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.