. Warm Days .

It was warm that day. Gosh, it was just beautiful. It was one of those days where you couldn’t help but look up at the sky, even if the sun burned your eyes and made you see everything with dots. I looked around at my friends, and quickly out from my right, David pushed me. “You’re it!” He gasped, since it took him forever to catch me. I laughed and so did everyone else there because they found it shocking that I had been caught. I was the fastest out of my group of friends, even though there were only eight of us. A very close-knit loving group. I looked back up at David who hung on the monkey bars, out of breath. “You finally got me! How does it feel?” I asked, holding a pretend microphone up to his face, waiting for his answer. He then smiled and pushed my arm out of his way and began to climb to the top of the bars.

I turned quickly around and saw Jen, another one of our group, sitting with her back turned to me. Her black pony tail falling out of its high self, she sat there looking out at the park’s track. I thought it was a perfect and easy opportunity. I quietly snuck up to her, brought my face to her ear, tapped her slightly on her shoulder and whispered, “you’re it,” and dashed like a madman. It wasn’t till I was off the playground that I noticed her still sitting. I stood there, puzzled. If there was anyone to get up and tag the first person she found, it was Jen. Her face looked as puzzled as mine did and I walked up to her. “What’s wrong? Jen.” She looked up at me, then at David, who also noticed Jen’s annoyance, and at everyone else there of our group. “Don’t you guys ever think we are too old for this kind of thing? I mean we’re in a park that we’ve been to since kindergarten, playing TAG!” she was ranting now, “Gosh guys, we’re sophomores! Can we please get out of this park?” I wasn’t quite surprised at the rant Jen was giving.

~

It’s been like this ever since she found Brad. I laugh at the idea of her dating someone. Now, out of my friends Jen was always the one to sneer at the lovey-dovey couples making out at the park or in the mall. Ever since we were little kids, eating glue in kindergarten, we vowed to each other that we would never give our hearts to any boy who tried to come and sweep us off our feet. It seemed over the years that we were going to keep that promise forever. I mean Jen wasn’t an eyesore. Jen had the most beautiful features with her long, straight, polished black hair that swept her face kindly, big brown eyes that gave her doe-in-the-headlights look. She had a tiny frame that made the guys take a second look anytime we walked down the school hallways. I, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. I having thick wavy/curly/crazy red/brown hair, a chubby round face. My body matching my face in its chubbiness. Jen was always my partner in everything we did and now everything has changed.

~

Jen continued her rant, even after no one was listening to her. She got up and walked to the end of the playground. It was then I saw why she began her rant, Brad pulled up into the parking lot next to the gates of the park. In an instant, her face lit up and skipped to his side. Her face smashed up against his window to get him to open it, I look at her with a great upset. I gave her a nasty look and looked back up at David; he had the same face I had.

~

It began to rain that day. It was after Jen left with Brad, that the small, fat drops of rain began to drizzle. “I think I’m going to head out now, See you tomorrow? Lunch?” David asked looking up at the sky, turning from the bright blue to a heavy, gray cloud that seemed to take up and swallow every bit of happiness there was in the day. I nodded to him and continued to stay, even after he started his way home, followed by the rest of our friends. I walked to the slide and climbed up, trying not to get my pants wet. I wiped off the top of the slide and sat. I thought about a lost promise and sisterhood that seemed to be fading. Was I too immature for my age? Should I start to care more about what others thought of me? No. I wasn’t. I was happy the way I was and nothing was going to stop it. I was getting aggravated at nothing, thinking of Jen and her “I’m too old and mature to be playing with little kids” was on my last nerve, but then I really thought the reason I was upset. I was full of envy. Jen had it all, the looks and the boy. I had a mind of a 13 year old and played childish games. I wanted that feeling of knowing someone could take me in and see everything good about me, more than I could myself. Sadly, there was no one. Silly to be mad at her because she had Brad, but I couldn’t help myself.
           
It wasn’t until I came out of my intense thoughts that I noticed how fast and hard the rain was coming down now. It was as if the rain absorbed what I was thinking the way it sloped down my face. I pushed myself with my elbows and down the slide I went. My pants came out very wet and I didn’t really care this time. I decided to take the long way home. I was getting soaked and it never occurred to me that maybe I needed to get home quickly. I looked left, right, and then left again and crossed the street. I was not paying much attention to where I was. Near the crossing of the Lamon and 47^th I never expected it and didn’t see the curb elevated and my toe met the cement.

