The short story “Marriage Is A Private Affair” by Chinua Achebe, is in short a story of marriage that occurred many years ago. Back then a person would marry someone who was chosen for them, now and days we choose who we marry and who our hearts love. In contrast from my parents, the father of the young man in this story gives his son his back because of an irrational marriage he did not put together. My parents are both very inattentive parents that I cannot recall a moment here they sat next to me and talk to me about anything that had to do with marriage. In this case I had set my own standards. However, although my parents did not talk to me about marriage, I understood for sure that they were not like old-fashioned attitudes that would accommodate the marriage themselves. Something I remember from both of my parents saying to me when I was young was that I should not marry a gangster, drug attic, or lazy person. They would tell me that to find someone with a good education and character to maintain his family stable. Although I did not marry a gangster, drug attic, or lazy person, I did not marry an educated one either, I chose who my heartfelt in love with and I am very proud, thankful and appreciated of my choice. Yet, the relationship between my sister and my father changed over a marriage situation. And although my father never set any kind of standards between husbands, he did not appreciate my sister’s husband and so both of his grandchildren from my sister’s side have not met him. Here I am comparing him to the grandfather of this story, because he is stubborn enough to refuse anything with the family, although his grandchildren would like to meet them.
If I put a little bit of a harder thought into this measurement, It could be possible that my parents might have an aggressive understanding to a marriage. I believe that both of my parents would be betrayed or at least felt betrayed if the person I chose was different than me. That can be in many outrages senses. I got married after my parent’s separation and putting this into thought my father would have a mere image of my husband. He has never met my husband, but I believe they would get along. We were both raised in the same neighborhood, he has a soft attitude, he has a sense of humor, and a very artistic character. However, my husband never made it past 11th grade in high school. He has achieved many goals in life, but my father will probably be upset at this, since he had education first in line. However, I really appreciate the fact that I live in the world of today and I am not over taken by the shameless attitudes of controllable parents who would rather set your heart down with whom they believe is good for you, rather than letting your heart love whom they desire.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Making Connections #1 pg 520
Doctorow’s essay is a very precisely offset essay which subjects the matter on religious infidelity. On the other hand we have the comparison of another religious essay but, this essay is more of a realistic look at the world and at the beliefs which many religions misjudge us by. Rushdie’s piece of literature is very interesting because it focuses its attention on writing a letter to the six billionth living person, he expresses many beliefs and disbeliefs among the religions and he also supports his ideas of how religion shouldn’t be chosen by one person but rather be adhere and perceive by oneself.
The title of both pieces of literature also has a wall between the title and the actual essay. Doctorow’s essay depicts the infidels and how most reality actions are force to use a religion aspect to make through their point. Doctorow has specifically justified and explained many religious aspects and how a human being is view of infidel for not following the rules of a text or what another human of that religion might say. Rushdie is more of an ironic speaker because he may be a religious person, but somehow he separates his personal moral beliefs and his actions to his own understanding of them, He also expresses that eventually everyone starts making a story of how we came to this life, and that we shouldn’t belief a text or another person explaining it because most of the time they are wrong. Both of this essay’s have the comparison way of uniting religion and rebelling against its belief, but they also differ in the way that one is specifically focusing on the religion infidels and the other one is hoping to show this six billionth person to imagine there is no heaven and to make up his own moral beliefs.
I personally found the letter written by Rushdie more intense and stirring. At times I feel he has great support for his arguments. He makes me belief the idea that we have to belief in ourselves and not a book. But then again I get push back to my beliefs in religion. He does contain many interesting justifications and actions of imagining that there was no heaven, but can you imagine what if there was no heaven?
Since I found Rushdie’s more intense and stirring, I also find it more persuasive. This essay caught my attention and at times changed my mind about religion. Although I consider the phrase “Imagine there’s no heaven” very heavy in action and a very dramatic sensation. It is a good thing we can imagine, but then again, if there was no heaven then we would have to rely on something else to lean our personal morals towards.
Throughout both essay the principles are the same because they are focused against religion, but we are being pushed in two different directions. Rushdie pushes his routes towards the phrase “Imagine there’s no heaven,” while Doctorow pushes his essay more of a compelling and justifiable way to look at infidels.
