So this is it? Omg if I am getting emotional over my last blog entry, I am going to be a hot mess at graduation. This past year has been amazing for me. I have legit learned a lot about myself. I'm not dumb enough to say I'm done with that though. I am looking forward to college because of all the new stuff I am going to discover. The possibilites are soooo...present. It is kind of scary in a way. Not the opportunites but the fact that I don't want to miss out on any. Ok, I'm beginning to ramble, so let's take it back.
Me at the end is a very different person. I'm thinking of me in the beginning of high school....ew. I am not exactly a big fan of old me. I regret some things, but I've moved past them and come to terms. I've learned though. They can't take that away from me.
Am I the only one that doesn't feel like I am a senior? Or that I am going to prom? Or I am about to graduate? And start college? It still hasn't really sunken in yet. These were all things that seemed like a distant future that would never ever come, but it is only like a week away. I kind of don't want it to come. I've noticed that sometimes the best thing about a major event is the anticipation, the excitement preceding that event. Because when it's gone, it never seems as important or amazing.
I guess I can hope that it will be this time. Class of 2011/Best philosophy class ever!!! I love you guys :))
Monday, May 23, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
What up
Dear Prospective Philosophy Student:
First off, Class of 2011 is thee best class.
Second, Mr. McCarthy isn’t teaching Philosophy next year so that really sucks for you. Not to kiss up but he really did make the class memorable for me.
Ok, the actual blog can start now. Well, I still recommend taking philosophy even though Mr. McCarthy won’t be there next year. It is still really beneficial. It is one of the few classes where I had to legit think. And not just think about stupid irrelevant stuff but things that can eventually help you better yourself. You may not realize it as it is happening, but trust me, by the end of the year, you will see a change. However, you actually have to put in some effort. You can’t expect to get anything out of the class if you just sleep all the time. Good luck J
First off, Class of 2011 is thee best class.
Second, Mr. McCarthy isn’t teaching Philosophy next year so that really sucks for you. Not to kiss up but he really did make the class memorable for me.
Ok, the actual blog can start now. Well, I still recommend taking philosophy even though Mr. McCarthy won’t be there next year. It is still really beneficial. It is one of the few classes where I had to legit think. And not just think about stupid irrelevant stuff but things that can eventually help you better yourself. You may not realize it as it is happening, but trust me, by the end of the year, you will see a change. However, you actually have to put in some effort. You can’t expect to get anything out of the class if you just sleep all the time. Good luck J
When I grow up, I wanna be a catepillar
“I said that?” was probably my mantra for this past year because this past year has been a time of reminiscing. A lot of, “hey, remember that time…” I am surprised by much of the stuff I have said at a given moment. I used to not really think before I spoke. It was something I used to be proud of but now, not so much. I’m not ashamed of all of it at all, not by a long shot. Sometimes one needs to be spontaneous. However, I have realized that a little thought won’t take away any authenticity, and I can avoid sounding ignorant or just plain dumb.
It is just a part of growing up I guess except you never stop growing. Each year I used to think I got this life thing conquered and that I cannot possibly make another stupid mistake like the one I made last year. Oh was I wrong.
It is just a part of growing up I guess except you never stop growing. Each year I used to think I got this life thing conquered and that I cannot possibly make another stupid mistake like the one I made last year. Oh was I wrong.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Surrounded by Cuckoos, but I Was the Crazy One
But I am the crazy one. What makes someone crazy and how does someone have the ability to discern what is crazy? In One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, the Acutes didn’t seem very crazy, or at least, what we consider crazy. Whenever I think of crazy, I think of someone babbling nonsense and gesticulating wildly…(kind of like our philosophy class jk). The guys in the book just had little glitches, but I wouldn’t lock them away.
Society is so accustomed to a status quo that crazy is used to describe anyone that doesn’t fit into it. I usually stay pretty open-minded to people. It takes a lot to shock me. Whenever there is a story about some woman that snaps and kills her husband, I think, yea I can see that. Does that make me the crazy one?