It was cold and it stung like fire. I had hit the asphalt harder than I thought. I braced my fall with my arms and toppled onto my side. The rain didn’t make anything better, as I fumbled getting up. Man, was I getting soaked. Frustrated, I attempted to stand up and couldn’t with feeling a heated pain from my left ankle. Gosh, can anything get worse?  I was soaked, injured, and already angry. So, I gave it one more try to get up and continue on my way. I had just used all my strength to get up off my knee and stood up. The pain in my ankle was excruciating and I winced as I lifted my foot. As I set it back on the pavement, I felt a force pulling me back by my elbow. I was pulled against someone and just then I felt the spatter of water hit my back, a horn blowing, and a car zooming through the rain past the curb. I gaped at how close I had come to being hit. With an injured ankle, how much better would that have been?

“Are you crazy? Jeez, you could’ve been hit!” came from the voice holding me…still.

I took a moment to collect myself, a near death experience can really shake a person. I noticed my hands were clasped around his arm and I let go. I tipped my head up to look at who this person was and it was Danny. I knew him from school, even though a junior, I encountered him during lunch with friends and the occasional “hi,” in the hallway. His eyes met mine, his shiny, mysterious brown eyes, and I quickly glanced down, I stepped away from him, “thank you, very much.” I exclaimed. He smirked, “No problem, lucky I was there to get to you in time, or imagine what could’ve happened!” I agreed with a tipsy nod. I again realized it was raining and shivered in my sweater. “Better start heading home,” I whispered as another shudder came upon me. I looked up at his face and watched as the rain fell onto it, and sloped his eyes, cheeks, lips. “I guess so, see you at school tomorrow.” As I turned to leave I felt something warm hit my shoulders, it was his jacket. I didn’t understand what he was doing but his response said it all. “It’s an excuse to see you tomorrow.” With that he turned and left. I thought then and there, maybe I should give another thought about this "promise".

It was the jacket that kept the idea warm.

. the only exception .

I choose the song, The Only Exception by Paramore. I was in a love song mood <3 <3, and thought it was a good choice. So here’s my analysis by each stanza!

When I was younger, I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart and I watched
As he tried to reassemble it

From the start, the singer starts to discuss a heartbreak her father had gone through. In the third line, she says he is the one who made his own heart break.

And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love if it does not exist

In this stanza, the singer talks about her mother being affected by this breakup. Therefore, it is inferred that her mother and father broke up and it was because of the father. Due to this, her mother swore never to love again. Since, she saw the heartache her parents went through, she said she never wanted to fall in love. Singing of her love would make it public and let people know she is capable of love.

But darling, you are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception

In this chorus, she is telling someone that they are the only exception. She is saying that he is the only one who makes her want to love freely. She wants him to know that she loves him. In this stanza, it seems that this part makes it seem like it is a love note to the person she loves.

Maybe I know, somewhere deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways to make it alone
Or keep a straight face

And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable distance
And up until now I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness
Because none of it was ever worth the risk

In these two stanzas, she says she knows that love may never last for her, but she wants to try it. She says she has always kept herself away from falling into love and that she didn’t care if she ended up alone. She never wanted to risk her heart to try and fall in love.

But you are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception

I've got a tight grip on reality
But I can't let go of what's in front of me here
I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof, it's not a dream, oh

She is not head over heels in love and she has a straight head even though she is in love. Even though she knows the risk, she still loves him and doesn’t want him to leave. Now when she says he’s leaving in the morning, I don’t think that she is saying he’s leaving forever but just leaving her house. By him leaving proof he was there, she wants to make sure this love isn’t a dream, and she trusts him to come back. Then she continues to says he is the only exception.

You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception

You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception

And I'm on my way to believing
Oh, and I'm on my way to believing

. modern propaganda .

Modern Propaganda – n.

information, ideas, or rumors deliberately spread widely to help or harm a person, group, movement, institution, nation, etc. ( of the modern times)

       

Propaganda can be used to persuade a group of people that they should be thinking some way other than one. Modern Propaganda is the new wave of how to use propaganda. By naming it modern really just states how it gets around now. It used to come through the public by posters and newspapers, but modern technology has changed all that! Modern Propaganda can be found really anywhere. If it is not in the newspapers or on posters throughout the city, it would be on the internet or seen on the television. As there are many examples, one recently is a perfect for this. The recent mayoral election had much propaganda run against the candidates. When the mayoral candidates began to run their campaigns, they each had a little to say about the others’ campaign. One of the first campaign attacks was from Gary Chico against Rahm Emanuel.  He attacked his idea of proposing to slash the Sales Tax by a quarter cent while adding some to luxury services that are not taxed currently, such as limo rides, tanning parlors, charter jet rides, pet grooming, etc. Now Chico came out with saying that this idea was crazy and would really only negatively affect the middle class. Now this was a perfect example of Modern Propaganda because of its use of television, the internet, and citywide campaigning.

