A Worn Path
By Eudora Welty
p 133- 140
10/27- 45 min
Sucker
By Carson McCullers
p 67- 79
10/26- 90 min
An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge
By Ambrose Bierce
p13-19
10/25- 60 min
Total: 195 min
In my opinion my favorite short story I read last week was Sucker. The wording was straight forward and didn't confuse me. The narrator would make life action conclusions based on his personal experiences. For example on p 68, "If a person admires you a lot you despise him and don't care- and it is the person who doesn't notice you that you are apt to admire." The narrator is at first referring to his relationship with Sucker and how Sucker would do believe anything the narrator told him. In the second part of his conclusion the narrator is talking about his crush on Maybelle.
The narrator was always mean to Sucker, telling him to be quiet and to hush. One day the two connected and bonded in a brotherly way. I disliked how the narrator would say how awful he felt when Maybelle told him one thing then he would do the same action to Sucker. Maybelle told the narrator that she was third of him and didn't care about him. Later the narrator took his angry with Maybelle and channeled it into his conversation with Sucker, when he says, "nobody cares anything about you! And just because I felt sorry for you sometimes and tried to act decent don't think I give a damn about a dumb-bunny like you!" The ending of the story was sad and depressing, but at least the narrator was sorry.
Monday, October 28, 2013
Freshman Retreat: Free Post
My first reaction to figuring out that we had a freshman retreat and that we would be working all day was not a good one. How were we supposed to bond if we were planting trees and plants the entire day. When I should up to school on Friday it was freezing. At least I was prepared I wore my sweatpants over my nikes and brought a light jacket. To be honest I wasn't extremely thrilled with the fact we would be with our advisories the entire day; since we were going to be stuck with our advisories the next four years of high school anyway. The bus ride to Greenwood Park was not pleasant, there weren't enough seats on the bus so we had to triple. It was a good thing I wasn't on the aisle otherwise I would be halfway on the seat and gripping on tightly so I wouldn't slide off.
When we got to park my advisory joined with other advisories and we got started on making our own nature trail. We had to cut down small trees, trim excess branches, and rake the pathway. It was actually kind of fun, but I think I probably did a lot more talking than work. Surprisingly I wasn't a fan of the activity most people enjoyed...canoeing. Our job in the canoe was to paddle to the banks of the lake and pick up the trash. No one in our canoe was that experience and we really didn't know where we were headed. Well for starters we couldn't see that much trash, but after about 15 minutes I spotted a beer can floating in the lake. The can was stuck behind some big branches and we didn't want to risk getting stuck, so we moved on. While paddling we were headed toward this weird mushroom- like floating plant, and I thought it was a turtle so a screamed stop we're going to run over a turtle. Of course it wasn't a turtle just a piece of floating algae. Then, we realized we should come back to shore with at least on piece of trash so we turned around, but someone had already retrieved our can. So we paddled until I saw another can. As we were paddling to approach the can we ran straight into the tree branches and they flew towards my face. I wanted to lean out of the way, but that risked flipping over, so i resisted. As Alissa reached for the Sprite can with her alligator clippers a flying fish jumped out of the water. Alissa and I totally freaked and screamed. Everyone near us gave us strange looks. One guy was like it is a lake there are going to be fish. The can of Sprite bobbed up and down in the water. Alissa attempted again to retrieve the can but failed as she was lifting it out of the water. The can dropped down and we had lost the can. Annie was like come on guys we're not going to find it; but I said we had to come back with at least one piece of trash. Well we never found the can and once we reached the shore we sprinted to the trash can so no one could tell we didn't have any trash. Long story short, the retreat was definitely not what I expected.
When we got to park my advisory joined with other advisories and we got started on making our own nature trail. We had to cut down small trees, trim excess branches, and rake the pathway. It was actually kind of fun, but I think I probably did a lot more talking than work. Surprisingly I wasn't a fan of the activity most people enjoyed...canoeing. Our job in the canoe was to paddle to the banks of the lake and pick up the trash. No one in our canoe was that experience and we really didn't know where we were headed. Well for starters we couldn't see that much trash, but after about 15 minutes I spotted a beer can floating in the lake. The can was stuck behind some big branches and we didn't want to risk getting stuck, so we moved on. While paddling we were headed toward this weird mushroom- like floating plant, and I thought it was a turtle so a screamed stop we're going to run over a turtle. Of course it wasn't a turtle just a piece of floating algae. Then, we realized we should come back to shore with at least on piece of trash so we turned around, but someone had already retrieved our can. So we paddled until I saw another can. As we were paddling to approach the can we ran straight into the tree branches and they flew towards my face. I wanted to lean out of the way, but that risked flipping over, so i resisted. As Alissa reached for the Sprite can with her alligator clippers a flying fish jumped out of the water. Alissa and I totally freaked and screamed. Everyone near us gave us strange looks. One guy was like it is a lake there are going to be fish. The can of Sprite bobbed up and down in the water. Alissa attempted again to retrieve the can but failed as she was lifting it out of the water. The can dropped down and we had lost the can. Annie was like come on guys we're not going to find it; but I said we had to come back with at least one piece of trash. Well we never found the can and once we reached the shore we sprinted to the trash can so no one could tell we didn't have any trash. Long story short, the retreat was definitely not what I expected.
Monday, October 14, 2013
Reading Log and Personal Questions
The Return By Ngugi Wa Thiong'o
10/8- 45 min
Siddhartha by Herman Hesse
pp. 73 - 136
10/9- 30 min
10/11- 60 min
10/13- 30 min
Total- 165 min
Personal Questions:
What genres do I enjoy most and why?
What makes me want to read a book?
How do authors create relationships?
What is the difference between love and friendship?
10/8- 45 min
Siddhartha by Herman Hesse
pp. 73 - 136
10/9- 30 min
10/11- 60 min
10/13- 30 min
Total- 165 min
Personal Questions:
What genres do I enjoy most and why?
What makes me want to read a book?
How do authors create relationships?
What is the difference between love and friendship?
Monday, October 7, 2013
Reading Log: 9/30 - 10/6
And of Clay We Are Created By Isabel Allende, translated by Margaret Sayers Peden
pp. 1-12
9/30- 40 min
The Girls in Their Summer Dresses By Irwin Shaw
pp. 93- 101
10/1- 45 min
Waltz of The Fat Man By Alberto Alvaro Rios
pp. 85 -91
10/2- 50 min
Siddhartha by Herman Hesse
pp. 38-72
10/3- 90 min
Total 225 min
pp. 1-12
9/30- 40 min
The Girls in Their Summer Dresses By Irwin Shaw
pp. 93- 101
10/1- 45 min
Waltz of The Fat Man By Alberto Alvaro Rios
pp. 85 -91
10/2- 50 min
Siddhartha by Herman Hesse
pp. 38-72
10/3- 90 min
Total 225 min
Thursday, October 3, 2013
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