Thankful For Classmates

This is the time of thanks and turkey... but mostly thanks. In 5th period English there's a few classmates I'm very thankful for. Sylvia is probably the biggest one. So props to you Sylvia. I've never been absent to school, but this year I've had a few rough fevers that have prevented me from going to school... or I had field trips. Point is I wasn't able to attend English class a few times. But Sylvia has been there to help catch up with all my homework and class notes, which I really appreciate. She's also kept me company in lunch which I am thankful for. Other than that I'm also very thankful for Yareli, and Lydia for helping me study for test during lunch and sharing their opinions to help me better understand what was going in class. Most Importantly, although he's not a classmate, I would like to thank Mr. McCarthy for being an awesome teacher and making English fun. Happy Thanksgiving guys.

Hemingway

 Ernest, in my opinion had an amazing skill when it came to writing. His ability to innuendo the bigger meanings or events within the story inspired me to do the same. After reading some of his pieces I've realized that he wasn't as bad as others told me he was. Ernest as a writer I enjoyed, with the exception of the bullfighter stories (I don't like bullfights.) Overall his writing was decent and entertaining. 

Ernest as a person I have mix feelings about. Although he seemed to be a good father from what I heard from his biography I was not really fond of his way of life. Although he seemed to be somewhat cool as time progressed and he grew famous I started to notice how he gradually started to change his view on himself and in a way, become more self centered. This could be viewed in both a good and bad way. For me the thing I actually disliked was how many affairs and love lives he developed while still in other relationships or dating. I just didn’t find that to be right at all; it looked a bit selfish to me.

Although I might have thought that wasn’t right of him to do, in a way I saw why he would think like that in the first place. I do know that he’d suffer through several depressions and ultimately died by his own hand. I would understand where he would be coming come since I too used to be in a very depressive state and was suicidal at one point. (Not anymore though.) To be honest no one really experiences it the same way but I would understand the loneliness and all the pain he had gone through.

So when it comes to Ernest I give him props for being a great writer and to an extent a great person. Although he did do some questionable things in during his lifetime it will never take away the fact that he was an amazing writer, and for that I respect him.

6 Word Novels

1.) Dear Genovese, have you found haven?

2.) Hold onto gravity, like Newton’s apple.

3.) Sincerity was powerless, crumbling like sand.

4.) Soundless voices always echoed the loudest.

5.) A white night, painted in blue.

6.) Even the invincible have paper hearts.

John Proctor The Half Stooge Half Hero

Is John Proctor a stooge or is he a hero? That would be that’s hard one. Saying he is either or is like saying, “Trix are for kids.”  Trixs were developed for kids, but to be honest nobody follows that rule. Same goes for Mr. Proctor. Yes he is a stooge to some extent but he can’t really be a stooge without being a hero. So, yes he is a stooge for the sole reason that he lied, and if we follow Puritan beliefs, that’s pretty horrible… according to them. But in general think about the guy could have prevented his own death, and maybe a few others. Put it this way, if he were to follow the honestly is the best policy stuff, his wife wouldn’t have been in so much trouble, Abby would be silenced, and he would get his punishment. The fact the runs away from the truth by trying to hide that he had an affair with Abby and making things worse on his wife show how stooge like and douche like he really is. I mean running away from something that severe shows how selfish, inconsiderate and over all stooge like he is.

But you could never actually call him a full on stooge, and he would be classified as a hero. I mean how many husbands do you know that go to court to save a wife they seem to have no interest in? Not only that bet he admitted to having an affair with Abby just to save his wife. He even gave what sounded like a really honest testimony for his wife just to save her. In the end, he went to Salem, testified for her, and in a way he also died for her. In the end, he did one of the most heroic things a husband can do. So yes Proctor may have been a douche and stooge, but you can’t fully classify him like that, because as pathetic and ridiculous as he may have acted, he did one of the most heroic things a husband could have done. 

In The Days Gone By

(Written in First Person from A Native)

In The Days Gone By

“The wind slowly began to pick up as I looked deep into the dark blue liquid. There was something out there, it was noticeable. Brown and tall, with white sheets that extended into the skies. There was more of these oddly shaped things dancing through the waves. After some minutes of watching these things walk on water I watched as they breached the land. A large silver object dove into the water as men began jumping off the ship screaming in what I assume is happiness, "Land!" That's what they said and, "We found it!" But how is it possible to find something you could never lose. My group approached these individuals who had enough clothing to dress the entire tribe and the neighboring. We welcomed them as they set lustful eyes on our golden bracelets and jewelry. Those same eyes were full of anger, disgust, and none of us knew why. But that didn’t stop us from sheltering them. Our mistake.

You see they started off nice like us. They traded our bracelets for odd tools they called spoon and forks. We taught them how to fish grow food and build houses. And in return, they granted us hell. Yes they said we were invaders of the land; not worthy of it. The called us disrespectful and morally wrong. They soon began to take over with these large things that shot round things at us. Soon we began getting sick of things the called spirits. Demons. But the way that description of demons made us believe that they were its true form. And they were. They invaded us, took our help and hospitality and like these ‘devils’ they turned us into weak beings. Striping us from our gods and damming us to worship a single creature with the ability to everything that the great ones did together. In the days gone by we grew sick, we endured torture, and we watched as they slowly took what was ours. In the end, we were left in small camps, with pieces of barren land, and left to worship one who we know only stories of.”

A silent tear slowly slid down my cheek as I read from behind the glass. I lifted my head, renewing the gaze with the pictures, and belongings of my ancestors. In the end, we lost something that was always ours, and they found what was never lost.

About Me

My name is Maday. I was born on June 27^th 1999 in Tepehuanes, Durango, Mexico. Fun fact: The hospital I was born in was built over an ancient Native American burial site. I was raised in Mexico until I was around a year or two old, and that’s all I remember about growing up there. (At that time my dad had obtained residency and my mom, two brothers and I moved to Chicago.) Currently I have two dogs, Kai, a Yorkie-Poodle mix, and Anubis, a Miniature Doberman mix.

Throughout grammar school I was actually bullied a lot and I didn’t really have friends until 6^th grade or so. You see people always had my gender confused at the time. Funny thing was that it didn’t matter how “girly” I dressed or if my hair was up to my waist, people always saw me as a boy. The harder I tried fitting in, the more uncomfortable and bullied the more I felt like I needed to be girly. But there was a point where I realized: “It’s either dress like a girl, be uncomfortable, and still be confused for a boy or be myself, comfortable, and still be confused for a boy.” I chose the second one.

 Away from all the sad stuff I enjoy writing, a lot. I’ve been a finalist in two contests and that’s about as far as I get when it comes to writing contests. But that doesn’t change the fact that I love writing and would like to use it to go into performing arts. Other than writing I play soccer and that’s as far as I go with hobbies.

I absolutely love K-Pop (Korean Pop) and went to one concert during April. (B.A.P Live On Earth; Attack On Chicago.) If I were to pick a favorite band it would definitely be f(x). I really like their style and how unique they are. My favorite songs would be Paper Heart, Butterfly, Beautiful Stranger (by f(x)), Haven, The Great Escape, and Standing in the Rain (By Nell.) Other than that I like most K-Pop songs and bands.

I think that’s pretty much all I have to say about myself for now.