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Friday, December 30, 2011

process analysis...check!


The stereotype I chose to focus on for my “Visual Argument” is stereotypes of black people.  This generalization centers upon the idea that blacks cannot be successful.  The claim of my piece of work is that black people as a whole are not at all unsuccessful, as the stereotype suggests.  In this argument, there are a few warrants that need to be recognized.  One main warrant is the idea of a definition of “successful”.  For my argument, it is assumed that the definition of successful is maintaining a respectable and rewarding job.  Another assumption made is that the figures shown in the work are people that are known by the audience.  If the images displayed unknown people, it would decrease the effectiveness of my argument.  In this case, my primary audience is a group of peers of my generation.  Because of this, I chose, for my video, people that are known by people of my age group.  This way, the audience can easier relate to and connect with the argument at hand.  Another warrant of my argument is the idea that everyone watching knows this stereotype.  The argument would become unclear if the stereotype of blacks is not known by the audience.  It is essential that the audience knows that blacks are said to be unsuccessful, so that my argument makes sense and comes through strongly.
Each picture I chose has a specific reason for being in the work.  The order was also very important, too.  The first nine photos were chosen to illustrate the current stereotype of blacks.  One or two of the pictures are grouped together to show a part of the whole of the stereotype they are stuck with.  The first three pictures are meant to show the section of the stereotype that is poverty.  The first one shows a single, black man slouched on a sidewalk.  He has barely anything with him, and looks poor, which is how we think of poverty and homelessness.  The second and third pictures show a black mother and her kids.  This shows the idea that the mother needs to beg and work hard to support herself and her children.  In the pictures, all of the people have a vacant or depressed facial expression, which helps to create the image of hardship for the families, especially of single mothers.  The idea of single mothers is often associated with black mothers, which is illustrated in these two photos, also.  Another piece to the stereotype puzzle is that black men get with many women.  This is shown in the next picture; a black man with two black women on either side of him.  This fits together to show this part of the stereotype, along with the photos that demonstrate the “black thug”.  This is the last piece to the stereotype jigsaw, and the one that fits most closely with unsuccessfulness.  The pictures I chose show black gang members, complete with saggy pants, bling, drugs, and not-so-nice hand expressions.  The faces of all the figures in the pictures are blank and devious looking- like they are up to no good.  This is how the typical black man is depicted in our community.  The image of the newspaper clipping, about the “Memphis mob”, also shows how people generally think of violence and blacks together.  These nine pictures together make up the complete stereotype of blacks.  I then displayed pictures that give reasons to support my claim of the black stereotype being incorrect.  The pictures are people that are recognizable and fit the social standard of successful.  The first picture I chose is Will Smith.  He is a good example of a black person that has excelled greatly to get to his position as a rapper and actor.  This illustrates the idea of becoming successful as a black.  The rest of the pictures I chose display the same type of idea.  Queen Latifa, also recognized by my target audience, is another example of a successful black person.  In this picture, she is in her Covergirl role, but the mind automatically thinks of other roles, as an actress and singer, that they have seen her in.  The next picture is of Bill Cosby.  Cosby was primarily a comedian—a very well know one, at that—but he was known for many other roles, also.  This shows success.  The picture of Morgan Freeman that I chose includes his Oscar Award.  This displays the idea of success as a black in winning a national award, which is prestigious.  Also, the fact that the audience can recognize him easily is a tip off of success.  The photos I chose of Jennifer Hudson, Stevie Wonder, and Usher portray the same type of success as an actor or singer type figure.  Tyra Banks is the next picture I chose for my video.  I chose her because, again, she is recognizable.  Tyra has excelled in many areas.  From her modeling career to humanitarian efforts, Tyra has demonstrated many types of success.  The next photo I included is one of Tony Dungy.  Dungy has displayed success by becoming a football coach, even after his struggle with play because of being black.  This shows success by his own means, also.  I only included one sports related photo because the idea of blacks playing sports also part of the stereotype.  Tony Dungy’s story is a story of determination to become successful, not just being placed in sports because of his race.  Next, in my work, I placed a picture of Martin Luther King Jr.  He is, of course, known by everyone, and shows a great deal of success.  His success deals, almost totally, with being black.  All of his causes dealt with race discrimination, which shows another aspect of black successfulness.  The next photo is of, not a specific person, but a black soldier, in the war.  I chose this because success doesn’t have to be an actor or singer.  Success, in this aspect, is helping the country as a whole.  She is amounting to a great deal of pride and honor in this position as a soldier.  Even though she is not recognized personally, her position is familiar to the audience of my argument.  The last two pictures I chose were of politicians.  There are many black politicians now, but I picked two that most people would recognize.  Condoleezza Rice, the former Secretary of State, obviously has achieved great success.  Her success is similar to that of Barack Obama.  Both have obtained a one of the highest and most prestigious positions in our country.  It is monumental that they have reached these points because of their race.  This shows ultimate success for them and for our country as a whole.  As a whole, the first half of my pictures makes up the stereotype of black people.  The second half gives reasons on why this stereotype is wrong, making my argument.  I also chose to include two slides with text.  The first slide appears after the stereotypical pictures.  It is only half of the sentence that continues to the other slide.  This one refers to the stereotype saying, “If that was EVERY black…”  The next slide of text comes after the reasons for my argument.  It is the last slide, with the words, “…Then they wouldn’t exist.”  This refers to the pictures of all the successful black people that I displayed in the second half of my video.  These two text slides basically sum up the claim to my argument, with little words.    
The music I chose for my visual argument is a song by Stevie Wonder, titled “Black Orchid”.  When I started looking for music for my project, I decided picking a song by a successful black artist would be a good idea.  I chose Stevie Wonder because his voice is usually recognizable to people.  His voice has a very distinct sound, and I believe he is an incredible singer.  The song “Black Orchid” talks about our world and how it needs to change.  He is referring to the depictions of generalized people and things, which I decided went along with the idea of black stereotypes.  Overall, his voice has a calming effect because it is a lower tone.  He also uses long drawn out words and phrases, which create a more serious and calm tone, which is acceptable for my topic.  In addition to the vocals, the music is very soft and is mainly strings.  The piano, that Wonder is known for playing, is very smooth and soft sounding.  This creates that calming feeling in the audience, also.  If I would have chosen a faster, more upbeat, selection for my video, the feeling and tone of the argument would have changed.  I feel like the meaning would not been as sentimental or serious with a happier sounding song. 

