Just because someone has money they think they have some form of superiority over those who don't. Respect is a form of love and love is suppose to be shown to everyone even our enemies.
Lisi Harrison demonstrated this perfectly in the book "the clique " . Massie's parents are wealthy to the point that massie gets whatever she has ever asked for. The girls at her private school both adorn and fear her and her three friend who call themselves the "pretty committee". With Alicia being the beta to her alpha, Massie expects everyone to bend to her will. Because her parents can buy anything Massie thinks she can buy anyone. When Clare, the daughter of her father's best friend, moves into the guest house Massie's gets her world shaken by a girl who not only does not fear her but even challenges Massie's superiority.
To often is someone put on a pedestal because of money. You can tell a lot about a community based on their priorities. What do our priorities tell you?
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
dreams
only in my head
they lie in wonder.
waiting to be brought out when my eyes close
.never in the presence of nightmares
but when untamed can become them.
like little flowers waiting to be used or cast away,
and if lucky might just make it into reality.
they lie in wonder.
waiting to be brought out when my eyes close
.never in the presence of nightmares
but when untamed can become them.
like little flowers waiting to be used or cast away,
and if lucky might just make it into reality.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
My Name is Jane Bradley
My name is Jane Bradley. I am immortal. And this is the story of how I died. Granted, I didn’t know I was going to die. But then again what Immortal expects death really. Never the less lets start with some explanation.
Around the year 1252 a Scandinavian man by the name of Rudolf Slavoc was proclaimed the town lunatic. Magician, wizard, madman, and idiot were just a few of his many nicknames but I just called him scientist. He was a level headed man sometimes. But when he wasn’t level he was so crazy that Drunkards looked brighter. Once when he was on one of these episodes he got the bright idea to make an assistant to help him, which is how i came along I didn’t bother to ask how he made me because every time I trued he just took off his chipped glasses and squeezed the bridge of his very large and somewhat wrinkled nose and pursed his grayish pink lips and stood quietly for a few minutes until the subject had left his mind. He took pride in his appearance. He was always dressed sharp an kept himself clean and shaved,when he wasn’t in a crazy episode.He loved to watch me but one afternoon out of madness he threatened me with death. I was horrified that such a thought could cross his mind .he threw his equipment and shattered tubes and glass. I ran off later to find him in his study he apologized and assured me that death could not touch me. I asked why but i got the same response as I did when I asked how I was made. I came home one afternoon to find the scientist dead. I took this as my letter of unemployment and grabbed whatever I needed and left. Scandinavia was not in the best of times at that point so I took my ventures elsewhere. Up until 1776 I wandered around and traveled through lands but i came upon some trouble in Britain. I was convicted of being a witch and hung well that did not set well with the people when i wouldn’t stop talking. I decided to go to America after this little situation and was lucky enough to have a deceased cabin mate whose identification papers i was able to take.You see being 524 years old sparks questions when your being brought into a country. So for the first time ever I had a name. My name was Jane Bradley. My name changed every 15 years or so because being immortal makes explaining why you don’t age kind of difficult. But kept Jane Bradley as often as possible.It probably wasn’t my brightest idea to attempt to kill myself, but technically I was and am a teenager and we are prone to stupidity. Being free of death and all , I sort of made a little game out of faking my own suicide. Which brings me to the next chapter of this story, Tosh the nosy boy who tried to save me.
Tosh Harmon Powell was a well mannered boy from a well mannered home. He had well mannered parents and a not so well mannered little sister named Elizabeth. Tosh was handsome, very handsome in fact. He had chocolate brown hair that he brushed from his piercing green eyes. Despite the muscle he had from hours of work in the sun he was not very tan, nor was he pale. He was tall, probably around six foot two and very kind.