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Together forever...or not really jk
Well, the first thing I thought of upon hearing the word together is my boyfriend. But I am not going to put the sacred details of my relationship on my blog for philosophy. I feel like there’s a more appropriate venue elsewhere.
The second thing I thought of was the end of high school. It came by so fast and all these relationships with people have just become something taken for granted. I have come to the realization that I will never see more than half the people I talk to ever again. It has already begun to happen. I have already drifted apart from some and became closer with others. It’s just a never ending cycle. I cried at my eighth grade graduation because I was going to miss my friends. I only talk to one of them now. Yea, I’m going to miss a lot of people, but I can’t let it upset me. Time heals everything.
The people I do keep in my life, I know will be those who I am genuinely connected with. I really can’t wait to move on and start something new. The opportunity and unpredictability of college is what I look forward to.
The second thing I thought of was the end of high school. It came by so fast and all these relationships with people have just become something taken for granted. I have come to the realization that I will never see more than half the people I talk to ever again. It has already begun to happen. I have already drifted apart from some and became closer with others. It’s just a never ending cycle. I cried at my eighth grade graduation because I was going to miss my friends. I only talk to one of them now. Yea, I’m going to miss a lot of people, but I can’t let it upset me. Time heals everything.
The people I do keep in my life, I know will be those who I am genuinely connected with. I really can’t wait to move on and start something new. The opportunity and unpredictability of college is what I look forward to.
All by myself, Don't wanna be all by myself...
Alone…It’s hard to feel completely alone nowadays. Communication with others is always within arms length so long as I have my phone. At school, I’m constantly talking to my friends or teachers. At home, I’m with family, At work, I have to be a people-pleaser. However, after days filled with being social, I do feel the urge to be alone.
I’ve noticed recently that my patience for people has decreased a lot. I think it’s because I have to deal with difficult people all day at work. It becomes very tiring. I just want to get in a comfortable place and read or play video games or something relaxing. Some days I just want to curl up in a ball under my blankets. No, I’m not depressed or an anti-social person. I just love having some time to myself to think and wind down after a long day. The only thing is, I hate being alone when I don’t want to be. I like to stick to a healthy balance. If one is alone too much, it is impossible to benefit from interaction with others. On the other hand, solitude is necessary to develop an individual identity.
I’ve noticed recently that my patience for people has decreased a lot. I think it’s because I have to deal with difficult people all day at work. It becomes very tiring. I just want to get in a comfortable place and read or play video games or something relaxing. Some days I just want to curl up in a ball under my blankets. No, I’m not depressed or an anti-social person. I just love having some time to myself to think and wind down after a long day. The only thing is, I hate being alone when I don’t want to be. I like to stick to a healthy balance. If one is alone too much, it is impossible to benefit from interaction with others. On the other hand, solitude is necessary to develop an individual identity.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Save the Earth, Do This!
Save the Earth! We need to recycle, eat organically, and drive less. I can check none of those off my list. It’s not that I don’t care about the Earth and nature and stuff. I just feel like those will only help to beautify it. I don’t know much about global warming, so this is nowhere close to being an expert opinion. I actually welcome someone calling me out on this. There would have to be bigger change like whole civilizations altering lifestyles that have been used for decades. People don’t react well to change either.
I don’t know. I’m not sure how I feel about this topic. I will say this. I would do anything to save the Earth for this guy.
I don’t know. I’m not sure how I feel about this topic. I will say this. I would do anything to save the Earth for this guy.
Invisible
Well, I am probably very invisible. I am just a teenage girl in high school. Oh yes, my specialties include Justin Beber and texting and shopping and boys and omg shoes. How could I forget shoes? I actually do quite enjoy shoes, but that is besides the point. Most people would assume I am lazy or that I don’t care about others. You know us good for nothing teenagers only think of ourselves.
Now that I think of it, I am not just probably invisible. I am invisible. It isn’t so much to do with race like in The Invisible Man but with my age and gender. The stereotypes as previously stated are what my own mom will say about me. I literally came out of that woman, and she still refuses to listen to me, to see me. I’m not a completely typical teenage girl. I love to read graphic novels, play video games, and make lame pun jokes. I also work and pay for all my daily expenses and manage my own budget. I have worked my butt off in school to get to where I am.
