Britney L. – HallSpring19

When Paintings meet Poetry

A Café’s Night Life

Presents:

Dr. Halls Poetry Readings

About Us:

Come join us as we listen to local poets as they paint Van Gogh’s works through the spoken word. Share your ability to demonstrate the emotions one feels when seeing these paintings. Each poem will have a different emotion, tone, feeling, and theme, based upon the painting they are referring. This should be a fun way to bring art into a new light of life. Remember art can be seen, felt and heard in many ways we just need to stop and learn to appreciate them.

Works Cited

“Vincent Van Gogh Quotes.” BrainyQuote, Xplore, www.brainyquote.com/quotes/vincent_van_gogh_386375.

Autumn Landscapes

Autumn the season brings falling leaves, shorter days and long frigid nights.
Umbrellas open prompted by rainy dreary times.
Transitions of spiritual movements and thankfulness traditionally given on these days
Migrations of many birds and humans alike, to faraway places, craving the long lost warmth
Unique traditions, a lot in family kitchens creating food and loving memories
Nurturing families coming together as one
Leaves are falling, creating showers of beautiful orange and yellow hues
Apple cider and pies with cinnamon can be scented through the crisp air
Nature is so beautiful in November, showing the subtlety of the changes that we feel inside
Decorations plentiful, scarecrows are out, and cornucopia is being made
Scarecrows are out frightening birds and playing which children
Chestnuts are roasting, corn mazes are beginning, and autumn fun is in the air
Autumnal equinox is brewing, Mabon is here!!
Pumpkin pies being baked with as much love as we can take,
grandma’s laughter is flowing in with the kitchen chatter.
Enjoy this time, because it won’t last. remember autumn goes by very fast.

Vase with Five sunflowers

“There are five flowers visible.
Why are the flowers in different stages?
Can is be life changes?
One flower has not bloomed.
May this be the start of childhood?
Innocence of what may come.
Now there is bright pedals.
Blind of the darkness in this world.
Learning from those before it.
Feeling the weight of aging,
And now the pedals are slowly diminishing.
Not yet to be retired.
The ovule has now fallen.
The water has been digested by others.
Is it time to go?
The flower has completely withered.
The sunflower has lived a full life.
Goodbye to those around me.”

Vincent Van Gogh

Tonight, we are doing a special appreciation for the artist Vincent Van Gough.

The Pink Peach Tree

An open field
As far as the eyes can see.
Grassy greens
And clouds of fluff.
Chirping birds,
Floating butterflies,
What more calming place can be asked for?
What else can be seen?
The wind whispering,
Branches conversating,
If you listen hard
You can hear what they are saying.
The sky is clear
The sun is near
With the day still strong
This peach tree is dear.
Petals are swaying
Leaves are dancing
The roots are entwined
And the grass is twisting.
The Pink Peachtree is the center
She is the beauty
She is being outlined
She is the song of this nature

Terrace at Night

Stars are shinning, chitter chatter of soft, spoken words,
Generating a feeling of togetherness while still being alone.
A barmaid pacing isles
Of white tables aligned
Bearing food and drinks of all kinds.
Yellow light is seen creating happy atmospheres
Creating life within colors
Making this a world of its own.
The outside world can seem so
Dark and dreary making you feel weary.
Cold and unloving in a late-night light.
People laughing, plates crashing
I wonder if they know,
That he draws them in these shadows?
A cold breeze blows
Pine needles fall, yet,
No one bats an eye.
It must be nice
To sit and eat under such a light
Of a Terrace at Night.

“…and then, I have nature, art, and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?” (brainy quote)

At Eternitys Gate

In screams of pain
“No,”
This cannot be it.
This will not be the end.
There must be more than just this.
Rage,
The fiery anger building.
“NO!”
The raging denial oozing through every pore.
Choking on the air that is escaping
Gasping,
The tears swelling
Eyes becoming bloodied in shade.
“Anything…”
“Please, I will give anything…”
The sobbing continues.
Hands reaching out.
The feeling of ice.
“Please don’t…”
Sniffling can be heard down the halls.
The breathing seizes.
The air becomes still.
A man sits there,
Hands covering his face.
She is gone.
She has made it to Eternity’s Gate.

“Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not as easy as looking at it.” Vincent Van Gogh

The Starry Night

Lying in my bed with no sounds but the concepts in my head
Nestling deeper, I crave for sleep to come to take me
In the distance, I hear the church bells chime “one, two, three…”
I peep at the white steeple and count along until it hits eleven.
Beyond the church I see the clouds swirling nonchalantly amongst themselves,
Creating an illusion of tides crashing amongst the mountainside that extends quite beyond reach.
From behind them, I see eleven stars that are glowing so bright.
Almost as if in competition with the Cheshire moon.
“You won’t win, for she shines the brightest even in the darkest nights.”
The Cypress tree sways in a sign of agreement with me
Down below in the cookie cutter houses that sit neatly in rows
I see a flicker of light shining from a single dwelling,
‘It’s like a beacon of hope fighting to shine through the darkness.’
And then it goes out almost as if to prove my point.
I hear footsteps nearing my bed and strain against the restraints on my wrists attempting to glimpse the town one last time.
“Here’s another dose of your medication dear”
A nurse in white hands me a cup,
Finally, sleep is going to take me on this starry night.

Revision two comment summary

From the comments you gave me, I feel I need to practice my organizational skills in my papers better. by trying to find different ways of setting up how I put together my information so I can execute writing better. I see that I need to work on my wording a bit better as well, so as to not confuse my audience when trying to show the “so what”. The purpose of this was to let the readers know that many people suffer in a number of ways and that even in the pain there can be turned in to beauty. I will be using your comments as a way to try to better my studying skills and how to properly write a paper in a more organized manner.

Questions.
1.) I was confused when you said I didn’t reference Van Gogh going into the asylum, did you mean that I should have put it somewhere else?
2.) Was the layout of my paper what was confusing or was it something else because I seem to be doing this in every paper.

Rough draft

Vase with five flowers

There are five flowers visible.
Why are the flowers in different stages?
Can it be life changes?
One flower has not bloomed.
May this be the start of childhood?
Innocence of what may come.
Now there is bright pedals.
Blind of the darkness in this world.
Learning from those before it.
Feeling the weight of aging,
And now the pedals are slowly diminishing.
Not yet to be retired.
The ovule has now fallen.
The water has been digested by others.
Is it time to go?
The flower has completely withered.
The sunflower has lived a full life.
Goodbye to those around me.

aurumn landscape

Autumn the season brings falling leaves, shorter days and long colder nights.
Umbrellas opening, caused by rainy dreary days
Transitions of spiritual movements and thankfulness traditional given on these days
Migrations of many birds and humans alike, to far away places craving long lost warmth
Unique traditions, a lot in family kitchens creating food and loving memories
Nurturing

Leaves are falling, creating showers of beautiful orange and yellow hues
Apple cider and pies with cinnamon can be smelled through the crisp air
Nature is so beautiful in November, showing the changes subtlety that we feel inside
Decorations galore, scarecrows are out and cornucopia are being made
Scarecrows are out scaring birds and playing which children
Chestnuts are roasting, corn maizes are opening and autumn fun is in the air
Autumnal equinox is brewing, Mabon is here !!
Pumpkin pies being baked with as much love as we can take, grandmas laughter is flowing in the kitchen chatter
Enjoy this time, because it won’t last. Trembler autumn goes by very fast.

terrace at night

Stars are shining,
the chitter chatter of soft spoken words can be heard.
Creating a feeling of togetherness while still being alone.

A barmaid seen pacing the isles
Of white tables aligned
Bearing food and drinks of all kinds

Yellow light is seen creating happy atmospheres
Creating life through colors
Making this a world of its own

The outside world can seem so,
Dark and dreary making you feel weary.
Cold and unloving in a late night light.

People laughing , plates crashing
I wonder if they know,
That he draws them in those shadows?

A cold breeze blows
Pine needles fall, yet,
Not one bats an eye.

It must be nice
To sit and eat under such a light
Of a terrace at night .