               

. reponse to black boy .

                All Righty, Black Boy response.

Well, I have read the whole thing and have got to say, it was good. I will admit it took me a while to get through the whooole book but well worth it. The life of Richard Wright is filled with heartache, sadness, and surprises. The relationships he has with his family is actually very surprising to how upsetting it is. I can recall the part of when Richard and his Grandmother are attending one of the masses. Richard had told his Grandmother something about an angel, but his Grandmother takes it out of context and thinks he SEES an angel. When his Grandmother tells the pastor, Richard is not sure what to do and when he denies having seeing the angel, his Grandmother is devastated and then later Richard can then realizes he is truly dead to her. This really shocked me, I mean I had seen how much his Grandmother really did not like him, but then to see how much more she had not want to speak to him again.  

                The rest of the book also has much of the same things with his Grandmother and aunts and uncles. He struggles with a hard life and never really gets a fulliment out of it. He is always hungry and that was a word that really struck me in the novel. Being hungry was all about Richards’ life because if he was not hungry physically than it was academically or mentally. The overall response to Black boy was it was a good autobiography and thought it was sad and inspiring because in all those problems he managed to get out of it.

. i am hungry .

                Hunger is what is on everyone’s plate. The more we want it the worse the hunger gets. Being hungry can come in all forms, like being hungry for food, the most basic, attention, etc. The one I have recently been exposed to is to attention. Attention is what everyone wants. Look at celebrities! All they want is attention, well most I guess. This is the main reason anyone does anything. For me, I think the hunger for attention can, also, be a hunger for approval and acceptance.

                In the novel, Black Boy, Richard is a 4 year-old boy who likes to stir up trouble and, BOY, does he. This innocent little boy is so hungry for attention from his mother and father, that he does these daring things to get some. One example is, HE SET CURTAINS ON FIRE! He really just wanted to get some attention, but he went very far. He does this knowing he would be punished, but he still went ahead and did it! He knew he wanted attention and he did wrong to get it.

Also, I can really see the hunger for attention when looking at myself. I can admit, I like attention. And sometimes I starve for it. I have moved around a lot in my life and I have had to make a bunch of new friends. Whenever I would make one friend, I felt like I needed to impress their other friends, so I could have them become friends with me. Childish, I know, but hey! I was a child. Moving around was not rough and making friends was a bit. Also, my slight hunger for attention can make me want to over exaggerate things, like some stories I tell, which is not all the time! Also, this is not any more.

                 

. king still king.

  17 January 2011.

This is the day; most students get off to celebrate the birthday of one person who may have well help changed American society. This man is Martin Luther King Jr.; he was part of the biggest Civil Rights Movement of its time. He brought the issue of segregation and prejudice against all colored people in the country to light. Yes, he has influenced and changed our society and the greater, but is he still relevant in this time. Even Jan. 17^th, do people even recognize this as a day to celebrate this great man or to sleep in and watch the morning, afternoon, and evening cartoons?

                I believe that MLK’s ideas are still thought of. Yes, it would be ignorant to say racism and prejudices have ALL disappeared but it has not. We have all learned of him and taught to treat everyone with the same e     quality. Through teaching these morals through him, everyone knew the right and wrong of treating people differently because of their colored skin. His ideas still show us how to be civil in our ways. So yes, I think he is still the relevant, not known by his name maybe, but his ideas are held true. Maybe everyone should actually relearn about him and instead of watching cartoons all day of his birthday, enlighten themselves on the works of Doctor King.

“I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. “

“I have a dream today!”

. children of the sea . edwidge danticat .

