Saturday, December 29, 2007
peace
i realize that no one probably gets on here anymore and reads these things, let alone write in them anymore...am i the only one?? im bored...im at my dads for the week,i go back home tomorrow....i dont want to, actually..well, i do, cuz im bored here, and i want to see my fiance, but i wish he could have come with me....he's stuack at his house taking care of the dog and having to work, his family went to mexico the saturday before xmas, and wont be back til like the third or so...well, his brother is still here, we been spending time with him and his wife and baby...but anywhos....just a note to say happy holidays...
Saturday, December 15, 2007
pt 2 of 2
| well, my hair turned out freaking awesome! it's got a teeensy hint of a purple sheen to it, but that makes it even redder, and makes it look even better!!!! i'll take a pic and put it up or something, i have to get the replacement usp cord for my camera first, but that would probably be monday, when i go get my nails done and buy that awesome vest at work that i want. (I work at The Limited, by the way). anyways, i know i'm kind of rambling, but i know the purpose of these blogs is to write how we feel and to start conversations. ....i'm watching the most recent version of "Miracle on 34th Street" (the one with the girl from Matilda), while sitting here eating club crackers, and loving on my fluffy sweet dog...the guy that plays Santa on this movie has kinda uky looking teeth, but i know that it's part of the old man persona...Oh!!! "The Christmas Song"!! i love this song.. anyways, speaking of christmas, my mom is going to get me an electric keyboard, and a movie (idk what else), so im happy. my dad said he'd get the CSI computer game that i want, so, im set for Christmas, the only thing else i'd want would just to spend Christmas with my fiance.....so.....im set.....anyways, im sorry for rambling....ok,i think ill head out..ill put in a pic of my hair later peace |
Thursday, December 13, 2007
pt 1 of 2
| i just dyed my hair about 3 hours ago. i;ve had it in the towel, so it's not dry yet....but the stuff i had to put on to condition it smells SOOOOOO good.....it's kinda purplely right now, cuz its still wet, but its supposed to be a dark auburn....ill put a link to some pics in or something later, i just had to tell someone how good my hair smelled....... i'm not talking to nikki any more for now. she's driving me too crazy. i've got to get another room next semester. too much drama...anyways, im bout to pass out....night! |
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
sick of roommate
hey guys.
i just need to get off a little steam.
Nikki (my roommate and supposed best friend) is driving me insane. im so glad that we are moving out next week. she's still talking to that guy in new york, being WAY too annoying while she's on the phone. for one, usually, when i come into the room from classes or something, i might, out of curiosity, ask her who she's talking to. she'll just say "doesnt matter" and soon afterwards, will go out into the hall to talk to the creep or even to the laundry room. She quit her job at hobby lobby about two,three weeks ago. since then, well, mostly since finding out how much laura and i disapprove of her talking to this guy, she's been a total bitch to us. and to her mom, who is really sweet and does a LOT more for nikki than she actually should. Nikki's an only child, and only has one cousin, who's three, and her parents arent rich, but they are rather well off. so, she's spoiled. her latest little crapload of drama doesnt help, and she's acting like a spoiled, annoying, ungrateful, selfish little twelve year old brat. i want to strangle her. really, earlier when she was telling that pervert earlier that one of her knitting needles broke while she was knitting, and hit her in the face, not relly hurting her, but still. i actually tried not to laugh, i know its mean, but still. im almost at the point of hating her. i dont wanna lose oe of my best friends, but i cant stand her crap anymore. im going to see if one of my other friends would like to try to get a dorm together next semester, get a single room or something. im just too sick of her. she's been using my silverware without asking,and doesnt wash her dishes for DAYS. she's the one who said, when we were getting stuff for the dorm, that she didnt want to get silverware, that she was fine with the plasticware. GRR!! she should have gotten the stuff, not use up mine, without permission. i buy all the tissues, all the paper towels, and before the cleaners gave us more toilet paper when they'd clean the bathroom, i'd buy the toilet paper too. i bought the soap, but that i got at a really good price, so i dont mind that. but each time iasked her to get either tissues, towels, or something, she'd say "but i dont use that much of it." bull crap. she went thru most of a box of tissues one night when she was mad at her ex. she used the towels just as much as i did, and never once offered to pay for any of it! i would kind of understand if she actually had to pay any of her bills, but no, she doesnt even do that. her parents pay for everything for her. they pay for the gas for her car, bought her a relatively new car for christmas last year, and a lot of other stuff. the only reason she was working was to get spending money, which she wastes on REALLY overly expensive yarn, that isnt worth a fourth of what she pays for it. she buys stuff online, stuff that she doesnt need, and clothes that are way too expensive for her to wear only a couple of times... i actually have to work, yes, my parents paid for my car,but im having to pay them back.im not ungrateful but it's a '95 taurus, it runs rather well, but has had to have the transmission rebuilt on it.hers is a 2001, and was almost like BRANDnew when she got it. my parents are only paying for my insurance on it because they want me to be able to keep up with my school work more. i pay for my gas, and anything i wanna do, all my clothes, and that kind of stuff. the same set of grandparents bought her a laptop and an ipod in the same year. my laptop was kind of required for my college stuff, and was paid for with the money my parents had set up in an account for me when i was young. i paid for my ipod myself. i dont want to sound like im spoiled or jealous. but im just sick of her stupid judgement calls... im sorry, i feel better now. shes just being stupid. i'm tired now, and i feel better. thanks for letting me spill..........peace
i just need to get off a little steam.
Nikki (my roommate and supposed best friend) is driving me insane. im so glad that we are moving out next week. she's still talking to that guy in new york, being WAY too annoying while she's on the phone. for one, usually, when i come into the room from classes or something, i might, out of curiosity, ask her who she's talking to. she'll just say "doesnt matter" and soon afterwards, will go out into the hall to talk to the creep or even to the laundry room. She quit her job at hobby lobby about two,three weeks ago. since then, well, mostly since finding out how much laura and i disapprove of her talking to this guy, she's been a total bitch to us. and to her mom, who is really sweet and does a LOT more for nikki than she actually should. Nikki's an only child, and only has one cousin, who's three, and her parents arent rich, but they are rather well off. so, she's spoiled. her latest little crapload of drama doesnt help, and she's acting like a spoiled, annoying, ungrateful, selfish little twelve year old brat. i want to strangle her. really, earlier when she was telling that pervert earlier that one of her knitting needles broke while she was knitting, and hit her in the face, not relly hurting her, but still. i actually tried not to laugh, i know its mean, but still. im almost at the point of hating her. i dont wanna lose oe of my best friends, but i cant stand her crap anymore. im going to see if one of my other friends would like to try to get a dorm together next semester, get a single room or something. im just too sick of her. she's been using my silverware without asking,and doesnt wash her dishes for DAYS. she's the one who said, when we were getting stuff for the dorm, that she didnt want to get silverware, that she was fine with the plasticware. GRR!! she should have gotten the stuff, not use up mine, without permission. i buy all the tissues, all the paper towels, and before the cleaners gave us more toilet paper when they'd clean the bathroom, i'd buy the toilet paper too. i bought the soap, but that i got at a really good price, so i dont mind that. but each time iasked her to get either tissues, towels, or something, she'd say "but i dont use that much of it." bull crap. she went thru most of a box of tissues one night when she was mad at her ex. she used the towels just as much as i did, and never once offered to pay for any of it! i would kind of understand if she actually had to pay any of her bills, but no, she doesnt even do that. her parents pay for everything for her. they pay for the gas for her car, bought her a relatively new car for christmas last year, and a lot of other stuff. the only reason she was working was to get spending money, which she wastes on REALLY overly expensive yarn, that isnt worth a fourth of what she pays for it. she buys stuff online, stuff that she doesnt need, and clothes that are way too expensive for her to wear only a couple of times... i actually have to work, yes, my parents paid for my car,but im having to pay them back.im not ungrateful but it's a '95 taurus, it runs rather well, but has had to have the transmission rebuilt on it.hers is a 2001, and was almost like BRANDnew when she got it. my parents are only paying for my insurance on it because they want me to be able to keep up with my school work more. i pay for my gas, and anything i wanna do, all my clothes, and that kind of stuff. the same set of grandparents bought her a laptop and an ipod in the same year. my laptop was kind of required for my college stuff, and was paid for with the money my parents had set up in an account for me when i was young. i paid for my ipod myself. i dont want to sound like im spoiled or jealous. but im just sick of her stupid judgement calls... im sorry, i feel better now. shes just being stupid. i'm tired now, and i feel better. thanks for letting me spill..........peace
Thursday, November 29, 2007
bah!