The title of both pieces of literature also has a wall between the title and the actual essay. Doctorow’s essay depicts the infidels and how most reality actions are force to use a religion aspect to make through their point. Doctorow has specifically justified and explained many religious aspects and how a human being is view of infidel for not following the rules of a text or what another human of that religion might say. Rushdie is more of an ironic speaker because he may be a religious person, but somehow he separates his personal moral beliefs and his actions to his own understanding of them, He also expresses that eventually everyone starts making a story of how we came to this life, and that we shouldn’t belief a text or another person explaining it because most of the time they are wrong. Both of this essay’s have the comparison way of uniting religion and rebelling against its belief, but they also differ in the way that one is specifically focusing on the religion infidels and the other one is hoping to show this six billionth person to imagine there is no heaven and to make up his own moral beliefs.
I personally found the letter written by Rushdie more intense and stirring. At times I feel he has great support for his arguments. He makes me belief the idea that we have to belief in ourselves and not a book. But then again I get push back to my beliefs in religion. He does contain many interesting justifications and actions of imagining that there was no heaven, but can you imagine what if there was no heaven?
Since I found Rushdie’s more intense and stirring, I also find it more persuasive. This essay caught my attention and at times changed my mind about religion. Although I consider the phrase “Imagine there’s no heaven” very heavy in action and a very dramatic sensation. It is a good thing we can imagine, but then again, if there was no heaven then we would have to rely on something else to lean our personal morals towards.
Throughout both essay the principles are the same because they are focused against religion, but we are being pushed in two different directions. Rushdie pushes his routes towards the phrase “Imagine there’s no heaven,” while Doctorow pushes his essay more of a compelling and justifiable way to look at infidels.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Writting topics p371#1
How do my tastes define who I am? This is a very smart question that every single person connects to. I consider myself to be a different person from most of the college students today. Other than being a young mother, many of my tastes define my attitudes of who I am. Several things such as the things I wear reflect who I am. Before my reflections I would like to tell you a little bit about myself. I am a Hispanic young mother who loves to go out and dance and spends lots of time in the park. I love Spanish music, and if I am ever seen in a club then it must be Spanish music. Most of my friends are older of age and most of them have kids already, which lead me to the point that I am not like most young college students today.
Now that I told you a little bit about myself I would like reflect on the tastes that define who I am. I am still a young girl which set me on the ship of being on “style”. I am not picky with clothes, but I like to look nice. I usually listen to Spanish music and I hate new R&B music or any new music that young people think its “cool”. When it comes to television shows, I guess I can rely on many different subjects. I watch cartoons with my daughter, sports with my husband and soap operas with my mother. I am just using the general lesson of the world and what’s on TV.
I came to like many of these things because this is what I always wanted to do. The music came from young age, but I was always listening to whatever was a good style of the young. Eventually I met my husband and he loves the same music I do. Which was great because I can finally listen to Spanish music without being embarrassed that I did not like what most of my friends did. Other than the music everything else came with the age and the different circumstances I was placed on by destiny itself. It was more of a matter of choice and desire, rather than a force.
I think many people in the world are happy on what reflects their personality and themselves. However, some people hide many things and what is really being reflected is the story they want to be played out. In my case I am straight out with the world and the way I am. I make everything reflect who I am and what I like. I lost any interest in having people being interested with me because I am happy with myself and with who I am. Most of all I believe most of my reflections define me as a young happy and interested person who is motivated in moving forward in the world.
Now that I told you a little bit about myself I would like reflect on the tastes that define who I am. I am still a young girl which set me on the ship of being on “style”. I am not picky with clothes, but I like to look nice. I usually listen to Spanish music and I hate new R&B music or any new music that young people think its “cool”. When it comes to television shows, I guess I can rely on many different subjects. I watch cartoons with my daughter, sports with my husband and soap operas with my mother. I am just using the general lesson of the world and what’s on TV.
I came to like many of these things because this is what I always wanted to do. The music came from young age, but I was always listening to whatever was a good style of the young. Eventually I met my husband and he loves the same music I do. Which was great because I can finally listen to Spanish music without being embarrassed that I did not like what most of my friends did. Other than the music everything else came with the age and the different circumstances I was placed on by destiny itself. It was more of a matter of choice and desire, rather than a force.
