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Superman and me – Dina Cantor

1. A smart Indian is considered a ” dangerous person, widely feared and ridiculed” because with knowledge you can conquer anything . Non-Indians would adopt this opinion because they expected the Indian children to be stupid . Therefore when you have a smart Indian it’s considered a threat in their eyes . Indian children would adopt to this self-defending idea because it benefits them . They’ll have more self confident and knowledge when it comes to non-Indians trying to suppress them .
2. What the author means in paragraph 7 by ” I was trying to save my life” is that by learning to read he was then able to learn more and go beyond the expectations of what non-Indians had . They expected Indians to be stupid and by learning to read he broke those boundaries because being educated can be powerful. With this point is he emphasizing the importance of reading books and educating oneself .
3. The outward support that a person needs to break free of stereotypes and dead ends and forge a path to success. Is to have a influential background, in this case the authors father was his biggest influencer . His father, who attended college and was a big collector of books from different genres helped the author become the reader he was .
4. The metaphor that the author uses in paragraph 3, ” a paragraph was a fence that held worlds.” Did in fact help me understand what the purpose of a paragraph was. It helped because the metaphor created a visual in my head of what a paragraph is . I would explain the purpose of the paragraph as a structure that holds sentences together but that have to do with some specific idea that adds organization .

Superman and Me ~ Carlos Mejia

  1. 1. A “smart Indian is a dangerous person, widely feared and ridiculed” because “Indian children were expected to be stupid”. Non- Indians adopted this opinion – that Indians “are” stupid- because when they come to face with non – Indians they duck their heads and just stay quiet. Indian children adpoted this opinion because they were afraid pf the non- Indians.

    2. When the author says ” I was trying to save my life” i believe he meant tjat he wanted to do what ever he could to get out of the reservation. I think he’s trying rk say that getting an education can help you in life; by getting more money, a better job or even a career.

    3. The characteristics needed to break free from sterotypes is determination. One must be determined to break those stereotypes and do the opposite of what they are. It may be hard because kf everyone knowing those sterotypes but with determination you can get passed that.

    4. It dose help me understand what a paragraph. A paragraph has a series of sentences. Each paragraph has a main idea and then exaples to support it. Like in the story ” Superman and Me” the house was the paragraph and the rooms were the ideas supporting it.

“Superhuman”

  1. A smart Indian, one who is able to share their thoughts freely and openly; Outspoken, Opinionated, and, Direct are traits all races should embrace. As individuals we will be able to communicate without the fear of ridicule from other races.  Indian children are embraced and accepted for their failures from the non-Indian counter parts.
  2. Embracing yourself with an immense education will set you up for great success in life. Reading anything and everything imaginable. The author has a substantial love and devotion to better himself and not to worry what others perceive of you.
  3. Following in the footsteps of a great roll model. With a love and passion to elevate your education to the highest level. One is bound for glory. Believe in yourself and don’t let anyone corrupt your mental state with negative aspirations.
  4. A paragraph is sentences formed, to expose a particular point or idea. “Fences ” is an excellent metaphor that helped me to better understand and how to properly use a paragraph. To me a paragraph is like “a deep breath.” One initial purpose to relieve your lungs, as an author describes one specific theme.

Spider-Man and me

1). Smart Indians are considered dangerous because they wanted it to be standard that Indians wear idiots and I can relate in the  black culture they are afraid of people who are smart educated and open-minded because these type of people you can’t tell them anything and they would stand up for what’s right. The non-indians adapted this opinion because that’s how they seen them and that’s what they were told. I believe the children adopted this so this idea so that nobody would know that they were smart so whoever they Masters are can think that they have the upper hand which they really don’t.

2). When the author made the statement he’s “trying to save his life” what he was saying was the books are the only escape to the misery that he had to deal with in face everyday in his life. I believe the point he is making about the book says they are always opportunities to read you can always teach yourself something new everyday and you can’t never say that you don’t have time to read.

3). Based on the story a person has to be driving and have determine characteristics. The only way to break out of stereotype is not to follow The Stereotype don’t do what people are expecting you to do because of your race or ethnicity. I feel like your family will help you on the path for Success .Without the love and support other people around you you really have nothing and the drive it to do it in yourself.

4). Yes I understand it quite well I really enjoy how the author uses the paragraph in the sense of a fence of how it’s holding words. A paragraph is simply a section of a story being told or letter being written.