Recently reading Children of the Sea by Edwidge Danticat, it was so good. I think this is mostly coming from someone who really has not read any good stories in a long time. No offense, Mr. McCarthy. The story was between two lovers in the form of letters. They tell of their lives in that time. The guy on the sea trying to seek freedom and the girl living in a horrific Haiti. The country in fear, the guy leaves the country to seek freedom and safety and the girl left behind with a family who did not want to make trouble. How to live in that kind of life? To be in fear of your life every day or to be tortured and harmed horribly? In the letters from the girl to the guy is when she tells of this. I found all these things to be so scary and unrealistic, but after some research, I knew it was. I personally like this type of story. A short story but in dialogue or first person. It makes the story more realistic. This story, even though not coming from a first person experience, showed an amazingly close first experience by how skilled the writer was. To come from two unlike situations and to put them together to give off two different situations, like from on a boat and to be in the middle of a country in crisis. Danticat brilliantly showed how two characters sides and how they were living and opinions they held. All in All, a great great story!

. jay and nick .

                Jay Gatsby and Nick Carroway. In the Great Gatsby, these two are made out to really get along, but in looking deeper, maybe they really are not. Gatsby, firsts becomes in contact with Nick, when he invites him to onw of his extravagant parties. When Nick arrives, Gatsby introduces himself and they become acquainted. It is not until Gatsby finds out Nick is related to Daisy Buchanan, a long lost love of Gatsby, that I start to think hey maybe Gatsby really just wants to start to become close to Nick to get to Daisy! I felt that, wow; maybe Gatsby is a user and is tricking Nick into liking him. I know though Nick isn’t a dumb guy and he would know that Gatsby is using him, and he seems to see that in Chapter 5 at the very end, when he says, “They had forgotten me, but Daisy glanced up and held out her hand; Gatsby didn’t know me now at all.” Gatsby was so fixed by being with Daisy again that he did not even look down to wave goodbye to the person who helped him find his way into Daisy’s arms again! Although I did find it strange that later on Nick does say that Gatsby turned out “all right” and I guess he still thought him to be a good person of character, which would be why Nick still had a good relationship with Gatsby. So for me I think that Nick and Gatsby were good friends. I think that Gatsby was using him but he still wanted to be friends with Nick. Kind of hard to figure but that’s what I think is true.

. my winter poem .

               Holding down the window blind and seeing outside for the very first time,

Noticing the white flakes falling between the cars

A snowman or two, and maybe three, all made by children full of glee

Cause you see it’s snow out there, chilling up the daytime air

Flakes that fall upon your hair

Lets run outside and take a look

Wind blowing the snow off the roof, catching it with our tongues

Coming back in is a chore, wanting to stay out for some more

Snowflakes in a winter blow

Okay this is my first draft of my Winter Poem. CRITIQUES! I neeeeeeeeeed them. Other than that ENJOY!

. you are who i am most thankful for! .

So this blog is a great one because I really get to show who I am thankful which is great for the Thanksgiving holiday, even though this blog is uber late. Well I really have to say out of many great classmates; Berenice Alcantar is who I am most thankful for.  You, yes you are the awesomest friend, classmate ever! We have really been there for each other, whether it be in the classroom or out of the classroom. You can make me laugh and even make sure I have all my journals. Oh I can tell you everything and not feel weird because most people have opinions  and you don’t you just listen my crazy stories. Oh and Division!!!!! Division is fun and I always have to save you from the Wrath of Mr. C, haha not really but still fun! And to really think of it we only became friends this year, well not just friends but like Great Awesometastic(I know this word isn’t real but I like it) friend. I mean we hung out like a few times but I think this class really made us even  closer than I had expected. Well Berenice I hope you read this and see all the great things I lub about you!!! <3 and again This Is who I am thankful this very late Thanksgiving season!

. i am a plow .

                I stepped onto the stairs of my school’s second floor and each step carried more weight than Atlas holding the world. The dread in my face is not noticed by anyone as it usually is. Out of the corner of my eye I see a couple that seems to have been together forever. Best friends at their locker sharing a bit of gossip or secret. I look up and see my friend calling for me and I manage to put on a smile. “Hey you,” I call back and step quickly to her.  As we continue to class, my smile never falters but of course it never has.

 A plow. My whole life seems like it’s just the same and never worth getting up in the morning for. A plow. Everything has been set out and put together for me; like a present once opened you don’t really want. A never-ending replaying script for my day. I don’t feel in control of my own life. Like a plow, you see now.

