Alright. Alright. Here we go.
This is a tale, of how she killed summer; and how he let her.
*Killing Summer
Beg for me through salt water
I see them in your eyes
The taste, the anger, the harsh wind of all
The sugar rubbed off, to lend spring fall
Autumn cotton trees, sweet shrivel and shake
Is how ignorantly begot, the frozen lake
Streams and blood vessels
the lifting of relief
On pink leafs they preach
The science of grief
Painting the ground and sky
The brush soon sinks, piercing undeniably
To pure beaut-ti
With a color I’ve seen,
The soil changed.
And dyed itself again, to its silhouette
With balance, and beautiful-touchy elegance
Not knowing, she bowed to a cold scene
And left it to chill
Where the rain’s bow sings,
But losing the warmth, he drew the curtain
Over west, east, in all directions
The fog lost its touch
Lingering past the deceased
Over land supposedly unscathed
The mist had slaughtered peace
And found out they had lost
Tears un-present, and eyes dry
‘Cause summer’d taken them in
When it mournfully sighed
Holding the wind back in its spit sea
She ended it
While he stood by
“There was no controlling it”
Is what he decried
So coldly pretentious,
Teach him why,
And how they killed summer.
Remind the solid land
That its sky was blue ,
And the grass green, and life
A color I have never seen
Friday, December 16, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Direction the Class Needs
Um… speaking in class is awkward, because it’s very silent afterwards. I personally don’t mind telling what’s on my mind –I place my opinion a lot in other classes, but I also find listening important. The thing is I don’t know if everyone is listening when they aren’t speaking; maybe they’re just spacing off. Part of the reason people may not be participating so much is due to having to take the risk of being mistaken. Because the class’s curriculum is analytically and critically thinking based more than anything, one might find their interpretation to be “wrong.” I enjoy that we do have discussions, and there are many who do speak when we drift a bit off topic, but when the teacher is looking for one straight answer, anyone would feel under pressure. Also, halve the children in the class I’ve never met, therefore first impressions will be made about the people you’ll have to spend the rest of your high school experience with.
Furthermore when it comes to vocabulary, as much as I don’t want to –or rather don’t have enough time to-, I believe we should enforce it more throughout our other work so that it actually sticks. Perhaps that’ll happen during finals, which I am worried about, but anyway to actually put the knowledge we gained from doing those worksheets into play would be really beneficial when it comes time for SAT, or generally throughout life. I think the book we do have is very good, and has helped me learn a lot, I am not sure if I recall it all accumulatively so far, but it was packed with info.
Lastly I think we should as a class try to comment on each other’s blogs more often, because I am sure everyone has ideas that they want share; that sometimes an opportunity isn’t presented during class.
Furthermore when it comes to vocabulary, as much as I don’t want to –or rather don’t have enough time to-, I believe we should enforce it more throughout our other work so that it actually sticks. Perhaps that’ll happen during finals, which I am worried about, but anyway to actually put the knowledge we gained from doing those worksheets into play would be really beneficial when it comes time for SAT, or generally throughout life. I think the book we do have is very good, and has helped me learn a lot, I am not sure if I recall it all accumulatively so far, but it was packed with info.
Lastly I think we should as a class try to comment on each other’s blogs more often, because I am sure everyone has ideas that they want share; that sometimes an opportunity isn’t presented during class.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Where Did Salinger Go?
do dooo dodooo dooo mhmmmhm mmmmhmmm hmmm I am singing right now.
Jerome David Salinger...was very odd. Is this what you want from me? What you want me to write about?
Well then.
"...Salinger's experience with post-traumatic stress disorder left him psychologically scarred, and that he was unable to deal with the traumatic nature of his war service." (1)
"...as a man immensely proud of his service record, maintaining his military haircut, service jacket, and moving about his compound (and town) in an old Jeep." (2)
"JD Salinger, meanwhile, was dabbling in Scientology and Christian Science and drinking his own urine. He spoke in tongues, sat in a `therapeutic' box and fasted." (3)
"Salinger shifted the entire focus of his life to the cabin in the woods, staying there for up to two weeks at a time, burning wood in his stove to heat up the cans of food or meals brought to him by Claire or their children." (He had two children) (4)
"During the Second World War , he was a counter-intelligence officer assigned to interrogate prisoners taken by the US Army." (5)
"At one time he arrested a young Nazi functionary named Sylvia and then married her. The marriage lasted only a short time and he later always referred to her as ``Saliva''." (6)
I feel annoyed peeping in on this man's life...what was his life anyway. Honestly, it's none of my business and I rather not be concerned with what he did in his spare time. He says he wrote for his own pleasure, but of all his work, the most popular one published (The Catcher and the Rye) seemed directly relatable to his own life. If he was writing for himself, he should keep it to himself. I am sure all of us who are literate can create a novel about really personal aspects of our life; that of course, most of the world would act staggered by, yet inwardly know that the vast majority all find it some way applicable to their own lives.