Works Cited
     
http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2006/celebdatabase/willsmith/will_smith1_300_400.jpg
http://www.whitehouse.gov/sites/default/files/administration-official/ao_image/President_Official_Portrait_HiRes.jpg
http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2006/celebdatabase/tyrabanks/tyra_banks1_300_400.jpg
http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2010/startracks/101025/jennifer-hudson-435.jpg
http://e2de.com/morgan-freeman.html
http://www.havelshouseofhistory.com/Rice,%20Condoleezza.jpg
http://www.crttbuzzbin.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/martin-luther-king2-300x259.jpg
http://www.peeperstv.com/pictures/340949/billcosby.jpg
http://media.photobucket.com/image/stevie%20wonder/ejwilsonjr/influences/steviewonder.jpg
http://wordofmorgan.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/thugs.jpg
http://www.churchofgodcarmichael.org/images/stories/homeless%20african%20american.jpg
http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/PSO1871.jpg
http://radiofacts.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/single-black-mother-2.jpg
http://newmexicoindependent.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/memphis-mob-photo1.jpg
http://www.blackradionetwork.com/images/userfiles/smoke-black-girl.jpg
http://hairstylesarea.com/tag/usher-2010
http://www.celebrityendorsementads.com/celebrity-endorsements/celebrities/queen-latifah/images/queen-latifah-cover-girl.jpg
http://cdn.newsone.com/files/2009/02/nfl_g_dungy_580.jpg
http://www.blogcdn.com/www.bvonbeauty.com/media/2011/05/man-women-450pk052411.jpg
http://bossip.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/method-man1.jpg
http://soldier.edublogs.org/files/2010/03/womanSoldier.jpg
http://bossip.files.wordpress.com/jimjones1

Visual Argument...check!

Black Stereotypes

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

fortunes?

Fortune cookies are the best.  I personally don't actually like the cookies, but the fortunes are fun.  But sometimes...they are completely dumb.  Here are a few examples.
What does this even mean?


umm...thanks?


This one really helps me.


How would you react to this one?...


Wouldn't it be fun to write these for your job?  But maybe I'd try actually writing fortunes...not this stuff.  Or jokes.  It always makes me sad when I open up the cookie to find a dumb joke.  I don't even understand them half the time.  Oh well, time for another asian food run!  Adios.

Open Letter

Dear clothing store employee,
I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate what you do.  One thing that I really enjoy is the way you don't allow me to breathe from the moment I walk across the doors of your store.  Your initial bombardment really makes me think if it's worth even looking at the clothes you sell.  Those announcements you give me of every clearance and BOGO is really necessary, considering it's not like it's posted in giant block letters everywhere in the store.  It makes me feel as if I cannot read myself, which, I must tell you, is very encouraging-- it makes me want to turn around and leave right then.  I also really think it's great that some of you attempt to take the clothes I am carrying around and "start a dressing room for me".  It really helps-- I find it very hard to hold two shirts.  The way you sneakily place about five more items in the dressing room, saying they go perfectly with the shirt I chose, is very nice.  It points out the fact that I had seen those in your store already and did not pick them up because I did not like them.  Oh, my favorite is when I try on a hideous pair shirt, that makes me look like a box, and you dart towards the dressing room, when I'm showing my friend, and tell me how great it looks on me.  That doesn't make you seem fake at all.  I love the fact that you think I am too dumb to realize that, too.  It makes me like the store even more.  When I finally decide on a piece of clothing, costing $19.50, and I run up to the counter, in attempt to avoid any unwanted dialogue with you.  Then, I am asked if I would like to buy a pair of socks to bump up my cost, so that I get a special deal.  You ask as if I hadn't already seen the huge displays in your store, again assuming I am not able to read-- giving me that one last chance to walk out without buying anything, having wasted my time.  You finally finish my purchase, after having to ask the manager at least twice about pressing a certain button on the register, and flash me that plastered smile and tell me to have a great day.  I, of course, return the smile and run out of your store-- but not without three of your coworkers telling me to have an awesome day and to come back.  All of this is incredibly necessary, so thank you.  Thank you very much.
Sincerely,
Jessica
P.S. I hope it doesn't shock you too much that I could write this.

Friday, December 23, 2011

sick for christmas?