By this time it is 1876, The day I met Tosh was the day I was going to retry hanging myself. Yes, I said retry. As I was slipping into the noose for the third time I imagined what it would be like if for once the result turned out differently from the rest. If maybe i had hit the limit of suicides. If instead of being bored to death, no pun intended, as i hung from the hemp around my neck, I actually felt the pain. I would feel the life leave my body as i gasped for air and it didn’t come as i squirmed for freedom and a second chance but i could not get free. If for once i could feel something, anything, even if my first feeling had to be my last, it would still be enough to satisfy my want for something real , or rather human. My feet inched off the box that kept me suspended in the empty wonder and suddenly i was in that quick and oh so familiar free fall. And then the flight ended with a tight tug to my jugular. But no pain came, no gasping, no anything, just the sound of horseshoes. I watched as a young man raced toward me on horseback. I would let him rescue me. Let him think himself a hero. It saved me from the struggle of cutting myself down. I closed my eyes and pretended to be unconscious. A few seconds and i suddenly felt the rope snap and a hand catch me under the arm. I pretended to gasp awake and cough violently as if recovering from an encounter with death himself. what I didn’t have to fake was my astonishment at the young man cradling me on his horse. He was beautiful in every way imaginable . It was a beauty that I had seen nothing else like. It was different then my beauty. I was made by a man who wanted perfection, and so that is what i was made to be obviously. But this boy, his beauty was natural, nothing but shear and raw beauty. The scientist himself could not have done better.
“Are you okay!?” he asked frantically yet still soft. His eyes were wide with terror.
“DO YOU MIND TELLING HOW IN HELL’S NAME YOU ENDED UP HANGING FROM A TREE!?!” his yelling made me flinch and i almost fell off the horse. His yelling was making me angry but i didn’t dare stop him for i was not planning on telling him the truth and didn’t deserve kindness from him. At this point i just have to start lying my butt off.
“ Last I can recall my father was yelling at me saying he was going to kill me!” I said with a perfect tearful sob.
“And, and! oh he was terribly drunk and he was scaring me and then I was with you!” This was by far not my best story but it was seeming to do the trick. I saw his eyes drop as he pulled me into his chest to comfort me. After a few minutes of pointless introduction, Tosh invited me to his family estate for dinner and a place to sleep. His parents took to my unfortunate and falsified condition with much sympathy and his sister was sent to her room without supper after making a rude comment about my supposed drunkard father. I was never asked to leave so it can be said that i somewhat took up residency with the Powell’s and strangely enough i started feeling emotions for these people. I loved not just Tosh’s parents, James and Lily, but Tosh as well. He was wise and kind, smart but not arrogant and a light to be around. Unlike me he didn’t have 624 years to acquire these traits either they just came naturally to him. I felt mortal. For once I genuinely felt like every other person i had encountered in my 624 years.
Unfortunately the next day I got very bad news. I could feel pain, which for lack of a better way to put it, meant something was terribly wrong. I know, I know,I should be happy but i was changing and it scared the hell out of me! I figured that as long as I stopped trying to kill myself than everything would be okay right? Well that notion would be wrong, because apparently I can’t seem to avoid danger,especially when I’m actually making a conscious effort not to get run over by something.
I’ve had been at the Powell estate for a little less than a week when I had this over whelming need to tell Tosh the truth. I knew what might happen and I honestly didn’t care. I needed to explain to him what I had been through even though he probably would hate me. and call me a freak but I would tell him tomorrow on the 28th of February, there was a parade on that day that I though would set a nice mood.
As we walked in the front door Tosh took my hand and lightly kissed the back of it. A feeling in my stomach told me to hold onto his hand as long as possible, but reluctantly I let go and walked up the staircase to my room. I was going to look nice tonight I was going to wear a dress that would make his heart stop dead in its tracks. I wanted to show him my feelings. Feelings, I have feelings for him and not just feelings but the strongest feelings I could imagine. I loved him.
I laced up the bodice of my dress as I listened to the frigid air whip through the February night. I appraised myself in the mirror. I was an angel in a devil’s dress. My porcelain skin was illuminated by my deep layers of Burgundy satin lining my body. My deep chocolate hair was in curls that floated on my shoulders. My eyes so light blue that they appeared almost white. I walked to the door and stopped. My breathing was to irregular. I had to struggle to calm down and went to open the huge oak door when I heard a faint knock from the other side. I opened the door to find Lily Powell, Tosh’s mother. She was dressed in a long silk gown that rose far above my own in the neckline.
“My dear you look absolutely beautiful.” she said this with genuine love in her voice and her eyes betrayed a secret she was keeping.
I laced my arm through hers and we glided down the staircase through the parlor and into the dining hall. James and Tosh were talking about some obscene topic to pass the time when his dad stops with an abrupt silence .
