Power is an object, person, or thought having a mental or physical advantage or influence, creating a controlling aspect, over a grouping of people; intellectual or physical strength or force used to condemn certain desired behavior.
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Monday, October 27, 2014
Chapel Talk
I spent hours sitting in my bed, kicking off
sheets and blankets in frustration, to leave me staring at a blank word
document on my computer screen. I struggled to write this essay more than others;
it was like I couldn’t think for my self anymore. I was stressing about topics
to make my teacher happy, ideas that would give me a good grade, and
perspectives that weren’t my own. It hadn’t fazed me until then that I was
writing for acceptance. My complete paragraphs weren’t something I have felt
extremely passionate about; they echoed what I had been taught in the past to
care about. But it’s a funny thing to write what you want, I can feel somewhere
that I know what I want to write about, but it is never surfaced for the fear
someone will hear my own opinions and disagree with them.
I’m
not angry with the fact I couldn’t come up with words for myself, I angry with
myself suppressing all of the thoughts I hear rambling in my head all day long,
the ones that I never allow to slip past the barrier and out of my mouth. So
many times I keep what I’m thinking to myself, and I don’t think its because
I’m embarrassed about what I have to say, but I think that if someone tells me
I’m wrong, I’ll never share what I have to say again. So in efforts to preserve
my ability to speak, I have become selective about the things I allow myself to
say. But in years of closing myself off from the disproval from others, I have
silenced my self even further than I imagined disapproval would. It’s a rare
sight now to see my hand waving in the air to answer a question in class, for
me to walk up and introduce myself to someone first, or for me to engage
someone in conversation.
For my eighth grade graduation, I
had the help of a teacher I had only met twice to write my speech. I wrote
three and a half pages about how wonderful our class was, how well we behaved
and how I had faith that even after years apart, we would still all remain just
as close; I didn’t believe a word about anything I said. I reiterated what I
was told was expected of the presidential speech, as I’m sure was told to the
previous speech givers before me. I still regret not saying what I
wanted to say in front of my class and all of our parents; so I’m going to say
it now. Thank you for ten great years together as a class. Some of us are going
to hold onto these years for as long as we can, but I don’t recommend that. Don’t
take these years for granted, because they don’t come back, but don’t be
ashamed to move on with the rest of your life. I’m going to a different school
than most of you, and there’s a chance I’m not going to see some you again, but
you have all altered my life in some way or another, and I probably haven’t
told you, but thank you.
I regret not saying what I believed
in that gymnasium every time I bump into a former classmate. I had the
un-wavering attention of a few hundred people all at one instant, listening to
what I had to say, and I used my minutes echoing what my teachers expected me
to say in fear of disappointing people.
Although I still struggle expressing what I’m feeling and thinking, I
realize now I shouldn’t hold back what I think, and slowly I’m getting to a
point where I no longer worry about these thoughts anymore.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Admiration
Throughout the ages people have
always felt a strong connection with animals. Humans have encountered wild
animals since they first walked the earth, and before the B. C. era ended,
humans had already domesticated their first animals. Not only are animals mans
best friend and companion, we admire them for qualities they have.
Humans can
admire animals when admiration to justify the jealousy they feel towards
animals. Animals are often described as free, giving them the power people feel
they lack themselves: choosing their own paths or not having anyone to tell
them what to do. In contrast to admiring
animals in a form of jealousy, some people admire people for their pure beauty.
The same society people live in has not distorted animals; they are pure compared
to people.
Hoagland and
Woolf both choose to talk about one animal in each of their essays. Hoagland
admires turtles for being the complete package of all animals. He thinks they
have al of the best qualities of other animals combined into one. Woolf admires
the simplicity of a moth’s life. After struggling, a moth ultimately accepts
its fate, its death. Nothing is over complicated in the moth’s life.
An animal
that I admire is a bird. The reason I admire the bird is because the bird has
the potential to fly wherever it chooses, but it may also choose to stay in the
same place. I admire the bird because out of all of the animals, I feel the
bird has the most opinion, choice, and chance.