Proposal

The proposal I have is revising the Vincent Van Gogh essay “The starry night and its tortured soul”. I will be doing six of his paintings and giving them a 100 word poem each. I will be trying to reach the audience of adults in a night cafe for poetry readings where I can be sponsored in the brochure as a poetry reader expressing the emotions I feel when I see these paintings. The paintings I have chosen are The Starry Night, At Eternity’s Gate, Autumn’s Landscape with Four Trees, The Pink Peach Tree, Cafe Terrace at Night, and Vase with Five Sunflowers. Each poem will have a different emotion, tone, feeling, and theme, based upon the painting they are referring. Viewing the paintings through another form of art being poetry is something I have always wanted to combine. I feel as though it will be bringing the art to a new light of life.

A Starry Night and its Tortured Soul

Britney Lilly
Dr. Hall
1101
4.13.19
Scholastic Art Magazine

A Starry Night and its Tortured Soul

The Starry Night , Vincent van Gogh 1889

Vincent van Gogh wasn’t just the man who decided to chop his left ear off because he wanted to give it to someone he loved (or so they say). Vincent van Gogh was a man of many faces, all of which turned into a life of unexpected twists, turns, and emotional turmoil.
Though Vincent van Gogh was thought of as a tortured soul, the life he lived and the roles he played created the artist we revere today. Just like many of people nowadays, Vincent van Gogh clearly struggled with mental disabilities along with some physical ones throughout his life. He has been commonly believed to eat his yellow paint in the hopes that its color would brighten his demeanor. Though in reality while he did eat his paints it was found by Dr. Peyron to have been in attempts of suicide through poisoning “The medical notes of Dr Peyron, Vincent’s physician, revealed that Vincent wanted to poison himself by eating paint and drinking turpentine. That’s probably why he wasn’t allowed into his studio while he was suffering from his attacks”(VanGoghmuseum).Vincent van Gogh also had the habit of consuming absinthe while falling into a fit of emotions that lasted for the remainder of his life.
He later admitted himself to an asylum after one of his fits caused him to chase his roommate painter Paul Gauguin around with a razor in hand. That evening ended in the severing of Vincent van Gogh’s left ear (which he handed to the brothel owner in which he frequented) though no one really knows if it was by him or Gauguins’. When Vincent van Gogh arrived back home, this is when he shot himself in the stomach in a wheat field where later his brother Theo had found him bleeding. Vincent van Gogh died a few days later from internal damage and inability to remove the bullet, and his brother Theo followed after six months, leaving many to think Theo unable to live his life without his brother when in fact he really died from syphilis.
In his death, Van Goghs’ fame rose quickly, causing many doctors to attempt in diagnosing this plagued artist. He is commonly thought to have suffered from psychosis, bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, epilepsy, borderline personality disorder, severe depression, and paralyzing anxiety. No matter what they tried to diagnose him with, Van Gogh was a man with much sorrow, who tried to work through his pain with his paintbrushes. And because of this he created beautiful and emotionally driven paintings that can be seen and felt throughout the art world.
It was 1889 when Vincent Van Gogh admitted himself into Saint-Rémy asylum after having a nervous breakdown, there he found he could “paint en plein air” (French for outdoors), it is here that he pained one of his most famous masterpieces. The scene of “The Starry Night” came entirely from Van Gogh’s imagination, none of the scenery actually matches the area that surrounds Saint-Paul or the view seen from his window. As a man who religiously paints what he sees, it’s a remarkable break from Van Gogh’s normal work.
Really look at his brush strokes. From the sky and how they swirl, to each dab of color moving with the clouds around the stars and the moon. The cypress tree that bends with each curve of the branches. The whole effect is graceful and dreamlike it’s like each stroke is creating a dance only his mind understands. The hills lazily spiral down into the village below. In a striking difference, the town is painted with rigid lines that break up the fluid like the flow of the brush strokes. There are fewer trees through out that soften the harshness of the town merging nature into the roughness of buildings. The contrast in styles plays on the dreams versus reality or natural and unnatural. Nature could even be attributed to the divine in this work. While in the asylum Vincent van Gogh wrote to his brother, “I feel a tremendous need for religion, so I go outside at night to paint that stars.” (Theartpostblog). In his search for self discovery and healing, he found that the sky, the nature, the starry nights satisfied his desire for infinity. (Theartpostblog).
It reminded me when I placed myself into an institution, like Vincent van Gogh I placed myself in willingly after a mental breakdown. There I met a nurse who would paint replications of many famous artists’ paintings, with Vincent van Gogh painting being one of them. This was where I found my love for his artwork. Watching her as she would paint with practiced strokes and concentrated face of what she saw Vincent van Goghs’ painting to be through her mind’s interpretation. That along with the telling of his life’s tale I soon saw how I could relate to such a beautifully broken mind. Through my own turmoil just as he had his, he inspired me. I believe everything can be beautiful if you just try to see it through another’s eyes.
Many people have seen a picture of “The Starry Night” either in a museum or on the internet and felt the power of his brush strokes created in their soul. I myself have gotten lost in this painting many times. The connection that is felt inside myself when I view “The Starry Night” is indescribable, I become at ease. It is as though the world around me has melted away where the colors start becoming one. In my personal episodes of depression, anxiety, mental breakdowns, this painting has brought me to places of solace. The calming blues, swirling whites mixed with yellow, the speckles of stars, and the sleepy town below is a place I wish I could be. A constant place of steadiness created from a mind that was in wild disarray .
Life is moving so quickly that people forget to stop and appreciate the small things yet people always seem to ask, but why? Why should I care? For me people like that have a tendency to close themselves off when a new world is offered to them. It’s as if those types of people are afraid to step out of the confinement of their personal bubble. “The Starry Night” shows that even in the darkness there’s an underlying beauty in the things that are around us if we know how to look. Everything that is created is made with emotion and care. You don’t have to necessarily like something to understand the emotion behind it. That is what art is, the emotion that brought that image, sound or story to life.
When people have their mindset in the place of pain and misery, there is not much that we can do for that person in terms of reliving their sorrow. When dealing with manic depression, if it is not handled properly, what that person has been through to that point is normal to them, even though their judgment is seen as askew. If someone is going to commit suicide such as Vincent van Gogh, then they have readily convinced themselves that they are no longer needed in this world. Letting go is the easy part, it’s finding subnational reason to hold on that is hard.

