As I was watching The Mentalist repeats the other night I stumbled across some Frost references. I apologize for not being able to find the episode or remembering the quote, but Simon Baker began talking about reparing bridges and fences then he proceeds to quote Frost: "good fences make good neighbors". The Frost reference was obvious, and goes to show how literature appears everywhere in our lives and is even on nationwide television, and is present in our favorite shows.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Kafka Critic
I found an article here that is very long and somewhat dense but I thought the writer had some interesting thoughts about Kafka's work. The writer, Alexander Provan, claimed that "The principal subject of Kafka's novels is not the mess of bureaucracy as such but rather alienation in the age of office jobs, assembly lines and advanced nation-states", which relates to both Gregor and Georg. He also described "Kafkaesque" as "a phrase that has come to represent very much about modern life while signifying very little"
Icebreaker
It seems that writing was the only tool Franz could use to release his inner feeling, and truly have an identity. He is frozen by his surrounding society, but breaks through, reaching to others with his writing
Kafka and Postmodernism
http://voices.yahoo.com/kafka-postmodernism-38542.html?cat=38
Here is an interesting take on the postmodernism and Kafka.
The author goes into a deep description with evidence about the vision he thinks Kafka has about death. We see Gregor ultimately give up on life in the end, which the author describes with his connection in Kafka's storytelling.
Just another take on the multiple thoughts people have about Kafka and his writing. We will never know exactly what Kafka was thinking when he wrote his stories, but thats the beauty of it. Discussion and thoughts like these make Kafka's stories so great, there is never one definitive correct answer.
Here is an interesting take on the postmodernism and Kafka.
The author goes into a deep description with evidence about the vision he thinks Kafka has about death. We see Gregor ultimately give up on life in the end, which the author describes with his connection in Kafka's storytelling.
Just another take on the multiple thoughts people have about Kafka and his writing. We will never know exactly what Kafka was thinking when he wrote his stories, but thats the beauty of it. Discussion and thoughts like these make Kafka's stories so great, there is never one definitive correct answer.
Seinfeld and Kafka
http://splitsider.com/2011/07/seinfeld-the-most-kafkaesque-show-on-television/
Here is a great article that I found that is a persuasive argument about Seinfeld being the most "Kafkaesque" show to ever be on TV. Being a Seinfeld fan myself I noticed after reading Kafka, there a many connections between the two.
This also speaks volumes about how Kafka has left his mark on this earth, even years after his death. He will be remembered forever for his storytelling, no matter how society or the world has changed.
Here is a great article that I found that is a persuasive argument about Seinfeld being the most "Kafkaesque" show to ever be on TV. Being a Seinfeld fan myself I noticed after reading Kafka, there a many connections between the two.
This also speaks volumes about how Kafka has left his mark on this earth, even years after his death. He will be remembered forever for his storytelling, no matter how society or the world has changed.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Interesting Interpretation: Short Film: Metamorphosis
Franz Kafka Love Song
I found this funny song that is basically a love song about the metamorphosis. It makes the story sound more upbeat than it actually is. The song is supposed to be from Gregors' point of view, but instead him being a gross bug, the song is calling him a love bug. Its suppose to be a love song from Gregor.
Kafka Quote
"You can hold yourself back from sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid" - Kafka
I thought this quote that he said really related to all of his stories because some of his most noticeable points in his stories are the idea of freedom and suffering. This quote relates the two together.
Kafka Manuscript
Kafka's Manuscript of "The Trial" was auctioned by Sotheby's in London on Nov. 17 1988 for $1.98 million. The auctioneer believed that it should have been sold for $4mil. Its amazing how $1.89 mil for 316 pages can be considered a good deal...
Kafka fun facts as they relate to the stories we've read
Since most of the Kafka stories we've read relate to one animal or another, I thought this was interesting.
After he became a vegetarian, Kafka went to the Berlin Aquarium, stood in front of the tanks, looked at the fish and said (out loud), "Now at last I can look at you in peace. I don't eat you anymore."
Another fun fact is that Kafka wrote "The Judgment" in one nights time because he had a burst or creativity.
After he became a vegetarian, Kafka went to the Berlin Aquarium, stood in front of the tanks, looked at the fish and said (out loud), "Now at last I can look at you in peace. I don't eat you anymore."
Another fun fact is that Kafka wrote "The Judgment" in one nights time because he had a burst or creativity.
Theatrical Spin off of A Report to an Academy coming soon to new york.
A new production of a familiar Franz Kafka short story is being created and will premiere April 3rd 2013 in New York at the Baryshnikov Arts Center. It's title, "Kafka's Monkey" is a spinoff of "A Report to an Academy". We should definitely have a class field trip to see this.
Comment on Live performance of "The Metamorphosis"
I relieved enjoyed the live performance of the "The Metamorphosis" at the Brooklyn Academy of Music posted by Elijah. It's nice to finally get a visual perspective of Gregor Samsa in the story for once other than just in Crumb's cartoon illustrations. The affect of him climbing on the walls also is a great touch.
Scene from 'Metamorphosis' Live
Actor Gisli Orn Gardarsson narrates his performance of Franz Kafka’s novel, 'The Metamorphosis'. This show was presented at the Brooklyn Academy of Music by the Lyric Hammersmith of London and Vesturport Theater of Reykjavik. This is an interesting perspective to be heard.
Enjoy!
http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2010/12/03/theater/20101203-metamorphosis.html?ref=reviews
Enjoy!
http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2010/12/03/theater/20101203-metamorphosis.html?ref=reviews
I was reading this short fable by Kafka, and instantly thought of "The Metamorphosis". It is about a mouse who throughout his life, spent most of his days running around, admiring the size and vastness of the world around him. One day he realizes that the walls of great size are actually getting smaller, and therefore limits where he can run. The mouse soon runs into a corner and meets a Cat. This was his last encounter. Can we connect this to "The Metamorphosis" and how Gregor's job could be the walls growing smaller and smaller in his life and eventually leads to his final 'trap'?
Link below--
http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/LittFabl.shtml
Link below--
http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/LittFabl.shtml
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Saturday, December 1, 2012
"A Report for an Academy" and Life of Pi
I was reading Life of Pi and this part in chapter 4 that reminded me a lot of "A Report for an Academy". In the book, the boy, Pi, lives on a zoo. He talks about people that come to visit the zoo and say that when animals are in the wild they are "happy" and "free", and that they have all these ideas about wild animals like lions and cheetahs running on the savannah, hunting and eating happily, and looking after their family and young. All in all, they envision the animals with a happy life. However, Pi knows that none of that is true. All animals (including humans) are territorial and run completely on a schedule based on their surroundings (which they grow very accustom and attached to). Even in the zoo, when one little thing is changed, the animals react a odd ways. They certainly wouldn't be able to have a comfortable schedule in the wild, and in the zoo they get a care they need while still able to live in a semi-natural habitat (a man-made area that replicates their normal home). It reminded me of Red Peter and our conversation about freedom and a way out. It made me think 'if freedom really it's all cracked up to be?' Red Peter, while comfortable in his ignorance and freedom, knew that once he dabbled in education and human ways, he could never go back. The animals in Pi's zoo are similar. They may not be able to fully tell the difference between real freedom and zoo-freedom, but they have better care and healthier, safer lives.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Kafka Quote
This is a quote from Kafka that I found. It reminded me of when we talked about how he didn't identify with being Jewish and he didn't really fit in or try to fit in, which could be him "following his most intense obsessions", in a way. It also made me think of his completely original and unusual writing themes. Stories about boys becoming men or things of the like that we have studied so far are rather common; it is not often that you read a novela about a man who turns into a giant bug, or a story about an ape that casually becomes a human. Kafka stands out and does not "edit his own soul". I think he is a great example of staying true to yourself and self-expression.
Kafka love at first sight
I found this interesting article today while searching for some Kafka topics, and it even brings another book, unknown to us, into play. Check it out
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/jan/15/john-banville-kafka-trial-rereading
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/jan/15/john-banville-kafka-trial-rereading
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Kafka's Life
We all know Kafka to be a pretty weird guy who writes crazy stories about bugs and people starving for fun. That might have been the sole reason why he could't hold a relationship all his life! I found a cool article/biography about Kafka and on the fifth paragraph from the top, it talks about his relationships and then what he did with his writing.
Article
Article
Monday, November 26, 2012
"Kafkaesque"
We have our own ideas about what is "kafkaesque", but I wanted to look it up to see how it is defined by others and it is actually in the Merriam-Webster Dictionary. The dictionary defines kafkaesque as "of, relating to, or suggestive of Franz Kafka or his writings; especially : having nightmarishly complex, bizarre, or illogical quality." I just thought that summed up Kafka's voice and vision quite well.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Kafka's Depression
I was reading another article which was just a biography of Kafka, but it really emphasized the sadness in his life immediately. In this first paragraph it spoke about his problems with his father as well as the death of his two siblings at very young ages. It was followed by the quote, "
A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die". This quote for me definitely gave me a better understanding with where Kafka was emotionally through his life.
If you want to look at the biography, here's the link: http://www.biography.com/people/franz-kafka-9359401
Kakfa Quotes
http://www.csmonitor.com/Books/2012/0703/Franz-Kafka-10-quotes-on-his-birthday/The-power-of-believing
I just thought these quotes were cool and some of them really reflect some of the aspects of Kafka we've been focusing on throughout reading his stories with tone and mood.
I just thought these quotes were cool and some of them really reflect some of the aspects of Kafka we've been focusing on throughout reading his stories with tone and mood.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Identity
“This inescapable duty to observe oneself: if someone else is observing me, naturally I have to observe myself too; if none observe me, I have to observe myself all the closer” -Franz Kafka
I found this quote from Franz Kafka off of the website thinkexist.com.
I have been interested in Gregor's identity and how he really views himself. I was interested in if he views himself as a bug or a as the person he used to be. I think that it can be a combination of both and he sees himself as both bug and human. I think there are some context clues that point out that Gregor is somewhat confused on his identity.