So, his daughter wrote a book, regarding/ exposing much of her father’s supposedly weird nature, and basically just throwing him out there to be a community spectacle. My question is why would anyone feel the need to do this; especially about their own father? The man’s whole life goal was avoiding breaking the barriers of his personal being; and yes -he did have a dire way of protecting it by writing a novel open to the general public- but the book she wrote (DreamCatcher) was clearly a stretch, passed the boundaries of privacy, and was overall inappropriate. J.D. Salinger did throw a lot out there for a secretive person, and although his claim didn’t match his intention, it should still be respected.
There are some really weird people out there that do some of the strangest crap you could imagine…in fact I know a few -but they aren’t writing novels. I am sure it would be interesting to look and see what’s going through their brain when they do…stuff, but I’d rather not be informed. Just because this man is popular, basically a celebrity, is the only reason why people are so intrigued. If it was some random homeless person on the street, suffering from loneness, or seeking enlightenment by abstaining from sex, then most likely he would be shunned from society. Incredibly shunned.
Jerome David Salinger...was very odd. Is this what you want from me? What you want me to write about?
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Well then.
"...Salinger's experience with post-traumatic stress disorder left him psychologically scarred, and that he was unable to deal with the traumatic nature of his war service." (1)
"...as a man immensely proud of his service record, maintaining his military haircut, service jacket, and moving about his compound (and town) in an old Jeep." (2)
"JD Salinger, meanwhile, was dabbling in Scientology and Christian Science and drinking his own urine. He spoke in tongues, sat in a `therapeutic' box and fasted." (3)
"Salinger shifted the entire focus of his life to the cabin in the woods, staying there for up to two weeks at a time, burning wood in his stove to heat up the cans of food or meals brought to him by Claire or their children." (He had two children) (4)
"During the Second World War , he was a counter-intelligence officer assigned to interrogate prisoners taken by the US Army." (5)
"At one time he arrested a young Nazi functionary named Sylvia and then married her. The marriage lasted only a short time and he later always referred to her as ``Saliva''." (6)
I feel annoyed peeping in on this man's life...what was his life anyway. Honestly, it's none of my business and I rather not be concerned with what he did in his spare time. He says he wrote for his own pleasure, but of all his work, the most popular one published (The Catcher and the Rye) seemed directly relatable to his own life. If he was writing for himself, he should keep it to himself. I am sure all of us who are literate can create a novel about really personal aspects of our life; that of course, most of the world would act staggered by, yet inwardly know that the vast majority all find it some way applicable to their own lives.
So, his daughter wrote a book, regarding/ exposing much of her father’s supposedly weird nature, and basically just throwing him out there to be a community spectacle. My question is why would anyone feel the need to do this; especially about their own father? The man’s whole life goal was avoiding breaking the barriers of his personal being; and yes -he did have a dire way of protecting it by writing a novel open to the general public- but the book she wrote (DreamCatcher) was clearly a stretch, passed the boundaries of privacy, and was overall inappropriate. J.D. Salinger did throw a lot out there for a secretive person, and although his claim didn’t match his intention, it should still be respected.
There are some really weird people out there that do some of the strangest crap you could imagine…in fact I know a few -but they aren’t writing novels. I am sure it would be interesting to look and see what’s going through their brain when they do…stuff, but I’d rather not be informed. Just because this man is popular, basically a celebrity, is the only reason why people are so intrigued. If it was some random homeless person on the street, suffering from loneness, or seeking enlightenment by abstaining from sex, then most likely he would be shunned from society. Incredibly shunned.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Holden
This is going to be short cause it’s 2 in the mornin’ and I have work tomorrow
d(^-^)b -_-
Holden has issues…clearly. What he longs for most is human interaction, but by all means, GOD BY ALL MEANS he avoids humans. For some reason he isn’t willing to look past the surface of someone’s skin to actually meet the very real person that they are. To be honest, everyone puts up an act in front of people they don’t know, or at least dilute their personality; in fact, it would be considered rude if you didn’t and were too comfortable. Getting close to anyone, and I am mean truly close, you’re bound to eventually figure them out and discard that “phony” image once seen before.