heh, we're here in the computer lab, talking about the reflective evaluation. well, reading it is more like it. i realized last night, well, this morning, that i am extremely behind in my blogs. im hoping (that doesnt look like it's spelled right, but i know it is.) that just B.S.ing crap on here will get me up to my number that im supposed to be at. i hate this keyboard. im used to mine on my laptop, with buttons that are easier to press and arent as loud. i just realized that i have red pastel chalk on my jeans from the other day. i know, random, right??
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Holy shit! wendy, if you are reading this, im warning you now, if i turn in the sythesis paper tomorrow, it'll be nothing but shit. im terrible at papers. i do stories. i cant miss my first class tomorrow to work on it,and i know we've had plenty of time. honestly, i had no clue what to do til last tuesday. and now, im still slightly clueless. i know what the assignment is, i just have no damn clue how to go about doing it. i've read the stories, and all i can find that they have in common is that all of them come from a "broken home" in some way. my nose is killing me, ive had to wipe it and blow it so much since last night that its sore. im out of tissues, so im stuck with this damn hard toilet paper the school has. at least the stuff they put in the dorms is better than the crap they have in the buildings. my roommate/best friend is being rediculously STUPID right now. she's been talking on the phone to some 37 year-old guy that she met online (never in person, mind you) from NewYork. she's wanting to fly up there to meet him. not gonna happen. her mom and i will stop at NOTHING to keep her here. he could come down here. she tried to commit suicide on Halloween when her then boyfriend broke up with her opn their anniversary. he lived in louisianna, and she met him online too. at least she did get to meet him in person, but her other best friend, Laura, and i didnt like him from the start. he gave us the fucking creeps. anyway. this new dude has been telling her what to eat, like in that movie Secretary. Nikki thinks that she is a "submissive" which is why she really wants to go to new york. she's not, i can tell that. she says she feels better when people tell her what to do and shit, but she gets SOOOO pissed at her parents when they tell her to do something, and she gets mad at me and Laura when we tell her that she's not using her brain about all this. Submissives dont do that.Laura and i have told her MANY times that if she wanted someone to just boss her around, even sexually, we'd get a male friend of ours HERE to do so. at least then it'd be someone we trust. i tried to get her to talk to a friend of mine (who is like the male version of me), but the idget (kinda like idiot, for those of you non-southern ppl) wont message him back. i figured she'd like him, since he is so much like me. im very dominant in my life, and if thats what she wants, she'll get it.
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Monday, November 5, 2007
more stuffies
wow. my ex who i still for some reason have feelings for and his girlfriend broke up last week, and just got back together today. she just told me about it and for some reason, my heart broke a bit again. don't get me wrong, i am head over heels in love with my boyfriend/fiance, but for some odd reason, i still have a few feelings left over for my ex. I'm not sure why. i just do. i don't know if it's cuz we never had real closure in our break up or what. but no matter how much i love my boyfriend, part of me is gonna still love my ex. (im not using names, cuz it would get confusing since they're both named Chris). i really don't want to have feelings for him. he and i are just good friends, but lately, i been thinking about him a lot and it's killing me. when I'm with my boyfriend, i don't think about my ex, just my b/f. and when I'm not with him, i think about mostly him, but sometimes, thoughts of my ex creep into my mind. like if i hear a song that reminds me of him, esp. what was "our song." now i cant even watch the movie Armageddon without thinking of my ex, cuz that was our movie, where our song came from......i dunno. i just feel like crying because of it, but i know that wont solve any problems...
Saturday, October 27, 2007
random stuff from the back of my head
well, guys, I'm not too sure what to write about right now. I just feel like writing. I'm sitting here, eating sour cream and onion chips and the cookies my mom made me for my birthday. for some odd reason, I'm watching Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. I've seen it many times, I like the first one and the latest ones the most. But i think i'm just watching it because there's not really anything else on, and i have the munchies, so i cant go to bed yet. i wouldnt be able to get to sleep. i started working at the Limited today (well, friday). i really like it so far, everyone there is sooooo nice! it just takes getting used to. im getting good at the register, even though today i only worked for like 4 hours.. my mom's cookies rule!! she makes them with cake mix, so they stay soft and perfect, and she puts M&Ms and chocolate chips in them. they are awesome! if they were maketed, she'd make a lot of money. but then they wouldn't be the special cookies that she makes me for special times. i know all this is kind of random, but, heh, anyway.
so, my ex instant messaged me earlier, saying that his friend found a conversation he and i had one night when he was REALLY drunk online. well, i have the conversation saved on my computer, but i NEVER put it anywhere online. so, i've been trying to find it. i've looked everywhere, but i cant find it! i feel bad that the conversation got online some how, but it's not on here, my myspace , or even on my facebook...i dont use anything else.. but i feel bad because, since he was beyond drunk, he said some odd stuff that he wouldnt want shown to anyone.....but i'm gonna keep looking for it and take it off wherever it may be.
well, im running our of things to say..just felt like writing......oh! look me up on myspace and check out the awesome pics of my dog that i just put up, if you want. my myspace url is cemetarysleeper ............dont ask ,it was like 2 years ago and i was going thru some crap.
ok, well, im out!
"Love,Peace,and Chicken Grease!" --The Pest
so, my ex instant messaged me earlier, saying that his friend found a conversation he and i had one night when he was REALLY drunk online. well, i have the conversation saved on my computer, but i NEVER put it anywhere online. so, i've been trying to find it. i've looked everywhere, but i cant find it! i feel bad that the conversation got online some how, but it's not on here, my myspace , or even on my facebook...i dont use anything else.. but i feel bad because, since he was beyond drunk, he said some odd stuff that he wouldnt want shown to anyone.....but i'm gonna keep looking for it and take it off wherever it may be.
well, im running our of things to say..just felt like writing......oh! look me up on myspace and check out the awesome pics of my dog that i just put up, if you want. my myspace url is cemetarysleeper ............dont ask ,it was like 2 years ago and i was going thru some crap.
ok, well, im out!
"Love,Peace,and Chicken Grease!" --The Pest
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
short stories- abuse
well, hidy-ho there neighbors and neighborettes! heh, i'm watching Home Improvement, if you couldn't tell by my Wilson-like comment.
