Monday, November 2, 2009
TTTC
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Response to Lambert Smith: Times have changed for student protesters
But, on the other hand, students may have reasons why they aren't so strongly against the war in Afghanistan. First of all, there isn't a draft. So many don't feel the need to get involved if it doesn't involve them directly. I find this kind of sad, that people only care about things that revolve around them. I think the author was right when he said how "everyone is cocooned in their own little worlds." This is so true. The society and culture that we have today isn't as involved as it used to be.
I think that needs to change. People need to start caring about the rest of the world, and thinking outside the box. I am sure a great number of people already do this, but there are too many who have become unaware and shut down from the rest of the world. Lambert Smith proves this by stating simply that people won't bother to protest because their favourite TV show was on that night. The day of the meeting actually had to be changed so people would even attend.
This is why our culture and society needs to change--drastically. Little changes are happening everyday, and that is great, but we need to do even more.
To start, just telling other people about this topic, or other worldly events that get society more involved and aware, would be extremely helpful. There are many things like this that people can do. They may seem small, but every little bit counts.
I didn't really catch what the conclusion of the article was trying to point out. After protesting, a student asked for a plastic bag to clean up after themselves. Was this meant to be a bad thing? Smith said in his concluding sentence that the times have "most certainly change." The whole argument he was making throughout the writing kind of clashed with this last part. How did practicing cleanliness and being polite strengthen his argument that students aren't as envolved anymore. It seemed a bit off topic to me.
I liked the rest of the article though. It was defianately the shocking facts that got me interested in this article. That is what is so great about reading. You have a different experience each time, and although it may not always be a positive one, you always learn something new.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
MLK's Letter from Birmingham Jail
Monday, October 5, 2009
Arguments of Definition
Friday, September 25, 2009
The Truths and Riddles Behind the N Word and American History
There is so much behind a word. What it means, where it originated, how it's used, and how society interprets it. Take the word "history", for example. Most would say it simply means the past, or events that occurred in the past. Usually there is some kind of connection you make with words. When I think of history, I think of how much it still affects us today, and of events in American and world history. But how many people would know that the word "history" comes from the greek word historia, which actually means "inquiry, knowledge acquired by investigation".
It wasn't until 1390 that this word became part of the English Language, and obtained a new definition: "relation of incidents, story". The definition changed again, to simply "story", and then again, to "record of past events." (If you were wondering where I got my sources from, I will admit it was from wikipedia, even though you aren't supposed to use it, particularly when writing in school, I still use it for getting random information).
Anyway, my point is that people create words, and with them meaning and denotations. Every word has its own unique meaning and story behind it. I used to find this absolutely fascinating when I was about six or seven. I used to just focus on some random, everyday word, and try and grasp its true meaning--why it sounded like that, how it was spelled, and who came up with it. Okay I just realized that I'm getting a bit off topic, so I will get back to the idea I originally started out writing this post with.
The N Word. It's not that I am scared of saying it, I just don't like it. I think what the student in the article was saying about how not saying a word gives it more power was right. But I also believe that this word has had so much power and negative meaning throughout history, that there is no point in saying it in order to prove a point.
Since the day the first African American person was taken captive, and sent to America to be a slave, this word has been gathering meaning. Definition. Although it depends on who says it to
who, and in what way it is said, I believe that it is history that has shaped this word. There is no going back. This word has power and control because of its history. The N-word and the word “history” have so much in common simply because they define each other.
This post didn’t turn out how I had originally intended. But that is okay. I like how I can begin writing and by the end of the last sentence I am surprised with what I came up with. My writing is always changing and growing, just like me.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
What Scares Me
Earwigs. I can't stand them. I don't like bugs in general, but earwigs scare me more than anything else. I guess this fear might be somehow related to two extremely unpleasant experiences I had involving them. It all began at my new house, which, unfortunately, was a haven to countless numbers and types of bugs.
The first encounter I had was right as I was getting into bed to go to sleep. I was just about to lay down, when my eyes caught a flicker of movement on my pillow. There, just inches from my face, was an earwig. It was sitting there, pincers pointed towards me, ready to assail at any given moment. I screamed. Running from my room, I asked my sister to help me out, and get rid of it. She grudgingly agreed, but when we went back in the room, it was gone. My insides started to squirm. Then the unthinkable happened. There was another, crawling on my sheets. The first earwig appeared from under my pillow. I backed away from the bed, only to be confronted with a third earwig on the wall. It was too much. After my bed was cleared of earwigs, and the one on the wall was squished, I still couldn't sleep. I kept imaging dozens of them crawling all over me. I was in panic. I couldn't shake the horrible feeling of pure terror that was looming in the back of my mind. But somehow, I got through it.