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Reading The Work
Anthem was very easy to read, however it did make me think a lot about our own society. It question's our morals and how we discriminate and the social class we have placed in our society. It only took me a few days to read because it was relitvly short, but it brought up a lot of valid thought provoking moments.
Picking The work
I had a hard time picking a book because everything i wanted to read wasn't approved. A classmate then brought Ayn Rand's Anthem to my attention. The novel seemed interesting enough and i thought i'd give it a try.
This picture does show a bit of my personality. I like to goof off, and not take things so seriously, this has been both a good an bad thing for me. This picture doesn't show what was going on in my mind at the time, and the struggles i was dealing with. However, that is my personality. i dont like to act depressed when im feeling depressed,it is much easier to put on a smile and act like nothings wrong than act like the world is ending all the time.
Moral
It is hard for me to come up with morals that i live by. This one, very cliche, but made the most sense to me : Don't Be Fake. This could go in terms of being fake to other people, or being fake to yourself. I know countless amount of people who act one way around me, but when they're with others (depending on who the others are) they turn into somebody else. It is very irritating because then i don't know who the real you is. People should at least owe it to themselves to be their true self all the time, and not try and change your persona to fit the people surrounding you, otherwise you'll never know if people like the real you, or just the one you are trying to be.
Bring It On, is a classic high school steriotype movie. The Idea that the cheerleaders run the school, and that all they think about is cheering and men is ridiculous. This movie portrays cheerleaders as stupid, slutty girls who don't care about anything other than cheerleading.
The Myth Of The American Sleepover
The Myth Of The American Sleepover (im pretty sure that's what it was called) was even more obnoxious than Rebel Without a Cause. The acting was even more over the top, and the plot of the movie was ridiculous. I dont know where people get the idea that teenagers act the way that they did in the movie. sure, some teenagers get high and drunk a lot, but its nowhere near as extreme as the movie portrayed it as. This movie is not an accurate portrayal of teenagers.
Momma
My mom said that her name back in high school was "rebel with a cause". yeah, my mother is pretty lame like that. So she has previously seen the movie before it was assigned to us, and she said that she doesn't remember high school being like that. She said that high school was similar in the way of the outcasts and the popular group, but it was nowhere near as exaggerated as the movie was.
Rebel Without A Cause
This movie was completely obnoxious, and not a good representation of high school. It was a typical high school rebellion movie, and had the "clicks". The popular guy, with his "mega hot" girlfriend, and then the outcasts, including the new kid. It addressed what people think teens in high school go through to fit in. I didn't like the movie at all. It was very boring, and the acting was over the top.
WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
the day i got home from the hospital my sister put in jurassic park, and i was scared.
The summer after my accident I attended leadership camp for my second year. As I initially met a group of 18 kids that I had never met before or had barely talked to I thought to myself, “no one here knows who I am. If I was given a second chance at life why shouldn’t I show people who I really am?” We approached an activity called the spider web where we had to get everyone through the web/net without reusing any holes. In my mind I saw the web as the fear I used to have to be myself. I realized that because of this second chance, I had to get rid of my fear and pass through the web. I decided to step out of my shell and I took charge when we first got there. I wanted this group to see who I really was and how my leadership skills could better our group. Our spider web game went successfully and we got everyone through the web. Later that day, I told them I was normally shy and disengaged, they didn’t believe me because of the energy I possessed and gave to our group throughout the week. During this week I realized that being myself had a larger and better influence on the world around me. Just by being myself I can make people happy. Ever since I have been trying to be myself more at home, at school, and around strangers because what people think of me doesn’t matter to me anymore. If I can truly be myself, it doesn’t bother me what people say because they can’t change me. In reality I am a loud, outspoken, and open person around the people I care about; however, I can seem out as harsh and cold around those I don’t know. I want to change this aspect about myself because I will never become close to others if I don’t reach out to them. I was once on the wrong side of the spider web, but now I’m letting life lift me through to happiness.
http://www.andrewcollege.edu/spiderwebteambuilding
Ian's narrative really stood out for me for an obvious reason; i was in his leadership council at this summer camp. I barely knew Ian when we went to this camp, we have never talked that much at school and i saw it as a growing experience for both of us. Duriing the week, we learned a lot about eachother, stuff that we never would have learned if we wern't in the same council. We both steped out of our comfort zones, and worked toward overcoming obstacles that we're holding us back.
Daddy-O
This past summer i went through a dramatic change. When i was young i used to be very close to my father. we would hang out, read, go to stores and have a normal father daughter relationship. The past few years though, something changed. We both became more distant, and he became uninvolved in my life. He continued to show no interest in my life, and be completly isolated from the rest of the family. The worst part is that he didn't even realize that he was doing anything wrong.
My mother and father have always had their issues; not bothering to speak to eachother, and barely muttering two words to eachother every day for several years. I never thought, however, that it would get bad enough to the point where i wouldn't talk to my dad for weeks, eventhough he lived in my same house.
Things continued to get worse as the summer progressed, and as i grew further and further apart from my father, my father continued to believe that nothing was wrong with our relationship. My dad and i butted head several times throughout the summer, either we were didn't talk at all, or we were arguing and yelling at eachother. I was done having a normal relationsihp with him, it just wasn't possible anymore.
I was not sad when my dad moved out of the house this summer. I was not regretfull of not having a relationship with him either. having a relationship with my father was impossible since he showed no interest in having one with me. when my dad left, the house felt lighter and easier to breathe.
it's hard to say if my father and i will ever be normal again. After almost a year of him being gone, and my weekly mass text that my sisters and i recieve from him, i dont care to have a relationship with him either. My father is not an abusive or bad man, he is just one who doesnt know how to develop keep relationships with others. Through the absence of my father i have learned how i want to treat others and the type of people that i want to surround myself with.