I have been thinking about the short stories we were reading in class yesterday (Tuesday)...
Shari's story really touched me. I've been in a couple of abusive relationships, myself. they weren't physical like the one she described, but one was emotionally/ mentally abusive, and the other was emotionally and sexually abusive. abusive relationships are tough to deal with. at least with physical, others can see if you're being hurt, unless the abuser is smart enough to hit only where it can be hidden by clothing. there was a girl from Cordova who went to MTSU, and was beaten by a "friend" so severely, that she had to be put in intensive care. i havent heard how she is doing, otherwise.
There is no reason for any of this to happen. I'm not entirely sure at what to say about the story, honestly. but i do know that it's a very real story. it may not have happened to her, but there are many people who go thru this kind of thing. males and females can both be abused. many times, there are cases where males are being abused by females, but do not want to report it because they think that no one will believe that a female could hurt a male. but it happens.
if this is happening to anyone, or has recently, i urge you to report it if you havent. make sure that it cant happen to anyone else.
I have been thinking about the short stories we were reading in class yesterday (Tuesday)...
Shari's story really touched me. I've been in a couple of abusive relationships, myself. they weren't physical like the one she described, but one was emotionally/ mentally abusive, and the other was emotionally and sexually abusive. abusive relationships are tough to deal with. at least with physical, others can see if you're being hurt, unless the abuser is smart enough to hit only where it can be hidden by clothing. there was a girl from Cordova who went to MTSU, and was beaten by a "friend" so severely, that she had to be put in intensive care. i havent heard how she is doing, otherwise.
There is no reason for any of this to happen. I'm not entirely sure at what to say about the story, honestly. but i do know that it's a very real story. it may not have happened to her, but there are many people who go thru this kind of thing. males and females can both be abused. many times, there are cases where males are being abused by females, but do not want to report it because they think that no one will believe that a female could hurt a male. but it happens.
if this is happening to anyone, or has recently, i urge you to report it if you havent. make sure that it cant happen to anyone else.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
walking/ places essay
Walking Essay
You said we could be anywhere to write this essay, so I chose to stay in the classroom. This decision was made mostly due to my just being rather lazy. We were told to write about who we are in the setting that we chose, how it affects us, and where we are going literally and in life. Well, first things first: in the classroom setting, as I am sitting in the part that is facing your desk and the chalkboard and since you are the one at said desk, I guess that makes me the student. I apologize if this last sentence makes me seem sarcastic, I am just writing what exactly is coming to my mind. I have been told that the best way to write a paper or essay is not quite to actually think about what you are writing, rather than to write what you feel and what naturally flows from your finger tips or mouth. I feel that each person learns from others, so I guess in any setting, I could be a student and a teacher at the same time, even though in a classroom setting, I would be considered the student.
But, you wanted to know what we consider ourselves in this environment. I am many things, among which are : a young woman, a student, a teacher, a sister, a friend, a fiancé, a pet owner, a daughter, a granddaughter, a role model, a babysitter, an artist, a cousin, a co-worker, a shopper, a person who is no longer a child, yet not quite full grown. I am all of these things, and more. Most notably, however, I am ME. That is the one thing that will never change, no matter the situation. I have plans for my life, but like the phrase says “nothing is certain, but death and taxes.” I may try to prevent certain things from happening, or try to make certain other things happen, but I believe that things happen for a reason. I plan to become an Interior Designer, but that may change. I want children one day, but I don’t entirely know right now if I will have any or not. The only thing that I can guarantee that I will be is the best me that I can be. I wont try to change for someone else. That’s not fair to me or the other person. Other than all this, I honestly have no idea exactly where I’m going in life. I guess I’ll just wait to find out.
You said we could be anywhere to write this essay, so I chose to stay in the classroom. This decision was made mostly due to my just being rather lazy. We were told to write about who we are in the setting that we chose, how it affects us, and where we are going literally and in life. Well, first things first: in the classroom setting, as I am sitting in the part that is facing your desk and the chalkboard and since you are the one at said desk, I guess that makes me the student. I apologize if this last sentence makes me seem sarcastic, I am just writing what exactly is coming to my mind. I have been told that the best way to write a paper or essay is not quite to actually think about what you are writing, rather than to write what you feel and what naturally flows from your finger tips or mouth. I feel that each person learns from others, so I guess in any setting, I could be a student and a teacher at the same time, even though in a classroom setting, I would be considered the student.
But, you wanted to know what we consider ourselves in this environment. I am many things, among which are : a young woman, a student, a teacher, a sister, a friend, a fiancé, a pet owner, a daughter, a granddaughter, a role model, a babysitter, an artist, a cousin, a co-worker, a shopper, a person who is no longer a child, yet not quite full grown. I am all of these things, and more. Most notably, however, I am ME. That is the one thing that will never change, no matter the situation. I have plans for my life, but like the phrase says “nothing is certain, but death and taxes.” I may try to prevent certain things from happening, or try to make certain other things happen, but I believe that things happen for a reason. I plan to become an Interior Designer, but that may change. I want children one day, but I don’t entirely know right now if I will have any or not. The only thing that I can guarantee that I will be is the best me that I can be. I wont try to change for someone else. That’s not fair to me or the other person. Other than all this, I honestly have no idea exactly where I’m going in life. I guess I’ll just wait to find out.
the shooting....post for monday the 1st
ok, guys! im about to go on a rant! i honestly dont car about my grammar or capitalization in this one, i'm fucking pissed off! im sorry if i offend anyone by this blog, but i have got to get this off my chest! you know how that football player was killed this sunday night? well, i found something about it on aol, and this asshole (Jakesummerland) left this comment:
Jakesummerland 02:29:52 AM Oct 02 2007
"Why is it football players (mostly black ones) think there gansta's? I would not be surprised if its over drugs. Im happy he's dead that's one less black criminal to worry about in my eyes"
ok! i understand free speech and all, blah, blah, blah! i wish, however that this racist jackass (who didn't even know the guy, by the way, cuz this dushebag lived in California, i believe is where he said he lived in a comment on another page (this is not the first time i've seen this idiot online)) anyway! he has no idea what this guy is like! i actually met Taylor Bradford before! he played high school football with my older stepbrother in Nashville at Antioch high school. he graduated a year ahead of my brother, but i met him at one of his football games. he seemed pretty nice. i know people change and all, but i dont think that he was the type to change that much. even if he did try to be all "gangsta" and shit, that doesn't mean that he should die!
in my opinion, i believe that the racist jackass "Jakesummerland" is the one that should have been shot and killed. the one thing that we DONT need in this world is more hate! and racist jackasses like him and the other dumb asses are the reason there is so much hatred and killing going on in the first place!
i actually reported his comment and wrote to the department in charge of the comments and such of these articles. i believe that this idiot's account should be deleted on the charge of racist comments on things that he had no idea what he was talking about and for major disrespect for the dead and such, mostly just for being such an asshole! how would he feel if the same thing had happened to one of his friends or to his brother or child? he would thing twice about posting such shit about the person, would he not???
ok, i've had my rant. i feel better. i just really want to string up that asshole! he made false claims about someone that he never knew. the articles i have found on the internet all say that Taylor was a nice guy, never that he was all "gangsta" and shit! where this dee dee dee got that idea, i'll never know. i just know that he better wish that i never find out who he is. i know i'm quite against violence, but after he said that about my big brother's friend, i want to strangle, castrate and torture that son of a bitch!! no one has the right to say that type of horble crap about someone who they had never met....
ok, seriously, i think im done now....thank you for listening, i actually feel better that i've gotten that out. i'm going to try to call my brother in the morning if i have time before class to check on him and to see if he's heard about it. grrrrrrrrrrrrr!!