I found this quote from Franz Kafka off of the website thinkexist.com.
I have been interested in Gregor's identity and how he really views himself. I was interested in if he views himself as a bug or a as the person he used to be. I think that it can be a combination of both and he sees himself as both bug and human. I think there are some context clues that point out that Gregor is somewhat confused on his identity.
Meowmorphosis
http://icanhas.cheezburger.com/tag/franz-kafka
I encourage all of you to watch this video of a MEOWmorphosis.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Here is a funny picture I found that relates back to the first chapter we read of "The Metamorphosis".
Funny Picture
Funny Picture
The Metamorphosis
This is a picture I found of "The Metamorphosis". It ties in with our conversation yesterday about whether Gregor was more man-like or bug-like because it shows both. His initial appearance is the bug that he has turned into, but his shadow is the man that he was. I think that it could also show that even though others see his as the horrible bug, he knows that he is still himself, and that he is just as afraid of the bug as they are.
Monday, November 12, 2012
Kafka and the Beauty and the Beast
I apologize for the fact that this document is incomplete (you have to buy it) but I read the preview and it seemed really interesting. http://www.jstor.org/discover/10.2307/27713629?uid=3739576&uid=2129&uid=2&uid=70&uid=4&uid=3739256&sid=21101429397777
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Franz Kafka rock song from "Home Movies" on cartoon network
Found a funny song from Cartoon Newtwork's show on adult swim "Home Movies" about Franz Kafka.
Franz Kafka rock song
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Frost best poem?
I was interested in seeing what frost most famous poem ever written and i looked on line and didn't see any of the poems we read in class. The poem that came up the most as his best was "The Road Not taken." I read the poem and actually enjoyed it the slightest bit. It's about a man who stands in the woods and comes upon a fork in the road. He chooses one and decides to take the other one another day. I don't want to say anymore and give it away but its a great poem and you guys should read it.
View of the convict in GE
Every time I think about the first scene in "Great Expectations" with Pip and the convict I always think back to Switchblade Sam from Dennis the Menace. In my mind that is the convict. Switchblade same
Unfortunately in the GE movie the convict looks like this GE convict a few minutes in disappointing.
Views of Birches and a Reading from Frost himself
Frost reading Birches
"Birches" can be read with two different views depending on the readers view. If you read it with a childish/naive views then you have just read a story about the fun that boys have when they're young but must soon grow up.
On the other hand "Birches" can be read with a more mature/sexual view(Because Frost was not afraid to get a little dirty in his poems) then you would be reading a story about a boys playing with birches (masturbation), but eventually having to grow up and move on the bigger and better things(real women)
Also while you're listening to the Frost read "Birches" on the link, also read the "Everyday Harkness discussion going on with the people in the comment box.
"Birches" can be read with two different views depending on the readers view. If you read it with a childish/naive views then you have just read a story about the fun that boys have when they're young but must soon grow up.
On the other hand "Birches" can be read with a more mature/sexual view(Because Frost was not afraid to get a little dirty in his poems) then you would be reading a story about a boys playing with birches (masturbation), but eventually having to grow up and move on the bigger and better things(real women)
Also while you're listening to the Frost read "Birches" on the link, also read the "Everyday Harkness discussion going on with the people in the comment box.
Friday, October 26, 2012
Robert Frost Symbols
http://www.maturskiradovi.net/forum/attachment.php?aid=1821
Obviously i'm not thinking anyone is going to full on read this whole thing, because I definitely didn't. But just skimming through, a lot of this shows an interesting perspective on symbols and motifs found in robert frost poetry. It also talks about meanings for some of his poems but they aren't ones that we have read but it gives off a good vibe towards Frost's style.
Obviously i'm not thinking anyone is going to full on read this whole thing, because I definitely didn't. But just skimming through, a lot of this shows an interesting perspective on symbols and motifs found in robert frost poetry. It also talks about meanings for some of his poems but they aren't ones that we have read but it gives off a good vibe towards Frost's style.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Is Frost an innovator?
I was reading an article about Robert Frost on a website called the Poetry Foundation and the writer claims that "Although he avoids traditional verse forms and only uses rhyme erratically, Frost is not an innovator and his technique is never experimental." I don't know whether to agree with this or not...Occasionally Frost would write poems that didn't follow the form of a petrarchan or shakespearean sonnet. Doesn't that mean he was an innovator and experimental?
Stay Golden Ponyboy
As I was thinking about Frost tonight it hit me. One of the most memorable movie quotes is actually a line from Robert Frost's poetry. Although we didn't read the poem I'm sure we all know the quote from the Outsider's "nothing gold can stay". The quote is actually the title of one of Frost's poems called precisely "Nothing Gold Can Stay". I just thought that this was a good reading of the poem, and will bring back memories of the fantastic book. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TwJ-ppxCGPk
A Short Frost Biography
This is a short biography about Frost that I found when I was looking for more information about his affair that we talked about this morning. You can read it here, it is pretty quick, but it gives a nice overview of his work life and dabbles in his personal life. I was disappointed that it doesn't mention his affair, although it does mention Elinor.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
"Walk The Line"
In the movie, "Walk The Line", there is a scene where Johnny Cash's brother is working to cut wood. Johnny is a young boy, and his brother Jack is about 15 years old. Here is a description of his death "Cash was very close to his older brother, Jack. In May 1944, Jack was pulled into a whirling head saw in the mill where he worked and was almost cut in two. He suffered for over a week before he died on May 20, 1944, at age 15. Cash often spoke of the horrible guilt he felt over this incident. According to Cash: The Autobiography, his father was away that morning, but he and his mother, and Jack himself, all had premonitions or a sense of foreboding about that day, causing his mother to urge Jack to skip work and go fishing with his brother. Jack insisted on working, as the family needed the money. On his deathbed, Jack said he had visions of heaven and angels. Decades later, Cash spoke of looking forward to meeting his brother in heaven." This is very similar to "Out, Out--", where the boy makes a request on his death bed, and then, is gone. He is also a boy doing a "man's work", like Jack.
Quote
This is a Robert Frost Quote that I read on Brainy Quote, I thought you guys would find it interesting and it reminded me of when we began the poetry unit and were asked to come up with our own definition of poetry and what makes good poetry. --
"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words."
Monday, October 22, 2012
Frost Themes of Mending Wall
This is pretty interesting, and puts what we've discussed in class into a very summarized way.
http://www.shmoop.com/mending-wall/themes.html
http://www.shmoop.com/mending-wall/themes.html
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Dickens use of ambition through Pip....
Now that we are getting pretty deep into Great Expectations something that really stood out to me was the way Dickens is using ambition through Pip.
After getting his first real taste of the upper class society and people with the Havisham's, Pip was instantly hooked. He falls in love with this way of life and the people (Estella). We soon start to see that this is what Pip wants, he does not want to be apart of the "common people" he wants to live big and be successful in this thought of money, status, and love.
We see this ambition as he repeatedly goes to the Havisham's for months and through his talks with Joe. But, as the days and weeks go by we start to see Pip change. He starts to separate himself from his family and friends(Biddy). He starts to lose his honesty and the way of life he use to live. I see him as a person who started to be ashamed of his life, family and friends after being exposed to the high society of life.
I see this as Dickens trying to show us that even though ambition is great, moving away from your roots sometimes hurts you in the end. Sometimes our ambition exposes us to the "better things" (wether they really are better or not) and we cant adjust back. We only have read a chapter after Pips life was flipped upside down when Miss Havisham abandoned him, but I think Dickens is saying to always stay with your roots in a sense, they are the reason you are today.
I also see a little bit of Dickens showing us that our ambition can sometimes leave us in the dust.
After getting his first real taste of the upper class society and people with the Havisham's, Pip was instantly hooked. He falls in love with this way of life and the people (Estella). We soon start to see that this is what Pip wants, he does not want to be apart of the "common people" he wants to live big and be successful in this thought of money, status, and love.
We see this ambition as he repeatedly goes to the Havisham's for months and through his talks with Joe. But, as the days and weeks go by we start to see Pip change. He starts to separate himself from his family and friends(Biddy). He starts to lose his honesty and the way of life he use to live. I see him as a person who started to be ashamed of his life, family and friends after being exposed to the high society of life.
I see this as Dickens trying to show us that even though ambition is great, moving away from your roots sometimes hurts you in the end. Sometimes our ambition exposes us to the "better things" (wether they really are better or not) and we cant adjust back. We only have read a chapter after Pips life was flipped upside down when Miss Havisham abandoned him, but I think Dickens is saying to always stay with your roots in a sense, they are the reason you are today.
I also see a little bit of Dickens showing us that our ambition can sometimes leave us in the dust.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Cool Frost Interview
Link
Here is a link to a cool Frost interview that I found while trying to find some cool facts about Frost. The interview starts a little ways down the page and it is definitely worth reading... at least some of it being that it very long. Enjoy!
Here is a link to a cool Frost interview that I found while trying to find some cool facts about Frost. The interview starts a little ways down the page and it is definitely worth reading... at least some of it being that it very long. Enjoy!
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Life Changing Moment At Mickey D's
Have you ever gone to a McDonalds on gone on the playscape? Well going on McDonalds have brought many happy nostalgic memories to kids when they think back to their elementary days. Except the fact that sometimes they are filled with half eaten chicken mcnuggets and disgusting fish fillets left behind by fat cake loving kindergartners, what else could go wrong on these playscapes? Nothing, right? Think again.
On a nebulous day in mid winter as a kindergartner coming back from a relatives my dad stopped at a McDonalds on a highway to grab something to eat. Because the drive through line was way too long he decided to go inside the old school way. Once we got in I looked to my left and saw a sight I never seen before. The biggest McDonalds playscape of all time. This giant playscape of fun was like seeing your first shot go through the hoop as a toddler. I begged and tugged my dads pants to let me run through a few times while he ate. He eventually acquiesced and I ran through that door to the playscape like Precious would have gone through a Popeyes chicken door after not starving for three days.
