War

Recently we've viewed and analyzed a lot of literature of war. We read SL-V and war poems, but I've also been reading The Things They Carried, which is a war story from vietnam. It talks about war in ways i've never heard or even thought of. War isn't a glam story, and most true stories aren't actually true. They all are exagerated, and most of the time we only see glimpses of things and our minds fill in the rest that happens. The author believes that war isn't glamerous and there isn't conflict thats worth the cost of human life. Overall war is simple, and dehumanizing. It changes good people to the worst, and proves nothing in the end.
I haven't yet finished the book, but so far it has been an enjoyable read. I bet you're all wondering what happens next so i'll be sure to keep you all imformed!

SL-V

At first I imagined this book to be more of a historical and personable account of the Dresden fire-bombing, but instead it's taking a turn I never expected. As the book carries on, Billy's journey to Tralfamadore becomes much more clear and even possible, though he obviously unstable at home. I can see the story going to where I am questioning whether Billy's abduction is real or its just a story Billy believes. I'm still very skeptical, but it's so descriptive and real, that's it hard to imagine that Pilgrim is making it up. This story is much like the movie K-pax, where the protaganist Prote believes he is from the planet K-pax, and he is found by police and taken to a psychiatric facility. Throughout the story you get hints of both arguments, but the question still remains at the end of the movie, whether he was an alien or not. This reminds me a lot of Billy Pilgrim and where the story is going.

Metamorphosis

Change is happening everywhere. Little or massive, our actions are change, and our thoughts are growth. After reading Metamorphosis, I had a hard time finding the symbols for what I thought Kafka was trying to explain, and it wasn't until I learned he had tuberculosis that I realized what he was conveying. His way of saying that he felt apart from everyone was that he was a beetle that everyone tried to be nice to. Even though he was still Kafka, his family and friends obviously took his illness as a sign of being tainted. Kafka was forced to live in a sanitarium and that was the symbol for being locked away in his room. Everything connects and somehow this bizarre story makes sense as a metaphor. Wow Kafka, you blow me away.

Room 210

Of the entirety of classrooms in the highschool, nothing compares to the feelings of room 210. I hate being here. It reminds me of writing assessments and how much I don't like writing assessments. I feel almost helpless in this room, like I'm working in an office cubicle for the rest of my life, alienated by the man if you will. I'm not sure if i'm the only one with hatred for this room, but i can imagine this bland room with bright lights triggers reactions in most people. Hopefully we'll use another lab next time.

Mr. President

The aweinspiring, brain, captivating race for the presidency ended on November 4th. Barack Hussein Obama won the election, and is the first black male ever to hold the presidency. To me this is a huge feet, and deserves a lot more than a whatever attitude. In fact, it was less than 50 years ago that african-americans were given the right to vote, and even some martin-luther activists have lived to see his election as president. I'm not sure what that means as a president, but already he has started as a first, and hopefully he will be able to end with a name greater than being the first black president. Goodluck Barack Obama, I wish you the bestest.