Jakesummerland 02:29:52 AM Oct 02 2007
"Why is it football players (mostly black ones) think there gansta's? I would not be surprised if its over drugs. Im happy he's dead that's one less black criminal to worry about in my eyes"
ok! i understand free speech and all, blah, blah, blah! i wish, however that this racist jackass (who didn't even know the guy, by the way, cuz this dushebag lived in California, i believe is where he said he lived in a comment on another page (this is not the first time i've seen this idiot online)) anyway! he has no idea what this guy is like! i actually met Taylor Bradford before! he played high school football with my older stepbrother in Nashville at Antioch high school. he graduated a year ahead of my brother, but i met him at one of his football games. he seemed pretty nice. i know people change and all, but i dont think that he was the type to change that much. even if he did try to be all "gangsta" and shit, that doesn't mean that he should die!
in my opinion, i believe that the racist jackass "Jakesummerland" is the one that should have been shot and killed. the one thing that we DONT need in this world is more hate! and racist jackasses like him and the other dumb asses are the reason there is so much hatred and killing going on in the first place!
i actually reported his comment and wrote to the department in charge of the comments and such of these articles. i believe that this idiot's account should be deleted on the charge of racist comments on things that he had no idea what he was talking about and for major disrespect for the dead and such, mostly just for being such an asshole! how would he feel if the same thing had happened to one of his friends or to his brother or child? he would thing twice about posting such shit about the person, would he not???
ok, i've had my rant. i feel better. i just really want to string up that asshole! he made false claims about someone that he never knew. the articles i have found on the internet all say that Taylor was a nice guy, never that he was all "gangsta" and shit! where this dee dee dee got that idea, i'll never know. i just know that he better wish that i never find out who he is. i know i'm quite against violence, but after he said that about my big brother's friend, i want to strangle, castrate and torture that son of a bitch!! no one has the right to say that type of horble crap about someone who they had never met....
ok, seriously, i think im done now....thank you for listening, i actually feel better that i've gotten that out. i'm going to try to call my brother in the morning if i have time before class to check on him and to see if he's heard about it. grrrrrrrrrrrrr!!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
final draft of paper
Ashley Buckner
Sept. 27, 2007
English 1010
Textual Analysis of “The Fourth of July”
The short narrative “The Fourth of July” by Audre Lorde is the autobiographical account of a young girl’s first trip to Washington, D.C. and how that trip made her “leave childhood” when she realized exactly what racism was. Her family went to Washington, D.C. the summer of 1947
as a graduation present for her and her older sister, graduating the eighth grade and high school, respectively. Lorde uses many distinct descriptions throughout her narrative, such as color, along with allusion. The tale is told from the first-person point of view, but the author is an adult, looking back on her childhood.
“The first time I went to Washington, D.C., was on the edge of the summer when I was supposed to stop being a child. At least that’s what they said to us all at graduation from the eighth grade.” These opening sentences to the passage give one the feeling of talking to a child, which gives one the feelings of familiarity and innocence, as children usually tell what they observe, in their own view, not what is grammatically correct or proper.
The author mentions that this trip was the first time she had been on a train during the day, because when she was a little girl, they only took the milk train at night because her parents said that it was cheaper. There is an unintentional allusion to the Underground Railroad in this statement. The Underground Railroad was a system of people who would house fugitive slaves on their way to freedom in the free states and Canada. This was done in the night time to prevent the participants from being caught, thus the allusion. However, the trains she is talking about in this statement were going towards the south, not the north.
Lorde uses color when describing the foods that her mother packed for them, and uses white when describing the light and the city, showing the importance of the difference of “colored and white.” She uses the colors brown, green and “violently yellow” to describe the food, while when describing the city, she says that everything was white, including the ice cream that she never got to eat. She observes that “even the pavement on the streets was a shade lighter in color than back [in New York].” This is a bit of an allusion to the fact that they are in a city that is southern, compared to New York City, where they are from. Also, New York is the entrance to our country from Europe and the western side of Africa, so it has more of the various cultures that have entered and made up our country. Therefore, the streets and buildings in New York are more “colored” with the different cultures, as opposed to the very “white” streets and buildings of Washington, D.C. She also describes her parents, and that her father was black, but her mother looked “so much like one of those people [they] were never supposed to trust” (talking about white people). This leads the reader to conclude that her mother was mixed, especially when the author states that her mother’s sisters are the same color as her mother. Lorde then explains that she is dark like her father, and her sisters’ colors are somewhere in between their mother and father.
Lorde is in-between many situations in the passage. She is a color in-between her parents, and she is in the summer in-between eighth grade and high school. She is now becoming a teenager, so she is in-between childhood and adulthood. Her parents have sheltered her as best as they could from racism all of her life, so she is in-between innocence and learning about the real world. She doesn’t quite know what all is going on in the world, so she is undoubtedly quite confused about her life at this point in the autobiography. This trip most likely changed her perception of many things in life. She was a thirteen year-old child who realized that even in the capital city of the country that is based on the foundations of “all men are created equal,” many people are still set back and given the disadvantage of situations, based solely on their skin color. To realize this must be heart breaking to anyone, especially a child on the disadvantaged side. This experience is enough to scar anyone for the rest of their lives, but she uses the experience to tell others the kind of situations she faced everyday from when she was a child until she was in her early forties.
The passage “The Fourth of July” from Audre Lorde’s autobiography portrays how racism is seen through a young girl’s eyes. This experience is what made her “stop being a child.” It showed her things that no one, especially a child, should have to experience: the knowledge that someone cannot accept them for who they are just due to their skin color. Lorde’s use of first-person narration through a child’s view, her use of color, and unintentional allusion, help convey the message that racism was a problem even in the capital of the country that is based on the principle of “all men are created equal.” Apparently, that phrase took a long time to finally catch on.
Sept. 27, 2007
English 1010
Textual Analysis of “The Fourth of July”
The short narrative “The Fourth of July” by Audre Lorde is the autobiographical account of a young girl’s first trip to Washington, D.C. and how that trip made her “leave childhood” when she realized exactly what racism was. Her family went to Washington, D.C. the summer of 1947
as a graduation present for her and her older sister, graduating the eighth grade and high school, respectively. Lorde uses many distinct descriptions throughout her narrative, such as color, along with allusion. The tale is told from the first-person point of view, but the author is an adult, looking back on her childhood.
“The first time I went to Washington, D.C., was on the edge of the summer when I was supposed to stop being a child. At least that’s what they said to us all at graduation from the eighth grade.” These opening sentences to the passage give one the feeling of talking to a child, which gives one the feelings of familiarity and innocence, as children usually tell what they observe, in their own view, not what is grammatically correct or proper.
The author mentions that this trip was the first time she had been on a train during the day, because when she was a little girl, they only took the milk train at night because her parents said that it was cheaper. There is an unintentional allusion to the Underground Railroad in this statement. The Underground Railroad was a system of people who would house fugitive slaves on their way to freedom in the free states and Canada. This was done in the night time to prevent the participants from being caught, thus the allusion. However, the trains she is talking about in this statement were going towards the south, not the north.