But alas I am still just a teenage girl. I suppose it could be worse. I still have time to mature and develop. Hopefully, one day people will come to acknowledge me. I have always figured it is because I am young that people don’t take me seriously yet. They will all pay…jk that sounds crazy, but I do plan on proving them wrong.
For the record, I hate Justin Beber.
Now that I think of it, I am not just probably invisible. I am invisible. It isn’t so much to do with race like in The Invisible Man but with my age and gender. The stereotypes as previously stated are what my own mom will say about me. I literally came out of that woman, and she still refuses to listen to me, to see me. I’m not a completely typical teenage girl. I love to read graphic novels, play video games, and make lame pun jokes. I also work and pay for all my daily expenses and manage my own budget. I have worked my butt off in school to get to where I am.
But alas I am still just a teenage girl. I suppose it could be worse. I still have time to mature and develop. Hopefully, one day people will come to acknowledge me. I have always figured it is because I am young that people don’t take me seriously yet. They will all pay…jk that sounds crazy, but I do plan on proving them wrong.
For the record, I hate Justin Beber.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Is a man who chooses the bad perhaps in some ways better than a man who has the good imposed upon him?
I hate all these blogs where we have to chose something to review. I never know what I want to write about.
Well, this past summer I read a lot. I just get the strong urge to read sometimes. One of my favorite books is A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess.
It’s absolutely fascinating. I love the theme of choice and morality. Is one truly good if it is not by their own will? I think I just have a thing for books about free will and totalitarian governments (I like 1984 a lot too).
The only problem I could see someone having is that the book isn’t in English. It’s written in a type of Russian slang mixed with Cockney English called nadsat. However, if you’re patient, you begin to understand the language without even realizing it. Oh and I guess it is kind of dark. He does some nasty things in the beginning. It didn’t ruin the book for me, so you should be fine.
Well, this past summer I read a lot. I just get the strong urge to read sometimes. One of my favorite books is A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess.
It’s absolutely fascinating. I love the theme of choice and morality. Is one truly good if it is not by their own will? I think I just have a thing for books about free will and totalitarian governments (I like 1984 a lot too).
The only problem I could see someone having is that the book isn’t in English. It’s written in a type of Russian slang mixed with Cockney English called nadsat. However, if you’re patient, you begin to understand the language without even realizing it. Oh and I guess it is kind of dark. He does some nasty things in the beginning. It didn’t ruin the book for me, so you should be fine.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
THE BIG BOSS
It took me a while to decide which movie I should use for my review. The most recent one I have watched is The Big Boss, Bruce Lee’s first major film. It was great. It is one of those cheesy kung-fu films where the dubbing doesn’t match the actors, it is very violent, and the dialogue isn’t too deep. I loved it. I know it wasn’t supposed to be as funny as I found it to be, but I had the best time. My boyfriend and I were just saying stupid comments throughout.
The Big Boss is Bruce Lee’s debut film and came out in 1971. Bruce Lee plays Cheng, a nice guy sworn to peace, who came to visit his cousins and work with them. It was weird because for the first half Lee didn’t do much fighting. However, it got really good. When he is thrust into a revenge-fueled rage, stuff goes down. His talent can never be downplayed. Bruce Lee is a legend. Also the ending was just awesome. I have never seen the hero…well, I guess I can say since the movie has been out for like 40 years, carried away in handcuffs by the police. Yes, that is right. The hero was arrested for killing the bad guy. It is very different than how movies conventionally end. China ftw.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Art Review
Oh no…it appears I am one of those people. Those dreaded people. I am one of those uncultured Americans that does not know the first thing about art. I have never really gone to art museums, although a friend and I plan to this summer. I do not even know any contemporary artists really. What I define as good art is something that makes me think, “Wow that is really impressive,” or just makes some sort of impact on me. I am really jealous of people that are artistic too but alas that talent eludes me.
