What are some important realizations and/or epiphanies that you have had about yourself, friends, family, and the world overall? How did you arrive at these realizations?
There are some interesting realizations that I've had about the world lately. Mainly based off the recent event "Judgement Day," which was a fluke just like I had figured. It just proved how people can blow things way out of proportion. I mean, one random person says it, and then somebody decides that it's stupid enough to make something big out of, and then people are in a mini frenzy. You'd think they were trying to act crazy. Mob mentality can really have a big impact on the world. The minute someone's able to master it, the world's going to be putty in their hands.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Prompt Post #7
What are the main similarities and differences between childhood and adulthood?
I think the main similarities between childhood and adulthood are that no matter how old you get, you're still learning something new every day. No one knows everything, and whether you're going to school or not, you still usually learn something, even if you don't really notice it. That's all I can really think of for similarities.
However, I can think of a lot of differences. One thing that sticks out in my mind is responsibility. Adults have way more responsibility than kids do. We think we have it hard, but adults actually have it way harder. They have to constantly think about money, living, children, all while managing their social lives. That's pretty overwhelming. Another thing that's different is expectations. Kids are expected to do about as many things as adults are, only for different things. While kids have to do good in school, adults have to do good at their job, and they're expected to pull their own weight. I think it'sinteresting to think that however different adults and kids may look differently, they share many qualities.
I think the main similarities between childhood and adulthood are that no matter how old you get, you're still learning something new every day. No one knows everything, and whether you're going to school or not, you still usually learn something, even if you don't really notice it. That's all I can really think of for similarities.
However, I can think of a lot of differences. One thing that sticks out in my mind is responsibility. Adults have way more responsibility than kids do. We think we have it hard, but adults actually have it way harder. They have to constantly think about money, living, children, all while managing their social lives. That's pretty overwhelming. Another thing that's different is expectations. Kids are expected to do about as many things as adults are, only for different things. While kids have to do good in school, adults have to do good at their job, and they're expected to pull their own weight. I think it'sinteresting to think that however different adults and kids may look differently, they share many qualities.
Reading Response for Coming of Age (Halfway Point)
For our "Coming of Age" unit, I've been reading The Giver by Lois Lowry. It's really good, I have to say. Not knowing what I was getting into, I decided to pick this book for this unit. There are many things that say a lot about coming of age in this book so far. For example, the whole idea of age and how big of a role it plays in their community. Or the idea of "Assignments." It's all very eye-opening.
In this book so far, age is a really important factor. In The Giver, age is kept until the age of twelve. Each year leading up to it, you gain new benefits and responsibilities, while you lose others. At the age of twelve, you are given your Assignment. That's basically your job until you get too old, in which case you go to the House of the Old. You stay there until you "get released." The fact that age is held in such high regard, and so strictly as well, is amazing. I'm not exactly sure if I like it or not though. There are certain aspects of it that seem rewarding, yeah, but others just seem very... restricting. The fact that you gradually gain the benefits of getting older as you go along is cool, I guess. But the added fact that things also get taken away is slightly depressing. I personally think that you should be allowed to grow out of certain things instead of being forced to. It's kind of harsh to just make a kid stop doing or using whatever they're accustomed to. And the children don't get any leeway, either. It's pretty hardcore.
Another thing that I'm not sure about is this whole "Assignment" business. I don't see why the Committee of Elders thinks it's a good idea to assign everyone a job for the majority of their lives. Let them pick their own occupation. At this point, kids who have just turned twelve are assigned their job that they will then train for so they can eventually do it until they turn old and frail. Everyone in the community is chosen for a specific thing that they will do based on how they act from ages 1 through 11. And even though most children are pleased with what they are chosen to do, I still think it's unreasonable to choose someone's job for them. What if that kid didn't like his "Assignment"? Just the name irritates me to an extent. Assignment. Like it's something they have to do for classwork to make the teacher happy.
Alright, so a lot of things have come up so far in this book. And I can say that age plays an enourmous role in this book. Why is the Committee of Elders in charge? Does age play that big of a role? Everything that happens in this book is determined by how ol you are. The responsibilities, the benefits, the drawbacks, everything. Change is good. However, there's no room for change when it's the same people in control all the time.
Variety is the spice of life.
So in conclusion, so far the book relies heavily on age. I like the book, but it's very eye-opening, as I said before. Lois Lowry is truly an amazing author. She's extremely descriptive, and gives the feel that you're actually apart of the alternate universe she writes about. Kudos to her for writing such an amazing story. I haven't finished the book yet, but I'm looking forward to what's going to come next. I haven't been this interested in a book in a very long time. Thank you Lois, for making reading fun again.
In this book so far, age is a really important factor. In The Giver, age is kept until the age of twelve. Each year leading up to it, you gain new benefits and responsibilities, while you lose others. At the age of twelve, you are given your Assignment. That's basically your job until you get too old, in which case you go to the House of the Old. You stay there until you "get released." The fact that age is held in such high regard, and so strictly as well, is amazing. I'm not exactly sure if I like it or not though. There are certain aspects of it that seem rewarding, yeah, but others just seem very... restricting. The fact that you gradually gain the benefits of getting older as you go along is cool, I guess. But the added fact that things also get taken away is slightly depressing. I personally think that you should be allowed to grow out of certain things instead of being forced to. It's kind of harsh to just make a kid stop doing or using whatever they're accustomed to. And the children don't get any leeway, either. It's pretty hardcore.