Lorde uses color when describing the foods that her mother packed for them, and uses white when describing the light and the city, showing the importance of the difference of “colored and white.” She uses the colors brown, green and “violently yellow” to describe the food, while when describing the city, she says that everything was white, including the ice cream that she never got to eat. She observes that “even the pavement on the streets was a shade lighter in color than back [in New York].” This is a bit of an allusion to the fact that they are in a city that is southern, compared to New York City, where they are from. Also, New York is the entrance to our country from Europe and the western side of Africa, so it has more of the various cultures that have entered and made up our country. Therefore, the streets and buildings in New York are more “colored” with the different cultures, as opposed to the very “white” streets and buildings of Washington, D.C. She also describes her parents, and that her father was black, but her mother looked “so much like one of those people [they] were never supposed to trust” (talking about white people). This leads the reader to conclude that her mother was mixed, especially when the author states that her mother’s sisters are the same color as her mother. Lorde then explains that she is dark like her father, and her sisters’ colors are somewhere in between their mother and father.
Lorde is in-between many situations in the passage. She is a color in-between her parents, and she is in the summer in-between eighth grade and high school. She is now becoming a teenager, so she is in-between childhood and adulthood. Her parents have sheltered her as best as they could from racism all of her life, so she is in-between innocence and learning about the real world. She doesn’t quite know what all is going on in the world, so she is undoubtedly quite confused about her life at this point in the autobiography. This trip most likely changed her perception of many things in life. She was a thirteen year-old child who realized that even in the capital city of the country that is based on the foundations of “all men are created equal,” many people are still set back and given the disadvantage of situations, based solely on their skin color. To realize this must be heart breaking to anyone, especially a child on the disadvantaged side. This experience is enough to scar anyone for the rest of their lives, but she uses the experience to tell others the kind of situations she faced everyday from when she was a child until she was in her early forties.
The passage “The Fourth of July” from Audre Lorde’s autobiography portrays how racism is seen through a young girl’s eyes. This experience is what made her “stop being a child.” It showed her things that no one, especially a child, should have to experience: the knowledge that someone cannot accept them for who they are just due to their skin color. Lorde’s use of first-person narration through a child’s view, her use of color, and unintentional allusion, help convey the message that racism was a problem even in the capital of the country that is based on the principle of “all men are created equal.” Apparently, that phrase took a long time to finally catch on.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
paper
Textual Analysis of “The Fourth of July”
The short narrative “The Fourth of July” by Audre Lorde is the autobiographical account of a young girl’s first trip to Washington, D.C. and how that trip made her “leave childhood” when she realized exactly what racism was. Her family went to Washington, D.C. the summer of 1947 as a graduation present for her and her older sister, graduating the eighth grade and high school, respectively. Lorde uses many distinct descriptions throughout her narrative, such as color and light and darkness, along with allusion. The tale is told from the first-person point of view, but the author is an adult, looking back on her childhood.
“The first time I went to Washington, D.C., was on the edge of the summer when I was supposed to stop being a child. At least that’s what they said to us all at graduation from the eighth grade.” These opening sentences to the passage give one the feeling of talking to a child, which gives one the feelings of familiarity and innocence, as children usually tell what they observe, in their own view, not what is grammatically correct or proper.
The author mentions that this trip was the first time she had been on a train during the day, because when she was a little girl, they only took the milk train at night, because her parents said that it was cheaper. There is an unintentional allusion to the Underground Railroad in this statement. The Underground Railroad was a system of people who would house fugitive slaves on their way to freedom in the free states and Canada. This was done in the night time to prevent from being caught, thus the allusion. However, the trains she is talking about in this statement were going towards the south.
Lorde uses color when describing the foods that her mother packed for them, and uses white when describing the light and the city, showing the importance of the difference of “colored and white.” She uses the colors brown, green and “violently yellow” to describe the food, while when describing the city, she says that everything was white, including the ice cream that she never got to eat. She observes that “even the pavement on the streets was a shade lighter in color than back [in New York].” This is a bit of an allusion to the fact that they are in a city that is southern, compared to New York City, where they are from. Also, New York is the entrance to our country from Europe and the western side of Africa, so it has more of the various cultures that have entered and made up our country. Therefore, the streets and buildings in New York are more “colored” with the different cultures, as opposed to the very “white” streets and buildings of Washington, D.C. She also describes her parents, and that her father was black, but her mother looked “so much like one of those people [they] were never supposed to trust” (talking about white people). This leads the reader to conclude that her mother was mixed, especially when the author states that her mother’s sisters are the same color as her mother. Lorde then explains that she is dark like her father, and her sisters’ colors are somewhere in between their mother and father.
Lorde is in-between many situations in the passage. She is a color in-between her parents, and she is in the summer in-between eighth grade and high school. She is now becoming a teenager, so she is in-between childhood and adulthood. Her parents have sheltered her as best as they could from racism all of her life, so she is in-between innocence and learning about the real world. She doesn’t quite know what all is going on in the world, so she is undoubtedly quite confused about her life at this point in the autobiography. This trip most likely changed her perception of many things in life. She was a thirteen year-old child who realized that even in the capital city of the country that is based on the foundations of “all men are created equal,” many people are still set back and given the disadvantage of situations, based solely on their skin color. To realize this must be heart breaking to anyone, especially a child on the disadvantaged side. This experience is enough to scar anyone for the rest of their lives, but she uses the experience to tell others the kind of situations she faced everyday from when she was a child until she was in her early forties.
The passage “The Fourth of July” from Audre Lorde’s autobiography is how racism is seen through a young girl’s eyes. This experience is what made her “stop being a child.” It showed her things that no one, especially a child, should have to experience: the knowledge that someone cannot accept them for who they are just due to their skin color. Lorde’s use of first-person narration through a child’s view, her use of color, light and darkness as description, and unintentional allusion, help convey the message that racism was a problem even in the capital of the country that is based on the principle of “all men are created equal.” Apparently, that phrase took a long time to finally catch on.
The short narrative “The Fourth of July” by Audre Lorde is the autobiographical account of a young girl’s first trip to Washington, D.C. and how that trip made her “leave childhood” when she realized exactly what racism was. Her family went to Washington, D.C. the summer of 1947 as a graduation present for her and her older sister, graduating the eighth grade and high school, respectively. Lorde uses many distinct descriptions throughout her narrative, such as color and light and darkness, along with allusion. The tale is told from the first-person point of view, but the author is an adult, looking back on her childhood.
“The first time I went to Washington, D.C., was on the edge of the summer when I was supposed to stop being a child. At least that’s what they said to us all at graduation from the eighth grade.” These opening sentences to the passage give one the feeling of talking to a child, which gives one the feelings of familiarity and innocence, as children usually tell what they observe, in their own view, not what is grammatically correct or proper.
The author mentions that this trip was the first time she had been on a train during the day, because when she was a little girl, they only took the milk train at night, because her parents said that it was cheaper. There is an unintentional allusion to the Underground Railroad in this statement. The Underground Railroad was a system of people who would house fugitive slaves on their way to freedom in the free states and Canada. This was done in the night time to prevent from being caught, thus the allusion. However, the trains she is talking about in this statement were going towards the south.