And although I really do like Holden either way, we can see that his judgment is not always accurate; he even said it himself. Whoever he falls for, that girl is suddenly intellectual, and when they’re through, he’s sitting there thinking what the hell I was thinkin’. Apparently lust blinds everyone, so maybe that’s not a good example. How about this then: Holden can come to the point of hating people with cheap suitcases. SUITCASES have nothing to DO with PERSONALITY. Just seeing the way he lays out a person’s whole background persona just from looking at them, and only being associated with them for like what…two months tops, shows all the thoughts going through his head aren’t going to be as deep as we wanted. Sorry guys.
What Holden is shooting down is not phony people, if that were true then so many people would be on the ground. What he’s aiming at is the general population who doesn’t connect with him instantly. If you look, Holden’s searching for people who could become close with him immediately. Fast friendship is what wants/needs, and he’s not willing to wait to getta know anyone step by step while breaking those barriers.
d(^-^)b -_-
Holden has issues…clearly. What he longs for most is human interaction, but by all means, GOD BY ALL MEANS he avoids humans. For some reason he isn’t willing to look past the surface of someone’s skin to actually meet the very real person that they are. To be honest, everyone puts up an act in front of people they don’t know, or at least dilute their personality; in fact, it would be considered rude if you didn’t and were too comfortable. Getting close to anyone, and I am mean truly close, you’re bound to eventually figure them out and discard that “phony” image once seen before.
And although I really do like Holden either way, we can see that his judgment is not always accurate; he even said it himself. Whoever he falls for, that girl is suddenly intellectual, and when they’re through, he’s sitting there thinking what the hell I was thinkin’. Apparently lust blinds everyone, so maybe that’s not a good example. How about this then: Holden can come to the point of hating people with cheap suitcases. SUITCASES have nothing to DO with PERSONALITY. Just seeing the way he lays out a person’s whole background persona just from looking at them, and only being associated with them for like what…two months tops, shows all the thoughts going through his head aren’t going to be as deep as we wanted. Sorry guys.
What Holden is shooting down is not phony people, if that were true then so many people would be on the ground. What he’s aiming at is the general population who doesn’t connect with him instantly. If you look, Holden’s searching for people who could become close with him immediately. Fast friendship is what wants/needs, and he’s not willing to wait to getta know anyone step by step while breaking those barriers.
Friday, December 2, 2011
My Red Hunting Hat
The red hunting hat I believe represents the desire to be an individual amongst the many; but, since there is the desire to be unique, one must also have to cope with being looked at as different…which may also be why Holden (so far at least) only wears his in privacy. My red hunting hat is probably my whole existence, from my outward appearance, to the way I carry myself. Usually when I am talking on the phone or someone I know in another language, a random person comes up to me cause the curiosity is just killing them, and asks: What are you? I really don’t even feel like explaining it myself, so I just go, “I am a black person from Chicago.” But if they keep pressing on, I continue and say,
“My mother is African American, German, and Native American, and my dad is basically just African American. My mom grew up in a Muslim school full of Pakistanis, so she speaks Arabic, but also German since her father is African German. Of course they both speak English and are Muslim. Living in Chicago I am pretty talented at Spanish since my dad is fluent. I have Korean childhood friends, so I also learned conversational Korean, but now since I wanna go to Seoul to live, I decided to self study seriously. I am also studying Japanese at school seriously.”
I have too many different cultures playing in at once, so I guess in that way it makes me stand out. Also, my hijab and the clothes I wear. I am not too serious when it comes to dressing myself…more so the way I act. Honestly, whatever is clean will do. Sometimes the stuff I put on is nice, sometimes it’s not…oh well.
I am really serious when it comes to treating people with respect and being polite…for some reason my generation thinks it is funny to be mean. Being blunt, and being rude are two different things. My hijab (the scarf I wear on my head) makes people stare… I could honestly care less. In fact, I love it when people ask about “the helmet I am wearing on my head” because it’s my chance to tell them a bit about Islam.
To sum it all up, my red hunting hat is my culture…every single thing about me.
