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All that is left is a symphony

Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel  Parts 2-3

While reading this book I cant’ help but get the feeling of religious undertones. Take for example the word “Prophet”¬† appears on page 51 seems to indicate that there is a new Messiah which makes me wonder if Arthur is a form of a Messiah? When I think about part 1 which is called “The Theater” Shortly after Arthur dies we see that Jeevan gets phone calls from his friend telling him about the Georgia Flu and then on (31) we find out that there ” No more flight…..No more countries…No more certainty of surviving a scratch on one’s hand…”

Arthur death is similar to the biblical death of¬† Jesus Christ¬† and shortly after his death a¬†¬†“Darkness came over all the land.” Matt. 27:25 From noon on Friday until 3 pm, the skies grew dark. ” and¬†“The earth shook and the rocks split.” Matt. 27:51. A huge earthquake shook the land right at the very time Christ died.” ( qtd. in McDaniel). In Arthur death there was a flu epidemic that was the “Darkness” that came over the land.¬† Arthur was acting as the king in the¬† “King Lear” play (3). Which had him acting as someone who was a leader over a group of people just as a Messiah tend to be.

After his death and the “collapse” of civilization, as the characters in the story have known of, there came out of it a group that called themselves the¬† “Traveling Symphony” ( 35) which brings me back to the idea of the religious influences in the story. Like how¬† “Shortly after Jesus was executed, his followers were suddenly galvanized from a baffled and cowering group into people whose message about a living Jesus and a coming kingdom, preached at the risk of their lives,” (Steinfels).

It seems like the same thing happened after Arthur died. He had a love for acting and according to the book he always wanted to act as “King Lear” in the Shakespeare play and he had the chance to do just that. Now this group called the Traveling Symphony is keeping not only acting alive, but also keeping the memory of both Shakespeare and Arthur alive. For Kirsten, I see this as a way of keeping Arthur’s memory alive and spreading his love for acting around to others. The Traveling Symphony Travels from one town to another doing plays and putting on shows “at¬† the risk of their lives,” (Steinfels),¬† We can get a feeling of what type of dangers this traveling group had to face during the interview of Kirsten by Diallo when she was explaining what the group went through right before they found her in Ohio “they’d lost an actor to some illness on the road…..they got shot at three times in various places. One flautists got hit and almost died of a gunshot wound” (114).

However, just like in most religion if one Messiah dies there is always another one to take his place. As we learn about a man who is called the Prophet on (51) when the Traveling Symphony went back into the town called “St. Deborah by the Water” (43). I believe that this prophet has been brought into this story to rival against the memory of Arthur, as in Arthur being the unseen Messiah, verses¬† the “real” Prophet.¬† This prophet seems to have control over his people by force and power while Arthur had his “control” through acting and popularity.¬† I wonder which messiah, the memory of Arthur or the Prophet would win out in the long term.

I had found this picture because this is my vision of what the world would look like to the Traveling Symphony after the outbreak.

Image result for drawings of Station Eleven

Here are the links to the articles that I have used in this blog:

McDaniel, Debbie. 5 Miraculous Things That Happened When Jesus Died On  the Cross.  25 March. 2016, www.crosswalk.com/blogs/debbie-mcdaniel/5-miraculous-things-that-happened-when-jesus-died-on-the-cross.html

Steinfels, Peter. Jesus Died–And Then Happened.¬†3 Apr. 1988,¬† www.nytimes.com/1988/04/03/weekinreview/jesus-died-and-then-what-happened.html?pagewanted=all

 

Arthur Leander dies: here comes the storm.

Yea we are getting into Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel. So, we have to start with Part 1.