Lorde uses color when describing the foods that her mother packed for them, and uses white when describing the light and the city, showing the importance of the difference of “colored and white.” She uses the colors brown, green and “violently yellow” to describe the food, while when describing the city, she says that everything was white, including the ice cream that she never got to eat. She observes that “even the pavement on the streets was a shade lighter in color than back [in New York].” This is a bit of an allusion to the fact that they are in a city that is southern, compared to New York City, where they are from. Also, New York is the entrance to our country from Europe and the western side of Africa, so it has more of the various cultures that have entered and made up our country. Therefore, the streets and buildings in New York are more “colored” with the different cultures, as opposed to the very “white” streets and buildings of Washington, D.C. She also describes her parents, and that her father was black, but her mother looked “so much like one of those people [they] were never supposed to trust” (talking about white people). This leads the reader to conclude that her mother was mixed, especially when the author states that her mother’s sisters are the same color as her mother. Lorde then explains that she is dark like her father, and her sisters’ colors are somewhere in between their mother and father.
Lorde is in-between many situations in the passage. She is a color in-between her parents, and she is in the summer in-between eighth grade and high school. She is now becoming a teenager, so she is in-between childhood and adulthood. Her parents have sheltered her as best as they could from racism all of her life, so she is in-between innocence and learning about the real world. She doesn’t quite know what all is going on in the world, so she is undoubtedly quite confused about her life at this point in the autobiography. This trip most likely changed her perception of many things in life. She was a thirteen year-old child who realized that even in the capital city of the country that is based on the foundations of “all men are created equal,” many people are still set back and given the disadvantage of situations, based solely on their skin color. To realize this must be heart breaking to anyone, especially a child on the disadvantaged side. This experience is enough to scar anyone for the rest of their lives, but she uses the experience to tell others the kind of situations she faced everyday from when she was a child until she was in her early forties.
The passage “The Fourth of July” from Audre Lorde’s autobiography is how racism is seen through a young girl’s eyes. This experience is what made her “stop being a child.” It showed her things that no one, especially a child, should have to experience: the knowledge that someone cannot accept them for who they are just due to their skin color. Lorde’s use of first-person narration through a child’s view, her use of color, light and darkness as description, and unintentional allusion, help convey the message that racism was a problem even in the capital of the country that is based on the principle of “all men are created equal.” Apparently, that phrase took a long time to finally catch on.
Monday, September 24, 2007
concerning my blogs
When I try to indent for my paragraphs in these blogs, it always leaves the indentation out of the published thing..Please consider this when reading. it's really pissing me off that it's doing this, and I dont know if it's doing the same to any of y'all, but if you know a way to fix it to where it will stay, let me know...thanks
blog for 9/18
On the site "Boing Boing" http://www.boingboing.net/2006/01/12/nyt-on-indigo-childr.html , there is a posting about "Indigo children" and how they are mistaken as a child with ADHD, due to their personalities. The link on the blog has the full article that the blog comes from. The author of the article clearly agrees with this belief that there are "Indigo children" and that they have special psychokinetic powers, just by the mere fact that the author discusses this in a sincere tone and has very little about the opinions of the skeptics in his article.
I personally do not believe in this new thought. The "appearance" of the Indigo "aura" did not begin until the 1970's, where as before hand, psychics had seen the other colors represented in auras. If there truely were an Indigo aura, then it would have been noticed beforehand. I believe that people are just trying to find some way to explain behaviors that are naturally caused by chemicals in the brain, or lack thereof, such as ADHD.
I personally do not believe in this new thought. The "appearance" of the Indigo "aura" did not begin until the 1970's, where as before hand, psychics had seen the other colors represented in auras. If there truely were an Indigo aura, then it would have been noticed beforehand. I believe that people are just trying to find some way to explain behaviors that are naturally caused by chemicals in the brain, or lack thereof, such as ADHD.
entry for 9/17
In Slate magazine there was an article titled "Are food additives making your kid hyperactive? And more." This article states that there is scientific proof that the additives in foods, such as food coloring, can cause a child to have ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder). Link: http://www.slate.com/id/2173911/fr/flyout .
Since I am ADHD myself, well, more ADD, not hyperactive, I can relate to this article. For instance, since I take medication to control my symptoms, I am given a form of Ritalin, which is kind of like a controlled form of speed. The medication, therefore, makes me a bit immune to caffeine, since it is a stimulant, just as caffeine is. However, I have noticed that when I drink sodas, such as Vault or Mountain Dew, I become "twitchy" later on that day when my medication begins to wear off, but the caffeine from the drinks begin to kick in a bit. I have also noticed that if I have drinks or foods with certain food colorings, I will become very "jumpy" and chipper, when I normally am not that hyper.
The article is written more on a fact basis, but the author's opinion is clear that he agrees with the findings in the final paragraph of this part of the article titled "Remaining Questions." He states "it certainly looks as if we should rethink the additives we put in food and drink." His language is also kind of relaxed, showing that his audience is mostly parents and childcare providers and other normal, everyday people who would be providing children with their foods and drinks, since they are the ones who will have interest in the article.
Since I am ADHD myself, well, more ADD, not hyperactive, I can relate to this article. For instance, since I take medication to control my symptoms, I am given a form of Ritalin, which is kind of like a controlled form of speed. The medication, therefore, makes me a bit immune to caffeine, since it is a stimulant, just as caffeine is. However, I have noticed that when I drink sodas, such as Vault or Mountain Dew, I become "twitchy" later on that day when my medication begins to wear off, but the caffeine from the drinks begin to kick in a bit. I have also noticed that if I have drinks or foods with certain food colorings, I will become very "jumpy" and chipper, when I normally am not that hyper.
The article is written more on a fact basis, but the author's opinion is clear that he agrees with the findings in the final paragraph of this part of the article titled "Remaining Questions." He states "it certainly looks as if we should rethink the additives we put in food and drink." His language is also kind of relaxed, showing that his audience is mostly parents and childcare providers and other normal, everyday people who would be providing children with their foods and drinks, since they are the ones who will have interest in the article.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
group post for thursday
Preface
The theme of our group is family, but I wanted to think outside the box so the group decided to write a story incorporating our experiences and ideas.
“The Family”
The back door of a tidy middle class home slammed shut.
“Oops! Sorry mom. I didn’t mean to do that,” said Peter.
"Oh, Peter. You are something. I’ve made some homemade cookies for you. And don’t forget to do your homework,” said Mrs. Ramses.
“Mom, I’m sixteen,” says Peter.
She smiles and ponders on how fast her only son has grown up.
A couple of hours later Peter walks into the kitchen and grabs a cookie.
“Hey mom, I’m going over to Sina’s to hang out,” said Peter.
“Okay, be home by dinner time,” replied Peter’s mother.
Peter walks over to Sina’s home to find his other friends Heidi and Rita there also. However, instead of finding his friends laughing and joking with each other as they normally do, they were mellow and frustrated.
“What’s going on guys?” Peter asks confused.
“Oh, it’s just our families. We’re so irritated with them,” replied Heidi.
“If it’s okay for me to ask, what’s wrong?” said Peter.