Chemistry has never really had much of my attention, so I sit and stare out the glass wall watching absolutely nothing. I think of how I became this depressed, as someone would say, and can’t find a reason that hasn’t had an influence on me.  “Excuse me,” my teacher coughs and I turn my head. While staring intently at me she asks, “What is the conversion factor from grams to moles?” I turn my head back and continue to stare out the wall. “I believe it is one mole over the compound’s molar mass,” chirps my friend. “Very good,” and my teacher takes one final look at me and continues her lesson. I feel like this glass wall, you know it’s there but you look right through it. . .Though that is what I thought until I meet you. . .

. it was never really over .

           

      As far as most people know slavery was abolished on January 1, 1863, with the acceptance of the Emancipation Proclamation. Even people may think it’s all in the past; there are many forms of modern-day slavery. All over the world, there is an estimated 7 to 12 million people brought and sometimes even sold into slavery! For me to do this blog, I had to research some information on modern-day slavery. The information I found was just crazy, just like the millions of people that are slaves. Before slaves were usually abducted and forcefully brought to wherever they were to be sold. It is was it happening now, like in the Sudan since an estimated 14,000 people have been abducted since 1983 and counting! In many places thought slaves were once people looking for jobs and a better life and promised one by employers really just looking for cheap labor. In Florida, there are accounts of illegal immigrants and their families (mainly from the inlands of Mexico), brought here in hopes of a better life and forced to work on farms and orchards for employers that pay little to nothing! In places like Europe, parts of Africa, and Asia, slavery is still huge. In a 1992 law passed by the Pakistani government, landlords are barred from offering loans in exchange for work or to hold workers hostage to their debts, but in reality that is majority of slaves are brought into the trade and in India, Kidnapped from their villages when they are as young as five years old, between 200,000 and 300,000 children are held captive in locked rooms and forced to weave on looms for food. I can’t even begin to think how I would handle that situation to be alone and scared. Slavery is never a choice and the people subjected to this find it hard to find their way out. Throughout the various countries around the world, organizations have been made to ensure that this can be stopped, like the International Labor Rights and Education Fund which helps children find their way out of the trade along with many more organizations. Like I said it’s been over 100 years since the Emancipation Proclamation was signed but in our world today slavery is still flourishing.

. the house of the seven gables .

The House of the Seven Gables had such a vague background to me, but while researching information on it and on other things, I was hit with a bunch of really cool information! At first I had first heard of The House of the Seven Gables because we were just reading about it in American Lit., which was written by Nathanial Hawthorne. This book was based on the actual house of the seven gables in Salem, Massachusetts. Nathaniel Hawthorne used to live in Salem, by the actual house. Another really cool fact is that his story was derived from his own family history on the legend of a curse pronounced on Hawthorne's own family by a woman, who was sentenced to death during the Salem witchcraft trials.

This is very much like how Colonel Pyncheon charged Matthew Maule with witchcraft because of him wanting to take over his land. It was Hawthorne, also, who came from a long ancestry of puritans. Puritans were the ones that began the witch trials. They were such a God-fearing people and had strict ways of living so that they can make it to heaven, that they were wanted to get rid of everyone that would upset the strict religious balance. Another motive might have been greed. Like with Colonel Pyncheon wanting the land of Matthew Maule to gain more to his wealth.

They all tie into together, through Nathanial Hawthorne. See, Hawthorne wrote the HSG and he also lived in or near the house itself in Salem. Hawthorne’s background included a grandfather, John Hawthorne, was a judge in the Salem witch trials. Also, how Hawthorne came from a long line of ancestral Puritans.

The second part of this is how the Puritans still have some influence on how we love our lives today. One thing can be some of our laws. Puritans were a strict people that lived by the word of God and these days a few things are still followed. One thing is that homosexuality is not allowed and we see this in how gay people are treated. In California, there is an actual banning gay marriage and people look down on it. Also many people follow the ten commandments but maybe not the full extent that they did. Like thou shalt not kill, or honor thy mother and thy father. People still follow them but don’t take it to the next level!

. i knew i was an American when .