Part 1 is called The Theater. I assume it is called that because it start off with the scene of “act 4” of the “King Lear” play at the¬† “Elgin Theatre in Toronto.” [Mandel, page 3]. King Lear is play by a man named Arthur Leander. “He was fifty-one years old and there were flowers in his hair.” [Mandel, page 3]. After Arthur said this line “I remember thine eyes well enough,” [Mandel, page 3]. He was starting to suffer from what seem to be a heart attack. “There was a change in his face, he stumbled, he reached for a column but misjudged the distance and struck it hard with the side of his hand” [Mandel, page 3]. Later, on page 4 we see that a man name Jeevan who “been training to be a paramedic.” [Mandel, page 3] is jumping on stage coming to help Arthur. Later on a cardiologist try helping him too. They both did CPR but despite their help Author dies.

Author’s death seems to be the beginning of revelations and the end of what is consider a normal life for all of the characters in the story.¬† I believe that things were being revealed when Jeevan met a little girl name Kirsten Raymonde who was crying because she saw what happened and was sad that her friend died. Later on she had admitted to Jeevan that acting is the thing that she “love most in the world,” once she realized that Arthur loved to act. Jeevan, after Arthur dies, realizes that “he was certain, absolutely certain that he wanted to be a paramedic” [Mandel, page 11]. Jeevan finally know what he want to do with his life.¬† The people who had worked with Arthur realized that they didn’t know Arthur well enough to know who can they call to tell about his death. “who was his family?” Then on page 17 Jeevan gets a call from his friend Hua who works at a hospital to warn him about the Georgia Flu.¬†All of these things are happening on the night of Arthur’s death.

The end of the norm is¬† when Jeevan had heard about the news of how quickly the Georgia flu is spreading from his friend. Just, when Jeevan accepted his fate of becoming a paramedic, he gets¬† the call about the Georgia flu outbreak and a warning to leave town. With this call, we know that this flu is really spreading quickly because they have “admitted over two hundred flu patients..”[Mandel, page 18], earlier in the morning and when¬† Jeevan called Hua¬† again at”eleven twenty” at night.¬† Hua said that “Thirty-seven patients had died” [Mandel, page 22].¬† while reading that part, I can imagine that¬† many more patients were still coming to hospital with the flu.

Also, I believe that Arthur’s death was a symbolic death. Arthur’s death symbolized the end of progression and the beginning of regression. In the beginning of the story I assume that they had all of the technology that we have and use in real life. Then the narrator tell us about all of the drastic changes that the Georgia Flu has created on pages 31 and 32 when the narrator said¬† “No more cities….. No more flight….. No more pharmaceuticals…No more countries, all borders unmanned…No more certainty of surviving a scratch on one’s hand…No more Internet.” [Mandel] The narrator has given us a list of all of the things that are gone. Leaving me to think that those people who lived through this tragedy will have to start from the beginning and rebuild their civilization.

It had me thinking, can something like the Georgia Flu  happen now and if it did and if I survived, would we really regress so far as to going back to a horse and a buggy? I would like to believe that we would regress that far because then maybe we will go back to respecting mother nature and life itself which we take for granted.

 

A House is not a Home

“August 2026: There Will come Soft Rains”¬†By Ray Bradbury.

I am not sure, where to start? I guess that I will start from the poem that was inserted to the story, by “Sara Teasdale”, (Bradbury, page 3). ¬†The last four lines from the poem

“Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,

if mankind perished utterly; 

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn

Would scarcely know that we were gone”¬†

I understand that from the title this story takes place in the futuristic town of Allendale, California. In the beginning of the story we are introduce to the clock that is in the living room ¬†announcing that it is ¬†“Seven o’clock, time to get up, time to get up, seven o’clock!” (Bradbury, page 1). This let us know that if there are occupants in the house that they like to get up at seven to start their day.

However, we are to find out that there isn’t anyone living in the house, when the clock said “Eight-one, tick-tock, eight-one o’clock, off to school, off to work, run, run,” Then the narrator said “But no doors slammed, no carpets took the soft tread of rubber heels.” (Bradbury, page 1). ¬†It is as if the house itself is going through its daily routine without realizing that there are no human beings occupying it. Which reminds me of “Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, if mankind perished utterly” ¬†[Bradbury, page 3(Sara Teasdale)]. The house maintain itself and protected itself how it was programmed to and can continue on alone.