“My mother is African American, German, and Native American, and my dad is basically just African American. My mom grew up in a Muslim school full of Pakistanis, so she speaks Arabic, but also German since her father is African German. Of course they both speak English and are Muslim. Living in Chicago I am pretty talented at Spanish since my dad is fluent. I have Korean childhood friends, so I also learned conversational Korean, but now since I wanna go to Seoul to live, I decided to self study seriously. I am also studying Japanese at school seriously.”
I have too many different cultures playing in at once, so I guess in that way it makes me stand out. Also, my hijab and the clothes I wear. I am not too serious when it comes to dressing myself…more so the way I act. Honestly, whatever is clean will do. Sometimes the stuff I put on is nice, sometimes it’s not…oh well.
I am really serious when it comes to treating people with respect and being polite…for some reason my generation thinks it is funny to be mean. Being blunt, and being rude are two different things. My hijab (the scarf I wear on my head) makes people stare… I could honestly care less. In fact, I love it when people ask about “the helmet I am wearing on my head” because it’s my chance to tell them a bit about Islam.
To sum it all up, my red hunting hat is my culture…every single thing about me.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Thankful For a Classmate
Warning: Do not read, this is not worth it.
I am thankful for the people in the east and west part of the classroom, as well as the north and south. Along with the upper part, and back also. The corners will not be forgotten, who make the shape of our classroom a square. Or perhaps a rectangle. If there are bacteria, germs,or little people that cannot be seen,inhabiting the floor, I would like to thank you also, for allowing me to have a valid reason to not go to school. The desks I am thankful for, the teacher also, and his desk too; but the person who I am most thankful for is you! Are you flattered? Whoever is reading this is my favorite person in the class, since you’re trying to find out who wrote about you. Well guess what. I did!
But really, if I had to pick one person, it would be Ebony, whose name is spelt Eboni. I know, Microsoft Word thinks it’s wrong too. I am just kidding…which I usually don’t do openly…but I am tired…so I am not myself. I really enjoy cramming for vocabulary tests with you the period before English, while somehow managing to kick butt on the test…which I find an accomplishment –smiley face-. I also appreciate when you give me company in the library when I am doing homework, studying, or sleeping… I get few visitors around those parts, so it’s nice to speak to somebody. Eboni, Eboni, Eboni….you’re filling up my 300 word requirement, I am thankful for that.
Eboni guess what. I think I am taller than you, I am thankful to you for this reason. Is that in your control? Did you purposely do that to make me feel good? Thank you. I am thankful to your brain, which got you into Whitney Young so we could meet and become friends. Have a happy thanksgiving. Why is thanksgiving one word, but not thank you? I learned this because of you Eboni. Thanks.
I am thankful for the people in the east and west part of the classroom, as well as the north and south. Along with the upper part, and back also. The corners will not be forgotten, who make the shape of our classroom a square. Or perhaps a rectangle. If there are bacteria, germs,or little people that cannot be seen,inhabiting the floor, I would like to thank you also, for allowing me to have a valid reason to not go to school. The desks I am thankful for, the teacher also, and his desk too; but the person who I am most thankful for is you! Are you flattered? Whoever is reading this is my favorite person in the class, since you’re trying to find out who wrote about you. Well guess what. I did!
But really, if I had to pick one person, it would be Ebony, whose name is spelt Eboni. I know, Microsoft Word thinks it’s wrong too. I am just kidding…which I usually don’t do openly…but I am tired…so I am not myself. I really enjoy cramming for vocabulary tests with you the period before English, while somehow managing to kick butt on the test…which I find an accomplishment –smiley face-. I also appreciate when you give me company in the library when I am doing homework, studying, or sleeping… I get few visitors around those parts, so it’s nice to speak to somebody. Eboni, Eboni, Eboni….you’re filling up my 300 word requirement, I am thankful for that.
Eboni guess what. I think I am taller than you, I am thankful to you for this reason. Is that in your control? Did you purposely do that to make me feel good? Thank you. I am thankful to your brain, which got you into Whitney Young so we could meet and become friends. Have a happy thanksgiving. Why is thanksgiving one word, but not thank you? I learned this because of you Eboni. Thanks.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Cormac McCarthy Blog
Wall Street Journal: Earlier you referred to the role luck plays in life. Where has luck intervened for you?
Cormac McCarthy: There was never a person born since Adam who's been luckier than me. Nothing has happened to me that hasn't been perfect. And I'm not being facetious. There's never been a time when I was penniless and down, when something wouldn't arrive. Over and over and over again. Enough to make you superstitious.
