Thursday, February 28, 2008
End of the World
Friday, February 22, 2008
This is the End of the World
Thursday, February 21, 2008
The ends of the world as we know them
End of the World As We Know It
The Ends of the World as We Know Them
The End of the World as We Know Them
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Split At The Root
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Split At the Root
Split at the Root
Monday, February 18, 2008
Shooting a Elephant
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Shooting a Elephant
Shooting an Elephant
Shooting an Elephant
Thursday, February 14, 2008
The Rake:A few scenes from my childhood
The Rake:A few scenes from my childhood
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
On Stuttering
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
On Stuttering
On Stuttering
Monday, February 11, 2008
Split at the Root Blog
It was a very well written piece and it made sense of an era that many of use don’t understand because we did not live in it.
Shooting the Elephant
The passage was very good. It put a perspective on peer presage. You got to see him and what he wanted to do but also got to see him with the struggle of thoughts of what the crowd wanted to see him to do.
It was difficult for me to read because of how detailed the actual shooting was. I guess I’m too emotional but I just couldn’t read anymore. I could really find a reason to shoot the elephant and I guess that’s what I didn’t like or even understand. What reasoning did the crowd have for wanting this done? We probably will never know.
As for the actual writing itself, it was strong, detailed and very good.
The Rake: A Few Scenes from My Childhood
I can’t imagine growing up in that sort of fear or finding out that your mother had been beaten as a child on a weekly basis. I wonder whether he broke the cycle of abuse. He seemed so devastated when he hurt his sister. It truly makes you look at how abuse can continue within families, when that is the only life that is known. It seems to be thought of as normal. You wonder how many times the table top had to be replaced. How his sister must have felt when her mother called her drama teacher and would not let her be in the play. Or even how they both got through those years of fear, not knowing what would set off their stepfather. It leaves you with lots of questions and wanting answers.
I would definitely like to read some of his other writings, to see if they have the same powerful, intense feel.
On Stuttering
I enjoyed this reading and it was very informative.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
What's Ya Name Girl
Notes of a Native Son
How it feels to be Colored Me
I admire her confidence and positive outlook on life. She seems to not allow anything to get in her way She's definitely a lover of the chase. She really feels sorry for the person who can get something taken from them. And she's proud of the surprise that she is to people.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
How It Feels to be Colored Me
How it Feels to Be colored Me
Native Son
How it feels to be colored me
Ms. Hurston, still claimed to be more at ease with people of her own color. She felt thatshe was out of place when around whites. This makes her understand how it feels to be on the other end of the sword. She can relate to Whites feeling out of place and uncomfortable in a reversed situation.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Notes of a Native Son
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Strategies for invention
Notes of a Native Son
Overall, I really liked this story and hope to read something more of this caliber
How It Feels to be Colored Me
Native Son
Part One
In this passage, the intro again helps you to prepare for the excerpt. It sounds like he had a very hard time because of his color and his father. It really shows us that without living in the time period, what things were actually like. As he remembers his father, he sees how his teacher changed something in him and yet his father saw her as the enemy. It explains how his treatment by whites caused him to want to commit murder. Does thos show up in today’s society? Absolutely! Bullies in schools today are why we have some of the violence we hear about everyday.
Part Two
This section takes you through his father’s last day , his last visit with him and the birth of his sister. It seems to concentrate more on the chaos around them than their actual activities. But all in all it gave me, as a reader, a very good sense of what was happening in a time that was so historical for our country.
Part Three
Over all this reading was insightful and can really make you want to examine your relationships with those you may feel you hate but truly love.
Notes of a Native Son
This short story hooked me with the first couple lines," On the twenty-ninth of July,in1943, my father died. On the same day, a few hours later, his last child was born.". This just made me want to keep reading because I wanted to know what that meant. The other interesting thing about this story that I liked was his relationship with his father. Just the way he talks about it makes it intense just to read. Like when he said he did not want to see his father because he wanted to keep the hatred, and how people were so stubborn about hate because they don't want to feel the pain anymore. I like this statement because I think it is very true. It is a lot easier to deal with something you hate or dislike, when it is not around you.
Notes of a Native Son
I thought the part about negro boys going to war rather than staying in the south was a very powerful statement. It was evidence of the hardships and rough existence the black race had to endure during time period. Reading about his father passing away brough back memories of my own Parents' death. All of the things you resent your parents for goes away when they die. After their passing, the grief is very difficult to handle as an adult and even more so as a child. During the funeral scene, I was reminded of all the people that you had not seen in a very long time and probably wont until another death or tragic event that will bring family members together. I also feel it is hard to reach out and find answers when your parents are gone and now you seem to be alone and always missing their advice and Love.