Tosh confusingly followed his gaze to meet my eyes and his mouth fell slightly ajar. He examined me with a look that could only be amazement. He stood calmly and walked to my side and took my hand and walked me to my usual seat directly across the large red oak table from him. As the food was brought out I looked at Tosh in his suit. He was more beautiful than ever. It wasn’t till i looked at his eyes and realized he had been smiling at me since the meal began. I felt the blood flood my cheeks and it stayed that way for the rest of the mean.
“Mother, if Jane will accompany me to the garden I’d like to be excused?”Tosh said with a sly smile in my direction.
“Absolutely darling, Jane you are excused as well.” Lily said to me but looking at Tosh with a smile.
I stood up unaware of what was happening. Tosh came to my side and placed his hand on the small of my back in the most respectful way and guided me into the garden. We came to a small bench amongst the the early spring flowers. an I went to sit but he pulled me back.
“ Jane, I love you. I know I’ve only known you for seven days but I truly love you. I would like to ask you to accept my hand.” He lowered onto one knee and my heart stopped. I couldn’t let him do this, not before he knew.
“Tosh, I love you as well but i can’t give you an answer tonight.” His face was struck with horror and I struggled to continue.
“Give me until tomorrow after the parade then I will answer you.”
He took the answer though he did not like it. We walked back to the house and he kissed my cheek and led me to my room and wished me sweet dreams.
I stood behind the closed door. I stared at my reflection and began tearing off the dress and corset and rubbing away makeup from my eyes I climbed into my waiting bed and sunk into the down mattress that took away the worries that sat on the edge of my mind.
I was awaken by a noise, followed by screaming.I jumped out of bed and snatched my cloak from the floor.
“Take your hands off her!!” I assumed that was James... A gunshot followed shortly after. More and more screaming and crashing went on as i ran for the door only to have Tosh and Elizabeth rush in and lock it behind them!
“Tosh what is happening!?” I said as tears welled into Elizabeth's eyes.
“The house is being raided.My parents are dead, and I fear we are trapped.” he said this with such calmness and anguish that it made me nauseated. The door shattered as a sledgehammer plunged into it. I watched as men filed in and grabbed Tosh and Elizabeth. Hands grabbed my shoulders and forced me to my knees like the others. I didn’t fight like Tosh or scream like Elizabeth. I simply sat there on my knees waiting for the same fate that I had used to cheat death for 624 years. I watched as they put a gun to Tosh and Elizabeth’s head. and felt one at my temple also. I closed my eyes and listened. Tears began to escape my eyes. Not only was I was going to undeservedly live, but the unjust death of this 17 year old boy whom I love and his 9 year old sister was going to take place instead. I heard a shot and the screaming rage of Tosh as he swore with a tongue that would silence a sailor. I’m glad Elizabeth went first. I didn’t want her to see her brother’s crumpled body as her last image. I heard another shot and Tosh’s body hit the floor with a cracking thud. I heard the click of the bullet, the sound of the trigger being pulled, and then I heard a faint shot . I listened to the men leave. And then nothing.
My name is Jane Bradley. I am Immortal. And this is the story of how I died.
Around the year 1252 a Scandinavian man by the name of Rudolf Slavoc was proclaimed the town lunatic. Magician, wizard, madman, and idiot were just a few of his many nicknames but I just called him scientist. He was a level headed man sometimes. But when he wasn’t level he was so crazy that Drunkards looked brighter. Once when he was on one of these episodes he got the bright idea to make an assistant to help him, which is how i came along I didn’t bother to ask how he made me because every time I trued he just took off his chipped glasses and squeezed the bridge of his very large and somewhat wrinkled nose and pursed his grayish pink lips and stood quietly for a few minutes until the subject had left his mind. He took pride in his appearance. He was always dressed sharp an kept himself clean and shaved,when he wasn’t in a crazy episode.He loved to watch me but one afternoon out of madness he threatened me with death. I was horrified that such a thought could cross his mind .he threw his equipment and shattered tubes and glass. I ran off later to find him in his study he apologized and assured me that death could not touch me. I asked why but i got the same response as I did when I asked how I was made. I came home one afternoon to find the scientist dead. I took this as my letter of unemployment and grabbed whatever I needed and left. Scandinavia was not in the best of times at that point so I took my ventures elsewhere. Up until 1776 I wandered around and traveled through lands but i came upon some trouble in Britain. I was convicted of being a witch and hung well that did not set well with the people when i wouldn’t stop talking. I decided to go to America after this little situation and was lucky enough to have a deceased cabin mate whose identification papers i was able to take.You see being 524 years old sparks questions when your being brought into a country. So for the first time ever I had a name. My name was Jane Bradley. My name changed every 15 years or so because being immortal makes explaining why you don’t age kind of difficult. But kept Jane Bradley as often as possible.It probably wasn’t my brightest idea to attempt to kill myself, but technically I was and am a teenager and we are prone to stupidity. Being free of death and all , I sort of made a little game out of faking my own suicide. Which brings me to the next chapter of this story, Tosh the nosy boy who tried to save me.