“Well, I’ll start first,” said Heidi. "I just started dating a wonderful guy this past Sunday. He's absolutely great! My mom and most of my family think he's pretty cool, but my dad and his father aren't too happy about his ethnic background. He's half Mexican, half white. My dad and his father are very against interracial relationships. Not only that but also my mother is very controlling. She tries to control most parts of my life. Thus, she doesn't want me to take any risks and follow my heart right now and start a long relationship. We know we don't really have the time and money to do so. We weren't planning to make this relationship serious right away because we are still in high school. My sister said that we should wait until at least after college and then to feel free to do as we please. My mother cannot control me no matter how hard she tries. She holds the fact that she still pays for all my belongings as leverage."
“That’s real unfortunate,” said Peter.
“No, that’s not as bad as my story,” said Rita. "My family works like if my mom says something, it goes. We might as well not ask my dad anything because all he says is 'asks your mother.' And if she isn't home, well we are just out of luck. My mom is being really strict. I think my mother is so strict because she grew up in a family with conservative parents in the Navy. Who knows? But she always has rules and more rules. Call me when you get there, call me when you leave, call me if things change are her most common phrases. I don’t know why I don’t just put my cell phone on speaker so she can pretend like she is with me all day. I hate it when she would ask me how my day was or anything else because her words are meaningless because she doe not show affection. Her rules are really ridiculous, especially being in high school and still having to call my friends’ parents when I went to their house. My brother and sisters area always my saving grace whenever my mom drives me crazy at the end. We have gotten really close lately since they always have some sort of elderly advice for me.
Recently, I started dating my boyfriend who is black. I didn't really know how that would go over with my parents. I knew my grandparents would freak out but my parents aren't really as old-fashioned. Well, when my boyfriend came to pick me up for our first date, he walked in the door. Immediately, you could feel the temperature of the room reach the freezing point. My mother at the time was trying to be polite, but it was obvious from her facial expressions that she was bewildered. After that she tried to change my mind and mention things like "maybe you should date someone that's the same color as you". Though, I ignored everything she said. I wasn't going to let color affect the way I felt about someone. She tells my grandparents everything, but she didn't tell them I had a black boyfriend. She seemed ashamed. When she told people about him, she would refer to him as my "friend".
“Phew, that was long, but it’s true. I feel all bottled up and ready to explode,” said Rita.
“I see where you are coming from Rita, but my mom is trying to persuade me what college to attend, what field of studies I should major in, and what occupation I will have,” said Sina. "Being of Persian heritage, I daily encounter the ins and outs of the Persian culture and way of thinking. Persian people are very proud, elegant, and also lazy (who isn’t and the Chinese don’t count). For some reason, having “Dr.” preceding their name or “Mohandis” (which is Farsi for Engineer) gives Persians a sense of accomplishment. However, my mom has a prejudice against engineers, mainly since she is one and so is my father. She always complains that they are too many engineers in the family and not enough doctors. Then she gives me this look of khodahyah, oh my god, I’m going to take you out of my will if you don’t become an orthopedic surgeon. This really bothers me. Oh and I almost forgot to tell everyone about the guilt trap my mom tries to play on me by saying doctors help people so they are automatically going to heaven, which is really a naïve perspective.
Although she has a point that I learn by memorizing information better than working with theories and concepts, I still prefer engineering. I have to admit to that one. Another point that she keeps bringing up is my ability to comprehend material very easily without having to delve too much time into one subject. I hate myself now; truly I would make a great doctor. So that’s the million dollar question, why don’t I just become a doctor.First of all, I don’t like blood. I might be able to get use to it, but come on who likes to cut other people and then sew them back together. If you think about it, medicine has not really changed. Well ok it’s changed but the basics are still there. The doctor cuts up the patient, takes out what the problem is, fixes the problem, and then puts everything back together like a puzzle. It’s a gruesome depiction but it gets the job done."
“I’m sorry to hear you all are having trouble with your families. You know my parents are relaxed about those kinds of situations,” Peter explains. "My parents know that in the end I’ll have to make my choices and their job is to give me advice along the way and support me through the process.”
“I think we can all agree on that one,” said Sina.
“Yeah, thanks Confucius,” said Rita.
THE END
The concept of family is what has brought civilization from the Babylonians to the present. Without a sense of family, humans lose the ability to function. No matter how dysfunctional a family is or is not does not matter; at the end of the day when you’re sick, tired, and demoralized, you can go to your family and talk things over. Additionally, this is for all teenagers, we as offspring from our parents are in a literal sense part of them as they are a part of us. The genes from our parents made us; the blood, nutrients, and bodily functions of our mother all helped to create a child. And to say that they don’t know what they are talking about is absurd, our parents care for us or they would have never put us on the production line. They are trying to make sure “we” don’t make the mistakes they made. They are only trying to help us, so listen.
The theme of our group is family, but I wanted to think outside the box so the group decided to write a story incorporating our experiences and ideas.
“The Family”
The back door of a tidy middle class home slammed shut.
“Oops! Sorry mom. I didn’t mean to do that,” said Peter.
"Oh, Peter. You are something. I’ve made some homemade cookies for you. And don’t forget to do your homework,” said Mrs. Ramses.
“Mom, I’m sixteen,” says Peter.
She smiles and ponders on how fast her only son has grown up.
A couple of hours later Peter walks into the kitchen and grabs a cookie.
“Hey mom, I’m going over to Sina’s to hang out,” said Peter.
“Okay, be home by dinner time,” replied Peter’s mother.
Peter walks over to Sina’s home to find his other friends Heidi and Rita there also. However, instead of finding his friends laughing and joking with each other as they normally do, they were mellow and frustrated.
“What’s going on guys?” Peter asks confused.
“Oh, it’s just our families. We’re so irritated with them,” replied Heidi.
“If it’s okay for me to ask, what’s wrong?” said Peter.
“Well, I’ll start first,” said Heidi. "I just started dating a wonderful guy this past Sunday. He's absolutely great! My mom and most of my family think he's pretty cool, but my dad and his father aren't too happy about his ethnic background. He's half Mexican, half white. My dad and his father are very against interracial relationships. Not only that but also my mother is very controlling. She tries to control most parts of my life. Thus, she doesn't want me to take any risks and follow my heart right now and start a long relationship. We know we don't really have the time and money to do so. We weren't planning to make this relationship serious right away because we are still in high school. My sister said that we should wait until at least after college and then to feel free to do as we please. My mother cannot control me no matter how hard she tries. She holds the fact that she still pays for all my belongings as leverage."
“That’s real unfortunate,” said Peter.
“No, that’s not as bad as my story,” said Rita. "My family works like if my mom says something, it goes. We might as well not ask my dad anything because all he says is 'asks your mother.' And if she isn't home, well we are just out of luck. My mom is being really strict. I think my mother is so strict because she grew up in a family with conservative parents in the Navy. Who knows? But she always has rules and more rules. Call me when you get there, call me when you leave, call me if things change are her most common phrases. I don’t know why I don’t just put my cell phone on speaker so she can pretend like she is with me all day. I hate it when she would ask me how my day was or anything else because her words are meaningless because she doe not show affection. Her rules are really ridiculous, especially being in high school and still having to call my friends’ parents when I went to their house. My brother and sisters area always my saving grace whenever my mom drives me crazy at the end. We have gotten really close lately since they always have some sort of elderly advice for me.