Later on in the story we learned that not only there wasn’t ¬†anyone living in the house, but the house itself “stood alone in a city of rubble and ashes. This was the one house left standing. At night the ruined city gave off a radioactive glow.” (Bradbury, page 1). In this short paragraph it seems that there were some kind of bomb or explosion big enough to destroy a whole city and leave a radioactive glow. ¬†I think that the title of the story-the poem that it represent, is true to the story. I feel that people are the most destructive beings on earth and when we were created or evolved into human-beings (depending one’s belief), along with us came destruction. If we are not continuously looking for new ways to harm, kill, and maim ourselves, we are looking for new ways to kill, harm and even maim others.

I do believe that animals, those who remain wild can and will live on if all of humanity was to be wiped off the entire earth. Why would trees (who some scientist are starting to say can feel) want to be constantly cut down? ¬†Why would animal miss us when some of us make a game out of killing them? They would not. In that sense, We would not be missed. Not at all. But, the animals that we have tamed and the ones we made pets, if we were to simply be wiped out and they lived on. They would miss us because we have domesticated them. They are more likely to die shortly after we are gone. Narrator spoke about a dog whom “ran upstairs, hysterically yelping to each door, at last realizing, as the house realized, that only silence was here” (Bradbury, page 2) then shortly after that the dog dies in the house.

Within the story, it seems that everything and everyone was dead or dying in that city. So there was nothing left to miss the people in that particular city. The seasons will come and go and days will continue to come and go and we know this because the narrator said “Dawn showed faintly in the east. Among the ruins, one wall stood alone. Within the wall, a last voice said, over and over again and again, even as the sun rose to shine upon the heaped rubble and steam: “Today is August 5, 2026, today is August 5, 2026, today is”….” (Bradbury, page 4).

One thing I would like to add, even though, I believed that we would not be missed by mother nature if we were all to be wiped out. However, there would be evidence of our existence if another intelligent race were to be created, visited, or evolved  from our earth and then when this happens, if we are not missed, we will never be forgotten.

This is an article on the argument of whether or not Plants and Trees can feel: http://science.howstuffworks.com/life/botany/plants-feel-pain.htm

 

Joyous..my…yeah right!

The story¬†The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas,¬†by Ursula Le Guin surprised me a lot. The way it started with the town’s people having a parade ¬†with “a clamor of bells that set the swallows soaring ” (Guin, page 1). ¬†One would think that the town had over come something or won something for such a occasion. Even the narrator said that “Given the description such as this one tends to look next for the King, mounted on a splendid stallion and surrounded by his noble knights, or perhaps in a golden litter borne by great-muscled slaves” (Guin, page 2).

When I continue to read farther along the narrator begins to describe the people of Omelas by describing their happiness and ¬†how they were not simple minded people just because they were happy. I assume that the narrator wanted the reader to understand that the people of Omelas were not blissfully ignorant. This was made clear when the narrator said “They were not simple folk, you see, though they were happy” (Guin, page 1) and again the narrator stated “Yet I repeat that these were not simple folk, not dulcet shepherds, noble savages, bland utopians”……”The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil is interesting” (Guin, page 2).

When you read on You realized that on that day of the parade. There are people who are wearing festive clothing and some who are not. There is even a horse race that is going to happen and festive music is being played. ¬†How all of the people in the parade is headed towards the “Green Fields” (Guin, page 3).