Works Cited
o www.vangoghmuseum.nl/en/125-questions/questions-and-answers/question-63-of-125?fbclid=IwAR2oZa0GI0vXi0T3BtyocuqvgZ9bDKHFYQyLCRxlm_MvV4VHQziDK6slPUk&v=1.
o “The Starry Night by Van Gogh: What It Represents.” The Art Post Blog | Art and Artists Italian Blog, 14 Mar. 2019, www.theartpostblog.com/en/the-starry-night-by-van-gogh-what-it-represents/.

Quote unit 3

There are many different stories about just how Vincent Van Gogh went insane and cut his ear off in the process. A lot of them seem to put Van Gogh to be the one blame because he either had a mental breakdown and chased a friend or he was doing it as proof of his love for someone. While researching online I came apron an article “Starry Night: Meaning of the Vincent Van Gogh Landscape Painting” speaking of his famous art work The Starry Night, the article touched very lightly on the topic , but I found it interesting because it states how famous that particular story is. The author states “The story of Van Gogh cutting off his ear after a fight with his friend, the French artist Paul Gauguin, is one of the most popular anecdotes in art history, and supposedly occurred in winter 1888, the year before the painting of Starry Night and not long before Van Gogh’s death in 1890.”(K Shabi). As true as that statement is I believe that it’s silly to claim that the fight story is how Van Gogh cut his ear off, instead I think they should have elaborated on the many different ways it supposedly happened. A couple different stories are that Paul and Van Gogh who were known to be roommates were fencing one day and in a freak accident Paul accidentally cut of Vincent’s ear “lobe”they concoct the story that Vincent did it to himself to save Paul the humiliation of an arrest. In another move known story, Vincent falls in to one of his manic attacks and goes after Paul with a razor blade, Paul escapes and somewhere along the lines Van Gogh cuts his whole ear off and leaves to hand it to the owner of the brothel that he frequents . As interesting as K Shabi’ quote I think it lacks important information of such a famous event, with so many different speculative stories I think they could have expanded fleshed out and taught the readers about just how unstable Vincent was by the stories.