“superman”- Kathleen

  1. A smart Indian would be a “dangerous person, widely feared and ridiculed” because a change can happen with one person. The high authorities are scared that Indian children would learn to read and be able to overthrow the high authorities. In order to forbid that from happening they lower the Indian kids confidence  because they are “ridiculed” by high authorities. After that; I’m Assuming that Indian children are scared to go through humiliation so they adopt this self-defeating idea.
  2. When Sherman Alexie says “I was trying to save my life” he means that he was trying to make something out of his education, and future. In paragraph 8 he tells us ” Despite all the books I read, I am still surprised I became a writer”; Alexie would visit the schools as often and would see kids trying “to save their lives” by writing their own poems, short stories and novels.
  3. Based on Alexie’s story to break free of stereotypes and dead ends to forge a path to success, one must overcome the negativity that come from others and keep it up although it may bother others. Just like Alexie when he tried answering the question his teachers would ask; and his own classmates didn’t want him answering he still answered, because he decided to block out the negativity that came from his classmates.
  4. Sherman Alexie describes well what a paragraph is but it could of helped if he could of added a bit more detail into it, ” a paragraph was a fence that held words of the Topic“. At least one more word to describe a paragraph.

“Superman and Me” questions

For this assignment: Read Sherman Alexie’s “Superman and Me” on p.412-5 in Grassroots. Then answer the Discussion and Writing Questions on p.415:

  1. Why would a smart Indian be a “dangerous person, widely feared and ridiculed” (paragraph 6)? Why would non-Indians adopt this opinion? Why would Indian children adopt this self-defeating idea?
  2. What does the author mean when he writes in paragraph 7, “I was trying to save my life”? What point is he making about books and educating oneself?
  3. Based on Alexie’s story, what inner characteristics or outward support does a person need to break free of stereotypes and dead ends and forge a a path to success?
  4. In paragraph 3, the author uses the metaphor that “a paragraph was a fence that held words.” Does this metaphor help you understand what a paragraph does? How would you explain a paragraph?

Post your answers by checking the “Superman” box in the Categories menu, and then clicking on Publish.

 

The time I fell into a ditch

As a child my parents made me go to every family reunion and I hated it. But this has got to be one of the worst family reunion vacations I’ve ever went on. So I was about nine or ten and my fathers side of the family was having there reunion in South Carolina. My mother, father, cousins, siblings and I drove down there which takes about ten hours. After a long stressful ride we finally get to our hotel. My family reunion is about a week long. Everyday of the week we have different activities for us to do as a group which used to be really fun. As our trip was coming to an end we spend our last day at my great grandparents house. I was amazed on how big my family is. While all of the adults where inside the house the kids played outside around the house. People who live down south knows that when It gets dark outside it is pitch black. Us kids decided to play tag in the backyard. My cousin Celeste was “it”. As she was chasing everyone around the house, not paying attention and because it was pitch black I didn’t see the ditch. Five seconds after I was able to climb out of the mud. It was disgusting, I had mud everywhere, bugs everywhere on me and I ended up lossing a shoe. I remember I began to just cry hard to the point I had a headache. I didn’t want to be around anyone but my mother. One of my cousin ended up going to get her and she was crying drastically as any mother would when their child is hurt. This was one memory I could never forget.

This story is about when I was playing football in high school. I was debating on if I should join my high school football team at the time I really loved playing; even though I still do just not as much as before okay so first day of practice I started late everyone else been there for a week before I decided to join so everyone just looking at me like who this little kid cause at this point of time I was really short no one on the team really liked me. I didn’t really care as time went on I could still tell that no one liked me on the team; I thought of quitting the team because I didn’t get along with me teammates. I decided to stay on the team and not care who like me or not until me and one of the players got into a fight because I was going to take his starting position on the team. He really didn’t like me after that because he was like what this kid is new to the team how come he taking my spot. After the little altercation we both got suspended for two games and I didn’t want to sit out so I decided to stop playing for the team cause I didn’t feel like any of it was my fault.

Tag your it!!!