Then in the story the narrator takes you to this “basement under one of the beautiful public buildings of Omelas, or perhaps in the cellar one of its spacious private homes, there is a room”. (Guin, page 4). Narrator describes how it has a “locked door, and no window” (Guin, page 4) there is this child that is “feeble-minded” (Guin, page 4). The child is describe as dirty and sitting on the floor. ¬†The Narrator speaks as if the sex of the child and sometimes calling it a “child” did not matter. ¬†It feels as if the narrator at times take the humanity of the child away especially when the narrator said “It picks its nose and occasionally fumbles vaguely with its toes or genitals, as it sits hunched in the corner farthest from the bucket” (Guin, page 4).

While I was reading I began to understand that the town’s people ¬†was celebrating their happiness and was able to enjoy their happiness because they were not “simple folk” and “only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting” (Guin, page 2). I wonder did the narrator said this to have the reader understand how the people in that town see happiness? That their happiness would cease to exist if that this one child have a chance at happiness?

By reading this, I placed myself in that community and I seriously asked myself if i knew that my happiness was the cause of some kid being locked up in the basement being abuse and is shown no love at all? Would I have been apart of that parade? ¬†My answer was “No” I would like to say that I too would have been part of “the ones who walk away from Omelas” (Guin, page 7) the end.

 

 

Yay The Book Festival

On Sunday, September 17th, I had went to the Brooklyn Book Festival. I got there around 4 p.m because I had to do other very important things first before going out there. When I got there I saw a lot of tables that represent different things like several book stores, printing production companies, and even restaurants. I am not going to lie, I don’t like visiting people talking about their books and how long it took them to write it and why, how, what weather it was when they started it, e.t.c I genuinely enjoyed going to the tables and seeing which different items or trinkets that I can get along with a good book while talking to the people who were representing their store at their table at the same time. ¬†So unfortunately I did not go to any of the talks that they had there.

Nonetheless, I did had a good time visiting the tables. There was a couple of tables that I liked. One, was with this lady who was from the Feral House. Feral house is a printing press production company that has been around since 1989 they also have another printing company that is called Process Media. At their table they had very provocative books about sex and sexuality as in a form of art. They also had coloring books of Prince, David Bowie and Rock and roll. I took their business card because I was interested in their works. I asked them why they published these type of books. The lady said that they tend to publish books that are a little different from the ordinary, like pulp fiction. The next table I went to was the PM Press, they were founded in 2007 and they are more into publishing more of a variety of themes and stories. I like that they had small trinkets at their table.

However, I saved the best for last, at least the best for me. There was this table that I went to that was called Action Burger, (First time i ever heard of it) there was this man named Vlane Carter. He is the owner of it. He said that his restaurant is a comic book, sci-fi and video game themed restaurant and that people can come and play all sorts of ¬†games anytime. Games like cards, video, arcade and board games. It also have themed menus for Hero food and Villain Food. He said that they are expanding to have more room ¬†in their Restaurant. He also stated that( if I heard this correctly) if a customer reads a book they can get a free meal special. ¬†What had gotten my attention was because it is a black owned company and I love to support black own companies as much as I can. He also writes Sci-fi books and comic books. I brought one of his Sci-fi comic book. He is a very nice and friendly gentlemen and because of that experience I am glad that I had went to the Brooklyn Book Festival. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am happy to have been told about this Festival because I do love books, but to meet someone of color who owns his own restaurant and writing his own books adds a little spark to it. ¬†Here is the link to his restaurant if you are interested.

 

http://actionburger.com/

Class Notes 9/14

Hello, Fellow classmates this is the notes for today. PLEASE, PLEASE PLEASE, add more to if i missed anything.  Sorry this is so late I got home from work at 12 AM. Please forgive me

Today we continued to discuss the story The Yellow Wallpaper. We worked in groups. There were groups of 5.

We talked about the

Settings: When and Where the story takes place. As a whole

Reliability: The Narrator’s tone and voice. Is the narrator reliable

Queer: As how it mean in the story: Strange, Odd, Unnatural.

The writing of the story.

We were working on textual evidence and citation.

I would like to start with Citations first

Why do we cite? 

