Dear Mr. Bukowski...

The poem Dinosauria, We is very negative. Extremely negative. And honestly, I don’t like it very much. That doesn't mean I don’t think it’s true or that I don’t believe some things that are stated in the poem aren’t going to happen, I just believe that this type of thinking will never get us humans to any real progress. After reading the poem a couple of time, I soon started to think and believe that the “this” mentioned in the poem is fear. Fear is a very dangerous feeling. It sometimes makes us overreact to things, and sometimes jump to conclusions too fast.

I agree with some things in the poem, though. “As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree”, for example, is a very good phrase. I agree with it. I think that people are afraid of this truth, and they don’t know how to react to it. We are dying because of fear. Fear of failing and dying. Because of this fear, “the fingers reach for the bottle; the pill.” A good example of this is the all those fake rumors of the world ending. Many people commit suicide in fear of the world ending.

I think that this poem shows how much fear can affect one’s perpesctive of the future. Fear blocks our ability to make things better. If you believe in everything in the poem, then you have no hope for a better tomorrow, so you won’t even attempt to improve things. Because, we are born into “this”, this fear that people believe in and don’t try to face.

Sincerely,
Jessica

Father and Son

In Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, there is a father and a son. They only have themselves in what has now become a destroyed and horrible world. The boy depends on his father for survival. And the father chooses to live only for his son. IN the beginning of the story, they seem to have a strong relationship. Later on we see that the boy questions many things he is unaware of. His father answers them, even though he gives vague answers. Like when the boy asks about the states the father told him that he did not know exactly what happened to them, when he probably had at least an idea of what happened to them. But the father doesn’t answer the son because he might not want to explain the states and life before the disaster. He doesn’t want his son to feel like life has left him out of the privileges others had before him. This is why the father tries to make his son’s life the best possible in this awful situation. The father is very generous and considerate with his son. He tries to make him enjoy some of the remaining things before the catastrophe so he can have a good life. Like when the father found a can of Coca-Cola, he offered it to the son, only taking a sip so the boy can enjoy the most of the delicious drink that he will probably never ever drink again in his life. The father also gives the more cocoa and tries not to drink as much so the boy can enjoy it. This shows how much the father cares about the boy. He wants him to have the most normal life possible by giving him some of the small things in our lives that we either take for granted or don’t take the time to appreciate. Even though the boy sometimes refuses to talk to his father, the father always tries to make things better. He doesn’t want them to fight because his son is all that he has left in the world. The father and son will disagree on some things, especially because the son may be confused. But either way he loves him. And he knows that all he has in this world is his father (since his mom commit suicide). The son relies on his father for answers. He tells him his fears and always seems to expect his father to make him feel safe. Overall, their relationship is very strong, compared to father-son relationships today.
Today, some father-son relationships (or even mother-daughter relationships) aren’t as strong because there might not be enough trust.  The father and son trust each other. That is another reason why they are so close to each other.
The father and the son are, in my opinion, a role model to follow in all family (and even friend) relationships should follow.

Am I American?

The moment I knew I was an American was when… Um… I was lying down on my couch, watching TV, and eating popcorn! Yeah, the typical lazy Americans… Ha! I’m just kidding (maybe…). Honestly, I don’t even know if I consider myself an American. How do you even define who’s an American and who isn’t? Is there a set of rules one is supposed to follow to be an American? How can you relate so many different people as one same thing?
Whenever people ask me if I’m an American, I respond by saying “half”. My other half is Mexican. I consider myself a Mexican-American rather than just American. I’ve always thought that I am an American because I was born and I’ve lived all my life here. I was raised by both Mexican parents with Mexicans values. My first language was Spanish (I learned English by watching Yu-GI-Oh and Dragon Ball Z… Really). So, Am I an American? Under the law, yeah I am. But I think that’s just it. The USA is just so different that I don’t think you can define everyone as one thing. It’s just too many differences. Everyone has different values, different ideas. But that’s what the USA really is about. I just don’t believe one can call them Americans for other than the fact that they are citizens here.
If I had to define what makes a person an American, though, I would say that they were different. That’s really all I can think about to describe an American because there are just too many differences. Now, I’m not saying that being different is bad! I think it’s great! And that is really makes this country what it is!
So, I knew I was an America the moment I knew I was different. (:

John Proctor, Hero, Stooge, or... Just In Love?

John Proctor, is he a hero or a stooge? Well, the one reason why he might be considered a stooge is because of his affair with Abigail. It’s that one mistake in his life that is always preventing him from being in peace (which is thanks to our wonderful conscious). Other than that, John seems to be a hero, or maybe he just wants to be a hero to erase the fact (from his conscious) that he is a disgrace to his wife, his family, and his values.
When you accidentally drop a child’s ice cream, what would you do? Probably try to make it up for him/her. Maybe buying that child another ice cream might work in cheering up the lil kid. So, lets put John Proctor as the person who dropped the child’s ice cream. The child is his wife and himself (because he not only disappointed/hurt Elizabeth, his wife, but himself too). To make things up for his wife and himself, he shall try to avoid the “accident” happen again (hey, he might be a protestant but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have flaws and makes mistakes, although this doesn’t justify what he did) and help his wife (and his conscious as well). Forcing Mary Warren to tell the truth might be considered heroic (maybe more like desperate) but I think what matters is why he is making her do it: he cannot take any more lies, more secrets, secrets that could torment him. Those secrets are the key to saving Elizabeth, but they could also mean his ruin. Yet he risks it just save his wife. You can call it heroic, or maybe, it’s just love.
So, one might consider John proctor a stooge, a hero, or just a desperate man in love. But it all depends on one’s personal judgment on life and humans… How are we supposed to live? What can be forgiven? What can’t be forgiven?...

Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God

Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God, a very accurate name for one of Jonathan Edward’s most terrifying sermons. In this sermon, Edwards tells us of God’s furious anger towards us. And why?  Because we are sinners. And every time we sin, we are provoking God more and more. But, there will be a moment when He can no longer take any of our sins and he will let his fury be known  and heard of, and kill us for it. We shall be flooded by his anger, shot by an arrow straight through our heart, or thrown into the raging flames of hell. Yes, that is what Edwards tells us. Yet, is it true? Well, it has to be! He is a minister, so he knows what he is preaching about. So why not believe him?

It is very important to remember that this sermon was given during the Great Awakening, the time period of religious revival. Jonathan Edwards seemed to be more into the belief that we humans should follow all of God’s rules and never, ever, EVER disobey them. This was the Puritan beliefs. So knowing this, it is kind of simple to understand why his listeners believed him.

At first I wondered why he would use fear to persuade his listeners to live a pure life, but I later understood. What better way than to convince others to do things than by fear? Asking politely wouldn’t have worked. If it did, then, for example, I doubt than wars would occur. Edwards portrays God, in my opinion, as a dangerous thief; if you do not give him what he wants (which is for all of us to follow his rules and laws), he will strike (kill us).

Though terrifying, it is a very interesting pint of view of a God. For me, God is merciful and although we should not sin, he will forgive us. Yet that is not Edwards view. He, from what I’ve understood, wants his listeners to be the perfect people. And for that to be possible, they must not sin. Yet they do, and now, god is angry. They are sinners… and their life rests in the hands of their angry God.

Arrivals... There Goes the Nieghborhood

I’ve been living in the Brighton Park community my entire life. I have only moved once (when I was about 18 months). The distance wasn’t much, really. Only about 5 blocks, so the people all around are very similar.
I don’t know much background history about my neighborhood, but from what I’ve heard the first people to live around that area were Polish. This explains why the church a block away from my house has Polish mass (and not only Spanish and English mass). I still see a couple of Polish people, but Hispanic/Latinos are more common. There are also now some Asians that have just moved in. So, the diversity continues to grow.
When I was younger, I didn’t notice the people that lived in my neighborhood (except the cute boys, haha). My parents didn’t like the idea of me running around in the streets. They were afraid of all the gangbangers walking around (yes, sadly there are bad people like them in the world). That meant that I would only see my friends in school. The people never really changed. There were only a couple of kids, like my cousin, that moved. As I went into 7^thgrade, I heard about people being involved in gangs and tagging crews, how they were sent to jail, or of their ending…This of course alarmed me. Since then I started to be more careful with how I was with. Yes, the people in the community and their actions do affect (in some way) your life.
That was one change.
But I also started to notice how there were some people who really disliked Latinos. I remember that my mom told me how a woman (who was American and married to a Mexican-American) was told to go to a different church because they didn’t have any mass in Spanish. The woman was denied to be part of that church because she looked Mexican, yet she and her family were Americans.
I’ve heard of how people are treated differently because of their appearance. Yet, most of my community is made up of Latinos. I hope that with the growing diversity of my neighborhood (because new people are still moving in), differences can be pushed away (and all the bad people, too) for it to be a nice place once more. As innocent as I thought it was when I was 6. Because, that’s exactly where I want my neighborhood to go (:

Introductions

I'm not sure how to introduce myself. It's a little more challenging since I have to do it through a blog (which I am new to). So, I guess I will begin with the basics. My name is Jessica Vega and I am a sophomore. I like to read, especially fiction, fantasy, and romance novels. One of the things that I love to do is to listen to music. I listen to various types of music, but my favorite band is Pierce the Veil. Other bands I like are Escape the Fate, My Chemical Romance, Mayday Parade, and Blink-182. I also enjoy walking and playing soccer. I can be quiet around people I don't know, but when I am around friends I am really loud. My friends always remember me as short for obvious reasons. I don't mind being short, although sometimes it gets annoying when other people are thinking I am an eleven year old. I like to listen to people and their opinions. I always prefer to listen than to speak.
Going into my family, I am the oldest out of three children (two girls and one boy). Both my parents are from Mexico. I am a proud Hispanic who always remembers where her roots are. I learned to speak Spanish first, and then English. I've lived my entire life in Chicago (South side).
I have many goals for the future. For now, though, I want to focus on my present, which is high school. I want to do well, since that will take me one step further to succeed in life.