The first time I felt like an American had to have been in the second grade. For all of preschool through first grade, I had been to a catholic school. We said our prayers in the mornings and that’s all I really remember doing. When I left that school, and transferred to James Ward the next year, it was a whole new experience for me. On the first day of school, after the sound of the beginning bell, the whole class stood up and began saying the Pledge of Allegiance. Of course, I knew how it went but I was confused and stumbled into the unison voices. Being the curious second grader that I was, I went to my teacher, very shy and quietly, and asked her why we said the Pledge of Allegiance. She told me that when we say this every morning we show PATRIOTISM and love for our great country. When she told me this it was like a new present was just given to me and it had a life-long use.I felt like an American. I felt a stronger pride for my country, I said my Pledge of Allegiance with a little more pride and when we sang our national anthem at school assemblies, or anything else, I was louder and it had enthusiamism. In my second grade mind, I wanted to grow up and do something to help and make our country better. I wanted to be the president like everyone else did (not anymore but hey you never know)! I know that it only took a few simple sentences and words to really make me feel like an American and to feel that sense of pride, but it never went away. I still am that proud and enthusiastic second grader just all grown up, and I will always be a patriotic American!

. us vs them .

“Conflict is inevitable, but combat is optional.”

- Max Lucade           

            How can we find our way out of a conflict without violence? What is the way we learn how to approach and handle them can better the outcome? Conflict ending in despair or tragedy can only bring more destruction. Death being the worse!

In The Crucible we see innocent villagers, whether they are the town drunk or most respected person, being accused of witchcraft. They were accused by people that had a conflict with them. By finding the best way to get them out of their hair was to say, oh so and so does witchcraft and conjures the devil! so that the person would be taken away. Like the conflict between Sarah Goode and Mrs. Putnam, Sarah Goode being a midwife to Mrs. Putnam at many of her births, was there to see many of Mrs. Putnam’s infants die. In turn, when the idea of witchcraft started going around, Mrs. Putnam accused Sarah of practicing it and that she had killed her babies. Now, this was not true to any extent but since there was a conflict between Mrs. Putnam and Sarah, she wanted some excuse of their deaths. This eventually led to the death of many people, the fact that people believed such foolishness. Death being the only way to end these problems between people.

                Many people see this as an only option because they are afraid if they couldn’t get their way in a situation, then it would ruin them. Death must only bring a slight satisfaction. After so long more people are going to bring the same things that they were scared of in the beginning! What are they going to do, keep killing until there’s absolutely no one left. This would only raise the amount of blood on their hands. Also people on the outside may see these persons as foolish and horrible, that they’re only going to do what best for them! In the end it would make matters worse. Can we come to realize we must see the more peaceful way of solving our problems? That a person’s life is just as equal as our own?

. john proctor : hero or stooge .

John Proctor is a man of two faces. On one side, you see a man living in a puritan-like lifestyle. A man with a loving wife and good, honest opinions, even if they don’t agree with many people of the town he lives in with. A Hero. On the other hand, you can see an adulterer, a sinner. A stooge.

               

John, the hero, is quite a character because he with his strong opinions knows when to stop and see when something isn’t quite right. Like Reverend Parris, who preaches only of the ways you can be condemned to hell and damnation, John says to his face that he doesn’t agree with his teachings and is against the Reverend.  Even when many of the townspeople believe witchcraft is among them and some accuse others of witchery, especially in the case Betty Parris. The Reverend and Mr. & Mrs. Putnam believe that she is under the spell or CURSE of witchcraft. Now John doesn’t stand for this and believes that she is just going through a phase or that there is some logical explanation for her behavior.  He isn’t afraid to stand up for his beliefs and know when something isn’t right.

John, the stooge, can be seen during his time with Abigail. He had affair with Abigail when she worked at his house. When their relationship was found out, it was by his wife, Goody Proctor, soon after threw Abigail out. At this time, only the Proctors and Abigail know. Something John does that is stooge-worthy is he leaving Abigail with the thought he still cared for her, even though he completely rejects her while she tries to get him back. It may be true feelings, but to say this to an unstable girl madly in love with you was mad in itself. This eventually leads to Abigail accusing Goody Proctor of witchcraft, so that she can take her place as John’s wife.

                The Hero or the Stooge, personally I think he is a hero. I mean he stands up for what he believes in and holds true to them. Also he tries to make good out of what he did wrong. Hence the affair with Abigail and trying to stop those crazy feelings for her. It takes a strong man to do what he does and thats what makes him a. . .

                                                                    . HERO .



.sinners in the hand of angry god.

In our world, our faith is what we survive off of. In reading Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God by Jonathan Edwards, I’ve come to realize how much a person’s faith can control their lives. This sermon speaks on how God’s Watergates and fury can come rushing onto you, in the fact of a mistake that you made. A mistake against God’s will and that one error in your ways can mean a life in Heaven or a Life in Hell! Oh how strict and how much self-discipline someone must have to do this, and in how much fear someone would be in.