I'm sick. Yep, sick for Christmas.  For those of you who I've been complaining to the last few weeks at school know what I'm talking about here.  I've had pounding, feeling like my face is going to explode sinus headaches for like the last two weeks.  I've had these before, but...usually they go away.  but not this time, yay!  So, this morning, after a horrid 10 hours of lying in bed trying to find a position to lay in that the pain was somewhat bearable, my mom took me to the doctor.  And he gave me drugs! (I do realize how horrible that sounds. whoops.)  But now he is my favorite person.  So, now, I'm all drugged up and happy! Again, this is sounding bad, but I don't care.  I no longer have a headache because whatever he gave me is working perfectly.  I do hope it continues to work, because being sick for the rest of break would not be fun.  It is a shame to be missing out on playing outside in this nonexistant blizzard we are having... 
However, I have engery now, and no headache, but my mother still won't let me go do anything ("You need to stay home and drink lots of liquids and get lots of rest because you need to get better, and if you go out you will just get more sick.  and if that happens, dont say I didn't warn you.")  So, I'm getting all my wonderful homework given by my wonderful teachers done.  This way, once I do get better, I will be free to go out and have fun, and not be tied down by my homework.  Oh, and, I'll be able to have fun in disney.  YAY, STILL SO EXCITED.  Leaving in a week.  I'm ready to get my picture with Cinderella. But, for now, I need to get better, otherwise, I'll be the one with a pissed off look in every one of those pictures.  Yeah, this will be me. Needless to say, I think it'd be better for everyone if I get better.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Just a little inspiration


So, this has been stuck in my head all day.  It's probably one of my favorite songs of all time (given it is the influence of my blog title).  So, you all should listen to it.  It's so inspirational and gorgeously sang.  So, even if you've heard it a bjillion times before...LISTEN AGAIN.
"Imagine" - John Lennon

Saturday, December 17, 2011

It's Risky Business

When I think of Risk, it usually has a bad connotation.  I feel like when most people take huge risks it doesn't turn out perfect, or even good.  But that's not true.  It might just be that those unsuccessful risks are the only ones that people talk about-- that's how gossip works, I guess, only the bad stuff is spread around.  You always hear about the people that take a risk in their jobs, in stocks, in school projects...and what usually follows that in the same sentence?  "They failed" or "It didn't work, of course." That just shows how negative our society is.  Because of a few failures, less and less people are willing to take that risk, even if it means they don't gain anything in life because of that.  However, this is just what society thinks.  Not me.

To me, risk is important.  Of course, sometimes I don't take every risk that is presented to me, but I try most of the time.  To me, risk is usually having to do with school (because that is where I am most of my life. UGH).  I take risks daily.  These risks could be talking to someone that my classmates consider "weird", or sharing my opinion during a debate in class.  Both of these actions are simple, but they could create a different image of myself in others.  One action could change what someone thinks of you...but that change doesn't have to be bad.  It can be very good.  That is why I take these risks.  So what if a few people completely disagree with me; I can deal with that.  Who knows when my risk will benifit others.  Maybe my actions will create a domino effect, starting something great.  That's why every single risk is worth taking.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

It's hard to believe...but I'm lucky.

Basically every day of my life, a thought runs through my head about how much my life sucks.  I run upstairs and sink into my bed thinking of how I could make things better...how I can make things right again.  The funny thing is, none of this stuff is bad at all.  To me, I guess, it seems horrendous and unbearable--but it's not.  The problems I deal with aren't even half as bad as what others deal with.  I don't have problems in my family, I have possibly the most amazing best friend in the entire world--seriously, she's helped me through a boatload of problems--, and guess what? I have a safe home.  and enough food.  and a loving family.  Some of those things I'm sure my peers at Wayzata can't say they have.  When I think about the things I cry and pout about not having, or things that go wrong...I realize just how dumb they are.  and how stupid and spoiled I am to actually think my life is sucky.  Yeah, little things in my life go wrong.  I have boy..drama.  BUT SO DOES EVERY GIRL.  and friend issues.  SO DOES EVERYONE.  Sometimes those thoughts don't get through my head(that's why I had to write them in caps).  Sometimes I turn to the worst conclusions and decisions.  My mind just flies right to what I think I need to and "want" to do.  and that's never a good thing.  I just need to sit here and think about how lucky I really am.  What happens in my life isn't bad at all.  There are people around me that really need the help and comfort from people, and I don't.  and I could be one to comfort them.  and I want to.  To get them to the point where they can say ..."i'm lucky".    

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Mickey Mouse Obsession

Guys, I'm going to be in Disney in 19 days.  I'm actually so excited.  My family has gone to Disney World at least seven times.  It's just been my mom, dad, sister, and me.  And we have the best times ever.  It's been quite a few years since we've gone, considering my sister is at college in Boston, and it's harder to miss school with my being in high school (rather that being able to miss as much school as I wanted in middle school).  But we've finally found time to go on a family trip there--over new years.  We're Disney freaks.  And the word "freak" is not used softly at all.  I know as much about Disney as a 16 year old can possibly know, and I'm proud of it.  I love being able to recall random facts about obscure movies, such as "Fantasia" or "Bedknobs and Broomsticks"-- it kind of scares people; the reactions are priceless.  So, in 19 days I'm going to be making a point to get pictures with Mickey, Jasmine, and Cinderella, and riding the teacups as many times as possible.  I'm sure there will be ample pictures on facebook for you stalkers. And, since I was in the spirit of Disney, I found a picture of my sister, dad, and me on splash mountain last time we were there! 
Awww, that was so long ago. I can't wait!

Saturday, December 10, 2011

cookies are good.

Just another thought.  For the party, I made these amazing cookies.  They are probably the most basic (other than chocolate chip), but they are heaven.