Another thing that I'm not sure about is this whole "Assignment" business. I don't see why the Committee of Elders thinks it's a good idea to assign everyone a job for the majority of their lives. Let them pick their own occupation. At this point, kids who have just turned twelve are assigned their job that they will then train for so they can eventually do it until they turn old and frail. Everyone in the community is chosen for a specific thing that they will do based on how they act from ages 1 through 11. And even though most children are pleased with what they are chosen to do, I still think it's unreasonable to choose someone's job for them. What if that kid didn't like his "Assignment"? Just the name irritates me to an extent. Assignment. Like it's something they have to do for classwork to make the teacher happy.
Alright, so a lot of things have come up so far in this book. And I can say that age plays an enourmous role in this book. Why is the Committee of Elders in charge? Does age play that big of a role? Everything that happens in this book is determined by how ol you are. The responsibilities, the benefits, the drawbacks, everything. Change is good. However, there's no room for change when it's the same people in control all the time.
Variety is the spice of life.
So in conclusion, so far the book relies heavily on age. I like the book, but it's very eye-opening, as I said before. Lois Lowry is truly an amazing author. She's extremely descriptive, and gives the feel that you're actually apart of the alternate universe she writes about. Kudos to her for writing such an amazing story. I haven't finished the book yet, but I'm looking forward to what's going to come next. I haven't been this interested in a book in a very long time. Thank you Lois, for making reading fun again.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
The Secrets Behind My Wardrobe (My ArtiFACTS)
As you all are are probably fully aware, I take numerous amounts of pride in my wardrobe. Whether it be through my self-proclaiming t-shirts or my school renowned Jimi Hendrix hoodie that's on the virge of death, I flaunt my clothing where ever I go. I find clothing to be a simple and subtle representation of who you are and how you wear your personality, pun fully intended. For me, that consists of shirts that scream to the world just how amazing I am to myself, and how I'd like to be known to everyone around me. I'm also widely known around the school for my color-wheel smiley-face trifecta t-shirt. That is my all time favorite t-shirt. I love the simplicity of just 7 or so colors just smiling at you. I honestly wear that shirt whenever I want good luck. It always makes me feel good.
Now, as for the Hendrix Hoodie. I'll give you the history of me and that thing. I originally got it as a gift from my mom, a birthday present I think.
I hated it.
You'll never believe that looking at me now, but it's true. I thought it looked stupid and tacky, and not something I would want to be seen in public with. I tried to stuff it deep into my closet just so that we could all forget about it and move on. But my mom would have none of that. With no sweater to wear and the colder days of fall fast approaching, my mother literally forced the thing onto me. I was so scared to even get within a block radius of 51 with it on. So I walked into the school praying nobody would notice me. Which was an impossible dream, being a 5"7 7th grader with a huge a$$ afro. The first comment I get is from Celina Santin, probably the loudest girl in our class at the time. She sees my sweater and goes, "Woah, where'd you get that?" I responded with "Target", which is apparently a bad thing to say, seeing as the last time I told Alberta I bought a shirt from Walmart she laughed, so. But anyway, the sweater actually went over great. I was surprised to say the least. When my mom got home from work, she asked how the sweater went over at school. Not wanting to give my mom the satisfaction of being right, I shrugged. I had become in love with it. Inseperable, I went all of 7th grade wearing it in school. Over time though, it's become apparent that I need a new sweater. The sleeves are a victim of the wear and tear of playing football on a daily basis, the string actually got ripped from the hood earlier this year, and the other day my mom said it smelled terrible.
So, quick recap, shirts are fun, and the hoodie is on its deathbed. I get friends asking me, "Why do you have all these 'awesome' shirts?" Why do you think I have those "awesome" shirts? Because I'm awesome. You'd think it'd be self-explanatory. I don't see why people think that shirts are only supposed to be some design. I'd rather have a shirt that calls me something pleasant than some random pattern. It's so much more exciting than stripes across my shirt.
Uniqueness. Pass it on.
Now, as for the Hendrix Hoodie. I'll give you the history of me and that thing. I originally got it as a gift from my mom, a birthday present I think.
I hated it.
You'll never believe that looking at me now, but it's true. I thought it looked stupid and tacky, and not something I would want to be seen in public with. I tried to stuff it deep into my closet just so that we could all forget about it and move on. But my mom would have none of that. With no sweater to wear and the colder days of fall fast approaching, my mother literally forced the thing onto me. I was so scared to even get within a block radius of 51 with it on. So I walked into the school praying nobody would notice me. Which was an impossible dream, being a 5"7 7th grader with a huge a$$ afro. The first comment I get is from Celina Santin, probably the loudest girl in our class at the time. She sees my sweater and goes, "Woah, where'd you get that?" I responded with "Target", which is apparently a bad thing to say, seeing as the last time I told Alberta I bought a shirt from Walmart she laughed, so. But anyway, the sweater actually went over great. I was surprised to say the least. When my mom got home from work, she asked how the sweater went over at school. Not wanting to give my mom the satisfaction of being right, I shrugged. I had become in love with it. Inseperable, I went all of 7th grade wearing it in school. Over time though, it's become apparent that I need a new sweater. The sleeves are a victim of the wear and tear of playing football on a daily basis, the string actually got ripped from the hood earlier this year, and the other day my mom said it smelled terrible.
So, quick recap, shirts are fun, and the hoodie is on its deathbed. I get friends asking me, "Why do you have all these 'awesome' shirts?" Why do you think I have those "awesome" shirts? Because I'm awesome. You'd think it'd be self-explanatory. I don't see why people think that shirts are only supposed to be some design. I'd rather have a shirt that calls me something pleasant than some random pattern. It's so much more exciting than stripes across my shirt.
Uniqueness. Pass it on.
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