Tosh Harmon Powell was a well mannered boy from a well mannered home. He had well mannered parents and a not so well mannered little sister named Elizabeth. Tosh was handsome, very handsome in fact. He had chocolate brown hair that he brushed from his piercing green eyes. Despite the muscle he had from hours of work in the sun he was not very tan, nor was he pale. He was tall, probably around six foot two and very kind.
By this time it is 1876, The day I met Tosh was the day I was going to retry hanging myself. Yes, I said retry. As I was slipping into the noose for the third time I imagined what it would be like if for once the result turned out differently from the rest. If maybe i had hit the limit of suicides. If instead of being bored to death, no pun intended, as i hung from the hemp around my neck, I actually felt the pain. I would feel the life leave my body as i gasped for air and it didn’t come as i squirmed for freedom and a second chance but i could not get free. If for once i could feel something, anything, even if my first feeling had to be my last, it would still be enough to satisfy my want for something real , or rather human. My feet inched off the box that kept me suspended in the empty wonder and suddenly i was in that quick and oh so familiar free fall. And then the flight ended with a tight tug to my jugular. But no pain came, no gasping, no anything, just the sound of horseshoes. I watched as a young man raced toward me on horseback. I would let him rescue me. Let him think himself a hero. It saved me from the struggle of cutting myself down. I closed my eyes and pretended to be unconscious. A few seconds and i suddenly felt the rope snap and a hand catch me under the arm. I pretended to gasp awake and cough violently as if recovering from an encounter with death himself. what I didn’t have to fake was my astonishment at the young man cradling me on his horse. He was beautiful in every way imaginable . It was a beauty that I had seen nothing else like. It was different then my beauty. I was made by a man who wanted perfection, and so that is what i was made to be obviously. But this boy, his beauty was natural, nothing but shear and raw beauty. The scientist himself could not have done better.
“Are you okay!?” he asked frantically yet still soft. His eyes were wide with terror.
“DO YOU MIND TELLING HOW IN HELL’S NAME YOU ENDED UP HANGING FROM A TREE!?!” his yelling made me flinch and i almost fell off the horse. His yelling was making me angry but i didn’t dare stop him for i was not planning on telling him the truth and didn’t deserve kindness from him. At this point i just have to start lying my butt off.
“ Last I can recall my father was yelling at me saying he was going to kill me!” I said with a perfect tearful sob.
“And, and! oh he was terribly drunk and he was scaring me and then I was with you!” This was by far not my best story but it was seeming to do the trick. I saw his eyes drop as he pulled me into his chest to comfort me. After a few minutes of pointless introduction, Tosh invited me to his family estate for dinner and a place to sleep. His parents took to my unfortunate and falsified condition with much sympathy and his sister was sent to her room without supper after making a rude comment about my supposed drunkard father. I was never asked to leave so it can be said that i somewhat took up residency with the Powell’s and strangely enough i started feeling emotions for these people. I loved not just Tosh’s parents, James and Lily, but Tosh as well. He was wise and kind, smart but not arrogant and a light to be around. Unlike me he didn’t have 624 years to acquire these traits either they just came naturally to him. I felt mortal. For once I genuinely felt like every other person i had encountered in my 624 years.
Unfortunately the next day I got very bad news. I could feel pain, which for lack of a better way to put it, meant something was terribly wrong. I know, I know,I should be happy but i was changing and it scared the hell out of me! I figured that as long as I stopped trying to kill myself than everything would be okay right? Well that notion would be wrong, because apparently I can’t seem to avoid danger,especially when I’m actually making a conscious effort not to get run over by something.
