• Blog Post Introduction: The story The Lottery is based on tradition and how it can impact your daily life. The story holds truth to what still happens around the world. The story is about a family living in a small populated village that have to confront a tradition thats been occurring for centuries. Some ask why it still exists and others are all for it. The saddest thing about it is that there is no way around it, because hierarchy always wins. • Literary Analysis: The theme of this particular text would be live every day like it is your last. The text is named “The Lottery” I know personally that I don't think of death when I think lottery, its a metaphor for a way out, because the people who are living in that village everyday think to themselves will it be me next year? They live in fear, the ones who had died already won, its sad but would you rather live in fear or die with peace. Do I agree with how they go about the killing? Absolutely not. Due to the whole black box and black dot connection, it is all on chance, the luck of the draw. Another connection is the black box and the black dot. When you see black, what do you really see? Darkness, or even death. The whole point of the white piece of paper and the black dot is to illiterate the concept of death. • Argumentation: An American tradition today is to stand up, put your hand on heart, take the hat off your head and listen to your National Anthem. There has been a lot of controversy over whether to stand up for the National Anthem or to kneel while the song is performed or played. I personally disagree with kneeling. I respect other opinions but, this is mine. We live in a country that men and women have died for in order for us to even have this “kneeling” controversy. We’re able to bitch about it because we can, and who fought for that? I certainly didn't but I respect the shit out the people who did. Respect is flying out the window faster now then ever before. This country is straying away from tradition and seeing it as something against our people, which is completely false. Like I said before, hierarchy always wins, so with that said, the people who are on national television kneeling on the ground know exactly the type of influence they have on everyday folks like us. I bet half of the people who are kneeling don’t even know why their doing it, and yet they are able to make millions while doing it, that is so wrong in my eyes. There are Veterans homeless and then there are people who don't wanna stand up and they make the big bucks, it is so backwards. The only reason why they do it is because they can, freedom right? That is was pisses me off. I can understand that America hasn’t always been the most accepting when it comes to change, but it is the year 2017, we have change left, right, up and down and that most is good, change is good, tradition is good. The song and the flag don’t hurt you physically and give you bruises, but yet give a representation of almost a celebration into what nation we have become. We are the UNITED States of America. Yes, we all have different opinions but the reason were able to have that is because of that flag. When that song comes on we are united for those few minutes. People really need to stop getting butt hurt about it, because if you really are disgusted with your country that much, you can certainly leave. If not, stand up. • Narration: The period of time when my grandmother was sick, my dads side of the family was right there with us the entire time, even though one person in particular was the absolute devil in my and my family’s eyes. She was my aunt at the time, but only through marriage. This woman tried everything in her power to steal everything my grandmother owned when she passed away, she was manipulative, mean and just down right ugly- inside and out. It’s tradition for the granddaughters to receive the jewelry and split it among each other. In this case, because I was the one who woke up every two hours to check on her, and bathe her, and feed her I felt that I should get first pick. I had nothing against my cousin, I just get a selfish personality when it comes to my nana, I was obsessed with her, I still am. The reason behind all this is because I am all for tradition and especially when it comes to my grandmother, and family, but when I knew for a fact that all my grandmothers valuables, heirlooms and possessions would have been sold for dirty money, I had to put my foot down.
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The story The Yellow Wallpaper is about a husband, a doctor, and a wife, the patient who have moved out of there current home for reconstruction. The home they moved into during that time was very influential on the wife. Her husband john believed that she was very ill, and not just psychically, but mentally. He kept her tucked away in a room with dull, aged, yellow wallpaper. What the wife saw was something more, something deeper that wallpaper. • Literary Analysis: Charlotte Perkins Stetson, January 1892, Took place in New England. The genre of this particular text would be mildly suspenseful, the reasoning behind that is, when I was reading this text I was hoping to visualize what she was seeing when she looked at the wallpaper. And also even question, was she even sick? Or did John lie to keep her locked away. The tone was persistent, she saw what she saw and she wasn't letting anything get in the way from finding truth. There is a lot that was left unsaid in this story because it was told from only her point of view, and her husband John was definitely up to something real creepy and disturbing. The underlying message that you can clearly read in between the lines when she transitioned from john takes care of me to I feel nervous around him. • Argumentation: She was the main focus the entire story, she was the sick one, she was locked away for hours at a time to “get better”. Most of her life has been authored for her already, but by her writing down how she was feeling rather than keeping the feelings jumbled inside she was able to crack a code. The woman behind the wallpaper was her, trying to escape from this dull, sick world. The yellow color wasn't a vibrant alive yellow, but yet the complete opposite. Her escape from he wall could make that sick yellow turn into the sunny beautiful yellow that should be seen. She didn't completely understand that she wasn't sick after all and she even questioned why John had fainted when he saw her actions, but in my perspective it is clear. John has been brainwashing her to believe that she really is ill, when all it is is he’s been keeping a one up on her. That is no way to live, thinking your sick when you’re really not and someone, let alone a physician, telling you you are. She had escaped and John’s nasty gloomy, dar, dull shadow will now and forever be a memory to her. • Narration: Yes absolutely, this can happen on a day to day basis, and can even be second nature for me sometimes. But I’ve learned to know that I am my biggest competitor when it comes to important life decision and that I am the only one putting doubts in my head. When I was about 14 years old I had just moved to a new community and high school. I knew absolutely nobody. It was very intimidating and nerve-wracking at my age. I still remember to this day the end of my first day of high school when my parents picked me up. My mom asked “how was your first day?” I responded with attitude saying “fantastic!” she believed me for a slight second and responded with “really?!” then she looked in the rear view mirror and saw my tears and immediately started to cry with me. I know that my parents are only as happy as their saddest child so I’m guessing the attitude wasn't helping, but I couldn’t help it, I was miserable. I wasn't myself for almost 2 years before I realized that I am where I am and that I needed to move forward with my life and stop lingering in the past. It was time to make friends and memories, not for anyone else but myself. So as hard as the beginning was, the end was something I never though possible. That’s the beauty of not knowing, it makes everything worth while. 1) Writing About What You Don't Know [Categories: Life Choice, Course Reading, Making Connections]: Please copy and paste the following bullet points into your blog post and complete the following:
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