My favorite poem was probably "The Fish" simple because the way that the author used descriptive words to describe something that would have otherwise been dull. The poem I least liked was "Sex Without Love". Besides being extremely awkward, I didn't want to read about people having sex.
My favorite short story that I read was "The Things they Carried" because I had read it when I was in high school and book that talk about or are set in WW2 or Vietnam are usually pretty good. The story I didn't enjoy was probably none of them. The only thing that I thought was hard was the amount of them. Thought they are called short stories some are extremely long for the time we had to read them
I did like watching Bartleby and the Death of a Salesman simply because they made the reading much easier to understand and draw writings into something more physical, easier for people to understand.
My favorite task in class was probably the comic strip we did, the drawing was fun and brought the story to a new view point. My least favorite task was the large groups we had for the poetry. Most if not all of the poems were hard to understand and having just one person answer all the questions was hard and pushed not only myself but others from answering your questions.
And no, I do not miss the small group presentations. There was enough work and I felt that would have just complicated things. And no, small group discussions were where I felt most comfortable for sharing ideas and thoughts.
The blogs were ok but I feel that most if not all of them weren't so much about the reading and terminology to help us through the tests as they were about our simple creativity. But even if they were changed they added an unneeded element that I felt could just have easily been left out and covered in class.
English 150 PM Blog
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Grandpa Willy
(Biff being the father; sitting on the couch with two kids, a girl, 7 and a boy 5)
“Come
on Dad, tell us a story about Grandpa!”
“YA!
Come on Dad!”
Nodding my head I bundled them on my lap as I thought back
about my father Willy.
“You
see when I was growing Grandpa Willy was the hardest worker I’ve ever seen in
my entire life. He would drive his red shinny care all over the United States
to sell the next best thing. He was practically a celebrity when he came into
town! As I got older and was in college Grandpa Willy had worked so much that
the company didn’t know what to do with him!”
The white lie covering the story of my Father went unnoticed
to the kids but it stuck in my throat as I continued,
“So
after years of work Grandpa Willy had just run out. But the one thing that Grandpa
Willy never did was lie down and take defeat. Grandpa Willy worked and worked
and worked to get the things that he knew would make me and you’re Uncle Hap
the happiest kids around. Of course nobody’s perfect but my father didn’t settle
for just anything. Grandpa Willy kept on his life dream of being a salesman and
kids, he died a salesman. If you ever want to look up to someone who worked
until his deathbed, you’re Grandpa Willy was a hell of a man, and a father.”
The kids looked up at me with a smile as my father’s face
grew in my mind. That part was true, my father was a salesman and he died a
salesman.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Linda's Diary Entry
May 5th 1928
-
Willy has made another trip home, a smile on his
face and the boys running up to meet him. It so good to see Willy doing well at
work. He brought in at least 112 dollars! I wish to get a new refrigerator in
the kitchen, hopefully Hap and Biff will be willing to help carry it up the
steps in front of the house. Oh, seeing the Willy and the boys brings a smile
to my face, Biff’s doing splendid in his classes while Hap is with his jobs.
What a lucky girl I am.
August 20th 1935
-
It’s been hard. The payments on things seem to
creep up on you without any warning and without Willy bringing in the money he
used to… I do love to see Willy come home but time and time again he just walks
in, not even looking at me. I ask him time and time again how he did but he
just waves me off, telling me he talks to much, jokes to much anymore. Lately
he’s been up late talking to himself, about better times, when things were
better. With Biff, home its only gotten worse. I hate to see them fight but it’s
the only interaction they have anymore. I just don’t know how much longer we… I
have to keep up with this. It’s only looking worse.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
The Lottery
The lottery by Shirley Jackson
Man’s ability (and need) to rationalize
generally unacceptable actions
The first thing that I find that
directs my thought of the Lottery is the fact that the town hasn’t quit the
lottery. On page 294 Mrs. Adams says “Some places have already quit lotteries”
while Old Man Warner responds, “Nothing but trouble in that – Pack of young
fools”. This evidence demonstrates the mentality that the town does these
stoning but for the good of the town. Old Man Warner is a great example of
people who will justify the horrible things that they are doing thinking that
the other towns who have stopped are condemning themselves or are “fools”. The
whole town I believe feels this same way with the way that they act nonchalantly
about the whole thing, simply wanting to hurry up so they can go back to their
normal day. Old Man Warner is really the only person who speaks out and goes to
tell and demonstrate to the reader that the town feels it’s a necessity to
continue. The whole situation really reminds me of the sacrificial killings
that people found that were happening in the Maya culture. They didn’t go about
stoning the sacrificial person but instead went in a harsher route just
straight cutting out the person’s heart and letting the blood just spill
everywhere. Another example that I think of was a documentary, don’t remember
the name since I was flipping through the channels and didn’t clearly recognize
the channel, but they were talking about how camels, all different breeds of
them, were used in different cultures. The main point that really connects with
the story was the fact that every year they would have a celebration for the lama
(cousin to the camel) they bred and with the celebration they would sacrifice
one of the lama’s cutting its throat and letting the blood soak into the ground
believing that their God was taking the blood back into the earth and taking it
as a good luck and prosperity sign. The fact that both the lottery, the Maya’s
and the rural community with the lamas both believed that the sacrifices that
they were doing were essential for the community to have luck or prosperity
shows that people mask their actions with the idea that if they don’t do it
something will go wrong.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Facebook Charlotte Gilman
Charlotte Gilman - Married to John -
- Just moved into the summer house! Should be a fun three months!