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704576204574529703577274572.html
I find it interesting that Cormac McCarthy would find himself so lucky to the point of superstition, but not believe in God. This implies that God mustn’t be just be a simple belief, but belonging to a whole separate category; a category he doesn’t accept as the truth. So does this put God (for him) below superstition…perhaps due to luck being more tangible? I find this type of ideology in the road, where the man is in a tragic situation, but “lucky” to be living, “lucky” still remaining the good guys, “lucky” having the boy by his side. And when things seem bleak, they find salvation and keep preserving, while cursing God, and living. But without god what is the point of trying to be good? It’s Impossible; you don’t even know what good is! Imagine our world where religion never touched it.
The only reason why people without religion know what is right is because they live in a society/world where religion rules most of the people, so they can still be morally righteous but not believe in god. Without religion, right and wrong is left for humans to decipher, and don’t get me wrong, but some people have really twisted principles. And I don’t just mean that occasionally they compromise them, but that they were never right in the first damn place. Some may say, “Well what came first the chicken or the egg? Morals or religion?”
Supposedly, in Christianity (correct me if I am wrong) humans are made in the image of god. So if Adam is made to be like god, ( I am sorry this just sounds so weird to me) then that means he has a religion, whether it is labeled that or not. Also in Islam, each human soul testifies that Allah is the only one and true god before given life. Now this is mainly so that on the Day of Judgment (look it up) there is no excuse for one to say they just didn’t know when they were living, but this also serves another purpose. It is said that because of this all humans are born into Islam, as a Muslim, and it is his parents who make him into a Christian, Buddhist, Jew, etc.: meaning religion was already instilled before morals.
Sorry.
Well, the dictionary defines moral as a lesson, esp. one concerning what is right or prudent, that can be derived from a story, a piece of information, or an experience. Well one can interpret the situation in the most skewed perspective that may seem crystal clearly wrong to us, but not them. With religion, we leave it to interpret information, experiences, whatever, from one perspective that we all conform to.
Of course, my point of view only works if you believe that religion was sent from god, and not man-made….which I find quite impossible.
Cormac McCarthy: There was never a person born since Adam who's been luckier than me. Nothing has happened to me that hasn't been perfect. And I'm not being facetious. There's never been a time when I was penniless and down, when something wouldn't arrive. Over and over and over again. Enough to make you superstitious.
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704576204574529703577274572.html
I find it interesting that Cormac McCarthy would find himself so lucky to the point of superstition, but not believe in God. This implies that God mustn’t be just be a simple belief, but belonging to a whole separate category; a category he doesn’t accept as the truth. So does this put God (for him) below superstition…perhaps due to luck being more tangible? I find this type of ideology in the road, where the man is in a tragic situation, but “lucky” to be living, “lucky” still remaining the good guys, “lucky” having the boy by his side. And when things seem bleak, they find salvation and keep preserving, while cursing God, and living. But without god what is the point of trying to be good? It’s Impossible; you don’t even know what good is! Imagine our world where religion never touched it.
The only reason why people without religion know what is right is because they live in a society/world where religion rules most of the people, so they can still be morally righteous but not believe in god. Without religion, right and wrong is left for humans to decipher, and don’t get me wrong, but some people have really twisted principles. And I don’t just mean that occasionally they compromise them, but that they were never right in the first damn place. Some may say, “Well what came first the chicken or the egg? Morals or religion?”
Supposedly, in Christianity (correct me if I am wrong) humans are made in the image of god. So if Adam is made to be like god, ( I am sorry this just sounds so weird to me) then that means he has a religion, whether it is labeled that or not. Also in Islam, each human soul testifies that Allah is the only one and true god before given life. Now this is mainly so that on the Day of Judgment (look it up) there is no excuse for one to say they just didn’t know when they were living, but this also serves another purpose. It is said that because of this all humans are born into Islam, as a Muslim, and it is his parents who make him into a Christian, Buddhist, Jew, etc.: meaning religion was already instilled before morals.
Sorry.
Well, the dictionary defines moral as a lesson, esp. one concerning what is right or prudent, that can be derived from a story, a piece of information, or an experience. Well one can interpret the situation in the most skewed perspective that may seem crystal clearly wrong to us, but not them. With religion, we leave it to interpret information, experiences, whatever, from one perspective that we all conform to.
Of course, my point of view only works if you believe that religion was sent from god, and not man-made….which I find quite impossible.
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