What I didn't know was what I was about to experience.
Everything was great, it even had a ball pit! I was swimming through a pool of plastic balls for the first time of my life. I eventually climbed up to top of the playscape and saw my dad gesturing to come down. Now, this was not your typical McDonalds playscape, this was a McDonalds playscape on a steroid and protein shake rage. If you were to make an analogy to this playscape you would call it the "Mount Everest of McDonalds playscapes." I turned to my left to start to take my journey down and saw a 150 pound square of a kid munching on two big macs who I had no chance of getting by, mind you I was a 50 pound kindergartner. I then quickly turned to my right and saw a pack of 10 kids rushing up. I was trapped and started to panic, I started screaming and thought my life was coming to an end. I didnt know what to do. Was heaven real? Better yet, do they have McDonalds in heaven? I then decided it wasnt worth the risk and decided to become a man. I ran to my left with courage and mental strength and while I saw my life flashing in front of my eyes I smacked the big mac out of the fat kids hands and somehow lowered my shoulder and ran him over. I kept running and didnt look back as I thought the kid was trying to get me. I eventually made it to the bottom and ran out of there like a Hamptons housewife would have if they ever came close to eating a big mac after a spinning work out.
Ever since then I realized what life was about. I realized sometimes you have to have the courage to get through tough situations, and you need to stay as calm as possible. This gave me a whole new perspective of life. One that was brighter and happier. Without that incident in that playscape, I wouldnt be the man I am today.
On a nebulous day in mid winter as a kindergartner coming back from a relatives my dad stopped at a McDonalds on a highway to grab something to eat. Because the drive through line was way too long he decided to go inside the old school way. Once we got in I looked to my left and saw a sight I never seen before. The biggest McDonalds playscape of all time. This giant playscape of fun was like seeing your first shot go through the hoop as a toddler. I begged and tugged my dads pants to let me run through a few times while he ate. He eventually acquiesced and I ran through that door to the playscape like Precious would have gone through a Popeyes chicken door after not starving for three days.
What I didn't know was what I was about to experience.
Everything was great, it even had a ball pit! I was swimming through a pool of plastic balls for the first time of my life. I eventually climbed up to top of the playscape and saw my dad gesturing to come down. Now, this was not your typical McDonalds playscape, this was a McDonalds playscape on a steroid and protein shake rage. If you were to make an analogy to this playscape you would call it the "Mount Everest of McDonalds playscapes." I turned to my left to start to take my journey down and saw a 150 pound square of a kid munching on two big macs who I had no chance of getting by, mind you I was a 50 pound kindergartner. I then quickly turned to my right and saw a pack of 10 kids rushing up. I was trapped and started to panic, I started screaming and thought my life was coming to an end. I didnt know what to do. Was heaven real? Better yet, do they have McDonalds in heaven? I then decided it wasnt worth the risk and decided to become a man. I ran to my left with courage and mental strength and while I saw my life flashing in front of my eyes I smacked the big mac out of the fat kids hands and somehow lowered my shoulder and ran him over. I kept running and didnt look back as I thought the kid was trying to get me. I eventually made it to the bottom and ran out of there like a Hamptons housewife would have if they ever came close to eating a big mac after a spinning work out.
Ever since then I realized what life was about. I realized sometimes you have to have the courage to get through tough situations, and you need to stay as calm as possible. This gave me a whole new perspective of life. One that was brighter and happier. Without that incident in that playscape, I wouldnt be the man I am today.
Friday, October 12, 2012
A Day That Changed My Life
A day that changed my life took place around 6 years ago. I was at nationals for hockey in Worcester Pennsylvania. My team had made it to the quarter finals against the Little Caesars. We had a long and hard fought game that ended in regulation with a 1-1 tie. We had scored second late in the third period to keep us alive. going into over time we thought we had the momentum on the other team from our third period goal to tie up the game. The game was rough and the other team started to push us around more about half way through overtime. We kept with them until 47 seconds left, when they scored on a three on one rush down the ice. The whole team was crushed. Half of us were almost in tears, and the other half were silent. We shook their hands and then slowly made our way to the locker room. We were devastated and heartbroken. We had made it so far, but lost it in the matter of seconds. After the game the team went back to the hotel and packed our stuff to go home. It was about a nine hour drive back home. The car ride was dead silent the whole way.
When I got home i was greeted by one of my two dogs, and that was unusual because my other dog always greeted me when i came home. I asked where he was and my parents told me to take a seat on the coach, so i did. They then told me that they had to put him down because he had tumor in his heart and it was basically drowning him. I burst out into tears. This had been the hardest day of my life.
This day changed my life because i had experienced two heartbreaks in one day. This made me realize how fast something can go wrong, and change the way you view life. I started to realize how much you had to cherish all the good things that you have in life because you never know what could happen to them. They could be taken away from you in a split second.
When I got home i was greeted by one of my two dogs, and that was unusual because my other dog always greeted me when i came home. I asked where he was and my parents told me to take a seat on the coach, so i did. They then told me that they had to put him down because he had tumor in his heart and it was basically drowning him. I burst out into tears. This had been the hardest day of my life.
This day changed my life because i had experienced two heartbreaks in one day. This made me realize how fast something can go wrong, and change the way you view life. I started to realize how much you had to cherish all the good things that you have in life because you never know what could happen to them. They could be taken away from you in a split second.
Defining moments
One day that altered my life significantly was 3 years ago. The day was in July at around 11a.m. It was the day my dad had a mild heart attack. The day altered my entire life. It changed many of my family and I's lifestyle choices. It was completely different. I went to the gym almost everyday, and our family ate competely different. It also changed my outlook on life. My view of life became much more positive and hopeful. Also I began to appreciate my life more and came to the realization that life is short and you have to appreciate it.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
life changing moment
2 years ago my family got a dog, his name is Pudge. When we first got him i didn't really care, thought it was just a stupid dog. But after a while i realized he was more then just a dog, like he is my boy now. Never had a pet before, so i didn't know what it was like. He is like a best friend to me, when i wake up he is wagging his tail at me looking to play, when i get home he always runs to the door. And it's the small things he does to, he is always with me, he does't get mad, he doesn't yell, he is always happy. Pudge now happens to be my best friend, first day i got him i laughed when i saw him, because he was looking at me with this weird face and his tongue hanging out, i would of never thought that day that this dog would mean anything to me. Today i view pudge as a friend and I'm glad to have him.
My Life Changing Link
I first started at Webster Hill Elementary School, a local public school near my house. It was great because I could walk to school and all the kids from my neighborhood went there. Then in the middle of my third grade year, a boy in my class wrote a "death note" to me in his journal. I have no idea why and neither did the school. The problem wasn't necessarily what the boy wrote, for he was only 8 years old. My parents had an issue with how the school handled the situation; the teacher never told my parents about it because the school was going to pretend it had never happened. As a third grader, I didn't really know what was going on/couldn't care less. All I cared about was the fact that my parents were going to transfer me to Renbrook School, in the middle of the school year. I cried for days because I didn't want to leave my friends behind.
It's never easy being the new kid, especially when I had to start in January, but luckily I joined a community that was so welcoming and kind. I became so close to the people there, I chose to stay at Renbrook for my 9th grade year. After being there for 5 or more years, some kids were just dying to leave but I made the best decision by staying freshman year. Renbrook prepared me to be confident enough to take on boarding school in Maryland, my sophomore year.
Saint James is an Episcopal School in Hagerstown, Maryland, that has grades 8-12, yet only 210 students. This small community led to strong relationships between all students and many teachers, but the person closest to you was most likely your roommate. As a new kid, I had a random roommate picked out for me who was also new. We got along well and helped each other out with our classes which was great. I thought I had really lucked out with my roommate, but she started telling me things about her personal life and experiences at her old school, that seemed terrifying to me. She came to Saint James with 14 holes on her arm. She tried to tell everyone they were infected bug bites, when everyone really knew that they were cigarette burns. I felt bad for her and really did care about her, so when I noticed she had new marks on her arms I knew something was up. I couldn't just watch my roommate burn herself, so I went to the guidance counselor. This was a difficult decision for me to make because my roommate ended up getting expelled within the 1st month. It was a lot for me to go through, especially when I was just trying to adjust to the school myself, but everything turned around when my best friend, who was a day student, became my new roommate.
I have never been closer to anyone and she has become a sister to me. Everyone at Saint James is like family to me, but the 6 hour drive home became too much. I got homesick because most of the students at Saint James lived within a 2 hour radius and could go home on the weekends. I realized that my family is too important to be away from since college is right around the corner. Which is what brought me to Kingswood Oxford School, in my hometown.
I am so grateful to be where I am today. One journal entry by a little boy changed my whole life and I thank him for that.
It's never easy being the new kid, especially when I had to start in January, but luckily I joined a community that was so welcoming and kind. I became so close to the people there, I chose to stay at Renbrook for my 9th grade year. After being there for 5 or more years, some kids were just dying to leave but I made the best decision by staying freshman year. Renbrook prepared me to be confident enough to take on boarding school in Maryland, my sophomore year.
Saint James is an Episcopal School in Hagerstown, Maryland, that has grades 8-12, yet only 210 students. This small community led to strong relationships between all students and many teachers, but the person closest to you was most likely your roommate. As a new kid, I had a random roommate picked out for me who was also new. We got along well and helped each other out with our classes which was great. I thought I had really lucked out with my roommate, but she started telling me things about her personal life and experiences at her old school, that seemed terrifying to me. She came to Saint James with 14 holes on her arm. She tried to tell everyone they were infected bug bites, when everyone really knew that they were cigarette burns. I felt bad for her and really did care about her, so when I noticed she had new marks on her arms I knew something was up. I couldn't just watch my roommate burn herself, so I went to the guidance counselor. This was a difficult decision for me to make because my roommate ended up getting expelled within the 1st month. It was a lot for me to go through, especially when I was just trying to adjust to the school myself, but everything turned around when my best friend, who was a day student, became my new roommate.