We cite because we do not want to plagiarize. It is important when  you use sources for your work to cite it. If you cite your work, someone who is reading your text can go back to check the source if they chose to and find the content that you have cited. Citing a work shows that you have support for your work.

MLA= Is a type of citation. MLA stands for Modern Language Association. it is the governing professional body that deals with English.

How to Cite

with In-text-cite we start with the “quotes” and the use the () with the Author’s name and page number inside the brackets. (Gilman, 4). And period at the end of it. Example, “Thomas went to the store” (Gilman, 4).

We are expected to use citation For Monday’s blog and forward on.¬†

For whole works cited You will cite it at the end. We will learn more about that later on in the class.

When to cite

  1. When You are using quotations. When using quotations you have to use the full quote so you won’t plagiarize your work.
  2. When you are summarizing (using the gist of the text)
  3. When you are Paraphrasing (When you take sentence by sentence)

Using Qoutes

Well when writing blogs you have to start off with a Topic/ claim. Please do not start with quotes.

Claim Key requirement

Make it Debatable, ¬†Base on something, Has to introduce, Detail, and significance. Don’t just say it has an affect, but talk about what is the affect.

If you need to make a point about some change that occurred in the story, talk about how it was before the change.

When you do use quotes, you can’t just throw them in your blog. You will have to introduce the quote. Set it up.

When you do give the quote, add on to it. Analyze it. Do Not Repeat it. Talk about  how you understand the quote and how it relates to you.

Great Jobs! 

GREAT JOB: Everybody on quoting, but now we need to Cite!

GREAT JOB: Of bringing in the text and annotating it!

Vocabulary:

Crowd Source:  When sources comes from everyone.

Fancy: Excitable. Given over to imagination. Fantasy

Homework: read and blog the story The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas by Monday 9/18 before 11:59 pm. Use the MLA Citation in your blogs  and number the pages of the story that you print out to bring to class.

Also:¬†Copy the excerpt of the student’s blog that you’ve like ¬†what the Student said about the Yellow Wallpaper and put it under the category: Class discussion The Yellow Wallpaper. Or click on¬†Class Discussion #1: Favorite Excerpts from Student Blog Posts on ‚ÄúThe Yellow Wallpaper‚ÄĚ

Extra Credit

For, extra credit, go to the Brooklyn Book Festival this Sunday. You can go to any of the talks that you want to. Blog about it and put it under the Category Extra Credit. Those who missed a blog, This extra credit can help! ūüôā

NO CLASS NEXT WEEK THURSDAY! but Next week Tuesday class is a THURSDAY!

Tuesday we will continue with the Yellow Wallpaper ūüôā

Please, if I missed anything Please fill free to add

 

 

You’ve change me stupid yellow wallpaper

Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s The Yellow Wallpaper.

How can I start this? I would start by saying I really enjoy this story. ¬†As I was reading, I notice how the narrator doesn’t have a name she is just a voice and I get the impression that her needs is not being taken seriously by her husband and because of that I believed that has harmed her a lot more than helped. I feel ¬†that had he just listen to her once he may have found out a couple of things about her and maybe could have saved her from harming herself. ¬†Like, for example, When she told him that she is sick, he did not believe her. I assume it is because he is a physician and that he believes illness is something physical and not mental, ¬†and that he may know better than her( who is not a doctor), what is wrong with her. ¬†She express this when she said “John is practical in the extreme”………..”and he scoff’s openly at any talk of things not to be felt and seen and put down in figures.” [first page, 6 paragraph] ¬†She notes that this one of the reason that she does “not get well faster.” [first page, 7 paragraph] ¬†I feel that since the narrator is a woman, that her husband and her brother (a physician), both believe that she is naturally inferior to them and since that they are men of high standing that they know more than her about what is wrong with her. ¬†There is no need for her to tell them what she is experiencing because they all know it Just “Hysteria”.