 In certain religions, God is just waiting for you to make a mistake or do an evil deed and squash you like a bug if you do. A person can go crazy from living like that, to always say the right words and act the right way, even dress in such a pure way. If one wrong word and BOOM God has released his wrath upon your head!
 In the sermon Edward point to many things that God can do to strike you down. He says God holds you like a puppet by strings and in one instance after doing a wrong being dropped and killed by him. This is quite a terrible concept. To be condemned forever by just one error. Also that God has his hand covering the waters of wrath and will unleash them gates once a following of his no longer decides to obey.
 I know if now we were in a such a harsh, strict religion especially in this time, many people would not be able to control themselves. We now live in such a free and uncontroling environment, that many of us don’t pay attention to the  rules that were made so long ago. But could you do it? Could you handle knowing at the hands of God, you could be saved or condemned?

.there goes the neighborhood.

Not any two people are just alike, and in that sense they don’t agree on things all the time. There goes the neighborhood is what this is all about. From personal experience, I know how a clash of two people can totally make people wary about how they should react or be around a group of people.

 I used to live in Middleton, TN, which is next to the Mississippi border. A very small rural town, so everybody knew everybody and everything about them. I was in the seventh grade and our campus was on the high school premises. With us seventh grader going to school with the older upper classmen, we knew a lot about the different cliques and groups in the town. One thing we never heard of were gangs, and it was even crazy to think of them. One day, just like any other normal day, my friends and I sat at our usual lunch table and someone said something about tomorrow there was going to be a shoot-out on anybody wearing blue or white. Everybody wore blue or white those were the colors of our uniforms! I mean it was crazy- talk. Gangs! Shoot-out! Gosh, I was terrified to go to school the next day. As I arrive at school, half the people in my classes were gone, and more students were being called down to be picked-up. Thankfully, my father came to pick me and my sister up, me from the high school campus, her from the elementary school. The streets from there to there were completely packed of frantic parents going to claim their kids before anything were to happen!!

 I learned that day from friends, that the people claiming to do this, never did, and were mostly made up of Mexican-Americans. The school was not very diverse in its cultures and no one paid much attention to how people treated each other. In a majority white school, the clash between the two cultures was really huge. Many people treated the other kids badly, like they didn’t meet up to their standards, and I believe that’s why they would’ve started this whole thing. It was to show that, Hey, we’re here too and if you notice me for how I look and  not by how I really am on the inside then notice me like this. It showed me how greatly how a difference in cultures can bring a lot of controversy into a community and a neighborhood.

.my Introduction.

Soo. . This is a blog about me and what I like and who I am, so here it goes. I started breathing on September 14 and hey my birthday is next Tuesday, WOOT! I’m still, for now at least, 14, yes for a sophomore that is young, but everybody isn’t the same. I will admit I’m kinda weird. I remind myself of a Starburst candy, a contradiction. I can be LOUD or quiet, if you notice when I’m around you and I actually talk and be myself, you have most likely become my friend or at least someone I like(; I really seem quite a shy or timid person at first but believe me, when I say you will need earplugs at times when you do experience the LOUD side of me. Im Mexican, American and a whoooole loootta stuff and I am proud of everything I am! I absolutely love to make new friends especially in new places I visit so it seems like I know a lot of kinds of people. Breaking the ice is very hard for me and I’m probably the only one in any class, who actually enjoys the cheesy games at the beginning of every school year. Also, I am like the one person who couldn’t wait to back to school, all 10 years of school. Okay now here are my hobbies and things I love to do. I love music and it’s not just the regular stuff you hear on the radio, I enjoy all types of music. Well except for like heavy metal and metal of any sort. I adore classical music; I feel like I can write a story or picture a beautiful scene when listening just because it’s so smooth and graceful. Jazz is really great too. Sometimes I even sing and makeup my own songs. . . I play in my school’s band (a silly thing I like to think to myself is: I’m with the band. Get it? No? :) and my instrument, my baby, is the Trombone. Go ahead, laugh, get it out of your system, I don’t blame you. I learned to play when I was in the 6th grade and have lOOOOved it ever since. Although, I may need to practice more, like a lot more. Sports are a big thing too for me. I play volleyball, soccer, and football! Ooh and softball. I read, like a lot. Books were introduced young to me and ever since it’s like an addiction but a good one. Well I think I’ve made really made a good intro for myself. Applause, yes?