the more you know the more you grow

I think that the website about myths and creation was really interesting. I think that it is really important for people to study and compare myths and creations from around the world because it helps all of us to better understand one another. I think that people who are uneducated are very ignorant and often judgmental. I think that if is a very good idea for everyone to learn whatever they can about different cultures and regions. I love learning and gathering new information because it makes me feel like I am well versed and more open to different ways of thinking. A lot of people are so stuck in there ways simply because they do not know anything else. The more you know the more you grow. I think that statement is very true, the more knowledge you gain the more you grow mentally and socially. So I liked that this website gave us information on myths from all over the world. I like to feel like I am connected and that by obtaining new information I can be knowledgeable about different countries all over the world.

we are all the same

From the beginning of the story Lily’s character seems to be almost unaware or at least acts as though she was unaware of the color differences. She was not racist at all and she truly felt that we are all just people, love is love. As the novel progresses she begins to get a better understanding of the different races, I think she is maturing and realizing the differences and that the black and whites were treated differently. I do not think that Lily was ever a racist, however I think she did in some ways have an understanding of what roles each race should play. In her household she knew that the servant was black, and throughout her community this was so. This did not mean she treated the servants badly, however she did feel that was the role they belonged in.. As the novel progresses she finds herself realizing that the world that she knew is not how it is. That the black and the whites, can be whoever they want to be and it is not dependent on there color to make them who they are. The author did a great job portraying Lily’s maturity and growth throughout the story and she grows very close to August, May, and June and she eventually loves them as her own family. Lily goes through what I would like to call an evolution throughout this novel. She goes from merely accepting what she knows, to defying the rules and her customs and stepping outside that box to let love in. She realized that we are all the same, we all love the same, and it didn’t matter the color of your skin, but instead the love you had to give.

A friday i will never forget

Pg1326
This prompt confused me a little bit, however I am going to go with my gut on what I think the question is asking. Oh and warning I am not a great story teller but I am going to try.
I remember it like it was yesterday, it was a very warm summers day, a Friday I believe, during summer break. My mom decided we would go to the park that day, “get out of the house,” she said. So we all hopped in the van, yes we had a minivan, it was my mom, my youngest sister Sam, and I. We all buckled up and made our way to the store, we were going to pick up a few things so we could have a picnic, then we packed up and headed on. At the time we lived in east Lancaster and we were heading out to Apollo Park, so it was quite a ride. Ten minutes into the drive my little sister, who was two, was getting fussy in the backseat. So mom told me to give her something to play with to keep her content. I looked around the car and found a necklace, one I had made a while back with my bead kit, it seemed to catch her eye. I gave her the necklace and a few minutes later she had quieted down. Finally, some peace. A minute or so later I looked back to check on her and saw the beads all over the floor and then I looked up at Sam and she was turning almost a shade of blue. I started to yell “stop, stop, it’s Sam, she’s blue.” My mom immediately pulled off the side of the road and went to grab my sister. I then went to the back of the van and try to help my mom, she told me to call for help. I called for help and in the mean time my mom was trying to dislodge the bead from her airways, my mom was an RN so luckily she knew what she was doing. I was no help, in the background flipping out, panicking, I could barely breath myself. I was waiting for what seemed like forever, when I heard my sister gasp for air. My mom started crying and picked my little sister up, we all began to weep. I was so thankful to have heard that little breath, it was like for just a minute the whole earth stood still and all I could hear was the sound of her heart, it was music to our ears. Minutes later the paramedics arrived and checked my sister, they told us that if she would have gone without notice for one more minute she probably wouldn’t have made it. The paramedics checked Sam out and said “she should be fine, you guys are all lucky.” I was so happy, but at the same time I felt such an enormous amount of guilt. I knew that the only reason that my sister had nearly died was because of me. Who gives a two year old a necklace made out of little plastic beads. I felt so horrible, it was like the whole world was resting on my shoulders, that’s the weight of the guilt I was holding. I picked up my little sister and rested my hand over her heart, it was the only thing I could do to keep me from bursting out in tears. I knew that it was only by the grace of God that she was still with us. After the crowd that had gathered, disbursed, we got back in the car and headed home. The day defiantly did not go as planned, but we were just thankful to all have each other.


I am not sure what animal I would compare my feelings of guilt to. All I know is that to this day, before I go to bed I go in and feel my sisters heartbeat, just to know everything is ok.

suicide..hm

Writing topic pg 1211 #2
Is suicide ever justified?

I think that the topic of suicide is one of great complexity, it is not a black and white issue, it goes much deeper then yes or no. My personal belief is that suicide is wrong, and I personally do not agree with it. But the question was not do I agree with it, it was is it ever justified. I think that suicide can be justified in certain situations. There are things like assisted suicide and being asked to have the plug pulled if you are said to be brain dead. I think that suicide that occurs because someone is emotional suffering and is not able to discuss how there feeling, so in that misery takes there life is not justified. I think that for something such as depression, heartbreak, things such as that there is a better way to deal with it rather than giving up. However I think there are exceptions to every rule. If you are in psychical pain and you are suffering from an illness in which you are told you have only a few days to live and those days are full of physical pain, then I feel that assisted suicide is somewhat justified. I personally would not do it, however I feel that if you are in great physical pain to the point where there is nothing that can help you then it may be the best option. I also know that if people are going into major surgery then they are asked to sign a DNR. To me this is a form of assisted suicide, I believe that this is justifiable because if you know that your quality of life is going to be very poor then why live. I feel that if a person is going to be brain dead to the point where they are no longer able to function on there own and be a burden to t ones around them then there life on earth is probably not worth living. If you are unable to shower for yourself, or communicate with loved ones, your not really living anyways. I am though completely against the act of suicide, as I said before when it comes to emotional pain I think that there is better ways to handle it such as therapy, rather then drowning yourself with pills and alcohol and ending your life.