As I continued to read, I can see how obedient she is to her husband. She takes all of the “phosphates or phosphites…..and tonics” [first page 9 paragraph] that he gives to her. ¬†She seems to have a idea of what she needs when she said “Personally I believe that congenial work, with excitement and change, would do me good. In my condition if I had less opposition and more society and stimulus.” [first page 10 and 12 paragraph]. ¬†But, she remembers what John said “the very worst thing I can do is to think about my condition” [first page, 12 paragraph]. ¬†I feel for the wife of John having to be constantly told each time she have a negative feeling or if she she express a want and if it not something he thinks she needs he will tell her not to think of those things for they are bad for her and to focus on getting better.

I believe because he dismissed most of her thoughts about her illness and controlled her environment added more stress and the fact that when she asked him can she be in the room “downstairs that on open on the piazza” John want her to go up to the nursery. I notice how she keeps calling that room a “nursery” as to play on how she felt and how her husband treats her as if she cannot control or even think for herself. Like a child. The room even have bars on the window. As I said before, if he had listened to his wife he would have known that she was not getting better being locked up in that room. Instead of laughing at his wife when she told him about the yellow wall paper, he should had “repaper” the room. Instead he said to her “You know the place is doing you good….and really, dear I don’t care to renovate the house for a three months rental.” [second page, ¬†19 paragraph]. ¬†which clearly demonstrates just how much he was in denial of her illness and how he treated her like a child.

I notice that he was spending more time out of the house and left his sister “Jennie” in care of her, at the same time he kept his wife up at the top of the house as to hide her away, and ignore her even more. Telling her to focus on healing herself. I believe that by him not being there, leaving her for long periods of time, even restricting ¬†her from mental simulation, I mean he didn’t even want her to write; all of this has contribute to her metal illness making it become something that changed her from being a sane person to a insane person who eventually hung herself.

I want to add that, to me, that by losing her mind, she had gained a voice because she finally got freedom. She was finally able to express herself to a man who only thought of her as a child.

How to act like a girl (Reading Response #1)

I would like to respond to the Story titled Girl by Jamaica Kincaid. Girl Seems to be about  rules and restictions  that a young lady must follow in order to be the type of woman that is expected of her, and for the purpose of writing this blog, I am going to call the person talking to the girl, her mother. Although, it does not clearly states who is talking to the girl, I am assuming since this person is telling the girl what to and not to do is someone who wants to make sure that the girl will know what behavior is expected of her at all times of her life. Mothers are usually the ones to teach their daughters all the things that they think their daughters need to know.

The story start off by telling the young girl, and I am assuming that the protagonist is a young girl because of the title, how to wash clothes and which day to wash which type of clothes on. Then it just goes on a to a series of rules. I can visualize this young girl just standing there and observing as much as she can all of the things that is being told to her. I can see her trying to understand why it is important to remember all of what is being said. I can also see that her mother who is talking to her is not listening to her. When her mother asked her “is it true that you sing benna in Sunday school?” she doesn’t wait for a answer. She just keep telling her rules to follow. Then a few lines down the mother says “don’t sing benna in Sunday school. Yet again the mother is not waiting for her child to answer she just tells her not to. Had she waited for her child to answer she would have found out that the girl don’t sing Benna in Sunday school. ” but I don’t sing benna on Sundays at all and never in Sunday school.”

The mother tells the girl all of these rules and restrictions, but yet still feels like the girl is going to become a slut. She said this after she tell the girl to “walk like a lady and not like the slut you are so bent on becoming.” The mother have said something like this three different times in the story. To me, that sentence about becoming a slut touched my nerve the most. I loved it for the story, but that sentence hit close to home because in the real world, the words slut and hoe are intertwined and is so easily to become, for example, if a young man wants to talk to young lady and the lady may not want to talk the young man, but say that same young man sees this lady talking to a acquaintance of his and he is still sore about her passing up on him then he may decide to try to ruin her reputation by going to the gentleman that she were talking to and tell him that she is a slut and may even add the lie on how he had interactions with her. Then there you have it she is a slut. “That you are so bent on becoming”