I am going to Italy this summer and absolutely cannot wait. I am actually looking forward to all of the art there since Italy is the type of country that relishes in its past. Just because I don’t know things about art, doesn’t mean I can’t admire it. During my trip, we are going to stop by and see the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel by Michelangelo. Of course I have seen it on TV and in books and stuff, but it is not the same as in person. It looks so impressive. I’m not religious either, but I can awe in something beautiful. Art should be able to surpass things like that. I feel like it’s going to be one of those experiences that take my breath away or at least I hope.
I am going to Italy this summer and absolutely cannot wait. I am actually looking forward to all of the art there since Italy is the type of country that relishes in its past. Just because I don’t know things about art, doesn’t mean I can’t admire it. During my trip, we are going to stop by and see the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel by Michelangelo. Of course I have seen it on TV and in books and stuff, but it is not the same as in person. It looks so impressive. I’m not religious either, but I can awe in something beautiful. Art should be able to surpass things like that. I feel like it’s going to be one of those experiences that take my breath away or at least I hope.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
I have the right to....
I, as a citizen of the United States, should be able to freely exercise my right to: practice any religion I so please, “bear arms” (ehh that’s kind of up to debate right now), and express myself and all that fun stuff. Oh and do not forget life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness (good movie btw). However do I feel anymore free?
Society has set such strong guidelines that make it hard to do some of these things. Anyone who practices Islam is looked to be a radical terrorist. How many times have you refrained from saying something because it might “get you in trouble” with someone? The legal system is no gem. And yes, we can pursue happiness, but how many people in the United States can truly ascend to the level they wish? There really is no “American Dream.” Those few exceptions don’t outweigh the majority. Our votes for president are just a tradition really.
Yet, I recently have felt more free. I think it is because I’ve stopped giving thought to a lot of things that used to bother me. Rights on paper have loopholes. They are a factor of what makes you feel free. You’re mind state, how you exercise them, and how you allow others to influence you are bigger determinants.
Society has set such strong guidelines that make it hard to do some of these things. Anyone who practices Islam is looked to be a radical terrorist. How many times have you refrained from saying something because it might “get you in trouble” with someone? The legal system is no gem. And yes, we can pursue happiness, but how many people in the United States can truly ascend to the level they wish? There really is no “American Dream.” Those few exceptions don’t outweigh the majority. Our votes for president are just a tradition really.
Yet, I recently have felt more free. I think it is because I’ve stopped giving thought to a lot of things that used to bother me. Rights on paper have loopholes. They are a factor of what makes you feel free. You’re mind state, how you exercise them, and how you allow others to influence you are bigger determinants.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Oh my goodness
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(This blog is exactly 250 words)
(This blog is exactly 250 words)
Monday, February 21, 2011
X Is Known
Oh boy another vague title. Okay, let’s do this.
Well, to start off, just to get the ball rolling, I know that this blog is supposed to be about Malcolm X. To me, it could go in either two directions:
1) X discovering himself.
Or
2) His prominence in today’s society
I prefer number one, so I will commence with that one.
At this point in the book, X is educating himself and is just discovering the Nation of Islam. He says that it is the first time in his life that he had ever had an important thought. He is examining himself, society and what is real and what is not. X was blown away by the rich history of his ancestry and angered that he was blinded for so long. Islam gave him an awakening experience. It was like being reborn. It gave him a new prospective on life. He no longer felt hate towards religion. His introduction to Islam came at the right time in his life. Just as he was discovering the truth, a religion that claimed to have the whole truth was presented before him. I have not finished the book, but I can imagine that it will be about X cleaning himself up and his work with human rights. None of that would have been possible if he had never discovered himself in prison.
You know what…now that I think of it, I don’t really like the second option. Skip that guys just kidding.
Well, to start off, just to get the ball rolling, I know that this blog is supposed to be about Malcolm X. To me, it could go in either two directions:
1) X discovering himself.
Or
2) His prominence in today’s society
I prefer number one, so I will commence with that one.