I have never been closer to anyone and she has become a sister to me. Everyone at Saint James is like family to me, but the 6 hour drive home became too much. I got homesick because most of the students at Saint James lived within a 2 hour radius and could go home on the weekends. I realized that my family is too important to be away from since college is right around the corner. Which is what brought me to Kingswood Oxford School, in my hometown.
I am so grateful to be where I am today. One journal entry by a little boy changed my whole life and I thank him for that.
Proud of Ya
Most people would think of the story I'm about to tell as a very sad one. I encourage everyone look at it on a brighter note, as that is all that Ryan would of seen: brightness.
It was my freshman year. I had not yet turned 15. On a Friday night I had just left a Choral Concert Rehearsal. It was about 7 o'clock p.m, roughly, just getting dark. My parents were walking me to the car and my mom said, "Your friend Ryan Lee was hit by a car, I think he is in the hospital." I have another friend in my town who's name is Ryan Lea.
So I replied with, "I hope he's okay, but I'm not really friends with Ryan, so I don't know him that well."
My mom corrected me, "No, Ryan Lee, the golfer."
I responded, "Oh, it's Ryan, he'll get through this."
I went home and found out more information. It turns out he was having surgery on his brain to stop the inflammation, and he was his quite hard on the head. Still, I believe Ryan would get through everything. I could never think of Ryan in a negative manner. Ryan had the surgery, and I went through the weekend. Monday at school I received word that Ryan was not in good shape, and was in a coma. I still believed. I told my mom everything would be okay, Ryan would get through this. I spoke with a senior at the time who went to KO, John Paldino. Josh was from my hometown, Berlin, and knew Ryan as well. We told each other that Ryan would be okay, and we would see each other in the morning.
Tuesday morning comes. Ryan doesn't seem to be doing well. I get a phone call from my mother explaining this. Then she calls me crying. She had heard a rumor that Ryan had passed. The rumor was not true, and for the moment, everything has not crashed down. So I go about the school day, it was all a blur.
I get out of school, and my mom drives me to the golf course. It was almost, meant to be. I got to Timberlin Golf Club. My golf coach was going to play with me that day. He is also Ryan's golf coach. He is the reason me and Ryan met. He was 69 years old at the time. He looks at me and says, "I'm sorry John, but I can't play."
This man then broke down. He had taught Ryan how to play ever since he was a little boy.
Ryan had become virtually brain dead and his parents decided to let him pass.
I learned the news at the place that was Ryan's second home. My second home. The place I met Ryan. The place he taught me everything. The place a little boy looked up to a young man and saw someone who could do no wrong. This little boy saw someone who was "cool". Someone he wanted to be just like.
It was my freshman year. I had not yet turned 15. On a Friday night I had just left a Choral Concert Rehearsal. It was about 7 o'clock p.m, roughly, just getting dark. My parents were walking me to the car and my mom said, "Your friend Ryan Lee was hit by a car, I think he is in the hospital." I have another friend in my town who's name is Ryan Lea.
So I replied with, "I hope he's okay, but I'm not really friends with Ryan, so I don't know him that well."
My mom corrected me, "No, Ryan Lee, the golfer."
I responded, "Oh, it's Ryan, he'll get through this."
I went home and found out more information. It turns out he was having surgery on his brain to stop the inflammation, and he was his quite hard on the head. Still, I believe Ryan would get through everything. I could never think of Ryan in a negative manner. Ryan had the surgery, and I went through the weekend. Monday at school I received word that Ryan was not in good shape, and was in a coma. I still believed. I told my mom everything would be okay, Ryan would get through this. I spoke with a senior at the time who went to KO, John Paldino. Josh was from my hometown, Berlin, and knew Ryan as well. We told each other that Ryan would be okay, and we would see each other in the morning.
Tuesday morning comes. Ryan doesn't seem to be doing well. I get a phone call from my mother explaining this. Then she calls me crying. She had heard a rumor that Ryan had passed. The rumor was not true, and for the moment, everything has not crashed down. So I go about the school day, it was all a blur.
I get out of school, and my mom drives me to the golf course. It was almost, meant to be. I got to Timberlin Golf Club. My golf coach was going to play with me that day. He is also Ryan's golf coach. He is the reason me and Ryan met. He was 69 years old at the time. He looks at me and says, "I'm sorry John, but I can't play."
This man then broke down. He had taught Ryan how to play ever since he was a little boy.
Ryan had become virtually brain dead and his parents decided to let him pass.
I learned the news at the place that was Ryan's second home. My second home. The place I met Ryan. The place he taught me everything. The place a little boy looked up to a young man and saw someone who could do no wrong. This little boy saw someone who was "cool". Someone he wanted to be just like.
Ryan T. :Lee was 19 years old. It was April 26th, 2011. It was a sunny day. I have never cried a greater cry in my life. Ryan was killed by a taxi cab while he was crossing the street to go to eat on Easter night in NYC. He played golf on scholarship for Long Island University. We shared the same golf coach, and Ryan made golf colorful in my eyes. I did not want to play golf, because I thought it was boring. But, when I met Ryan at the age of 8, I realized it could be colorful. Ryan didn't just wear colorful clothes, but he wore a colorful soul. Ryan was an organ donor. I'm sure he saved lives due to his generosity,
The next week, Thousands attended Ryan's wake and funeral. I could not imagine a more beloved figure. We all know that one kid who no one has anything bad to say about. The kid who just makes you smile and you want to be around because they offer only brightness. Ryan was loved by so many communities, I could only start to explain. His parents were broken down, lowest of the low, but they would not allow you to see it. The community should have been the one picking them up, but they were picking us up. It is no surprise such a great young man came from parents like Dan and Theresa.
The Lee's and friends helped set up the Ryan T. Lee Foundation. The foundation helps fund several charities by hosting events like the Ryan T. Lee Golf Classic, Ryan Lee 3v3 Basketball Tourney, and the Ryan T. Lee Basketball Clinic. The money raised from these events go to many charities including a scholarship fund for public school high school golfers, and organ donation.
The Lee family created hope for others, even when it seemed like life was hopeless for them. Whenever, I remember Ryan, I think of memories that make me laugh and smile. Ryan lived a great life that had such a great impact on the world in such a short amount of time. Ryan taught me to dress colorful. To be skinny with pride. To not care what others think. To be a golfer. To be a young man. To be me.
Ryan was my mentor, and I feel honored to have spent time with him on Earth. The day he died changed my life forever, but with every bad in the world, there is a good. I had always known the story of Cody Paldino, another young man that shared the same golf coach as me. My golf coach had a very small amount of students, so he was more like a grandfather. We are close to him, his name is Chuck. Cody Paladino lives behind me. He is the most talented golfer that Central Connecticut has ever seen. He lived behind me, and my golf coach had become the biggest father figure in his life. My golf coach spent pretty much all of his time with Cody, traveling to tournaments around the country, and acting as a father, because Cody's was no longer apart of the family. Cody was a nationally ranked player. He was the runner up at the U.S Public Links tournament. If you are not aware, the winner of that tournament gets an invitation to The Masters (the most prestigious golf tournament in the world/ Super Bowl of Golf). Cody went to KO and graduated in 2007. He signed to play golf at Baylor University on full scholarship. I never really knew Cody, because he was much older and left my golf coach for another in college. By 2011, he went back to working with my golf coach, and I started to play with him. He lives behind me, as we share backyards. We are now great friends and have built a relationship that continues to grow. We share many connections, and with the death of Ryan, it seemed that a new relationship was born.
Ryan was the first person I ever played 18 holes with. First young man I ever saw who played golf. I'm the golfer I am because of Ryan. Most of everything I learned on how to be a golfer was based off of Ryan. He made life brighter for others, and I miss him. That day made me realize that life can't be taken for granted, and that life should be lived to the fullest. I hope some day I can meet him again on the back 9, and he can continue where he left off. He still has much to teach me. Life is precious, it can be gone in an instant. Ryan's life is not over, it just lives on in others rather than one.
The next week, Thousands attended Ryan's wake and funeral. I could not imagine a more beloved figure. We all know that one kid who no one has anything bad to say about. The kid who just makes you smile and you want to be around because they offer only brightness. Ryan was loved by so many communities, I could only start to explain. His parents were broken down, lowest of the low, but they would not allow you to see it. The community should have been the one picking them up, but they were picking us up. It is no surprise such a great young man came from parents like Dan and Theresa.
The Lee's and friends helped set up the Ryan T. Lee Foundation. The foundation helps fund several charities by hosting events like the Ryan T. Lee Golf Classic, Ryan Lee 3v3 Basketball Tourney, and the Ryan T. Lee Basketball Clinic. The money raised from these events go to many charities including a scholarship fund for public school high school golfers, and organ donation.
The Lee family created hope for others, even when it seemed like life was hopeless for them. Whenever, I remember Ryan, I think of memories that make me laugh and smile. Ryan lived a great life that had such a great impact on the world in such a short amount of time. Ryan taught me to dress colorful. To be skinny with pride. To not care what others think. To be a golfer. To be a young man. To be me.
Ryan was my mentor, and I feel honored to have spent time with him on Earth. The day he died changed my life forever, but with every bad in the world, there is a good. I had always known the story of Cody Paldino, another young man that shared the same golf coach as me. My golf coach had a very small amount of students, so he was more like a grandfather. We are close to him, his name is Chuck. Cody Paladino lives behind me. He is the most talented golfer that Central Connecticut has ever seen. He lived behind me, and my golf coach had become the biggest father figure in his life. My golf coach spent pretty much all of his time with Cody, traveling to tournaments around the country, and acting as a father, because Cody's was no longer apart of the family. Cody was a nationally ranked player. He was the runner up at the U.S Public Links tournament. If you are not aware, the winner of that tournament gets an invitation to The Masters (the most prestigious golf tournament in the world/ Super Bowl of Golf). Cody went to KO and graduated in 2007. He signed to play golf at Baylor University on full scholarship. I never really knew Cody, because he was much older and left my golf coach for another in college. By 2011, he went back to working with my golf coach, and I started to play with him. He lives behind me, as we share backyards. We are now great friends and have built a relationship that continues to grow. We share many connections, and with the death of Ryan, it seemed that a new relationship was born.