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Writing topic #1 pg. 937

Having the person that you love not even acknowledge your existence, is like standing in a crowded room butt naked and no one even give you a double take. Have you ever been so in love with someone, and I mean truly in love with them and they are so obliviously to it. The guy that you have grown up with, you even took baths together as babies, it’s the guy that you tell everything to, the one who knows your deepest fears and regrets, its your best friend, and the one you love. The worst feeling in the world is loving someone who doesn’t even know your there. Sure he knows you as being “like a sister,” “best friend,” or
“one of the guys.” When all of those are great titles but you only want to be known as “the one.” No matter how hard you try to get over it and realize you will never be more than friends all you can think about is being with that person. Seeing the person that you are in love with everyday and not being able to be with them is like, drowning in an ocean and the life preserve is just past the tip of your fingers. Needless to say I have been in love with my bet friend for many years now and it feels like I am suffocating not being able to tell him how I feel. I know that I could easily tell him and see how he reacts, but we have such an amazing friendship that I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize it. Then there is the side of me that thinks, but what if he feels the same way, this could be the one and I am just going to sit back and let the chance slip away. The decision of whether to tell or not tell is like betting double or nothing. If I tell and he feels the same way, this could possibly be my future husband. And we live happily ever after. Or I could tell and he doesn’t feel the same way at all and I lose my best friend. I have kept it inside for a long time and I think that it is probably best I continue to do so. We did tell each other though, that if we are both single and haven’t had any children by time were thirty then we will marry each other, so I guess that is plan B? lol. I just need to keep those girls off him for a few more years.

I prefer...

Pg 825 writing topic 1

I can only speak for myself when I say that yes I do have a “type” and in my opinion everyone has a “type.” Some maybe would call it a preference rather than a “type” because often times we will date someone that is not our “type,” so a more accurate word maybe preference. Psychically I prefer a man who is African American, bigger build, tall, light eyes, and a great smile. That is my preference or what I am typically attracted too, however will I talk to someone who does not meet that criteria yes. I think that “types” are in some way used as a general guideline of what you are looking for. For instance most people have a certain “type” of vehicle they like whether that be a van, truck, or car it is all about preference. If I usually only buy mini vans that would be my “type,” however if the sales man shows me a crossover vehicle that meets my needs I can easily be persuaded to go that direction. So I guess what I am saying is that yes I do think that everyone has a “type” however are most of us willing to go outside of those configurations yes.
I am really unsure of where “types” come from. I know for me personally I grew up in a predominantly African American community so I was naturally attracted to men of that race. I am sure for some people that are raised in a certain culture such as Muslims, there “type” would probably be a man who is of Muslim religion. I think that most of our preferences are developed in our early stages of development. I also think that we tend to look for our mothers or fathers in our spouse that we choose. Not in some creepy way, but the things that you love in your parent you look for in your spouse, and the things you don’t like you tend to look for the opposite. For instance, my dad is heavier set and I look for that in a man because I feel safe and secure with a larger man. Also my father is extremely passive and since I do not like that quality in him I tend to look for a man who is very aggressive. I know that there truly is someone for everyone in the world but I am not sure just how it is we come to find each other.

Independent woman

Writing topic pg 783
I am a twenty year old women who grew up knowing that I could be whatever I wanted to be. When I was little I would always tell my mom that I wanted to be a King, she said “Sure honey you can be whatever you want, but why a King not a Queen?” I would say “Because everyone listens to the boys.” It was at that time when my mom wanted to make sure I knew that I didn’t have to be a boy to be heard. My mother stayed at home while we were little, but before we were born she was an RN and only stopped to see us through our first five years, before school. My parents always made sure that I knew that I could be whomever and do whatever I wanted in life. I have an extreme type of personality so when you tell me I am just as good as someone else and that I need to be independent I take that to the max. I think that in this world today there are still many people who consider women to be the weaker gender. I know that thru the years we have evolved to the idea that women do not have to cook and clean all day and bow down to their man. However, do I think that men are completely comfortable that women are holding a lot of the top positions at big name companies? No. I personally am a big activist for women’s rights and equal rights and I think that there shouldn’t be any barriers, weather that be race, religion, sexual orientation, gender, we are all people. Although I do realize that there is a lot of work that needs to be done for the rest of the world to agree with that theory. I also need to take a step back with my own journey of becoming an independent and respected women. I am so caught up in proving that I can be the best, make good money, have a great job, be strong and independent that I am unable to let a man in at all. I often times find myself paying when I go out with someone, not because he doesn’t offer, but because I refuse. I also tend to get upset when a man assumes he needs to help me to my door. I kick myself for it afterwards, and realize hello its called “being a gentleman.” I need to find that middle ground of standing up for who I am as a women, but also letting a man be a man. In regards to Woolf’s attitudes about women I thin that it still is relevant. We as a nation are constantly evolving, but we are not there yet.