They are my first love.

effects of the holidays

Tonight, my parents are hosting their anual christmas(holiday party to be politcally correct; although it doesn't seem to bother the jewish couple that is stuffing their faces at my house).  The diversity of the array of couples shuffling through various rooms of our home is odd.  Many of them don't like eachother, don't know eachother, or don't care to know eachother.  Well, actually, that is only for about ten and a half months out of the year.  After Thanksgiving, attitudes seem to transform.  Tonight is the perfect display of this.  The moment they walk over the threshhold, there are choruses of "Merry Christmas!", "How nice to see you!", and "I'm so glad you're here".  The funny thing is, these words are coming from the most unlikely sources.  I've got a hand in this, too.  Since I've got to be the model daughter to our friends and neighbors (according to my dad-- not in those words though), I have the priviledge of taking our guest's coats.  This means, of course, that I am one of the first people that they greet at the door. yay.  Almost every person that has come in the door has immediately outstretched their arms for a hug.  Even the people I don't know.  I'm not at all surprised by this behavior anymore; it has happened every year.  However, it still makes me think.  What is it about the holiday season that changes people?  Is it the snow?  The christmas/holiday lights? The biblical thoughts of what christmas is really about? Or mabye the feeling of that obligation to be joyful because of those Jesus stories?  It also could be that people are already ready to get presents.  They want those gifts, and most people know they will get them.  The thought might cross people's minds that if they are nice to other people, they might get more in return.  I'm positive that is a reason for most people.  Maybe they don't even realize that is the reason; they might cover it up with one of those other reasons, but that thought is always there.  It's human nature to want and be greedy.  I wonder what the reason is for every person that strides through that door, ready to drink and be merry (holiday cliche, i know, forgive me).  I'm sure every person has a different mix of those reasons balled up in the back of their mind.  I know I do too, and I'm searching to find out what my reasons are.  But for now, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, or just Happy holidays.   (hey, at least it's not an emoticon...although, it's probably just as bad.  or worse, considering how long it too me to find the perfect one.)

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Obsessive Compulsive?

You know those days when you can't focus on anything because you have so much to do?  And you just want to finish it all just so you can go to sleep.  That has been been me lately...only about ten times worse.  Needless to say, the last few weeks have been quite stressful.  I don't really know why everything seems to happen at once, but it does.  All of a sudden, I've got loads of homework, that I didn't have before, troubles with many friends, and on top of all that, I have felt sick beyond relief.  As depressing as this sounds, I had to say it.  And the only reason I had to was to explain the causes of...well, what I think are the causes of my increasing OCDness.  Every day, the first thing I do when I get home is make a list of what I have to do that night.  And, of course, it's not just your average list of homework mixed with some sparce chores around the house.  No.  This list consists of everything from eating dinner to taking out my contact.  I feel that if I don't put EVERYTHING on the list I'm going to forget to do it.  Also, for some reason, my new "obsession" is that I need to have every. single. thing. on my desk at the same angle.  My paper is perfectly parallel to my calculator, and my pencil and eraser are perfectly aligned with that.  I noticed this the other day during Chemistry, but I didn't really think anything of it.  The next day I found myself compulsively rotating items to match up at the perfect angle.  Yeah, it made me feel slightly crazy.  My need to be places on time, or even way early, has gotten pretty bad too.  I leave, on average, ten minutes before I need to leave.  There are a few other things like this that I have noticed recently, and I'm sure none of these things were true before my stress level reached this level.  I kind of want to scream.  Hmm..maybe that would help.  Oh dear, I need winter break.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Revision of "On Compassion"

Everyone is so happy. Families walking together;  They've all got bags and bags filled with toys and clothes... and food.  I'd kill to just have one loaf of bread and a warm cup of coffee.  Actually, I wanna just have someone to talk to.  Just a simple conversation.  To feel like someone cares about me.  I wonder if someone here would talk to me; Maybe that woman waiting at the stoplight with the baby.  She looks nice enough.  Well, at least someone that wouldn't run away from me.  At least she's not avoiding eye contact with me like everyone else.  I walk closer to her and realize she seems more tense.  Like she has to protect her baby from me.  I want to tell her I don't want to hurt them.  All I want is a friend.  Or someone to say hi to.  The light is going to change soon, and I don't wanna lose my chance, so my steps quicken.  She glances at me, tightens her grip on her child's stroller, and looks me up and down-- at my torn shirt, and pants too big.  It's only because I can't possibly get better clothes.  Any money I get goes towards food-- otherwise I'll starve.  Now, the woman's movement catches my eye.  She's reaching into her purse.  A few moments later, she pulls out a dollar, and holds it out at arms length.  There's fear in her eye.  But somehow this fear is half masked with compassion.  I stare at her for a while, not knowing what to do.  I want to say something; That I don't need the money.  But, I do.  Otherwise, I won't eat today.  I stretch out my arm and grasp the dollar, but I don't pull it back.  I can feel my lips curling into a slight smile, and see some of the fear disappear from her expression.  Now, I take it and lower my head.  My only choice, now, is to walk away.  Another person's charity case.  Always a charity case, never a friend.

Monday, November 28, 2011

gradin' time

oh hey, again!  Let's see how ya'll did!
cross your fingers and hope for the best.

1. Compare/Contrast
2. Narrative
3. Definition
4. Cause and Effect
5. Process Analysis
6. Description

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Well, I hope these are right.

1. Sometimes hope and want can be used similarly, but they are different.  To go along with the holiday spirit, you can both hope for a puppy for Christmas and want a puppy for Christmas.  However, there is less greed associated with hope.  But wanting something; now, that's all greed.

