racism
If there is one thing you should know about me it should be that the one thing I truly believe in is karma. There is nothing in the world I hate more is than someone who thinks that their actions will not effect them. And I don’t mean karma as in “if you say something mean to someone you’ll get hit by a car” but more that if you do something to someone that is negative you should accept that they will in return be negative to you. It doesn’t mean right then, it could be years from then, but it will happen. Racism falls under that category of karma to me. If you are racist, obviously its going to come back and bite you in the butt. Like with stereotypes. People who stereotype other people because of how they look usually are not the kind of person people want to be around. It is all just so pointless. What has it done for anyone? I mean, other than make them look like pompous idiots. To me the whole difference in race thing is a joke. We are just all humans. We all came from monkeys, we all ac like morons, we should all just shut up and get along. But that’s just impossible because of the whole need to be superior thing everyone has going on. I don’t get how we think we are any better than any other animal on the face of the earth.
Half way done
It’s so weird, half the year is gone. Idk, I’m probably alone on the whole being shocked thing. It doesn’t feel like half a school year has gone by and then again I still think its freshman year. I have to admit that English is my favorite class (sorry Olmstead). I am also sorry for pissing half (or all) of you guys off. I know I’m loud and annoying. But seriously, this class is the best. Wasserman, though it pains me to do so, I have to admit you are one of my favorite teachers. I know our class drives you insane and everything, but we all really do love your class. It’s weird, it feels like we haven’t learned anything because we mess around so much, but I was going over stuff for midterms and I can remember everything we have done. I hope I’m not the only one, because then that would put a damper on the whole “our class is the best” theory I have. I hope the rest of the year turns out to be as good as the first part, and Wasserman I hope we don’t convince you to stop teaching because you really are one of the best teachers I have ever had.
p.s. I apologize if this sucks, I am writing on my sister’s laptop, so it’s kind of throwing me off.
just to prove my bunny point ( if you werent sitting at our table during english today, or you didnt hear me talking you wont get it)
This is the kind of rabbit i was talking about.
slave narrative post 2
“To be a man, and not to be a man–a father without authority–a husband and no protector–is the darkest of fates. Such was the condition of my father, and such is the condition of every slave throughout the
United States: he owns nothing, he can claim nothing. His wife is not his: his children are not his; they can be taken from him, and sold at any minute”
For some reason, out of everything I have read on slavery, this one statement makes more of an impact on me than anything else. It is probably because control is a huge part in my life. If I do not feel in control, I panic. I can not imagine what it would feel like to watch everything I love be taken away from me before my eyes. I would go crazy. I can easily see why Jim ran away in Huckleberry Finn. The idea of being taken from my family against my will is one of my biggest fears. If I had had to live like that, no matter how drastic it is, I probably would have killed myself. I would be in a constant state of fear and anxiety at the thought that at any second my family could disappear.