https://legomenon.com/starry-night-meaning-of-vincent-van-gogh-painting.html

A Starry Night and its tortured soul

Britney Lilly
Dr. Hall
1101
4.13.19

Vincent van Gogh wasn’t just the man who decided to chop his left ear off because he wanted to give it to his love. Vincent Van Gogh was a man of many faces, all of which turned into a life of unexpected twists, turns, and emotional turmoil. Though Vincent Van Gogh was thought of as a tortured soul, the life he lived and the roles he played created the artist we revere today. Just like many of people nowadays, Vincent van Gogh clearly struggled with mental disabilities along with some physical ones throughout his life. He has been commonly believed to eat his yellow paint in the hopes that its color would brighten his demeanor. Though in reality while he did eat his paints it was found by Dr. Peyron to have been attempts of suicide through poisoning “The medical notes of Dr Peyron, Vincent’s physician, reveal that Vincent wanted to poison himself by eating paint and drinking turpentine. That’s probably why he wasn’t allowed into his studio while he was suffering from his attacks”(VanGoghmuseum) .Vincent van Gogh also had the habit of consuming absinthe while falling into a fit of emotions that lasted for the remainder of his life. He later admitted himself to an asylum after one of his fits caused him to chase his roommate painter Paul Gauguin around with a razor in hand. That evening ended in the severing of Vincent Van Gogh’s left ear (which he handed to the brothel owner in which he frequented) though no one really knows if it was by him or Gauguins’. When Vincent Van Gogh arrived back home, this is when he shot himself in the stomach in a wheat field where later his brother Theo had found him bleeding. Vincent Van Gogh died a few days later from internal damage, and his brother Theo followed after six months, leaving many to think Theo unable to live his life without his brother. In his death, Van Goghs’ fame rose quickly, causing many doctors to attempt in diagnosing this plagued artist. He is commonly thought to have suffered from psychosis, bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, epilepsy, borderline personality disorder, severe depression, and paralyzing anxiety. No matter what they tried to diagnose him with, Van Gogh was a man with much sorrow, who tried to work through his pain with his paintbrushes. And because of this he created beautiful and emotionally driven paintings that can be seen and felt throughout the art world. When Vincent Van Gogh admitted himself into the asylum in Saint-Rémy. It was 1889 and he was placed himself there after a nervous breakdown, but there he found he could “paint en plein air” (French for outdoors), it is here that he pained many of his masterpieces. The scene of A Starry Night was the view he had from his window trough his mind’s eye. While in the asylum Vincent Van Gogh wrote to his brother “I feel a tremendous need for religion, so I go outside at night to paint that stars.” (Theartpostblog). In his search for self discovery and healing, he found that the sky, the nature, the starry nights satisfied his desire for infinity. (Theartpostblog). I recall when I was hospitalized, like Vincent Van Gogh I placed myself in willingly after a mental breakdown. It was there I met a nurse who would paint replications of certain artists’ paintings, with Vincent Van Gogh is being on of them. There was where I found my love for his artwork. Watching her as she painted with practice strokes and concentrated face what she saw Vincent Van Goghs’ painting to be through her mind’s interpretation . That along with the telling of his life’s tale I soon saw how I could relate to such a beautifully broken mind. Through my own turmoil just as he had his, he inspired me. I believe everything can be beautiful if you just try to see it through another’s eyes. Many people have seen a picture of A Starry Night either in a museum or on the internet and felt the power his brush strokes create in their soul. I myself have gotten lost in this painting many times. The connection that is felt inside myself when I view A Starry Night I become at ease. It is as though the world around me has melted away where the colors start becoming one. In my personal episodes of depression, anxiety, mental breakdowns, this painting has brought me to places of solace. The calming blues, swirling whites mixed with yellow, the speckles of stars, and the sleepy town below is a place I wish I could be. A constant place of steadiness created from a mind that was in constant Disarray . People always seem to ask, but why? Why should I care? For me people like that, have a tendency to close themselves off when a new world is offered to them. Those types of people are afraid to step out of the confinement’s of their personal bubble. Everything that is created and made are made with emotion and care. You don’t have to necessarily like something to understand the emotion behind it. That is what art is, the emotion that brought that image, sound or story to life. When people have their mind set or their mind is already in a place of pain and misery, there is not much we can do for that person in terms of reliving their sorrow. When dealing with manic depression, if it is not handled properly, what that person has been at that point is an alley them, even though their judgment is seen as askew. If someone is going to commit suicide such as Vincent Van Gogh, then they have readily convinced themselves that they are no longer needed in this world. Letting go is the easy part, it’s finding subnational reason to hold on that is hard.