2. I guess I didn't quite know the feeling of true hope until freshman year.  A close friend of mine was struggling with suicide.  We all did everything we could to help her, but over weekends, all you can do is hope.  You hope her family will realize what is going on; hope that she knows how much you care about her; and you hope that you will see her Monday.  These feelings of hope make you realize how much you care about someone or something.  If the feeling becomes strong enough, it becomes your reality.

3. Hope is that feeling when you want everything to turn out for the best, no matter what.  Expectations for the fantastic results of events are centered upon one outcome, and if that outcome becomes impossible, hope is lost.

4. Usually, to egg on this feeling of hope, something of importance needs to be at stake.  You, then, want a certain outcome to occur.  This want turns into need, quite stronger and more dramatic.  Then, if you feel strongly enough about the event, this need transforms into hope.  Hope is the most mighty of the feelings.  Once hope comes, it doesn't disappear unless the outcome is achieved...or the outcome is made impossible.  Then all hope is lost.   

5. Okay, so you really want something, but you know it won't happen.  However, you ask your parents anyways.  You're mom responds with a 'maybe!' Oh no.  Hope is triggered at this point.  There's no turning back now.  You've avoided the dreaded 'NO.'  So, now in your mind, that maybe is a yes.  You don't stop hoping for that moment when your wish is granted.  But, after repeated begging, you're parents tell you no.  Now your hope has fallen to the floor, rolled around in circles, and fallen down that vent.  It's lost. Probably forever.  Leaving you with a temporary depressed feeling.  Uh oh.

6. You're heart begins to ache.  Yes, actually ache for something to happen.  What you hope for starts to be the only idea in you head all day.  During that test, you have no concentration, except on that one event.  It takes over your life.  Everything you do reminds you of that, and you transform into a walking shipwreck.  What you hope for better happen soon, or you'll explode.  It basically eats you alive, until, the opposite happens.  After that happens, you sink into darkness.  All hope has vanished, leaving you to deal with the effects.

HAVE FUN GUESSING. (insert an excited emoticon here)

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Shifting Standards

People are always saying how standards have changed. And when you hear this, you nod your head in agreement, but don't really add anything.  But, bloggers, now take time to think about these standards.  Think about a girlfriend.  What was she expected to do back fifty years ago?  Women had that Donna Reed role in the relationship.  Now, what are girls expected to do? In attempt to keep this a G- rating, I'll refrain from specifics.  But it's crazy, actually.  I don't understand why.  Was this shift spiked by the demands of males, or was it the desperate actions of women as they search for some guy that will seem to NEED them?  Either one of those makes our society seem icky.  If men have managed to objectify women to the point where they have no choice in what they do, because if they don't agree upon these things, no boy will want them, that is honestly pathetic.  But if girls are sooo desperate to be willing to do these things to find a boy, it is just as much their fault as the males.  As long as women agree to conform to these standards, nothing will change.  Nothing at all.  It will just get worse, and more demanding. I'm pretty sure no female out there wants that.  We just want a loving relationship, for the most part.  But if to get that, we think giving hand jobs, and more to the guy will make him become that loving partner, we're crazy.  Obviously something has to change.  Fast.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

OMG, this is, like, so, like, legit. (Slang, Colliquial Language, and Popular Expressions)

When I think about language today, I mean really think about it, I kind of cringe.  Comparing the way we use words and phrases today, to how we used them five, twenty, or one hundred years ago is crazy.  Everything is different.  I mean, for one thing, there is basically an entire new language. You've probably heard someone utter the phrase "beeteedubs" or "ohemgee".  Obviously these came from the 'texting language'.  In my opinion, these...words... should stay in the texting world and not be used in speech.  Even then, these are examples of the massive change in speaking and writing style.  Fifteen years ago, an email to a friend would have been sent, with formal language, as if you were writing a letter.  I find this to be much more polite.  Behind the screen on a computer or phone, people become more confident that they can say whatever they want.  People can be as mean or impolite as they want, without being in fear that they will be in trouble.  Well, not right that second anyway.  This certainty behind the screen leads to uncertainty in person.  We aren't really sure how to act, which, in my opinion leads to the overuse of some words, such as 'um' and 'like'.  I know I use both of these words constantly, and I also know that I shouldn't.  Half of the conversations today are pointless.  They are mixtures of these words, along with others, that have no reason or point in the various contexts they are used in. Seriously.  Think back to your most recent conversation; I'm certain 'um' was used at least five times, if not more.  And did it make any difference in the dialogue? Except to make either speaker seem more unsure of themselves?  Credibility is challenged with every word we choose to use.  Almost every word that our society overuses destroys part of that credibility.  I'll list some of these: um, like, totally, sooo, actually, super, very.  I'm sure every one of you, along with myself, have used every single one of these multiple times.  That just shows how much our society has changed.  We all know these things damage our credibility, but does that stop us? No. Not at all.  Everyone uses 'em so we ALL continue to use these very colloquial, pointless words.  We just all wanna fit in.  Hey bloggies, if you want examples, just reread the last 400 words or so--you'll see what I mean.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Greed kills.