Ryan was the first person I ever played 18 holes with. First young man I ever saw who played golf. I'm the golfer I am because of Ryan. Most of everything I learned on how to be a golfer was based off of Ryan. He made life brighter for others, and I miss him. That day made me realize that life can't be taken for granted, and that life should be lived to the fullest. I hope some day I can meet him again on the back 9, and he can continue where he left off. He still has much to teach me. Life is precious, it can be gone in an instant. Ryan's life is not over, it just lives on in others rather than one.
Life Changing- Memorable Moment
Elijah Langston
Throughout my life, there have been
many moments that I continue to cherish even until this day. The most memorable
event would be my younger brother’s birth. Jeremiah, now 4 years old was
certainly a gift to our family. All of my life I had been considered the
youngest, be it next to my older sister, Nadirah, or my many cousins. I loved
being the youngest because I always had an older sibling or cousin to look up
too or hang around with. Sadly, as I was approaching my 8th grade
year in Junior High, I realized my sister was soon to graduate from high
school. Not only that, but I would be entering high school as well. Everything
was moving all too fast for me, and I wasn’t comfortable with the thought that
my sister was going off to college. I would miss her company very much and all
the memories we shared.
To make the story short, Jeremiah
was welcomed into this world in May of 2008. He was certainly a blessing to our
family. Things began to change very quickly, and for the best. All of a sudden
my sister was considering attending college close to home so she could spend
time with her baby brother especially in his early years. Also, it seemed as if
my parents mysteriously became 10 years younger with the amount of energy a
newborn gave them. There was so much energy and joy in my household, a memory I
can remember being there ever since I was a kid. Me being young and naïve, I
was afraid this memory wouldn’t hold as much weight as it once did. Fortunately
I was proven wrong. Now I have a younger brother I can look after as my older
sister once looked over me. The memories we share together as family such as;
going out for ice cream, celebrating my younger brother’s birthday, and making
trips to the zoo during the summer all contribute to the love and joy Jeremiah’s
presence brings around. We are truly thankful J
Life Changing Moment. "Link in the chain"
A certain moment in my life that turned out to be the main reason that my life is the way it is now was my decision to not stay for the ninth grade at Fairfield Country Day school. As I approached the end of my eighth grade year at FCDS I was faced with a tough decision; leave the school that I had been at for the last five years prematurely, or spend one more year there and finish the ninth grade. I had weighed my options for most of the winter and spring. Originally I had wanted to go to Avon Old Farms where my older brother was but I wasn’t ready to be on my own yet. By late March I decided that I would not spend my ninth grade year at FCDS but instead I wanted to try something totally new and attend the high school in the town I live in; Naugatuck.
At the time I did not realize how big of a decision this would be but it would later affect my life in a big way. I traded in the only school I knew for an experience that I would have never gotten if I decided to stay that extra year. At Naugatuck high school I finally got to see another side of the education system and society. I met all different types of people experienced new things and learned that there was more out there than just Fairfield Country Day School. Another big change that Naugatuck high school brought was sports. At Fairfield Country Day School, in the eighth grade I was basically the most physically gifted and athletically blessed student in the school, especially on the football field. I barely stepped foot in a weight room and didn’t work very hard. When I got to Naugatuck high school I wasn’t the strongest, or the fastest, or the most gifted anymore. I can vividly remember the way I felt after my first practice. I was extremely upset because I realized that my accomplishments in middle school meant less than nothing in high school. I was at the bottom of the barrel and I finally learned how it felt to work for a spot on the field. I went on to have a very good freshman season.
I had made a name for myself. By the end of my freshman year I had made connections with a lot of people and had caught the attention of coaches and people locally for my ability on the field. Although I was enjoying my time at Naugatuck high school I needed a greater challenge academically so at the end of my freshman year I enrolled at Sacred Heart high school.
There I had a very commendable sophomore football season and was a two way starter. I played well enough that season to catch the eye of Boston College. I never would have imagined that I would be noticed my after my sophomore season. That summer after my sophomore year I got noticed by three colleges with d1 football programs. Earlier that year I heard about a great opportunity at a school named Kingswood Oxford from a friend of the family, and decided to look into it.
I now realize that if I hadn’t made the decision to change schools after the eighth grade I wouldn’t be where I am today. If I would have stayed at FCDS I would have never got to meet the many different people I met at Naugatuck high or matured as an athlete. Also If I never would have decided to leave FCDS I probably would have never had a good enough sophomore football season to catch college’s attention.
Life Changer
My grandpa played semi-professional baseball. My dad was getting recruited to play Division One baseball as a sophomore in high-school with no repeat years. My brother was featured in the paper because of his outstanding performance in his travel baseball team. I however was not the best at baseball.
When we moved to Connecticut from Florida in 2000, my dad signed me and my brother up for little league baseball. This didn't pose any challenge for me. I was a rather athletic kid at the time. I was always running around and playing with my friends. I could throw and catch just fine because that basically all me and my dad did during my little league years. As I progressed throughout little league, I had realized that I have never hit a home run, or a triple... I could barely hit doubles and singles... I could barely hit. Catching and throwing was easy but I was an awful hitter. I couldn't hit a beach ball if I tried! This when I realized that I had no future in this sport. I knew that I needed to change to another spring sport but I had no idea, then one of my best friends at the time suggested lacrosse... this changed my life.
I picked up my first lacrosse stick in third grade. Little did I know that this was meant for me. The first year I played was a developmental year with no games, just practices for beginners like me. I excelled and I was already one of the best. The next year, I played for the West Hartford Youth Lacrosse A team. This is when my coach introduced me to the defense stick. It was a six foot beating stick given to defense men. I was intrigued beyond belief. I picked it up and I knew this was meant for me. I played defense all the way throughout the rest of my elementary and middle school career and at my sophomore year, the K-O head lacrosse coach switched me over to play Long-Stick Midfielder because I was small and speedy and could easily get ground balls and cause turnovers.
I am now currently being recruited to play college lacrosse at my position and I would have never seen this coming as a young third grader that though he was awful at all sports because I couldn't hit a baseball. Little did I know that playing lacrosse would take over my life and become such a huge part of it. I give many thanks to my friend Connor Byrne for introducing me to what in my eyes is the best sport in the world.
When we moved to Connecticut from Florida in 2000, my dad signed me and my brother up for little league baseball. This didn't pose any challenge for me. I was a rather athletic kid at the time. I was always running around and playing with my friends. I could throw and catch just fine because that basically all me and my dad did during my little league years. As I progressed throughout little league, I had realized that I have never hit a home run, or a triple... I could barely hit doubles and singles... I could barely hit. Catching and throwing was easy but I was an awful hitter. I couldn't hit a beach ball if I tried! This when I realized that I had no future in this sport. I knew that I needed to change to another spring sport but I had no idea, then one of my best friends at the time suggested lacrosse... this changed my life.
I picked up my first lacrosse stick in third grade. Little did I know that this was meant for me. The first year I played was a developmental year with no games, just practices for beginners like me. I excelled and I was already one of the best. The next year, I played for the West Hartford Youth Lacrosse A team. This is when my coach introduced me to the defense stick. It was a six foot beating stick given to defense men. I was intrigued beyond belief. I picked it up and I knew this was meant for me. I played defense all the way throughout the rest of my elementary and middle school career and at my sophomore year, the K-O head lacrosse coach switched me over to play Long-Stick Midfielder because I was small and speedy and could easily get ground balls and cause turnovers.
I am now currently being recruited to play college lacrosse at my position and I would have never seen this coming as a young third grader that though he was awful at all sports because I couldn't hit a baseball. Little did I know that playing lacrosse would take over my life and become such a huge part of it. I give many thanks to my friend Connor Byrne for introducing me to what in my eyes is the best sport in the world.
Life Changing Event
When my oldest brother, Zach, who is seven years older than me, started middle school, he wanted a school with more of a challenge. My parents had heard about Kingswood Oxford and decided to look there with him. He liked the school and decided to apply and was accepted. He started in sixth grade (he had skipped third grade, so he was with his appropriate age group when he repeated sixth) and went through all seven years of middle and high school, as have my other two brothers. By going to KO, Zach actually changed my families lives and opened up new opportunities for us.
Not only have all of my brother and I attended this school, but it has brought us new experiences. For example, I always hated soccer, so when I got to KO, I started playing field hockey. I loved it and this is my sixth year playing. The school also introduced my to squash, which I played for three years and helped my brother, Aaron, with tennis when he joined the team because he felt like he was playing kids that were at his skill level for the first time. The KO ski team has also affected my brothers and I, allowing us to race for the school, not just the mountain, and freeing up our weekends so that we could continue skiing at Okemo as a family. KO has brought many academic opportunities as well, such as honors/AP classes and courses in the arts (select choir groups and focused art classes).
Kingswood has also affects my family's life through location. Before we lived in West Hartford, we lived in Glastonbury. After deciding the commute was to much (although many people have the same or longer commutes), my family moved to West Hartford, building a new house with new people and new surroundings.
Zach's decision to go to Kingswood affected my entire family in numerous ways and created many opportunities.
Life changing mooooooooment
I never liked basketball, I refused to play it and I never wanted to watch it. One day, two summers ago, my youngest cousin convinced me to play with him. I was surprised how much I liked it (cause im short and all that). Then I was looking for another winter sport to play (I didn't want to do swimming anymore). I decided that I would try basketball for the first time because my cousin convinced me to give it a chance. It was weel worth it because I ended up starting in the first game (and everyone after that) Now I look forward to the winter season!!!!!
