The Semester So Far

I think the semester so far has gone really well. I feel like my writing could be a bit stronger, I wasnt proud to turn my last paper in but hopefully this next one goes a little better. I like the discussions we have over the short stories. It is intresting to hear what other people see in the story that maybe you dont. I also like the grammer lessons on Fridays. I like that a whole lot better than sentance level corrections. I wish when we were editing papers, like peer reveiw, that we each read and corrected little things too. Thanks for being so understanding about mid terms and such. Having flexible teachers makes everything easier.

The Last Question

I think point of veiw and setting in The Last Question are very importent. As the narrator switches from situation to situation the setting changes. The point of veiw is third person because the narrator isnt a part of the story. This is importent because the narrator can explain somethings about the world which the characters live and we also get to see a few of their inward emotions. The setting changes are also very interesting because they show the progression towards the end of the story and away from Earth and how we live. The changes in how the characters live is interesting and can be considered setting too. At the end of the story their bodies are just a place, not part of them.

Defining the Relationship

The thing that we learn from comparing The Birthmark and Bartleby the Scrivener is that perfection can never be achieved. Also we learn that depression has a serious effect on a person

An Unjust Judgement: A Response to a Racial Discussion From a Blonde, Blue-Eyed, White Skinned, Midwestern Girl

I understand that I have been raised with a different cultural education than many people who come from the area I was born and raised in. I was raised in a multicultural family, and in this family I learned a few different things. Regionalism: to judge people by which region of the world, or country they come from. Ethnocentrism: to judge others of a different culture with the values of your culture. I know I am not a minority, I know I live a comfertable life in a very "sheltered" place in a community that isn't very diverse.

There are also a few other things I know:

I know what its like to go to a place where I am the only white person that anyone has ever seen in person. I know what it is like to be made fun of for the color of my skin. I know what its like to be harassed for the color of my eyes. I know what its like to be touched inappropriately because of the color of my hair. I know what its like to feel rocks against my skin, thrown  hard enough to bring up bruises. I know what its like to be followed by those who only want to see me cry. I know what its like not to be allowed to go somewhere or do something because of the color of my skin. I know what its like to be afraid to walk down the street by myself. I know what is like to need an escort to go buy juice. I know what its like to have a family who hates me because of the color of my skin. I know what its like to be afraid of being beheaded to make a point. I know what its like to have a family member kidnapped for 2 years because of who we are. I know what is like to be afraid to go out after dark. I know what its like to wonder if my mother will come home in one piece. I know what its like to wonder if my pre school age sister will get stolen from me. I know what its like to wonder if its safe to let my teenage brother out of sight. I know what its like to lose sleep because I dont know if my family will make it to the end of the week safely.

However, before class on Wednesday I didnt know what it felt like to be judged by a well educated adult because of where I was raised. I didnt know what it was like to be told I was "sheltered" and that I didnt know what it was like to live in a "real town". I didnt know what it was like to be told that because of where I was from that I uncultured. I didnt know that I could be so...unjustly judged because of where I live.

Now I do.

Fake Twitter

I find it very entertaining that people are forming fake twitter and facebook accounts but I can understand how that would be very upsetting. I know that someone created a fake email account for a usd sports team and contacted some possible recruits offering them scholarships. These people called to accept or come for visits and were very disappointed. This is just one way that fake or phony accounts can hurt people. Im sure there are many other ways.

The "bug"

The thing that bothered me the most was how Gregor turned into a bug. My blog is gonna be about how he turned into a bug....3 Possible options:

1. Maybe when Gregor was traveling as a traveling salesman he ran across a witch and he didnt give her a deal on whatever he was selling so she cursed him. He turned into a bug because of that curse.

2.Maybe Gregor is like Spiderman. When he was at work he was bitten by a radioactive cockroach being experimented on and he therefore turned into a cockroach. Gregor has all the powers of a cockroach, he just is unlucky and looks like one too.

3. Maybe his dad, who was greedy man, bought a magic potion that would turn him into a cockroach and then they could turn him into a circus act and make more money. Then when Gregor is a cockroach he gets too scared to do anything

MLA

Im not sure these are the sources Im going to use but this is good for now:

Beehler, Michael. “Yevgeny Zamyatin: The Essential, the Superfluous and Textual Noise” SubStance. 15.50 (1986): 48-60 Web. 31 Jan. 2011

Dennis, Bretton J.; Rafeeq O. McGiveron. “Zamyatin’s WE” Lansing Community College.  (???): 211-213 web. 31 Jan 2011.

Zamyatin, Yevgeny WE. New York: The Modern Library, 2006