- The house is great, but my room could really use a little TLC.
- Don't feel to hot today, but John is doing his best in making me feel better, I sure hope I start feeling better again.
- Happy Fourth of July! It was so good hang out with Mom and Nellie and the kids!
-HEY! Being still sick and all I found this awesome website on Bedroom Decorating! You guys should check it out! http://www.hgtv.com/topics/bedroom/index.html
- OMG, cannot sleep, the light from outside is creeping me out on these stupid yellow walls! #creepedout #seriousneedofnewdecor
-Hey, somebody shoot me a text, John is out of town on a case for one of his patients and I'm bored! :)
- Thanks for all the get well cards everybody is sending me! But got to get some sleep, doctors orders!
- Like if you use to look at your walls as a kid and pretend to make different shapes on the walls! LIKE! LOL
- Got a new roommate living with us at the house! I didn't even notice her when we moved in but she's just so nice! Going to hang out with her tonight! Can't Wait!
- Just moved into the summer house! Should be a fun three months!
- The house is great, but my room could really use a little TLC.
- Don't feel to hot today, but John is doing his best in making me feel better, I sure hope I start feeling better again.
- Happy Fourth of July! It was so good hang out with Mom and Nellie and the kids!
-HEY! Being still sick and all I found this awesome website on Bedroom Decorating! You guys should check it out! http://www.hgtv.com/topics/bedroom/index.html
- OMG, cannot sleep, the light from outside is creeping me out on these stupid yellow walls! #creepedout #seriousneedofnewdecor
-Hey, somebody shoot me a text, John is out of town on a case for one of his patients and I'm bored! :)
- Thanks for all the get well cards everybody is sending me! But got to get some sleep, doctors orders!
- Like if you use to look at your walls as a kid and pretend to make different shapes on the walls! LIKE! LOL
- Got a new roommate living with us at the house! I didn't even notice her when we moved in but she's just so nice! Going to hang out with her tonight! Can't Wait!
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
"Girl" Imitation
Son
Remember to sit up straight and remember what the teacher
tells you. Play fair and don’t get into fights. Don’t ever get into an argument
with a girl, she’s going to win either way. Eat with your mouth closed and don’t
hunch over your food with your elbows on the table. When coming home try and
remember to grab the mail as you walk home. Take your shoes off and say ‘hello’
when coming in, don’t just go running off to your room. Do your homework. Do
the chores around the house and don’t complain about it. At practice do as the
coaches say and don’t hesitate when they put you on the spot. Do something
wrong, don’t whine about it. Get hurt, don’t cry about it. Told to run laps, just
do it. When a coach asks you if you have bruises, don’t show em’ you’ll only
get punched. Not the best on the team, earn your way up. When your beat don’t be
a poor sport, when you win remember how it feels to be beat. Don’t be the
cocky boy nobody likes. When talking to a girl don’t be loud. Be polite and try
not to interrupt. Even when you don’t like her, try and be nice. And Always
Remember, never hurt a girl, even if she’s trying to fight you. Be respectful
to adults and the elderly, especially the elderly. When you see a dog or cat don't just go running up to them and they and pet them. See a snake on the ground, its best you leave it alone. Try and tie your shoes when
you’re running, the last thing you need
is to fall on your face. Help your dad around the house whenever you are asked or told. And yes, you are allowed to play after chores and homework are finished.
And always, always remember that I love you.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Dialogue
Sitting in a quiet hallway
I take my seat against the wall and open my book. As classes begin to leave I watch
as everybody files out, talking to each other about all different things. Across
from where I sat two women, who seemed to be close friends sat next to each
other, already in a heated argument,
“I cannot believe you! You’re retarded.”
The short haired girl
snapped, pointing her finger at the other women, who just sat there crossing
her arms, shaking her head,
“No, YOU’RE the dumb one!”
Shaking her long brown
hair she pulls up her foot revealing her shoe, she carefully unties the shoe laces
and then proceeds to tie while singing a song from what I thought to be from SpongeBob,
“Make a Loop-de-Loop and pull, and your shoes are looking
cool!”
The other girl flailed
her arms, in disgust as the friend finished tying. Pointing out again the brown
haired girl said,
“THIS makes sense. Whatever you’re doing, is just plain
wrong.”
“I see absolutely nothing wrong with how I tie my shoes,
which makes you stupid.”
Obviously giving up the
brown haired girl sat back in her seat as the other flaunted her shoe at her.
“Stilled tied, SEE!... you stupid, I win.”
Both sitting back in
their seats they both looked back at the clock then back at each other with the
same look on their faces. Bursting into laughter the brown haired girl asked,
“Why do have these stupid arguments? We’re arguing about
how we tie our shoes!”
“Why? Because you’re stupid, I’m stupid and we’ve been
friends for way too long.”
They both silently looked
at one another, almost communicating though their exaggerated facial expressions,
shook their heads and they both got up and left.
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