Life Changing: Claustrophobic
One event that changed my life a lot was a night when I was 7, maybe 8. I was staying over at my friend Caroline's house for the night for her birthday party with 8 of her friends that I didn't know. We all got along pretty well except for one of her friends didn't like me that much. But it was alright because the feeling was pretty much mutual. She was really competitive and would only have things her way. The only game she agreed on us playing was hide and seek. So we start playing, and of course she was it because she "didn't feel like hiding". So, thinking it would be a really good hiding spot, I hid in the closet in the basement (where everyone else was hiding too) and just waited. After 10 minutes I heard her outside and heard her touch the door. But she didn't open it like I thought she would and soon enough I couldn't hear her outside anymore. I was obviously curious, so I tried to open the door just to find that she had locked me inside. At first I was confused and started knocking on the door to see if she was outside and just didn't realize what she had done. But no one was there. A few seconds later, I heard Caroline's mom call them up to dinner and then heard them all run up stairs, leaving me alone in the closet in the basement. I turned around with my back against the door facing the jackets that were hanging there. They suddenly seemed so much closer to me then they had before, brushing up against me and taking up way too much room. The room felt hotter and smaller. I got really antsy really quickly as the coats hit up against me more and more and I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I was overheating, anxious, dizzy, and soon enough started having problems breathing which led to me crying (which obviously lead to more trouble breathing). I was banging at the door and trying to scream so they could hear me, but no one came. Finally, after 10 more minutes, they realized I wasn't at dinner and Caroline came down stairs, found me, opened the door, and let me out.
I look back at this event now as the night when I realized how claustrophobic I really am. I had had run ins with small spaces in the past, and although they made me uncomfortable, it was nothing like this. I never would have thought a simple game of hide and seek would lead me to having my first panic attack as well as lead me to realizing what I would be most afraid of for the rest of my life.
This has affected the way I live now in many ways. Being in a car for too long makes me really anxious, and being in a crowded car is even worse. When driving for more then 45 minutes or so, I need to take breaks just to get out of the car for a while. I also have problems with large crowds of people, especially if it's a crowd with people who are taller than me. Overall, this has made me more cautious and alert about where I am and who I'm with, just to be sure I'm not ever in a situation like that again.
The First Link
Sometimes I like to think that my marriage was fated. Or, maybe I just read too many books, filling my mind with questions about destiny and free will. When I look back over the last 10 years, I can trace where I am now back to one memorable day.
My husband and I grew up in the same town for most of our young and adolescent lives but never knew each other. I'm two years older than him, we didn't attend the same elementary schools, and he went to the local public school while I went to Taft (where my parents teach and I grew up). Although we knew many of the same people, my husband and I never met--until the summer of 2003 when I had just graduated from college and took a job working at the Taft Summer School. He applied to work there as well, and we first saw each other during an opening meeting on the first day of summer school. He seemed oddly familiar, and I suspect we probably crossed paths a number of times before then, but this was our first real encounter. We discovered that he was good friends with the younger brother of one of my best friends, and that his parents and my parents knew many of the same people as well. By the end of that first week, a summer romance had begun, and we were inseparable.
By the end of the summer, when he was headed back to college for his junior year and I was leaving for Boston to start a job, we decided to give the long-distance thing a try, and it worked.
After a year in Boston, I found a job teaching at Berkshire School (a boarding school in the Berkshires), and I remained there for 4 years while my husband finished his last year at UConn, got a MA in Teaching and looked for a job. As a faculty kid myself, I always loved boarding school life, and for years I thought I'd probably end up living and working at a boarding school for the rest of my life. But, my husband comes from a family of public school teachers, and the idea of living in a dorm with high school kids was less than appealing to him. He found a public high school teaching job in CT, and our yet another link in the chain was forged. Still together (but not yet married), we moved together to central CT, and I found a job at a lovely day school in West Hartford. :)
Now, my husband and I have been married for over 2 years, have a house, and are set on a path. Ten years ago, I never would have guessed that I'd be living in Avon, working at a day school, and married to someone from my home town, but fate had plans for me, and I can trace where I am today back to that one memorable encounter on a late June day.
My husband and I grew up in the same town for most of our young and adolescent lives but never knew each other. I'm two years older than him, we didn't attend the same elementary schools, and he went to the local public school while I went to Taft (where my parents teach and I grew up). Although we knew many of the same people, my husband and I never met--until the summer of 2003 when I had just graduated from college and took a job working at the Taft Summer School. He applied to work there as well, and we first saw each other during an opening meeting on the first day of summer school. He seemed oddly familiar, and I suspect we probably crossed paths a number of times before then, but this was our first real encounter. We discovered that he was good friends with the younger brother of one of my best friends, and that his parents and my parents knew many of the same people as well. By the end of that first week, a summer romance had begun, and we were inseparable.
By the end of the summer, when he was headed back to college for his junior year and I was leaving for Boston to start a job, we decided to give the long-distance thing a try, and it worked.
After a year in Boston, I found a job teaching at Berkshire School (a boarding school in the Berkshires), and I remained there for 4 years while my husband finished his last year at UConn, got a MA in Teaching and looked for a job. As a faculty kid myself, I always loved boarding school life, and for years I thought I'd probably end up living and working at a boarding school for the rest of my life. But, my husband comes from a family of public school teachers, and the idea of living in a dorm with high school kids was less than appealing to him. He found a public high school teaching job in CT, and our yet another link in the chain was forged. Still together (but not yet married), we moved together to central CT, and I found a job at a lovely day school in West Hartford. :)
Now, my husband and I have been married for over 2 years, have a house, and are set on a path. Ten years ago, I never would have guessed that I'd be living in Avon, working at a day school, and married to someone from my home town, but fate had plans for me, and I can trace where I am today back to that one memorable encounter on a late June day.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
One Memorable Day
“think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.” -Dickens
One of the clearest memories I have is somewhat of a haunting one. A few years ago (3ish?) my whole family was home, on a normal night, and someone broke into my house. No one was harmed in any way but he was able to get away and took some of our possessions with him. The police did come quickly, even though it seemed like an eternity that I was hiding in my closet! Even though no one was harmed and this offense could have been way worse, it was still one of my most traumatic days. It disrupts your peace of mind and security. After that day I was afraid of my own house. I was afraid to sleep, not only in my own house, but I also didn't like staying over night other places. Fora long time I was afraid of my own house, the dark, and had trouble actually feeling safe.
What is almost as bad as a strange man being downstairs while you are in the closet is having the police further disrupting your home and thoroughly searching it in the middle of the night. To add on to this night, two weeks later, someone-(maybe the same person or someone completely different, no one knows) came back to my house and smashed a window. This was just another disruption causing more unwanted people searching through our home yet again. To this day, when ever I have a nightmare, it will always revolve around something like this night happening to me in my own home.
This one event changed our whole lifestyle, not only at home, but any where we would travel to. It's more that just a memorable and was a life-changing day because I will never be the same as I was before that day. This event caused my family to become really smart about security, trying to make home, feel like home again.
One of the clearest memories I have is somewhat of a haunting one. A few years ago (3ish?) my whole family was home, on a normal night, and someone broke into my house. No one was harmed in any way but he was able to get away and took some of our possessions with him. The police did come quickly, even though it seemed like an eternity that I was hiding in my closet! Even though no one was harmed and this offense could have been way worse, it was still one of my most traumatic days. It disrupts your peace of mind and security. After that day I was afraid of my own house. I was afraid to sleep, not only in my own house, but I also didn't like staying over night other places. Fora long time I was afraid of my own house, the dark, and had trouble actually feeling safe.
What is almost as bad as a strange man being downstairs while you are in the closet is having the police further disrupting your home and thoroughly searching it in the middle of the night. To add on to this night, two weeks later, someone-(maybe the same person or someone completely different, no one knows) came back to my house and smashed a window. This was just another disruption causing more unwanted people searching through our home yet again. To this day, when ever I have a nightmare, it will always revolve around something like this night happening to me in my own home.
This one event changed our whole lifestyle, not only at home, but any where we would travel to. It's more that just a memorable and was a life-changing day because I will never be the same as I was before that day. This event caused my family to become really smart about security, trying to make home, feel like home again.
Friday, October 5, 2012
Hemingway's Inspiration
http://www.americanwriters.org/writers/hemingway.asp
This website is just a bibliography of Hemingway. I just thought it was interesting how some themes in his book have to do with personal. In his bibliography it said, "In Paris, he traveled widely for the skiing, bullfighting, fishing and hunting that by then was forming the background for much of his writing."
This website is just a bibliography of Hemingway. I just thought it was interesting how some themes in his book have to do with personal. In his bibliography it said, "In Paris, he traveled widely for the skiing, bullfighting, fishing and hunting that by then was forming the background for much of his writing."
27 secrets to writing like Hemingway
http://confidentwriting.com/2008/02/27-secrets-to-w/
This website has 27 ideas that describe what Hemingway's writing is like. It gives short and easy to understand descriptions of his writing. I thought this was interesting because we had to do parody's that used his writing style.
This website has 27 ideas that describe what Hemingway's writing is like. It gives short and easy to understand descriptions of his writing. I thought this was interesting because we had to do parody's that used his writing style.
The use of alcohol
I noticed that alcohol comes along frequently in Hemingway and F. Scott Fitzgerald stories. Jay Gatsby hosted big parties where people would get drunk, and swarm to the party, even though no one really knew the host. Hemingway uses alcohol in stories like My Old Man, where Joe's father starts to drink more and more as he gets older and throws races more often. Both The Great Gatsby and In Our Time feature quite sad endings. Seems to me as if both offers portrayed their time very well in their books.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
More Bullfighting.
Although this does not pertain to IOT it is in fact by Hemingway. The book Death in the Afternoon brings bullfighting into the spotlight as described in this article by the NY Times
http://www.nytimes.com/books/99/07/04/specials/hemingway-afternoon.html
http://www.nytimes.com/books/99/07/04/specials/hemingway-afternoon.html
Hemongway's Whiskey
Sorry if you don't like country music. . .