Works Cited
-Popova, Maria. “Gauguin’s Stirring First-Hand Account of What Actually Happened the Night Van Gogh Cut off His Own Ear.” Brain Pickings, 27 Aug. 2017, www.brainpickings.org/2017/08/23/gauguin-van-gogh-ear/.
– “#63/125 Did Van Gogh Eat Yellow Paint Thinking That It Would Raise His Spirits?” Van Gogh Museum, www.vangoghmuseum.nl/en/125-questions/questions-and-answers/question-63-of-125?fbclid=IwAR2oZa0GI0vXi0T3BtyocuqvgZ9bDKHFYQyLCRxlm_MvV4VHQziDK6slPUk&v=1.
– “The Starry Night by Van Gogh: What It Represents.” The Art Post Blog | Art and Artists Italian Blog, 14 Mar. 2019, www.theartpostblog.com/en/the-starry-night-by-van-gogh-what-it-represents/.

Response to “Sonny’s Blues”

While reading “Sonny’s blues” by James Baldwin, I found that I related to the speaker, a lot, mainly in the beginning when he reads about his brother being on drug as well as picked up in a raid. When he sees “ that kid he hated” who use to hang out with Sonny and chose to begin speaking to him about Sonny’s drug problems it hit close to home. Reading“ What’s going to happen to him now? I asked again. They’ll send him away someplace and they’ll try to cure him he shook his head. Maybe he’ll even think he’s kicked the habit, then they’ll let him loose… that’s all.” (21) You realize that it’s a process that is spoken about so nonchalantly by this guy to Sonny’s brother, a process that it seems like he’s been through himself before he didn’t seem to trust in the process of either “ listen to let him out and then it’ll just start all over again that’s what I mean” (21). He is saying it in a way that has a lot of finality to it once to her when addict always heroin addict. It just shows the harsh reality that is drugs in the control that they can have over a person, no matter how brilliant their mind is or how much they love something in particular like Sonny when I came to his music. Even though it had such a sad start did have a very nice ending, especially when he goes to the nightclub with Sunny , he gets to see Sonny’s world with music and how it wasn’t a bad thing to start with.

Is the pressure of perfection attributing to school suicide?