At this point in the book, X is educating himself and is just discovering the Nation of Islam. He says that it is the first time in his life that he had ever had an important thought. He is examining himself, society and what is real and what is not. X was blown away by the rich history of his ancestry and angered that he was blinded for so long. Islam gave him an awakening experience. It was like being reborn. It gave him a new prospective on life. He no longer felt hate towards religion. His introduction to Islam came at the right time in his life. Just as he was discovering the truth, a religion that claimed to have the whole truth was presented before him. I have not finished the book, but I can imagine that it will be about X cleaning himself up and his work with human rights. None of that would have been possible if he had never discovered himself in prison.
You know what…now that I think of it, I don’t really like the second option. Skip that guys just kidding.
X Marks The Spot
X Marks the spot. As in, that’s the goal. As in, that’s where all the ends justify the means. We are reading Malcolm X’s autobiography. It includes everything from his life. Not just all his accomplishments. It includes his messed up childhood, his hustle, his drugs, his running around with women, everything. However, I feel like he wouldn’t change a thing. He analyzes everything and sees the significance. X is aware of where he has messed up and takes full ownership. He is even thankful for some of it. Without prison, X would have never found the nation of Islam.
X marks the spot. His goals and ideology were a result of his past. What the overall “spot” is, I'm not sure. My previous knowledge tells me he aimed for a proud black race that is fully aware of themselves in the past, present, and future. That they achieve economic independence and won't allow anyone to step all over them anymore. I actually am looking forward to the rest of the book. I will probably have a better interpretation of him then.
Soo I'm not sure if how I read this blog was totally off base. I would actually like some people's thoughts if anyone bothers to read other people's blogs AND comment them :)
X marks the spot. His goals and ideology were a result of his past. What the overall “spot” is, I'm not sure. My previous knowledge tells me he aimed for a proud black race that is fully aware of themselves in the past, present, and future. That they achieve economic independence and won't allow anyone to step all over them anymore. I actually am looking forward to the rest of the book. I will probably have a better interpretation of him then.
Soo I'm not sure if how I read this blog was totally off base. I would actually like some people's thoughts if anyone bothers to read other people's blogs AND comment them :)
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Low End Theory
I’m not sure who introduced me, where it happened, or when it was that I started listening to A Tribe Called Quest, but I’m happy I do. I am a lover of quality hip hop. Not Soulja Boy. Not Flo Rida. Anyway, A Tribe Called Quest is probably one of the best rap groups from the ‘90s, and comprised of three members: Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Phife, and Jarobi (I'm pretty sure he left after the first album though). It is in contrast to the hardcore gangsta rap of the time with a more laid back even jazzy style.
I try to get everyone who hasn’t already, to listen to their music. I always recommend Low End Theory because it’s my favorite and because it is a piece of art. From the smooth flow in Jazz (We’ve Got) to the playful back and forth in Check the Rhyme, The Low End Theory is the epitome of what good hip hop should be. It's not just candy garbage with no meaning or just some dude saying how great he is the whole song. They show their talent through raw tracks that didn't require a lot of editing or that thing T-Pain uses. I can never get tired of listening to them.
Above are just a few of the songs off the album. Enjoy.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
I know this means something...
I know this means something…you are quite the sly one Mr. McCarthy with your ambiguous blog titles. Of course this has some deep, philosophical meaning that I have yet to tap in to. I will figure it out just watch.
Or…is there even anything to figure out? Do we try too hard to find a meaning? Does everything have to have some kind of meaning or can it just be? What if there is no underlying meaning? What if it is just as is…Is there such a thing?
Most words have different meanings. Situations are different to every person. Perspective is purely subjective. There is not a single meaning that this blog could have. It could be everything at once.
BAM! Nailed it.
Or…is there even anything to figure out? Do we try too hard to find a meaning? Does everything have to have some kind of meaning or can it just be? What if there is no underlying meaning? What if it is just as is…Is there such a thing?
Most words have different meanings. Situations are different to every person. Perspective is purely subjective. There is not a single meaning that this blog could have. It could be everything at once.
BAM! Nailed it.