I’ve had been at the Powell estate for a little less than a week when I had this over whelming need to tell Tosh the truth. I knew what might happen and I honestly didn’t care. I needed to explain to him what I had been through even though he probably would hate me. and call me a freak but I would tell him tomorrow on the 28th of February, there was a parade on that day that I though would set a nice mood.
As we walked in the front door Tosh took my hand and lightly kissed the back of it. A feeling in my stomach told me to hold onto his hand as long as possible, but reluctantly I let go and walked up the staircase to my room. I was going to look nice tonight I was going to wear a dress that would make his heart stop dead in its tracks. I wanted to show him my feelings. Feelings, I have feelings for him and not just feelings but the strongest feelings I could imagine. I loved him.
I laced up the bodice of my dress as I listened to the frigid air whip through the February night. I appraised myself in the mirror. I was an angel in a devil’s dress. My porcelain skin was illuminated by my deep layers of Burgundy satin lining my body. My deep chocolate hair was in curls that floated on my shoulders. My eyes so light blue that they appeared almost white. I walked to the door and stopped. My breathing was to irregular. I had to struggle to calm down and went to open the huge oak door when I heard a faint knock from the other side. I opened the door to find Lily Powell, Tosh’s mother. She was dressed in a long silk gown that rose far above my own in the neckline.
“My dear you look absolutely beautiful.” she said this with genuine love in her voice and her eyes betrayed a secret she was keeping.
I laced my arm through hers and we glided down the staircase through the parlor and into the dining hall. James and Tosh were talking about some obscene topic to pass the time when his dad stops with an abrupt silence .
Tosh confusingly followed his gaze to meet my eyes and his mouth fell slightly ajar. He examined me with a look that could only be amazement. He stood calmly and walked to my side and took my hand and walked me to my usual seat directly across the large red oak table from him. As the food was brought out I looked at Tosh in his suit. He was more beautiful than ever. It wasn’t till i looked at his eyes and realized he had been smiling at me since the meal began. I felt the blood flood my cheeks and it stayed that way for the rest of the mean.
“Mother, if Jane will accompany me to the garden I’d like to be excused?”Tosh said with a sly smile in my direction.
“Absolutely darling, Jane you are excused as well.” Lily said to me but looking at Tosh with a smile.
I stood up unaware of what was happening. Tosh came to my side and placed his hand on the small of my back in the most respectful way and guided me into the garden. We came to a small bench amongst the the early spring flowers. an I went to sit but he pulled me back.
“ Jane, I love you. I know I’ve only known you for seven days but I truly love you. I would like to ask you to accept my hand.” He lowered onto one knee and my heart stopped. I couldn’t let him do this, not before he knew.
“Tosh, I love you as well but i can’t give you an answer tonight.” His face was struck with horror and I struggled to continue.
“Give me until tomorrow after the parade then I will answer you.”
He took the answer though he did not like it. We walked back to the house and he kissed my cheek and led me to my room and wished me sweet dreams.
I stood behind the closed door. I stared at my reflection and began tearing off the dress and corset and rubbing away makeup from my eyes I climbed into my waiting bed and sunk into the down mattress that took away the worries that sat on the edge of my mind.
I was awaken by a noise, followed by screaming.I jumped out of bed and snatched my cloak from the floor.
“Take your hands off her!!” I assumed that was James... A gunshot followed shortly after. More and more screaming and crashing went on as i ran for the door only to have Tosh and Elizabeth rush in and lock it behind them!
“Tosh what is happening!?” I said as tears welled into Elizabeth's eyes.
“The house is being raided.My parents are dead, and I fear we are trapped.” he said this with such calmness and anguish that it made me nauseated. The door shattered as a sledgehammer plunged into it. I watched as men filed in and grabbed Tosh and Elizabeth. Hands grabbed my shoulders and forced me to my knees like the others. I didn’t fight like Tosh or scream like Elizabeth. I simply sat there on my knees waiting for the same fate that I had used to cheat death for 624 years. I watched as they put a gun to Tosh and Elizabeth’s head. and felt one at my temple also. I closed my eyes and listened. Tears began to escape my eyes. Not only was I was going to undeservedly live, but the unjust death of this 17 year old boy whom I love and his 9 year old sister was going to take place instead. I heard a shot and the screaming rage of Tosh as he swore with a tongue that would silence a sailor. I’m glad Elizabeth went first. I didn’t want her to see her brother’s crumpled body as her last image. I heard another shot and Tosh’s body hit the floor with a cracking thud. I heard the click of the bullet, the sound of the trigger being pulled, and then I heard a faint shot . I listened to the men leave. And then nothing.