Recently, I started dating my boyfriend who is black. I didn't really know how that would go over with my parents. I knew my grandparents would freak out but my parents aren't really as old-fashioned. Well, when my boyfriend came to pick me up for our first date, he walked in the door. Immediately, you could feel the temperature of the room reach the freezing point. My mother at the time was trying to be polite, but it was obvious from her facial expressions that she was bewildered. After that she tried to change my mind and mention things like "maybe you should date someone that's the same color as you". Though, I ignored everything she said. I wasn't going to let color affect the way I felt about someone. She tells my grandparents everything, but she didn't tell them I had a black boyfriend. She seemed ashamed. When she told people about him, she would refer to him as my "friend".
“Phew, that was long, but it’s true. I feel all bottled up and ready to explode,” said Rita.
“I see where you are coming from Rita, but my mom is trying to persuade me what college to attend, what field of studies I should major in, and what occupation I will have,” said Sina. "Being of Persian heritage, I daily encounter the ins and outs of the Persian culture and way of thinking. Persian people are very proud, elegant, and also lazy (who isn’t and the Chinese don’t count). For some reason, having “Dr.” preceding their name or “Mohandis” (which is Farsi for Engineer) gives Persians a sense of accomplishment. However, my mom has a prejudice against engineers, mainly since she is one and so is my father. She always complains that they are too many engineers in the family and not enough doctors. Then she gives me this look of khodahyah, oh my god, I’m going to take you out of my will if you don’t become an orthopedic surgeon. This really bothers me. Oh and I almost forgot to tell everyone about the guilt trap my mom tries to play on me by saying doctors help people so they are automatically going to heaven, which is really a naïve perspective.
Although she has a point that I learn by memorizing information better than working with theories and concepts, I still prefer engineering. I have to admit to that one. Another point that she keeps bringing up is my ability to comprehend material very easily without having to delve too much time into one subject. I hate myself now; truly I would make a great doctor. So that’s the million dollar question, why don’t I just become a doctor.First of all, I don’t like blood. I might be able to get use to it, but come on who likes to cut other people and then sew them back together. If you think about it, medicine has not really changed. Well ok it’s changed but the basics are still there. The doctor cuts up the patient, takes out what the problem is, fixes the problem, and then puts everything back together like a puzzle. It’s a gruesome depiction but it gets the job done."
“I’m sorry to hear you all are having trouble with your families. You know my parents are relaxed about those kinds of situations,” Peter explains. "My parents know that in the end I’ll have to make my choices and their job is to give me advice along the way and support me through the process.”
“I think we can all agree on that one,” said Sina.
“Yeah, thanks Confucius,” said Rita.
THE END
The concept of family is what has brought civilization from the Babylonians to the present. Without a sense of family, humans lose the ability to function. No matter how dysfunctional a family is or is not does not matter; at the end of the day when you’re sick, tired, and demoralized, you can go to your family and talk things over. Additionally, this is for all teenagers, we as offspring from our parents are in a literal sense part of them as they are a part of us. The genes from our parents made us; the blood, nutrients, and bodily functions of our mother all helped to create a child. And to say that they don’t know what they are talking about is absurd, our parents care for us or they would have never put us on the production line. They are trying to make sure “we” don’t make the mistakes they made. They are only trying to help us, so listen.
Monday, September 10, 2007
writing topic for tuesday
I have five older cousins on my father's side and a stepsister who is only a few months older than me. All are married or have already been married. My stepsister was the most recent one to get married, just five months ago. We all thought that I would've been the next to marry instead of her, based on her personality and past "relationships." Well, as one can easily tell, she married before I did, and quite frankly, at every wedding that I've been to in in the past three years I've been jealous. Especially when my sister ( as I consider her) got married. I was not able to go to the wedding, since she had a small ceremony in Texas, nine hours away from Memphis, where her now husband was stationed for training in the Air Force. I had prom that previous night and told her that if she wanted me at her wedding, to have it some other weekend, since prom was planned a long time before her wedding was. Needless to say, I was not able to go to her wedding.
Well, now, it's my turn. I just got engaged this past Sunday to a wonderful guy. He's absolutely great! My mom and most of my family think he's pretty cool, but my dad and his father aren't too happy about his ethnic background. He's half Mexican, half white. My dad and his father are very against interracial marriages, so you do the math. Which, i find kind of funny considering the fact that my mother is the one that is not wanting me to get married until after college. My mother is very controlling and tries to control most parts of my life,so she doesn't want me to take any risks and follow my heart right now and get married, like he and i really to do. We know we don't really have the money to do so, and this is fine. We weren't planning to get married right away, anyways, but she says that we cant until after college. My sister said that we should wait til at least after we get enough money, and then to "feel free to do as [we] please." Well, if we get enough money to do so before college is over, we will. My mother cannot control me no matter how hard she tries. She holds the fact that she still pays for some of my college stuff that my scholarship doesn't cover over me as leverage. Well, we will do what we must to make sure that we can get by and do what we want to do and what we feel is right.
Well, now, it's my turn. I just got engaged this past Sunday to a wonderful guy. He's absolutely great! My mom and most of my family think he's pretty cool, but my dad and his father aren't too happy about his ethnic background. He's half Mexican, half white. My dad and his father are very against interracial marriages, so you do the math. Which, i find kind of funny considering the fact that my mother is the one that is not wanting me to get married until after college. My mother is very controlling and tries to control most parts of my life,so she doesn't want me to take any risks and follow my heart right now and get married, like he and i really to do. We know we don't really have the money to do so, and this is fine. We weren't planning to get married right away, anyways, but she says that we cant until after college. My sister said that we should wait til at least after we get enough money, and then to "feel free to do as [we] please." Well, if we get enough money to do so before college is over, we will. My mother cannot control me no matter how hard she tries. She holds the fact that she still pays for some of my college stuff that my scholarship doesn't cover over me as leverage. Well, we will do what we must to make sure that we can get by and do what we want to do and what we feel is right.
the list of options to write about
our "general" topic is Family stuff
-mother is controlling
-cousin is one of my best friends, and we used to fight constantly
-younger half brother was born with a heart murmur and eczema
-father's family has a lot of parties
- used to share birthday parties with my cousin
-lost uncle is a wreck
-blame myself for the eventual death of my great aunt
-Grandfather was in a war
-cousin had a baby at 16
-all of my other cousins are married or have been married
-sister got married this spring and i wished it was me
-my mother's cousin is sick with Leukemia
-Parents divorced when i was very young
-love all of my cousins' babies
-only two people in my family know everything about me
-my stepsister and i have the same first and middle name
-my fiance's family is huge
-I'll be becoming part of his family soon
-Have an ancestor named Odie (like the dog from Garfield)
-over half of the grandchildren on my father's side look like his mother
-my grandfather and I share a close bond
-mother is controlling
-cousin is one of my best friends, and we used to fight constantly
-younger half brother was born with a heart murmur and eczema
-father's family has a lot of parties
- used to share birthday parties with my cousin
-lost uncle is a wreck
-blame myself for the eventual death of my great aunt
-Grandfather was in a war
-cousin had a baby at 16
-all of my other cousins are married or have been married
-sister got married this spring and i wished it was me
-my mother's cousin is sick with Leukemia
-Parents divorced when i was very young
-love all of my cousins' babies
-only two people in my family know everything about me
-my stepsister and i have the same first and middle name
-my fiance's family is huge
-I'll be becoming part of his family soon
-Have an ancestor named Odie (like the dog from Garfield)
-over half of the grandchildren on my father's side look like his mother
-my grandfather and I share a close bond
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