I see this all the time. How we have so many rules and restrictions on how to act like in the story ” don’t squat down to play marbles-you are not a boy” ¬†and how to mask our feeling and how we are not free to express them. We should only smile. “This is how you smile to someone you don’t like at all” ¬†In this story the girl has no say. She is mostly listening. Like I had mention earlier even when she did say something it wasn’t acknowledged. She is being told everything, except the one thing that matters the most and that is, her being herself.

English 2001 Intro to Literature

Hello Peoples, My name is Sha-Kina. I am a senior at city tech and I am majoring in Human services. I have chosen this major because I thought that I would like it more than computers, I was wrong. I have an associates in CIS at BMCC and after I graduate from City tech I am going to take online courses in computer programming. What my hobbies are? Well I like knitting, fixing up my old computers (with the help of google and YouTube ), I love playing video games ( I suck at that). I love to read manga and the website Webtoons is my heartbeat. I love anime my favorite is Black Butler and 91Days. I am currently watching Code Geass and a TV show called American Horror Story (not anime).

I am a CA at City Tech. I work in both the Library and at the Evening office. Both are fun places to be. I enjoy doing my job but I am planning on leaving one of them as soon as I graduate. Which one, I don’t know yet. For the summer break I mostly slept, watched anime, eat, and played video games. I did however, went to this event called Blerd Con. which is a Black Nerds convention ¬†and it is for all the Blacks nerds who love anime and cosplay. It was held in Arlington VA. ¬†It was the first year that they held this event.It was fun to see all sorts of ¬†people of color coming together with their children all dressed in cosplay. There were other races there as well, but it was nice see people of color who are interested in comics, anime and video gaming. The MAG fest was there too. It is a gaming convention company. So, in addition, to cosplay one had the choice to play games from the arcade of 1980’s up to the PlayStation 4 of the 2017. ¬†Sorry that I don’t have any pictures to show because it is on my phone and not on my computer, but I will soon post them up I promise. I have nothing plan for upcoming Winter break.

Now I guess I will talk about writing, reading and thinking, I love reading things that appeal to me, I guess that goes for everyone ūüôā I use to have a love for writing, but as a kid I was never pushed in to it and as I got older life became more about facts than fantasy so writing went out the window and working and school came in. I am trying to rekindle my love for it. I recently read a book by Octavia Butler called Fledgling which is about black vampires. I loved it. ¬†I loved it because I don’t know of any books that put African Americans in a domineering fantasy world without it making us slaves or some spiritual reader. It was nice to see us as vampires. I want to see more of that so like Octavia said “I wanted to write what I wanted to read” or something like that. I want to see more stories with African America influences that are based on Vampires, werewolves, Kings, aliens, and stuff like that without the usual stereotypical views that get thrown in about us. What I dislike about writing is the time and thought process and all of the corrective grammar that comes with it. My favorite genre of literature is Horror, murder, and some fantasies, but mostly horror. I do have an open mind about books so I do dab into comedies and nonfiction books.

My sense of literature fiction is that it is a form of story telling that can put you in the place that the author conjured up in his mind. You go through everything the author want you to. You feel what he tells you to feel, hear and see what he want you to see and hear  and be sad that at the end of the book, the ride is over, till another one of his books come out.  I hope that this class can make me a better story teller. At first, I want to say writer but I want to be a story teller. I want to know how to correctly put thoughts and words together on a piece of paper and make that thought become real to the person reading it. In my Human Service major we are taught how to write about facts. We cannot make up things or truly express ourselves without risking the life of others. I have no problem of doing that for work.

However, I want to learn everything that this class can teach me about critical thinking and Literature. It is the only way to improve my love for writing and help me with story telling and spelling because I am not good at spelling.