Thee Ultimate Recipe D:
Thee ultimate recipe…hmmm...I don’t know if I have any recipe that I can consider “ultimate.” I do not really have any recipes or anything written down. I usually just cook. Well, I made my little sister some good pancakes this morning, so I will tell you how I made those. They weren’t from scratch, so it is not that impressive.
I’ll skip the obvious pouring and mixing of water into the pancake batter because that does not need any further detail. It is important to get the right consistency though. If it is too watery or too thick, the pancakes won’t come out well on the pan. Also before pouring the batter onto the pan, make sure it has butter on there to prevent sticking.
Okay, so you have your batter and your oiled pan. I like to put chopped nuts in my pancakes (if you laughed because I said nuts shut your face). All you have to do is add them straight into the batter. I also like to put strawberries as a topping instead of syrup, so then you have to wash and cut them.
When pouring pancakes, my little sister always makes the mistake of moving the bowl around to make a circle. That’s wrong. Just keep pouring in one spot and the batter will disperse. Wait until the edges of the pancake look almost done and then flip.
TADA! That is one good pancake. Repeat several times until you’re done.
I’ll skip the obvious pouring and mixing of water into the pancake batter because that does not need any further detail. It is important to get the right consistency though. If it is too watery or too thick, the pancakes won’t come out well on the pan. Also before pouring the batter onto the pan, make sure it has butter on there to prevent sticking.
Okay, so you have your batter and your oiled pan. I like to put chopped nuts in my pancakes (if you laughed because I said nuts shut your face). All you have to do is add them straight into the batter. I also like to put strawberries as a topping instead of syrup, so then you have to wash and cut them.
When pouring pancakes, my little sister always makes the mistake of moving the bowl around to make a circle. That’s wrong. Just keep pouring in one spot and the batter will disperse. Wait until the edges of the pancake look almost done and then flip.
TADA! That is one good pancake. Repeat several times until you’re done.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Cafe Jumping Bean
My restaurant that I chose to introduce to the group is called Café Jumping Bean. It is in the Pilsen neighborhood of Chicago and is one of my favorites. It is a small café on just any old street corner. One could walk right by it and never notice it. However, that is what I like about it. Café Jumping Bean is like a hidden gem.
I am a fan of bright colors and art. On the outside, Café Jumping Bean looks like it would be, well, ugly on the inside. It surprised me on my first visit. I love the brightly painted walls and the interesting photography hung everywhere. The stained glass windows and the chalk board menu add a warm feeling to the establishment, a personality. It reminds me of the kinds of houses I grew up in and how I want my future home to look.
Café Jumping Bean isn’t much of a dinner place. It is a café (as seen in the name). The sandwiches are delicious and always taste freshly made. When I went with my group, my boyfriend and I just ordered a piece of cheesecake to snack on while they ate. It was amazing. I love cheesecake and it was just the kind I like, turtle. I’m not that big of a coffee drinker, so I haven’t had any from there yet. I wouldn’t mind trying the coffee since everything else is so good.
I recommend to my group and anyone else to give Café Jumping Bean a chance. It is a great hangout for an even better price. The atmosphere is welcoming, the food tasty, and the servers are very nice.
I am a fan of bright colors and art. On the outside, Café Jumping Bean looks like it would be, well, ugly on the inside. It surprised me on my first visit. I love the brightly painted walls and the interesting photography hung everywhere. The stained glass windows and the chalk board menu add a warm feeling to the establishment, a personality. It reminds me of the kinds of houses I grew up in and how I want my future home to look.
Café Jumping Bean isn’t much of a dinner place. It is a café (as seen in the name). The sandwiches are delicious and always taste freshly made. When I went with my group, my boyfriend and I just ordered a piece of cheesecake to snack on while they ate. It was amazing. I love cheesecake and it was just the kind I like, turtle. I’m not that big of a coffee drinker, so I haven’t had any from there yet. I wouldn’t mind trying the coffee since everything else is so good.