I've decided that people are needy.  Basically, we're never satisfied with what we have.  Ever.  You can blame it on the fact that we're humans all you want, but that's just not an excuse. Think back so something you've really wanted. Not just sorta wanted it.  Like you would DIE if you didn't get it.  Then think about what happens the days after you get it.  Let's see. The day you get it, you are obsessed with it. Let's say it's a new game on your phone. (even though you most likely wouldn't be dying to get that...) But that first day, you play that game about twenty billion times.  It is your life.  Then the next day comes.  You play it a few times, but not even half as much as the day before.  In the next few days, you maybe play the game once or twice.  Fast forward a week, and you never play the game.  You really don't care that you got the game anymore.  It's old news.  Now you want something else.  This seriously happens with everything in life.  It gets really annoying if you start to realize it.  Everything is taken for granite now.  We don't get the fact that we're so lucky to be able to get what we want when we want it.  I know I'm guilty of this.  I also know that it's hard to stop acting this way.  It happened tonight to me.  I realized I could have the thing I'd wanted for such a long time, but now that I have it, I really don't want it anymore.  It's not important, and I seem to have moved on to something else.  It's a horrible habit. But it is a habit no matter how bad. I wish I could be happy with the one thing I want.  To be able to be satisfied and not just want more.  But that's not how it works.  I'm way too greedy. Me and the rest of our country, and a lot of the world are the same.  We all continue to utter the words more. more. more.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

everybody has their routine

we all have routines.  routines for just about everything.  From getting ready in the morning to how we eat our dinner-- whether its clockwise around the plate or a specific order of meat, vegetable, bread, fruit.  One routine every single person has is how we write.  It might not be something you think about, and it might not be an OCD routine, but it's there alright.  For me, I can never write at a table, desk, or basically anything solid.  I can't write well on a regular computer either.  My best writing is done on my laptop, while I slouch comfortably on the couch in our living room.  Sure, it's possible for me to type out a conveyor belt piece of writing on a school computer, but it won't be close to my best work.  One more must is music.  It doesn't matter what kind of music, classical or rap, but it's gotta be there.  When I first turn it on, I immediately start belting out the song, be it "My Heart Will Go On" or "Smack That", creating an almost impossible place to work.  But as the second or third song ends, my singing turns to writing.  I only hear the background music, not the words.  Then, I write until the paper is done.  After I'm done, there is NO recollection of any song that played while I was working.  Most of the time, I hit "back" on my iPod about twenty times to see what songs played, most of them being one of those songs I always skip, when my iPod is on shuffle.  I then pause my music, and print out my paper.  Now I gotta edit.  I yell for my dad (actually scream), and ask him to go through.  He always is better at editing the ideas and comprehensibility of my sentences and paragraphs.  After that, I go through and merge those ideas, along with my new ideas, into my essay, and reprint.  This time, it goes to my mom.  Grammar and spelling edits are what she does best.  Those are an easy fix.  Now, "play" is tapped on my iPod, and I sing...again.  The whole process gets to start over.  I do this about twenty billion times before I'm done.  yeah...I actually might seem OCD about these things, but oh well.  It's my OCD, and no body is gunna take it away. (Just to let you know..I'm not crazy enough to edit my blogs like that.  But some out of tune singing did happen.)

Friday, October 21, 2011

It's about that time again

I was actually annoyed when we got an open blog post this weekend.  I had actually no idea what to write about.  I sat down in a comfy chair and blanket and began to write about stresses of life-- the only thing on my mind.  But no sooner did I finish that piece, did I highlight every word of it, and tapped the delete key.  That was not what I wanted to write about.  There I sat for a good ten minutes staring out the window at the picturesque day outside.  It was so sunny; not a cloud in the sky.  I could be the perfect summer day.  However, a closer look would reveal the brown, leafless trees and wilting grasses.  The transition is almost complete.  Minnesota would soon turn into that bleached wonderland once again.  Grass will no longer be visible, along with most of the world, and not to mention the temperature will divebomb about eighty degrees.  As I watched this I pondered the banal question, what's your favorite season?. Whenever this is asked, my answer is never solid.  Usually, I teeter between spring and summer, but the word winter is never far to follow.  I think living in Minnesota creates a soft spot for winter, no matter how much you hate the two-inch think, pain-in-the-ass ice on your windshield at 6:40 in the morning, or the six months without seeing ground, or even the occasional month without going above zero degrees, winter still has a place in our hearts.  I know I could never live in a place that doesn't get snow or doesn't even get below freezing.  As much as I love to think of myself as a summer girl, there is no doubt that winter is my season.  It's in my blood.  For now, fall is here, but not for long.  In no time at all, Minnesota will be that white wonderland once again.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

I sometimes really hate people.

Everyday, wandering through the world, I begin to hate people more and more.  Or maybe it's just because of some things they do or say.  I have some really weird pet peeves, but here they go.

  • People who walk like .0000001 spm (steps per minute)
  • Updating your facebook statii about every two seconds. GET A TWITTER ALREADY.
  • One word(or letter) answers to a very long text
  • When someone asks you a question and when you try to answer they totally ignore it
  • fancy names of colors. ex) fuchsia... it's pink for goodness sake.
  • long nails.  They just gross me out.
  • the expression "no offense, but..." Face it, it is offensive so get over it.
  • loud breathing. so creepyyy.
  • that person who always blinks or sneezes in the perfect picture
  • not using your blinker when you're gunna turn.  honestly, its one finger click. just do it. do it.
  • mirror pictures. by yourself.  really? just really?

Am I Really To Blame?