My name is Jane Bradley. I am Immortal. And this is the story of how I died.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Every culture is different, different foods, different languages, and different societies. But one similarity between all cultures is the existence of folklore, more commonly referred to as fairytales. Each culture has their own type of folklore. For each society there is a different theme, a different lesson, and sometimes a motive to the story. Different challenges await each character whether it is man verses self or man verses man. By picking apart a story from another culture you can have a deeper understanding of them.
One example would be the German culture. A lesser known folktale of theirs is “The Bloody Children of the Jews”. The title is quite grotesque but the story is a bit more civilized. It takes place during the years 1492-1500. The Jewish people were being expelled from certain regions of Germany for their sinful behavior. During this expulsion a man and woman who were known Jews announced that they had repented and converted to Christianity when in their hearts the remained Jews. . Because of this blasphemy God put a curse on them. Every child they were to have would be still-born. After much scrutiny from many people they confessed their blasphemy and truly converted. The deeper theme of this story is religion based. Religious views were overly scrutinized in many countries and still are. In this case disobeying God was responded to with extreme consequences.
Another culture to be examined is that of Scandinavia. One folktale I found from the culture was “Lad Carl”. This story did not have a time other than a period of about 10 years. This story is about a boy who goes after the thieves that have been robbing his village and local villages for years. This young boy ends up tricking the thieves into leaving the loot unprotected and convinces the townspeople to attack the thieves, for reward the townspeople gave Carl the extra loot left over after it had been properly distributed. The theme is mainly focused on socialism. Everyone does their part and get equal reward thus being rewarded even more.
My final example is a British folktale titled “sea-women”. This story takes place in a small village by the sea. A fisherman steals the skin of a seal to reveal a woman. The man refused to return the skin and kept the woman over time they fell in love and married. One day the woman’s children brought her the skin she had once lost and she returned to the sea. The man came looking for her only to be rejected. The theme is a bit more moral based. For the story shows that love can’t be trapped but has to be free and unconditional to be true.
These stories all display a basic sin that starts the chain of events making each story. Whether the conflict is man verses man or man verses a higher power or even man verses fate. They all end with somewhat of a similar idea. Though each of these stories have their differences they also have characteristics in common for instance in all of the stories the antagonist had some form of leverage whether it be a skin a home or even a life. But each story is different, because each story is from a different culture.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
EASY F
Last night I watched the movie EASY A with two good friends of mine,and I was shocked at the truth behind it. This movie touched base with many annoyingly honest issues in highschool. I this movie a girl named Olive decides to help a friend who is tormented for his sexuality. Pretending to have flings with social outcasts to help their status, Olive soon found herself being mocked and shunned for being a so called "slut". This movie brought to my attention four main problems in highschool.
Rumors being the first topic, I feel that i should point out that at no point did Olive actually have sexual relations with any of these guys she simply had rumors. The whole ordeal stated with her bestfriend having a big mouth, and ending up with the whole school thinking she had sex with a college guy. The Rumors that spread caused Olive to be subjected to public rejection and humiliation.
Next we have Bullying. The reason all these people asked Olive to lie for them was because they were being bullied at school everyday for one reason or another. What is so sad about the bullying is that not only did students bully other students but the teachers bullied students as well. And as soon as Olive would pretend to have sex with them the bulling would quickly stop because suposedly that person was exstordinarily good at sex.
When it came to the point that Olive couldn't take the ridicule anymore she went to each and every person who she had helped and asked them to tell the truth and when asked the pathetic people gave her one of three answers, "i already paid you.","no one will believe you.", or "but I'm so popular now.". One person just flat out ran away with his gay lover. I think the worst response she got was when a teacher she had lied for told Olive that it was her own fault for lying for the teacher and that Olive had to live with the consequenses of that lie. Dishonesty is a disgusting trait in people.