Elementary school, the last time school was really fun. It was a hot summer day, we were out in the yard for recess. We played everything, tag, asses up, kick the can, man hunt, and red light green light; also I can’t forget we played all sports, ALL. This one day we decided to play tag. Our favorite place to play, was in the ally way. For some reason the teachers didn’t monitor us there as much. The fence and the step was the base, and if you went out the yard you would be “it.” I remember holding on to the fence as the “it” chased after someone. I made a mad dash to free someone, when a foot came out of nowhere. Head down on my hand and knees, I remember wanting to find out who tripped me. As I raised me head all I heard was oooo, ahhhhs, and omg. I remember wiping my face thinking it was sweat, but my hand was the brightest red I had ever seen. One kid said your blood splashed me when you picked your head up. The whole time I’m thinking I cant be hurt I’m not in pain nor was I crying. As the teachers arrived, one  grabbed a shirt and held it to my face, and rushed me to the nurses office. As the nurse removed the shirt of my face in the bathroom that is when the pain kicked in. I started crying instantly. The nurse then handed me a phone, when I answered it was my dad; which, made me cry even more. When my dad arrived he took me to the hospital. Seventeen stiches later and a scare for life I went back in search to find the foot. Not one person seen who the foot belonged to. But I did get the t-shirt with my blood on it from when I picked up my head and sprayed everyone around.

Flash moment

When I travel to Mexico there is at least something weird or something scary that has to happen. But this last time I went, I want to say God was with us (my mother and I), saving us from things that could of occurred from being dangerous. As I was traveling with my mom, and moms boyfriend and my cousin to Puebla, a state in south-central Mexico, a beautiful place. My moms boyfriend told us to “be careful don’t let your guard down” that wasn’t scary to me; since I’m already use to someone telling me the exact words when coming to Mexico. As we walked to a block to reach a motel a group of men walk by us, making my mother and I terrified. “hey you kid, what are you staring at!”.. oh no please no not today!… my cousin was making eye contact with them from the moment they passed! My cousin is stubborn and doesn’t like people telling him what to do especially if it means to stay quiet; he’s not a fighter but he just loves to be right all the time. But when it went down to this my cousin kept a straight face we pulled him so we can walk away, we apologized as well; but my cousin was still staring and they kept coming closer, “hey kid, see if you wipe that expression of your face…oh so you want to keep it that way..” gosh!?.. no that man took out a knife..my heart raced, I looked at my mom; I didn’t want to lose anyone like this. The mans crew told him, ” don’t waste your time with them let’s go”.. The man would say, ” no, no, no, I want to show this punk to not mess with me, you see that he’s mocking me…nobody..nobody!! mocks me!!”. My mom in the background you can hear her begging for the man to not harm “us”. Thankfully one of the guys convinced the man to not harm “us” so we rushed to a motel and calmed my mother. That night, my mother and I slept on the same bed; we prayed together for our safety and for those that we care about. Two weeks later, we went to a village called Acatlán de Osorio, we spent almost three weeks there at my grandmas house without any trouble. But one day my mother and I, as well as my cousin were invited for a late dinner over at the center of the village. As we were having a blast it was already 1 AM, and we were suppose to be home an hour ago. My grandma lives on a hill, so it takes a few minutes to go up there. As we walked you can hear crickets and the fresh breeze that blows in your ears, its not pitch black because we have street lights but you are still able to see the stars; as we peacefully walk almost half the hill, from a far distance we hear glass shatter, our block was clear and clean of glass. A car turns around from the next block and drives up the hill crashing into lamppost and a electric post.We realized the man driving was drunk, as he came to our direction both my mom and I, and cousin realized this was time to run, run as far as you can!! my mom ran across the street and I still ran in the same direction that the car was chasing me with my cousin, my mom kept yelling, “KATHLEEN!! MICHAEL!! COME THIS WAY!! COME THIS WAY!!”. For some reason I couldn’t do what was asked I was in a ” fight or flight” moment , I wasn’t thinking straight either and I’m assuming my cousin as well.  While we were still running the driver almost caught up to us, but he crashed into my grandmothers electric post and the sparks flew everywhere and over my grandmas house, nearly touching my cousin and I, but her extended rooftop blocked it from happening.. It looked like a hard crash because the drunk driver couldn’t remove its car from the post, when it did it stepped on gas and ran down the hill to the next block disappearing (hit and run). My mom, my cousin and I  were gasping for air..but I was so scared I ended up crying, so did my cousin. It was the first time something like a life or death situation ever happened.