A finger always has to be pointed when something goes wrong.  So, who's to blame for the bad grades of students? Actually, just students in the United States. Basically, the other countries are perfects, right.  It's only us that need help.  Wait...is that true?  Can students of different nationalities really be fairly compared to every single student in the US? Yeah...no. 
At first glance, "For Once Blame The Students", really pissed me off. How dare they blame everything on the kids?  I'm pretty sure that reaction comes just because I am one of those students.  After a closer read through, my opinion changed.  Not totally, but it did change. If you think about it, not every kid is one of the students called out in the essay. As we kind of talked about in class, students in AP classes are not exactly the kinds of kids that the reading is talking about.  Other kids, even some of us, don't try as hard as we could.  Actually, I know for sure, that in my American Lit class, I really do not try as hard as possible.  If a lot is not expected of us, we aren't going to work as hard.  It's simple, really.  That is the part I decided I agreed with.  But. As I said, I didn't agree with every single part of it.  I really think that some of the blame should be put onto the teachers. (If a blame NEEDS to be placed, I guess.) In my experience, if I have a teacher that can't really explain what to do(especially in math or sciency things) or they just aren't excited about what they are teaching, I don't get it.  So. Then I stop trying.  It doesn't seem worth it.  If the teacher is not into the subject, why should I be? I guess, if i need to blame someone, putting it on one group of people doesn't seem right.  I'd have to say it'd be on both the students and teachers.
Once we watched "Two Million Minutes", my opinion changed again.  Well, not really.  I just kind of added to it.  Now, I think that family style is to blame also.  The kids in India were really influenced by their parents and what they did.  They didn't really have a choice of what to be, so they were focused on that because they're parents told them to be.  It was basically just what happened, no questions asked.  This was also the case in China.  But at the end, the only ones that really achieved their goals were the Americans.  Hmmmm. Seems a little weird considering the entire movie portrayed the kids from the US as bad.  That they didn't really care.  But they did.  They cared about what they wanted to do.  Not what their parents or peers wanted them to do.  I guess high school grades can be influenced differently if you are forced into when to and how much to study.  If that's the case, you'll get better grades in high school.  But what about in the real world.  If everyone is like that, who is really going to stand out to get that job.  
I've mentioned blame throughout.  But if students, teachers, and family are to be blamed, is there really anyone being blamed?  Or.  Is it even worth blaming everyone? 

Saturday, October 8, 2011

"Boys? ewww." to "Boys? yumm."

So, in our class book club groups, we're reading "The Female Mind".  It sounds weird and sciency, doesn't it? well, it's not. And actually I've been thinking about it a whole lot. Like every emotion that I've experienced in the last few weeks goes back to what I read about in that book. And it makes sense.  Seriously.  If you don't believe me, go read it, you'll love it.  But even more than emotions it makes me think about the transition in a girls life that revolves around boys.

Little Emily is three years old, and her best friend is Ben.  Ben is her next door neighbor, and there is never a time where they are both home and not outside making sand castles or plummeting down the seemingly giant yellow slide.  The two are inseparable.  One day a promise was made that they will always be best friends.  Always.


Now seven, Emily is prancing around the playground with her best friend Caroline, playing double dutch and singing rhymes.  Wait, her best friend? What about Ben? Where's he? Well, of course he's off bouncing around a basketball with his buddies, Tommy, Eric and Bobby.  Ben and Emily act as if they don't even know each other because, obviously, "Ben has cooooooties!"


Ben and Emily are now in middle school.  They ride the same bus and have almost all of the same classes, yet there is still no clue that they were best friends.  However, as the year goes on, Emily starts to crush on Ben.  Of course, she tries to keep it quiet and between friends, but he finds out. (Pstt, people really don't keep secrets Em.) He acts as if this is the worst, most embarrassing thing ever! Emily is absolutely mortified.  Soon, she gets over Ben and moves on to another boy that actually likes her.

Jump another two years, and Ben is finally into girls.  He realizes Emily is the perfect girl for him, but he blew his chances.  She won't talk to him because of how horrible he was to her.  She hates him.  He is almost in love with her.  Being and immature 13 year old boy, Ben makes fun of Emily, even though he really likes her.  His friends embarrass him, to no end, about Emily, and this just makes her hate him more.

Now, they are juniors in high school.  Both maturing and nearing the end of puberty.  Ben finally gets up enough courage to ask her out.  And guess what? She says yes, knowing this is right.  They still live next to each other, drive to school together, have classes together, and talk constantly.  But one thing has changed, Ben and Emily no longer "have cooties". 

Okay, that may have been like a mini fairy tale, but oh well --  it's cute! (and totally true -- to a point) I think it's actually funny how much feelings towards the other gender change in so little time.  I know I definitely have that "ew, cooties" boy, that now is a total "yummm" boy.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Obama: Master of speeches?

You might expect every presidential speech to be the same.  The same huge words, professional tone, and standard topics that most of the world doesn't fully understand.  Well, that definitely was not the case with Obama's "Back to School" speech, on September 28, 2011.  No, in this particular speech, he used the opposite of all those. 

Looking back at his speech, it's hard to forget that smile he flashed at the audience, and the 'down to earth' "hey", that he greeted his audience with.  Although the speech was being broad casted all over, he created a trusting environment for the school in which he was delivering his speech.  From the minute Obama walked onto the stand, you could tell people felt comfortable with him.  He began to make connections with his audience right away by complimenting the girl that made the introduction, along with their principal.  You could say he was trying to flatter the school, along with every student, teacher, and guest that attended.  Later in his speech, he brought up his ethics class, in high school. With this, he related himself with the students that aren't good at a certain subject, or that just don't like their classes.  All of this was done on purpose to tap into the emotions of his listeners.  Those tactics didn't seem to hurt his credibility either! Mentioning the mayor of Washington, D,C, and other administrators created a good image of him (although he already has a pretty good image...he IS the president). Later in his speech, Obama mentions facebook and twitter, in attempt to create a stronger relationship and higher credibility with his audience.  Oh, that doesn't help his credibility? Well, yes it does, because his immediate audience is, after all, high school students.  And face it, we are all obsessed with tweeting, facebook stalking, and status updates.  Pretty good trick he used there, eh?