Kenny Chesney has a great song called "Hemingway's Whiskey" (the title track of the album) in which he talks about Hemingway using the same vague style that the author uses in his writing. You can listen to it here and below I have put the lyrics. In an interview, Kenny talks about how he has read many of Hemingway's books mentions that he is one of his favorite writers. He talks about Hemingway's characters and how they have to deal with real life experiences, especially the difficult ones.
Hemingway's whiskey, warm and smooth and mean
Even when it burns, it'll always finish clean
He didn't like it watered down, he took it straight up and neat
If it was bad enough for him, you know it's bad enough for me
Hemingway's whiskey
Ah, it's tough out there, a good muse is hard to find
Living one word to the next, one line at a time
There's more to life than whiskey, there's more to words than rhyme
Sometimes nothing works, sometimes nothing shines
Like Hemingway's whiskey
Sail away, sail away, three sheets to the wind
Live hard, die hard, this one's for him
Hemingway's whiskey, warm and smooth and mean
Even when it burns, it'll always finish clean
He didn't like it watered down, he took it straight up and neat
If it was bad enough for him, you know it's bad enough for me
Hemingway's whiskey
Hemingway's whiskey
Hemingway's whiskey
Kenny Chesney has a great song called "Hemingway's Whiskey" (the title track of the album) in which he talks about Hemingway using the same vague style that the author uses in his writing. You can listen to it here and below I have put the lyrics. In an interview, Kenny talks about how he has read many of Hemingway's books mentions that he is one of his favorite writers. He talks about Hemingway's characters and how they have to deal with real life experiences, especially the difficult ones.
Hemingway's whiskey, warm and smooth and mean
Even when it burns, it'll always finish clean
He didn't like it watered down, he took it straight up and neat
If it was bad enough for him, you know it's bad enough for me
Hemingway's whiskey
Ah, it's tough out there, a good muse is hard to find
Living one word to the next, one line at a time
There's more to life than whiskey, there's more to words than rhyme
Sometimes nothing works, sometimes nothing shines
Like Hemingway's whiskey
Sail away, sail away, three sheets to the wind
Live hard, die hard, this one's for him
Hemingway's whiskey, warm and smooth and mean
Even when it burns, it'll always finish clean
He didn't like it watered down, he took it straight up and neat
If it was bad enough for him, you know it's bad enough for me
Hemingway's whiskey
Hemingway's whiskey
Hemingway's whiskey
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Nick: The Nowhere Man in the End
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Simplicity
I think we briefly mentioned how Hemingway started out as a journalist and this article explains how his writing was adapted from this. My favorite part of this article was the 3rd paragraph where the writer says, "every word counts" with Hemingway and how his sentences are so simple, yet loaded with emotion.
Link
Link
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Creativity Lessons
In here there's a comparison between Steve Jobs and Charles Dickens minds. Just thought it was interesting.
In here there's a comparison between Steve Jobs and Charles Dickens minds. Just thought it was interesting.
Hemingway's Life To Characters
Although we didn't read The Sun Also Rises by Hemingway, I still think that this blog post on Yahoo shows an interesting point of comparing Hemingway's Life to the characters of the story. It is defiantly worth reading.
Link
Link
Monday, September 24, 2012
Hemingway and Bullfighting Explained
http://roundtable.menloschool.org/issue5/Hurlbut/2_Hurlbut_MS_Roundtable5_Winter_2010.pdf
Here Hemingway's infatuation with bullfighting is explained in detail. It discusses his views of bullfighting and its symbolism in his stories and novels
Here Hemingway's infatuation with bullfighting is explained in detail. It discusses his views of bullfighting and its symbolism in his stories and novels
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Hemingway interview NY Time
August 11th 1940 Hemingway interview for the NY Times that happened while he was writing his longest novel "For Whom the Bell Tolls" which was published that same year (1940)
Here is the link INTERVIEW and here is an excerpt on him talking about war. Its interesting how he thinks that the difficulty of of the decision is more important than the acutal choice...
He talked of his own job as a commander. He said that in his army regulations the first sentence was the seemingly meaningless one that roughly translated into "the first duty of the commander is to make decisions."
"It seems simple when you read it. You think, 'What is decision? Each day I decide what color shoes to wear, what to eat.' But decision, when the life or death of hundreds of men depend on your decision, that is much else. In Spain I was assigned, as you know, to hold a position. My cowardice told me to draw in my left flank so that if I failed I would be near the French border and the lives of thousands would be saved if we lost. My judgment said perhaps that is right but perhaps it would be better to turn my right flank, though if we lost we would be cut off from safety. That is a decision that hurts all through your body; you cannot sleep, you ache. There is nothing more difficult in life."
"Which flank did you turn?"
"My right flank. But that is not important. The decision is important."
"Do you suppose all commanders feel that way? Did Napoleon?"
"Napoleon was a victor. When you are a victor, what can hurt you? But when you must fight a long defensive action with no chance of winning, only of holding the enemy off, then with every decision you are in hell," said Duran.
"You ache with wanting--but what you want cannot quite be reached. It is like my sitting in this chair wanting to rip that necktie from your neck. I reach, I almost seize it. It is just beyond my hand. Always in war there are possibilities plain to be seen, but materials are lacking, the men fail, a mistake is made somewhere along the line--and frustration eats your stomach."
Here is the link INTERVIEW and here is an excerpt on him talking about war. Its interesting how he thinks that the difficulty of of the decision is more important than the acutal choice...
He talked of his own job as a commander. He said that in his army regulations the first sentence was the seemingly meaningless one that roughly translated into "the first duty of the commander is to make decisions."
"It seems simple when you read it. You think, 'What is decision? Each day I decide what color shoes to wear, what to eat.' But decision, when the life or death of hundreds of men depend on your decision, that is much else. In Spain I was assigned, as you know, to hold a position. My cowardice told me to draw in my left flank so that if I failed I would be near the French border and the lives of thousands would be saved if we lost. My judgment said perhaps that is right but perhaps it would be better to turn my right flank, though if we lost we would be cut off from safety. That is a decision that hurts all through your body; you cannot sleep, you ache. There is nothing more difficult in life."
"Which flank did you turn?"
"My right flank. But that is not important. The decision is important."
"Do you suppose all commanders feel that way? Did Napoleon?"
"Napoleon was a victor. When you are a victor, what can hurt you? But when you must fight a long defensive action with no chance of winning, only of holding the enemy off, then with every decision you are in hell," said Duran.
"You ache with wanting--but what you want cannot quite be reached. It is like my sitting in this chair wanting to rip that necktie from your neck. I reach, I almost seize it. It is just beyond my hand. Always in war there are possibilities plain to be seen, but materials are lacking, the men fail, a mistake is made somewhere along the line--and frustration eats your stomach."
Hemingway quotes relevant to In Our Time
I found Hemingway quotes and these few really describe his take on war and battling (very important in In Our Time)
- In modern war... you will die like a dog for no good reason.
-There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter
-Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime
-Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter's honor.
Here is one about death AND relationships
-There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it
- In modern war... you will die like a dog for no good reason.
-There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter
-Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime
-Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter's honor.
Here is one about death AND relationships
-There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Contrasting Hemingway and Dickens
I found this while searching for other blogs about Hemingway and Dickens and I wished I had found it earlier; like back when we first got into Hemingway and Dickens. I think it hits most of the points we talked about and I found interesting to read because we came up with almost all the same ideas!
Link
Link
Poking Fun at Papa
Taken from: McSweeney's
HEMINGWAY OR
MY MOTHER’S EMAIL?
BY JEN GIRDISH
- - - -
1. The sun came out. It was warm and pleasant.
2. We had a couple of beautiful days this week. Tuesday was one of them.
3. We went out for breakfast because we had nothing to eat for breakfast.
4. I figured the butter would be good for him.
5. I imagine that you are still sleeping at this moment safe in your own bed.
6. Things went smoothly and we saw a lot of beautiful scenery.
7. Then there was the bad weather.
8. You said that you would understand if I declined, but I am trusting that you do understand, and I thank you for your understanding.
Mom: 2, 3, 5, 6, 8
2. We had a couple of beautiful days this week. Tuesday was one of them.
3. We went out for breakfast because we had nothing to eat for breakfast.
4. I figured the butter would be good for him.
5. I imagine that you are still sleeping at this moment safe in your own bed.
6. Things went smoothly and we saw a lot of beautiful scenery.
7. Then there was the bad weather.
8. You said that you would understand if I declined, but I am trusting that you do understand, and I thank you for your understanding.
- -
Hemingway: 1, 4, 7Mom: 2, 3, 5, 6, 8
Monday, September 17, 2012
Male-Female Interactions In "In Our Time"
While I was reading the chapters assigned over the weekend, what really popped out at me was the continuous lack of a great male-female relationship.
We see very early on that the male-male relationships are great, for example in "Three Day-Blow" Nick and Bill have a very open conversation about the struggles Nick has in his relationship with Marjorie. We never see a conversation like this one through out IOT during a male-female relationship. The lack of a male-female relationship through out Hemingway's short story collection became even in more so in the final two chapters we read over the weekend.
In "Mr. And Mrs. Elliot" we do see maybe a start of something with Hubert and Cornelia, but shortly began to falter. "Mrs. Elliot became much brighter after her girl friend came" (87). The relastionship soon faltered to the point where Hubert had taken his own room, and Cornelia and her "girl friend" slept together. Hemingway even noted at the end of the story "In the evening....Elliot drank white wine and Mr. Elliot and the girl friend made conversation and they were all quite happy." Again a lack of male-female interaction.
