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 24, 2011
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?
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...
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 (;
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