My forth and final point to reach is the slanderizing and revolting portrayal of teenage christians in this movie. My reasoning for this is that in this movie christians are portrayed as people who sit in chastity circles and sing bible songs while lifting themselves on pedistals about anyone who is not christian. They are actually the people who s[read the original and further rumors about Olive and they are the same people who torment Olive calling her a slut and adulterer. What makes me sick to my stomack is not that they are portrayed ths way, but rather that the person who wrote this movie was right. I'm not saying all christians are like this but I am saying that a mass number of christians claim their faith but act in such ways that makes others detest the idea of Christianity.
The movie EASY A was very funny and somewhat inspirational in Olive's determination for redeption. But it points out so flaws in teenagers that are true that i couldn't help but find myself upset.
Rumors being the first topic, I feel that i should point out that at no point did Olive actually have sexual relations with any of these guys she simply had rumors. The whole ordeal stated with her bestfriend having a big mouth, and ending up with the whole school thinking she had sex with a college guy. The Rumors that spread caused Olive to be subjected to public rejection and humiliation.
Next we have Bullying. The reason all these people asked Olive to lie for them was because they were being bullied at school everyday for one reason or another. What is so sad about the bullying is that not only did students bully other students but the teachers bullied students as well. And as soon as Olive would pretend to have sex with them the bulling would quickly stop because suposedly that person was exstordinarily good at sex.
When it came to the point that Olive couldn't take the ridicule anymore she went to each and every person who she had helped and asked them to tell the truth and when asked the pathetic people gave her one of three answers, "i already paid you.","no one will believe you.", or "but I'm so popular now.". One person just flat out ran away with his gay lover. I think the worst response she got was when a teacher she had lied for told Olive that it was her own fault for lying for the teacher and that Olive had to live with the consequenses of that lie. Dishonesty is a disgusting trait in people.
My forth and final point to reach is the slanderizing and revolting portrayal of teenage christians in this movie. My reasoning for this is that in this movie christians are portrayed as people who sit in chastity circles and sing bible songs while lifting themselves on pedistals about anyone who is not christian. They are actually the people who s[read the original and further rumors about Olive and they are the same people who torment Olive calling her a slut and adulterer. What makes me sick to my stomack is not that they are portrayed ths way, but rather that the person who wrote this movie was right. I'm not saying all christians are like this but I am saying that a mass number of christians claim their faith but act in such ways that makes others detest the idea of Christianity.
The movie EASY A was very funny and somewhat inspirational in Olive's determination for redeption. But it points out so flaws in teenagers that are true that i couldn't help but find myself upset.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
my most powerful memory is my worst
I sat up groggily, the taste of sleep in my mouth, alarmed at my moms gentle sobs choking in her throat. I look at my little clock noticing that I am late for school. I smell the ruined coffee and faint burn of what should have been toast.
"Mom whats wrong?" I say with tears coming to my eyes as I realize I already know the answer.
Her eyes close as a shaky and pathetic comfort smile works its way unto her hallow face, I replay last nights events in my mind.
Taking him to that old faded white door, watching the black farm dog slip to his feet to greet him, watching him mouth the words " i love you" as he wedges his hospital tainted clothes under his iv bruised arm, as I see him for the last time.
The taste of salty water on my lips brings me back to my pathetic "slept in" bed. Mom pulls me into her arms and tells me the six foulest words that will be stained into my ears and heart forever.
" Sweetie, Micheal passed away last night." She says as the sobs contained themselves no longer.
"Mom whats wrong?" I say with tears coming to my eyes as I realize I already know the answer.
Her eyes close as a shaky and pathetic comfort smile works its way unto her hallow face, I replay last nights events in my mind.
Taking him to that old faded white door, watching the black farm dog slip to his feet to greet him, watching him mouth the words " i love you" as he wedges his hospital tainted clothes under his iv bruised arm, as I see him for the last time.
The taste of salty water on my lips brings me back to my pathetic "slept in" bed. Mom pulls me into her arms and tells me the six foulest words that will be stained into my ears and heart forever.
" Sweetie, Micheal passed away last night." She says as the sobs contained themselves no longer.
OUT OF ONE MIND. INTO ANOTHER.
why is it that people underestimate those with any form of disability. Whether physical, mental, or even both, people with disabilities are looked down upon by anyone who is by societies standards "normal".