Overall, Obama's voice is always clear and loud.  It is accompanied by a tall, straight-backed stature.  This makes him appear confident, and a confident person is way easier to trust, in my experience.  They seem to know exactly what they are talking about, and seem to be proud to talk about it.  By doing this, the president is making it a whole lot easier to persuade his audience.  In this case, his argument is about continuing school.  He explains why this generation needs to keep going through high school and college.  He sneaks in a little logos in there, by telling the students that 60% of jobs will need a college degree or higher.  In dropping that statistic, Obama is making the kids realize they need to go to school in order to get a job and survive.  This is precisely what he wants.  It may be that Obama is only good at picking when to splice in facts, not just a master manipulator.  That's probably a good thing, though. 

This exact speech, along with all of Obama's other speeches are packed with gestures and different tones, depending on the topic at hand.  A common theme in Obama's speeches is talking about now.  Now is the time for... We need to do this now.  When he says the word 'now' his voice gets a noticeable amount louder, and he points.  He does this every time.  This puts emphasis on that word, and makes his audience pay attention.  "Now" seems important, urgent, and even life changing; creating that feeling of purpose in the students, and others he is talking to.  

All of this put together created a very comfortable, honest and understandable address.  Everyone could understand it.  Everyone could relate to it.  And everyone could feel the need to do what he said.  I guess that's a pretty accomplished speech, huh?  

Saturday, September 24, 2011

"The Jim Crow Laws of the 21st Century"

So, I'm sure everyone has heard of the civil rights movement in the 50's and 60's.  If you haven't, that's just sad.  This was a huge part of our american history, and EVERY PERSON in the US you know about it.  If you know more about those demonstrations, than just black vs whites, you should know that inhumane and non ethical laws (know as the Jim Crow Laws) were put into effect by the majority of states and cities in the nation.  After reading through a few of these, I began thinking about how stupid these laws really were.  So, I decided that I would put together a list of laws that would equate to those in the 1950's and 1960's.  Now, I totally know how dumb these sound, but, hey, the Jim Crow Laws were also crazy, and let's just say it, stupid as hell.  So here they are, "The Jim Crow Laws of the 21st Century".

1. No persons with differing colors of hair can be served food in the same room as each other.
2. Any person, with blue eyes, that wishes to have relations with someone with green eyes, is prohibited from that.
3. If you're favorite color is green, you cannot share a bus with someone that has the favorite color of pink.
4. There must be separate drinking fountains for those who go to public school and private school.
5. People over the height of 5'7" must go to a separate hospital than those of 5'7" and under.
6. No child with brown hair may go to the same school as a child with blonde hair.
7. A curly haired boy cannot be part of the same football team as a straight haired boy.
oh...and...
8. Nobody of a different name than "Jessica" can read this blog post.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

why eggs?

William Kennedy. A writer as well as an undiscovered comedian. Who writes about eggs. 
As I started to read this, I found that I sympathized with his father. I actually thought to myself why the heck would someone ever, in their right mind, write about eggs? But as I continued to read about his pathetic short story, I realized that "Eggs" was precisely the experience Kennedy needed to keep on going with his writing. My sympathizer, his father, boldly exclaims to him how bad his writing is. At first, the bluntness of his fathers words would shock William, as well as the reader, but after a few years pass (a few paragraphs for the reader), the hidden, maybe unknown, intention of his father would become clear. At this point, I started to be able to relate my own life to the 'essay', instead of the "demeaning" father. This helped me, again, to turn my attention to a moral, for a lack of a less 'studious' word.  This moral was that the truth is the best thing. If everybody in this story would have told William that his story was amazing, instead of horrible, he would not have the motive to keep writing, even after his short story was declined from Collier's Magazine. I relate this to most everything I love to do in my life, because if I always thought I was perfect...what more would I have to work towards?

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Why I Write...

     My writing has always been something I'm proud of.  However, I only enjoy writing about things I come up with.  Maybe it's because I like to be in charge of things, or maybe because more thoughts flow in my head about my own ideas.  I feel like it's always been like this. 
     In middle school writing classes, we'd all get assigned topics to write about.  I wrote okay papers, but they were the standard five paragraph essay that Wayzata schools pound into our heads.  They had long lists of descriptions about every single subject in my piece of writing, put in just to make the work longer.  If the right amount of work was put in to the paper, we all got good grades.  Because of this, I, along with everyone else, kept pushing these types of writing out, even if we hated it, we needed the acceptable grades.
     It wasn't until high school that I realized writing was not supposed to be that way.  Writing is something that is meant to show the true feelings of the author.  This was when I began to stray away from the over use of crazy adjectives and the same old structured paper.  I think it was then that I realized how much I loved writing.  It was a way for me to display the thoughts in my head; a way that I was good at. 
     After furthering my experience in WHS English classes, I decided that I want to teach writing classes when I grow up.  I want to help others discover that writing can be fun.  I know the only way to keep advancing my writing techniques is to keep writing.  So, this is why I write...

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

yay, im a blogger

well hey there, fellow bloggers! I guess since this is my first time blogging, I have absolutely no idea what to write! so here goes the first attempt! I'm thinking it's going to take a very long time for me to get used to this, so I'm sure that my page will change about a billion times.  Until next time, have an awesome life (;