I think many people in the world are happy on what reflects their personality and themselves. However, some people hide many things and what is really being reflected is the story they want to be played out. In my case I am straight out with the world and the way I am. I make everything reflect who I am and what I like. I lost any interest in having people being interested with me because I am happy with myself and with who I am. Most of all I believe most of my reflections define me as a young happy and interested person who is motivated in moving forward in the world.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Making Connections p161
Reading both of this poem caused so much destruction in my heart. They are two very opposite poems and, yet life is in between both. The poem Hanging Fire has an affectionate sensation of a young teen feeling isolated and different. Than in the poem From the Diary of an Almost-Four-Year-Old there is a young girl who looks up to the future and to the future of a younger child. Both poems have their own ways to explain things. Both of these poems have repetitions in their piece of literature that contribute to the entire thesis.
In the poem Hanging Fire by Audre Lorde, we see the repeated phrase “…and momma’s in the bedroom with the door closed.” Just by this phrase we can see that there is a child still searching for his momma and his mommas help and yet, she is behind doors leaving him on his own. In this poem we see that there is a depressant expression towards life. This young man is thinking of what would happen if he was dead. This poem also expresses a sense of a kid looking for momma. He explains all the things he still has to learn and there is no one there to guide him, there is a door separating his childhood from adulthood which he cannot understand. He expresses himself in a way that makes me understand that he might as well be dead since no one will actually be hurt by this. This fourteen year old kid has no believe that he will lived through long enough to grow up and yet he still repeats, “…and momma’s in the bedroom with the door closed.”
In the second poem From the Diary of an Almost-Four-Year-Old by Hanan Mikha’il ‘Ashrawi, we see a better perspective of life with fear towards one thing. The repeated phrase toward the soldier with the big gun makes us understand that this four year old has fear to the soldiers out there. She has gotten an eye blown out and yet, this young girl still looks forward to the future and what she will do in the future and she tries to figure out how she will be able to see with only one eye. This young girl talks about life in a positive way and something she looks forward to. As for death, the young girl does not express any kinds of attitudes towards dying or leaving the world. She rather views life through the lighted route where she follows. One very interesting detail about this young four year old is when she points out about the nine month old that has lost an eye also. She considers the fear that the same soldier shot both of them and she says, “…but she’s just a ay who didn’t know any better.” This small phrase makes a very huge impression on the type of person this young girl is. She feels bad that she has lost an eye, and yet she still says that she has lived through four years already and this baby is just beginning to see. I think this young girl will grow up to have a generous soul to other humans of the world.
In the poem Hanging Fire by Audre Lorde, we see the repeated phrase “…and momma’s in the bedroom with the door closed.” Just by this phrase we can see that there is a child still searching for his momma and his mommas help and yet, she is behind doors leaving him on his own. In this poem we see that there is a depressant expression towards life. This young man is thinking of what would happen if he was dead. This poem also expresses a sense of a kid looking for momma. He explains all the things he still has to learn and there is no one there to guide him, there is a door separating his childhood from adulthood which he cannot understand. He expresses himself in a way that makes me understand that he might as well be dead since no one will actually be hurt by this. This fourteen year old kid has no believe that he will lived through long enough to grow up and yet he still repeats, “…and momma’s in the bedroom with the door closed.”
In the second poem From the Diary of an Almost-Four-Year-Old by Hanan Mikha’il ‘Ashrawi, we see a better perspective of life with fear towards one thing. The repeated phrase toward the soldier with the big gun makes us understand that this four year old has fear to the soldiers out there. She has gotten an eye blown out and yet, this young girl still looks forward to the future and what she will do in the future and she tries to figure out how she will be able to see with only one eye. This young girl talks about life in a positive way and something she looks forward to. As for death, the young girl does not express any kinds of attitudes towards dying or leaving the world. She rather views life through the lighted route where she follows. One very interesting detail about this young four year old is when she points out about the nine month old that has lost an eye also. She considers the fear that the same soldier shot both of them and she says, “…but she’s just a ay who didn’t know any better.” This small phrase makes a very huge impression on the type of person this young girl is. She feels bad that she has lost an eye, and yet she still says that she has lived through four years already and this baby is just beginning to see. I think this young girl will grow up to have a generous soul to other humans of the world.
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