In the book "Out Of My Mind" by Sharon M. Draper, a girl with cerebral palsy is heard. This book shows what it is like being stuck in a body that doesn't belong to you or rather shouldn't. Melody is treated like she is stupid. but in reality she could probably skip about three grade levels. Melody is exceptionally bright but no one sees that in her. They see her broken body and lose any interest in what she has to offer. Her determination drives her to earn a position on her schools quiz team upon which ultimately shuns her also. In this book I found the realism that no one seems to look past what is broken or damaged but rather everyone seems to be to judgmental to see their own faults. I see it even in myself. If true potential could really be seen in people, there is no telling what could be learned.
You have to look deeper than what you see on the outside because you may be passing up on an amazing opportunity to meet someone who could truly effect you.
In the book "Out Of My Mind" by Sharon M. Draper, a girl with cerebral palsy is heard. This book shows what it is like being stuck in a body that doesn't belong to you or rather shouldn't. Melody is treated like she is stupid. but in reality she could probably skip about three grade levels. Melody is exceptionally bright but no one sees that in her. They see her broken body and lose any interest in what she has to offer. Her determination drives her to earn a position on her schools quiz team upon which ultimately shuns her also. In this book I found the realism that no one seems to look past what is broken or damaged but rather everyone seems to be to judgmental to see their own faults. I see it even in myself. If true potential could really be seen in people, there is no telling what could be learned.
You have to look deeper than what you see on the outside because you may be passing up on an amazing opportunity to meet someone who could truly effect you.
Monday, September 27, 2010
don't judge a person by their skin.
Racism. Most people, when asked will say they are not racist.But i rarely see a person who won’t say “hey,look at that snobby rich white girl” or “i bet that Hispanic man is illegal” or “i bet that black man has killed someone before”.It is pathetic how shallow people can be yet how deeply immersed in the judgmental society of the world they are. In the riveting book,perfect chemistry by Simone Elkeles, this problem is brutally confronted.
In perfect chemistry, a young Hispanic man falls in love with a white girl from his school.It is not until the racial barrier of society is broken down between them that each of the two lovers find the true person behind the skin. A person who can love and laugh,cry and comfort, and see the other person the way they are seen.
In perfect chemistry, a young Hispanic man falls in love with a white girl from his school.It is not until the racial barrier of society is broken down between them that each of the two lovers find the true person behind the skin. A person who can love and laugh,cry and comfort, and see the other person the way they are seen.
"[Life]It is what you make it. If you think you can't change the world, then go on and follow the path already carved out for you. But there are other roads to choose, they're just harder to trudge through. Changing the world isn’t easy, but I sure as hell am going to keep trying. Are you?"
This quote between Alejandro and Brittany shows that he is questioning her will to fight for what she wants. His character displays that of someone with exceptional character,which in our society is not expected of someone of his race which proves my point that the racial profiling exhibited y our society is disgusting.
Next time you look at someone don’t look at the color of their skin look at who that person is judge them by their actions not their appearance you might surprise yourself.
Monday, September 13, 2010
I,too, sing america
In "I, Too, Sing America" by Langston Hughes the flout and gasconade tones reflect the boy's feeling of not being wanted but knowing that the tables would soon turn. He is aware that he is looked down upon and he uses this to drive him to out preform his opponent. He is confident so much to the point that he becomes arrogant in his actions and knows that once he has won no one will dare question him.
Friday, September 3, 2010
words
i love words.
malicious.snarky.platapus.pomagranate.absolutly.syntax.diction.audacious.platonic.
so many words that i dont think anyone will ever know every word in the english language.
ever.
but i applaude the one who attemps to try.
i wish i knew all the beautiful words that flaot around out there.
just waiting to be found.
used to make somthing.
exspress somthing.
malicious.snarky.platapus.pomagranate.absolutly.syntax.diction.audacious.platonic.
so many words that i dont think anyone will ever know every word in the english language.
ever.
but i applaude the one who attemps to try.
i wish i knew all the beautiful words that flaot around out there.
just waiting to be found.
used to make somthing.
exspress somthing.
Monday, August 30, 2010
sooooo.....
so i have never had a blog and i feel like i should tell a little tid bit of info about myself... i love to draw and paint....i am a amateur geocacher....i love love love love my god....and my name is lexie.
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