Oh jeez where are the tissues

The final reflection of our class this year. Oh man I am going to cry, which is not a good sight considering that I look like some monster out of a 1970s movie when I do it. Well, this year was incredible if you ask me. I could not ask for a better year. I mean I could, you know, not having homework would be fantastic, but besides that nothing. I thought the chemistry in the class was really great, we all got along. Everyone seemed to like each other, which I certainly was not used to seeing considering I just came from Hell aka Norwalk High. That is what I am going to miss the most, seeing everyone and contributing in some pretty funny conversations. Oh yeah and we all learned quite a bit. 

So I know that without Mrs. Brown’s help, I would throw up all over the AP test. It would be a mess. I was so scared about it for the longest time, but then once the rhythm of the class finally kicked in, I comforted in the idea of knowing what I was doing. The word masters were horrible to do, but I know without them I would, as I have said before, thrown up all over the AP test. I got most of the questions wrong each time, but I knew what to expect, which is what mattered most. And learning the Harry Potter rhetorical devices was also useful. Even though I cannot say half of them still, I know what they are when I see them now. Also, I finally write in MLA format – which I have been doing this whole time – courtesy to Mrs. Brown. I learned how to make good arguments, assertion journals, and college essays, which I would have never learned if not for this class. This class taught me so much, and I am truly devastated that it is over.

Just one last thing. I just want to thank everyone for being so awesome to me this year in English. This class was BY FAR my favorite, and it is obvious why. I loved practically every assignment, from debating which president was better to pretending that we were actually working. So thank you everyone for that and putting up with my weird comments and stories. When I do go back to Norwalk High, I will remember you all. That is all.  

I think I’m good now mom

What this cartoon is portraying is a hen sitting on her egg which transformed into a hen itself. It symbolizes that sometimes parents are too overbearing and protective of their young. It demonstrates that they can be so protective that they never let their children out into the world to experience all that is necessary to know how to survive in life.

I agree with the idea of this cartoon. Parents nowadays are too protective of their young, and do not let them take on the world for themselves. At first it is necessary for parents to care for their children, but after a while, they should let them go. Children need to experience hardships or else they will not know how to do much. A good example of this is teenagers and chores. I have tons of arduous chores, but when I go to college, I’m going to know how to take care of myself. An exceptional amount of teenagers may not know how to do anything beneficial if their parents keep doing everything for them. They may get an A in science, but not even know how to wash the dishes. Although both things are important, life skills must be learned in order to survive in the real world. If they are not, then someone might just hire a maid or someone to do something for them. But what if one day they are lost in the woods, or some drastic situation, and they do not know what to do without someone’s assistance? The result would not turn out well, due to the person’s lack of knowledge in the survival category. This cartoon demostrates what parents should not do to their children: shield them completely from the dangers of the world.       

The Benefits of Church

T.M. Luhrmann, in her Op-Ed article “The Benefits of Church” (2013), asserts that people who go to church live happier and healthier lives than people who do not. Luhrmann supports her assertion by giving reasons as to why churchgoers live better lives; how they have great social support, less desire to take drugs or drink, and the demand to experience a world in a good, positive light. Her purpose is to show readers why going to church is great and that we should “lower the shame for those who are religious” since where they go every Sunday benefits their mental and physical health (she talks about the scientific proof about how it decreases stress). She establishes an informal relationship with her audience of overwhelmed and/or isolated, lonely adults by using many asides and mentioning herself in the article.    

I completely support Luhrmann’s assertion. The fact that people would degrade others for being religious is absurd, considering all the ways it helps improve their life. They live lives surrounded by people who care about and think like them. They are probably more stress free than the people who are making fun of them. People who go to church, go to a community. They are around people who will take care of them when they are sick, out of money, or need help because they are addicted to something socially incorrect. That is another thing about church, it is judgement free. Everyone is there for the same reason, to worship God. So not going to church is actually less intelligent than going, even though many people get made fun for believing in something that you cannot see. I, for one, am one of those people. I am very religious, and thanks to that my life has been improved over the years. But I still get the most askew looks if I tell people that I go to bible camp every summer or do my cross at lunch. It really does not make sense though that they consider themselves superior to me, since I am usually happier than they are! Going to church or having faith makes you a better person overall, just like T.M. Luhrmann said, “A study conducted in North Carolina found that frequent churchgoers had larger social networks, with more contact with, more affection for, and more kinds of social support from those people than their unchurched counterparts.”        


The American Dream

            According to the article, the classic definition of the American dream is to start out poor in the United States, work hard and become rich. As much as I wish it did, I do not think this dream often comes true. I do not think it does because the economy is in terrible shape, and because of that there are not many jobs. So the American dream cannot be achieved; people will not be able to work hard if they do not have something to work with. Another reason people often do not succeed the in achieving American dream is because the price of living has risen over the years. 50 or so years ago, it was easier to succeed after a rough start. Even if you did not have a great education, you could still get a satisfying, good paying job. But now, the requirements for getting a job are higher; there is more competition. And due to inflation, houses are much more expensive than they were in the past. So if you start out poor in the United States, it is practically impossible to work hard and succeed.

Assertion journal time!

Quote: “The anonymity and alienation of big-city life makes people hard and unfeeling.” (Gladwell 27)

In this quote, Malcolm Gladwell is claiming that when people move to the city, they turn into some cold person; devoid of emotions. He is saying that people become transformed due to the atmosphere of a city. He is also making the assumption that being in a big-city, surrounded by strangers, makes you feel alienated.   

I refute Gladwell’s quote. I completely disagree with the assertion that big cities make people worsen in personality; if anything, it could make them better. It could make them closer because of the amount of people. Big cities do have an alien feeling to them, but there are so many people who feel alone, that they will usually find each other, and become friends. Many actors, singers, designers, etc., go to the city to get a fresh start; so they know things may be lonely at first but they feel the sacrifice is worth it. Most people know what they are in for if they move to a big city. They choose to be anonymous; the city does not make them that way. In the city, there are also feelings of warmth, and security. There are so many people that it is hard not to feel secure. An example of this is an apartment building in the city. You could become tight-knit with your apartment neighbors; they could be the ones that save you from a fire or murderer. And because of this closeness, cities might be safer than the suburbs or rural areas. Houses in rural or suburban areas sometimes have a large distance between them, causing some people to feel isolation, or less of a capacity to care. They could own a desolate, lonely house with a gate around it; to block their neighbors out. That could cause unfeeling behavior, and the city did not have anything to do with that.   

The silent tragedy of guns

Charles M. Blow, in his Op-Ed article “A Tragedy of Silence” (2012), claims that the assault weapons ban needs to be reinstated. Blow supports his claim by giving examples (the Newtown and Aurora movie theater shootings), mentioning the Second Amendment, and how people also have the right to be safe. His purpose is to illustrate all the negative effects assault weapons have on America in order to spread awareness about how the gun laws need to change. He establishes an informal relationship with his audience of activists and concerned readers by addressing the audience directly and asking them questions.

Die Welle

Die Welle, or The Wave, was by far the most spectacular movie I have ever seen in school. And it was not just a movie to be seen inside of school, but just a movie anytime or anywhere. Brava Senora Brown! So anyway, The Wave was not only a fantastic movie, but it was relevent to The Tipping Point. They both talked about how easily ideas can turn into epidemics; sometimes getting out of hand. The Wave talked about how quickly the German students conformed to the idea of a dictatorship, while The Tipping Point talked about how quickly Hush Puppies became popular again. I think the purpose of the movie was to show audiences that repeating the Holocaust, would be easy; it would just take a strong and controlling leader.