In "Cat In The Rain" the lack of a positive male-female relationship. The relationship between George in his wife is very discrete, and not very loving. The wife goes on a rant about how she wants to stop looking like a boy, how she "want(s) to pull my hair back tight and smooth" and George replies with a discrete "Yeah?" She continues on this rant, but George is non-loving, pays no attention to it and dismisses it off like it is nothing with a "Oh, shut up and go read something."
The lack of a male-female relationship continues in the chapters we read this weekend, and was taken up a degree in my opinion. I do not know exactly what Hemingway is trying to show with the lack of this relationship, maybe the struggle a solider has with coming home from war, where he was with men all the time, and adapting to the relationship he has to sustain with a female?
We see very early on that the male-male relationships are great, for example in "Three Day-Blow" Nick and Bill have a very open conversation about the struggles Nick has in his relationship with Marjorie. We never see a conversation like this one through out IOT during a male-female relationship. The lack of a male-female relationship through out Hemingway's short story collection became even in more so in the final two chapters we read over the weekend.
In "Mr. And Mrs. Elliot" we do see maybe a start of something with Hubert and Cornelia, but shortly began to falter. "Mrs. Elliot became much brighter after her girl friend came" (87). The relastionship soon faltered to the point where Hubert had taken his own room, and Cornelia and her "girl friend" slept together. Hemingway even noted at the end of the story "In the evening....Elliot drank white wine and Mr. Elliot and the girl friend made conversation and they were all quite happy." Again a lack of male-female interaction.
In "Cat In The Rain" the lack of a positive male-female relationship. The relationship between George in his wife is very discrete, and not very loving. The wife goes on a rant about how she wants to stop looking like a boy, how she "want(s) to pull my hair back tight and smooth" and George replies with a discrete "Yeah?" She continues on this rant, but George is non-loving, pays no attention to it and dismisses it off like it is nothing with a "Oh, shut up and go read something."
The lack of a male-female relationship continues in the chapters we read this weekend, and was taken up a degree in my opinion. I do not know exactly what Hemingway is trying to show with the lack of this relationship, maybe the struggle a solider has with coming home from war, where he was with men all the time, and adapting to the relationship he has to sustain with a female?
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Comparisons: Hemingway and Dickens
http://classic-literature.findthedata.org/compare/8-51/Great-Expectations-vs-A-Farewell-to-Arms
A comparison between Great Expectations and A Farewell to Arms (which I know we aren't reading right now) that also shows general differences between the authors.
A comparison between Great Expectations and A Farewell to Arms (which I know we aren't reading right now) that also shows general differences between the authors.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
The actual first installment of Great Ex
Feel like you're back in the 19th century... Great Expectations: The first installment in All the Year Round
Conversation Between Hemingway and Dickens
I found this "conversation" between Hemingway and Dickens and thought that it was interesting and shows some similarities and differences in the styles of the writers.
Conversation
Conversation
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
The Wire Was Really a 19th Century Serial Novel
Has anyone else seen The Wire? I think it's one of the best shows ever written. It was an HBO drama that aired from 2002-2008. Here's the Wikipedia overview of the show:
"Each season of The Wire focuses on a different facet of the city of Baltimore. In chronological order they are: the illegal drug trade, the seaport system, the city government and bureaucracy, the school system, and the print news media. The large cast consists mainly of character actors who are little known for their other roles. Simon has said that despite its presentation as a crime drama, the show is "really about the American city, and about how we live together. It's about how institutions have an effect on individuals. Whether one is a cop, a longshoreman, a drug dealer, a politician, a judge or a lawyer, all are ultimately compromised and must contend with whatever institution they are committed to."
Anyway, here's a great (parody) essay that envisions The Wire as a 19th century serial novel. Check out the illustrations and text...very Dickensian.
"When It's Not Your Turn"
"Each season of The Wire focuses on a different facet of the city of Baltimore. In chronological order they are: the illegal drug trade, the seaport system, the city government and bureaucracy, the school system, and the print news media. The large cast consists mainly of character actors who are little known for their other roles. Simon has said that despite its presentation as a crime drama, the show is "really about the American city, and about how we live together. It's about how institutions have an effect on individuals. Whether one is a cop, a longshoreman, a drug dealer, a politician, a judge or a lawyer, all are ultimately compromised and must contend with whatever institution they are committed to."
Anyway, here's a great (parody) essay that envisions The Wire as a 19th century serial novel. Check out the illustrations and text...very Dickensian.
"When It's Not Your Turn"
Monday, September 10, 2012
TV Series Connection
I also agree with you about the HBO series being a very valid connection between the two books we are reading. Although there are not many examples of books that come out in chapters like Dickens did, I believe that TV series like breaking bad, boardwalk empire, and parks and recreation are the closest thing to what Dickens did. -Jack
In Our Time: Connections
"The End of Something"
- "The Doctor and the Doctor's Wife": These two stories are similar in that they both have a lovey-dovey wife (or basically wife to be) who seems to be in big contrast to the somewhat angry men of the story.
- "On the Quai at Smyrna": These two stories are similar because they contain a story within the story in which the main character is remembering something that happened a while back .
- "The Three-Day Blow": The action of breaking up with Marge in "The End of Something" affects the overall tone of this story because it happens shortly after and reveals Nick's true emotions towards their separation.
- "Indian Camp": These two stories differ in that in the "End of Something", we see a more adult, mature side of Nick while in this story, he is still very childish and immature. However it can be said that Indian Camp was some sort of a turning point in his life.
- Chapter III: These two are similar in a more symbolic way in that in "The End of Something", Nick ends it with Marge at a very vulnerable time in their relationship (when she truly loved him), and in this short story, the narrator speaks of shooting a man while he only has one leg over the wall, which would be a very vulnerable time.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Connections from In Our Time
1) The Doctor and the Doctor's Wife connects with On the Quai at Smyrna and Chapter III because both of these stories are about characters experiencing and trying to communicate with a language barrier. (Turkish/Ojibway)
2) Between the Doctor and the Doctor's Wife and Indian Camp we really looked at the role of Nick's father. In both of these stories it shows Nick's father doing his job, and doing it well. (helps give birth/helps man with pnemonia) Second, Nick's father is portrayed as being out of control.
3) In the Doctor and the Doctor's Wife and the End of Something, we looked at the role of women, and how it is not a positive one. We thought this because Nick breaks up with his girlfriend, and how Nick's father didn't really treat his wife well.
~Rachel, Willie, Alayna
2) Between the Doctor and the Doctor's Wife and Indian Camp we really looked at the role of Nick's father. In both of these stories it shows Nick's father doing his job, and doing it well. (helps give birth/helps man with pnemonia) Second, Nick's father is portrayed as being out of control.
3) In the Doctor and the Doctor's Wife and the End of Something, we looked at the role of women, and how it is not a positive one. We thought this because Nick breaks up with his girlfriend, and how Nick's father didn't really treat his wife well.
~Rachel, Willie, Alayna
Screening of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Today Jessica and I went to the screening of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time at Cinestudio at Trinity. I love being able to see the movie of a book that I have read and especially one that I enjoyed. A lot of characters looked different than what I had envisioned. The actor playing Christopher Boone did an exceptional job. As I was watching him, I was thinking about how hard it must have been and how long it must have took to really understand the autistic character he was playing. He really did a good job with the body movements, body language, and facial expressions. Also when seeing this story as a show it was a little more humerous in the way that some of the lines were portrayed.
Wish you all could have seen it.
Wish you all could have seen it.
Making Connections with In Our Time
Here are the connections from our group.
- Chapter 1 connected to Chapter 2 because of the theme of war and possibly the setting is the same
- Chapter 1 is connected to "Three-Day Blow" because of the theme of drinking/drunkards
- Chapter 2 is connected with "On the Quai at Smyrna" because of the setting and possibly the presence of Greeks, or same war?
- Chapter 2 is connected with Chapter 4 because of the reoccurring theme of war and violence.
- Chapter 2 is connected with Chapter 3 because of the theme of war and violence
- Chapter 3 is connected with Chapter 3, 4 because of the theme of war and violence.
- Chapter 3 is also connected with "Indian Camp" because of the presence of birth and death
- Chapter 4 is connected with "Indian Camp" because of again the presence of birth and death
- Chapter 4 is connected with 2, 3 because of war and violence
Making connections: "In Our Time"
The connections that Elijah, Jessica, and I made with "In Our Time" are the following:
1. Hemingway starts each chapter with a description. An example of this is in the beginning of the chapter "The End Of Something". Hemingway describes Horton's Bay.
2. In "The Three Day Blow" Bill gives Nick some harsh advice about marriage. The manner of which he gives that advice is similar to the way that Nick's father gives him advice about delivering babies in "Indian Camp"
3. Lastly, at the end of "The Three Day Blow" Nick thinks in a nieve manner about things similar to the way that he thinks in "Indian Camp" about living forever.
1. Hemingway starts each chapter with a description. An example of this is in the beginning of the chapter "The End Of Something". Hemingway describes Horton's Bay.
2. In "The Three Day Blow" Bill gives Nick some harsh advice about marriage. The manner of which he gives that advice is similar to the way that Nick's father gives him advice about delivering babies in "Indian Camp"
3. Lastly, at the end of "The Three Day Blow" Nick thinks in a nieve manner about things similar to the way that he thinks in "Indian Camp" about living forever.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Series
Sudoku in the newspaper is a good example because every week they have the new problem but also the answers from the pervious week so the readers want to see the answers from the problem they've completed and then they end up doing the new problem and do the whole thing over again the next week.
(PS funny video in next post because i cant figure out how to imbed it)
(PS funny video in next post because i cant figure out how to imbed it)
Serial Format: Book Series
A series of books like the Hunger Games or Harry Potter shows serial format because it is a continuing story line. Instead of having parts of one book there are multiple books, so its more like larger parts of a long storyline, like TV shows, or a movie series. Dickens has a long book that he separated into sections and he put out another section like every week, so people would have to wait for the next part of the story. That is the same with book series. When people read the first book of a series when it first comes out they will have to wait until the next book to find out what happens next in the story.
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