I recommend to my group and anyone else to give Café Jumping Bean a chance. It is a great hangout for an even better price. The atmosphere is welcoming, the food tasty, and the servers are very nice.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Is King Still King?
Is Martin Luther King Jr. still the same “King” he was back then? He is known as an influential and highly respected black leader that paved the way for change. As a matter of fact, today is a national holiday in his honor. However, I recently remembered something from elementary school that made an impact on me.
My seventh grade teacher’s name was Mrs. Mitchell. She is still one of my favorite teachers by far. She was truly passionate about her job and actually cared about each one of us. We used to be her “babies.” I remember one day in class we were talking about black leaders of the past and how they influenced now. This one boy, Tavionne, was messing around in class like he always did, but Mrs. Mitchell got especially mad. I remember the whole confrontation mostly because I had never seen her get so upset.
Mrs. Mitchell: “Boy show some respect we are talking about Martin Luther King Jr. right now.”
Tavionne: “Whatever, I don’t know nothing ’bout no Martin Luther King.”
Mrs. Mitchell: “What is your problem? How can you not know?! After everything our people has gone through to get you the opportunities you have now, you don’t even educate yourself!!! This is a sad day.”
It was dead silent for a while after that. She kept on talking and everyone was listening more intently. When I look back at that moment, it just makes me think how, regardless of race, important it is to honor the past and those that were revolutionary. However, there is a difference between honoring it and living in it. We need to keep working towards progress. King should be honored now as much as he was then.
My seventh grade teacher’s name was Mrs. Mitchell. She is still one of my favorite teachers by far. She was truly passionate about her job and actually cared about each one of us. We used to be her “babies.” I remember one day in class we were talking about black leaders of the past and how they influenced now. This one boy, Tavionne, was messing around in class like he always did, but Mrs. Mitchell got especially mad. I remember the whole confrontation mostly because I had never seen her get so upset.
Mrs. Mitchell: “Boy show some respect we are talking about Martin Luther King Jr. right now.”
Tavionne: “Whatever, I don’t know nothing ’bout no Martin Luther King.”
Mrs. Mitchell: “What is your problem? How can you not know?! After everything our people has gone through to get you the opportunities you have now, you don’t even educate yourself!!! This is a sad day.”
It was dead silent for a while after that. She kept on talking and everyone was listening more intently. When I look back at that moment, it just makes me think how, regardless of race, important it is to honor the past and those that were revolutionary. However, there is a difference between honoring it and living in it. We need to keep working towards progress. King should be honored now as much as he was then.
I am a shoe
I am a shoe. Preferably a red pump. I do not need to be a name brand pump, nor do I need a huge label. A red pump makes enough of a statement without one. It can walk alone…well, with another red pump on the other foot. Red is bold and filled with life. It is in-your-face almost obnoxiously, yet it is still a classic. It is the kind of shoe that gets a double-take from others when it enters a room.
A heel says more than any flat does. A truly good pair of heels make you feel like a boss, like a somebody. Heels make you feel more fun. It is weird how clothes can make you feel one way or another, how the external effects the internal. I would love to say materialistic things don’t matter, but they kind of do. Heels give your height and your ego a boost. A little touch of daring is always nice.
I am a red pump which means more than just a shoe. A red pump to me means a time when I will not have to put necessity before preference. You see, I do not have a pair of red pumps. Yes, I know it isn’t the end of the world. I have managed fine thus far without them. I just look forward to a time when I will not have to compromise what I want for what I need. When I will be a boss, a somebody.
A heel says more than any flat does. A truly good pair of heels make you feel like a boss, like a somebody. Heels make you feel more fun. It is weird how clothes can make you feel one way or another, how the external effects the internal. I would love to say materialistic things don’t matter, but they kind of do. Heels give your height and your ego a boost. A little touch of daring is always nice.
I am a red pump which means more than just a shoe. A red pump to me means a time when I will not have to put necessity before preference. You see, I do not have a pair of red pumps. Yes, I know it isn’t the end of the world. I have managed fine thus far without them. I just look forward to a time when I will not have to compromise what I want for what I need. When I will be a boss, a somebody.
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