Britney Lilly
Dr. Hall
1101
New York, Times- Parenting section

I recall walking down the steps at 72nd St and Central Park West train station thinking that the best thing for me to do would be to jump jump before the oncoming train. I remember how difficult it was for me to control myself as I called my father. I had kept repeating to myself that I didn’t want to be that person who caused train delays; I wanted to kill myself in an unselfish way. By the time my father answered I was in a panic, I had begged him to pick me up because I knew I wanted to
end my life. By the end of that day, I put myself in a mental institution for two weeks and only to return to my bedroom windows on the 14th floor all barred up, privacy taken away, family therapy, and being watched closer the ever before. The sad thing is this wasn’t the first time that I’ve tried this stunt, I had tried three times prior in all different, however ways but I am proud to say this was my last attempt.
As a young adult, I had a lot of stress going on between school, good grades’, a social life, and family life. With the inadequate feelings as though I’m never going to succeed, even though like most, I had a lot of help from those around me. The stress was slowly festering in my head creating huge pockets of doubts in my mind of whether someone like me is worthy of being alive. We are living in a state where suicide is an epidemic. A large contributor to that is school induced suicides. The suicide
rate among young adults, ranging from ages 15-24, has tripled since the 1950s and is currently the second most common cause of death among college students.
After suicide, traffic accidents are the next leading cause of death amongst college students. For many of young adults, it is their first time living away from home, country, support, and comfort that the young adults were accustomed to and what they received from friends and family. The life change can create a culture shock for some students, especially those who don’t make friends easily or who have difficulty meeting the demands of challenging college courses and the stress of living alone.
Students
working under intense grueling schedules and expectations can cause disrupted sleep, lack of eating, and a poor exercise pattern that couple with depression, anxiety, social disorders, and/or learning disorder which creates a stressful situation. Feelings of self deprivation, loss of motive and self worthlessness, is slowly worming its way into the young adults psyche creating a tunnel visioned view to the world.
Many students see this as a no way out situation. To them, grades are everything. With their hopes for a new career and good financial standings later in life, you could hardly design a more stressful atmosphere when depression or other mental health issues enter the picture. Here in 2019, it is about time for this epidemic to be taken care of by the people making a caring society. It is time to see if it is possible for a more hands-on or relaxed approach to education where the mental stability
is taken care of. While reading John Taylor Gatto article “Against school” I came on the conclusion that the American schooling system is a failure to building up a student self-esteem. The educational system falsely creates a reliant atmosphere while using a system that categorizes students from grades, which ultimately can cause students to divide amongst themselves based on the standings of the social ladder. From what I had seen then, the public-school system had helped
inadvertently influence children into believing that they were incapable of many successes. Even though the students wanted and worked for their education, students weren’t seen as smart enough to keep up with what is being taught. “Students want to be motivated encouraged to have the qualities to succeed in life they don’t want to feel like they are being force to learn material that society thinks they have to.”(Gatto 5).
Being able to compare high school to College has been a real an eye-opener because even though students aren’t being spoken down to or ignored when learning, they are being left, there on their own devices when it comes to handling such a large change in life. Almost every, college and university has a campus counseling center which students can go to or be referred to if faculty or friends believe they are heading towards a downward spiral both academically and/or emotionally. Though
sometimes, for more severe ongoing services, students can be referred to outside sources such as therapists. The number one cause of suicide for college student suicides (and all suicides) is untreated depression. Going to college can be difficult where many young adults feel lost, lonely, confused, anxious, inadequate, and stressed. These problems may lead to a more pressing matter of a mental illness or chemical imbalance. And again, untreated depression is the number one cause for suicide.
School should not be a system used to categorize people based on what they claim is intelligence. It has too much of a focus on a stressful academic life than helping nurture and guide young adults in creating a stable lifestyle both mentally, physically, emotionally, and knowledgeably. We as a community need to figure out a way that we can incorporate mental health awareness into our education systems. There needs to be a check in period where those in a higher position, or family member
can stop in and check with the students letting them know that they are always available to help when needed. Asking open-ended questions or listen carefully to their tone as well as the words of the responding texts. Skyping (forms of video calling) or just a simple phone call. Make sure to avoid judgments, criticisms, and threats. Any of these can push the student into an inescapable corner. You might even be able to share the struggles you had as a student.
Works Cited
Wolverton, Brad. “As Students Struggle With Stress and Depression, Colleges Act as Counselors.” The New York Times, The New York Times, 21 Feb. 2019, www.nytimes.com/2019/02/21/education/learning/mental-health-counseling-on-campus.html.
Gatto, John Taylor “Against School

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Spsecond leading cause of death, before car accidents

Mentor paper

The mentor text that I chose to use for my first revision is called “A students struggle with depression, college is act as counselors.”. Written by Brad Wolverton of the New York Times. I selected this article for various reasons, first being it hits an incredibly sensitive but truthful topic for me, as well as I found that it was overall written very well. Wolverton’s organization throughout was relatively easy to follow along with, he wasn’t wordy and easily kept to a specific person or topic with ease. Wolverton’s straight to the point through the writing process represents a style that I would enjoy to imitate. This article was composed of college students and the stress they endure daily plus how universities are trying to adapt to the increasing need for help. Wolverton writes in a way that an audience of any age and area in life generated and still get something out of it. I believe that both Wolverton and Ghattos articles can help support my opinion that schools can do a youthful person’s mind more harm nowadays than good. Wolverton’s article discusses how schooling primarily college can affect an individual in many negative ways also how universities are trying to utilize counselors to support students and teach them to maintain their emotions. Wolverton introduces his article off with an example of a student who emailed his teacher stating that he needed a break because he was experiencing a mental breakdown, I feel using this first is a great draw into an article while offering you just a great idea of how it’s going to go. I genuinely would like my article to mimic some of these points and that leaves the reader why confused then they started.

Author: Britney L.

When Paintings meet Poetry

A Café’s Night Life

Revision two comment summary

Rough draft

Proposal

A Starry Night and its Tortured Soul

Quote unit 3

A Starry Night and its tortured soul

Response to “Sonny’s Blues”

Is the pressure of perfection attributing to school suicide?

Mentor paper

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