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Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Total Solar Eclipse
When reading the story Total Eclipse, the passage that
caught my attention was this one:
“If
you were to glance out one day and see a row of mushroom clouds rising on the
horizon, you would know at once what you were seeing, remarkable as it was, was
intrinsically not worth remarking. No use running to tell anyone. Significant
as it was, it did not matter a whit. For what is significance? It is
significance for people. No people, no significance.” – Total Eclipse by Anne
Dillard
This passage contained a concept I
had never thought about before: significance. What Anne Dillard said, that
significance is only relevant to people, is a scary thought. This idea is
something people fear, and choose not to address or talk about. People crave
significance; have the desire to be important and revelevant in a larger
picture. I liked how bluntly Dillard made her point. She did not beat around
the bush and to reason why this was such a feeling humans crave. She simply
stated that significance is something only humans feel. A tree does not see or
feel significance in another tree, or a bird. They don’t run away to tell their
friends about something significant that happened to them.
Although I like this passage
because it evokes a lot of thought, I don’t like the feeling that everything is
insignificant to everything other than humans. I think Dillard’s goal in
writing this passage was to help add to her story of the total eclipse she
experienced. It emphasized the idea that without people witnessing the total
eclipse, just as the cars that continued going to work, nothing would change.
There would be a solar eclipse, but it would not be significant until it was
witnessed and acknowledged by a human, just as she and many others did on the
hilltop.
The passage by itself can create a
gloomy thought, but when placed in the story, it becomes inspiring. Without people,
no event is significant. Her point is to stop and witness the significant.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
"Once More to the Lake Response" by E.B White
The essay "One more to the lake" took the reader on a trip back to the authors's, White's, finest childhood memory. White structured his piece in paragraphs of his memories and how they compared to what he was currently seeing as he revisited the lake with his son many years later. A descriptive piece is painted through multiple memories as walt relives them with his son now just as he had done with his father then. Each memory contained the illusion that no time had passed, when in reality multiple years separated the trips to the lake. Some of the things White saw when returning to the lake sparked old memories to come flooding back to him. Everywhere White went around the lake on his trip reminded him of his past experiences, and he began to see so many similarities between his former self and his son he could no longer tell his he was experiencing things in the moment or through a memory.
As the essay begins to reach its concluding paragraphs white has begun to have been taken over by fear as he watches his son. His sudden stroke of fear is not over a bad memory or fright for his son, his fear is the result of his sudden realization his is getting older. As he watches his son fill his own role during the trip to the lake he slowly begins to recognize he is just as slowly, taking his fathers. At the end of the essay White is struggling with accepting he is growing older.
As the essay begins to reach its concluding paragraphs white has begun to have been taken over by fear as he watches his son. His sudden stroke of fear is not over a bad memory or fright for his son, his fear is the result of his sudden realization his is getting older. As he watches his son fill his own role during the trip to the lake he slowly begins to recognize he is just as slowly, taking his fathers. At the end of the essay White is struggling with accepting he is growing older.
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
"The Story of a Hour" Kate Chopin (1894)
Mrs. Mallard’s heart problem is symbolic for her broken
relationship with her husband. After she is informed her husband is dead, she
endures the first stage of grief but then is over come with a feeling of
freeness. As she sat motionless thinking what the loss of her husband would
play in her life, she was overcome with the thought she was free, even as she
fought the thoughts she repeats the words, “free, free, free.” The Mallards are
not engaged in each others relationship. Mr. Mallard has been away from home
for a long period of time working on a railroad, most likely earning a wage for
him and his wife. Ms. Mallard is filled with the feeling of freedom when her
husband is reported dead, but when he arrives home unannounced; she dies of joy
when realizing he is not dead. The relationship the Mallards have is complicated;
they are dependent on each other for support but are not tied to each other. Although
the setting is limited, it is important to themes in the story. With her
husband alive, Mrs. Mallard is confined to her large room. As she descends the
stair case it is symbolic her releasing herself from her relationship and being
“free.”
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
What Makes a Good Writer and a Good Reader
To be a good writer it benefits from being a good reader,
and vise versa. To be a good writer you create material that is both
interesting and intriguing or an informative piece to present to readers.
Additionally, as a good writer your work reflects your own thoughts and
opinions through a personalized style of writing that is engaging to others.
Good writing consists of correct grammar, sentence structure, and vocabulary.
Writers must be astute and careful with their writing, just as good readers
must be as well. Good readers are constantly looking for deliberately placed details
while being perceptive of the building plot.
At the same time, good readers can be actively reading, such as
underlining and marking up writing. They are attentive to details, benefit from
taking a general interest in the writing material, and learn or gain something
with every piece completed. The more reading someone completes expands his or
her writing techniques, while the more writing done amplifies understanding and
competence in reading.
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