I wanted to grow up and become the best soccer player in the world. Have the speed of a jaguar, be built like a horse. I wish the world would have been made so every person doesn’t have to be equivalent to another. But wishes don’t always come true, not in this case. Not now, not ever. I would pray every night for the day to come, but I doubt it will ever come. Not now, not ever. If you were one of the people stuck in this complex world in "Harrison Bergeron", you would know how it feels to be no different from another.
This story had tons and tons of different mindbottleing symbols. One of the symbols is the handicapped materials that the people have to wear Which represents the people like their living a different life then what they always wanted to live. It also represents life and death. Keeping the handicaps on kept the people alive but in misery and depressed. Knowing that they can’t go far in life and become anything good. Just another person. If the people take the handicaps off, they will most likely get killed cause they can’t be more talented then another.
Another symbol in this story is the double barrel shotgun. The shotgun is the symbol of Harrisons death. Everything that has happened in his life ends with a single bullet. It all goes to waste because of the lady who shot him. Which makes me wonder what would have happened if he lived? If the rules weren’t that everybody had to be the same. He could have became a person who could have accomplished the world.
This book sent me in many different directions. On how the world would be if everybody was no different from another. Also, how it would be if we had to wear materials if we were handicapped or had a strength. I want to be one of the best soccer players known to man. I want to become the greatest. In this world, I have a chance to capture that and make it happen. Harrison Bergeron also has dreams and wishes like mine, but instead, they cannot ever come true.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
the Jilting Granny Weatherball
Death is not the end; Death is the beginning of a new life without feeling. Our minds think of death, but our hearts think of life. Life is something Granny Weatherball wanted. But it was something she could not grasp. She wished she could go back and change a lot of things she did in the past. Those things she did wrong were racing through her mind.
This short story sends me in many different mixed emotions. It seems like she’s happy where she is in the hospital, but yet inside she’d filled with hate and sorrow wishing she could change some things she did in the past. So she died with pain and happiness.
On the other hand, some of the symbols in this story have very strong feeling. Such as the lamp. The lamp represents the death of Grandma Weatherball. When she was slowly fading away into the darkness, the lamp got darker and darker. The lamp also shows the regrets she wishes she could change. Those things she did wrong took over and slowly killed her. Another symbol in this short story is death. Death is not something that you can’t see or touch. It’s something that you feel. And overtime, it eats away at your heart and soul and kills you. Just like it did to Granny Weatherball.
Granny Weatherball’s personality is very optimistic in so many ways. She has all these thoughts going through her mind and is saying she is not ready for death but yet, she says she’s prepared for it. Her thoughts seem very different, it seems like she changes her mind with strong feelings that can’t be expressed.
This is a very strange short story and very very confusing. Granny Weatherball had no time to think off death, she had to think of all the things she did wrong in life while she’s on her deathbed. So when the time comes…be ready.
This short story sends me in many different mixed emotions. It seems like she’s happy where she is in the hospital, but yet inside she’d filled with hate and sorrow wishing she could change some things she did in the past. So she died with pain and happiness.
On the other hand, some of the symbols in this story have very strong feeling. Such as the lamp. The lamp represents the death of Grandma Weatherball. When she was slowly fading away into the darkness, the lamp got darker and darker. The lamp also shows the regrets she wishes she could change. Those things she did wrong took over and slowly killed her. Another symbol in this short story is death. Death is not something that you can’t see or touch. It’s something that you feel. And overtime, it eats away at your heart and soul and kills you. Just like it did to Granny Weatherball.
Granny Weatherball’s personality is very optimistic in so many ways. She has all these thoughts going through her mind and is saying she is not ready for death but yet, she says she’s prepared for it. Her thoughts seem very different, it seems like she changes her mind with strong feelings that can’t be expressed.
This is a very strange short story and very very confusing. Granny Weatherball had no time to think off death, she had to think of all the things she did wrong in life while she’s on her deathbed. So when the time comes…be ready.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Dead and Gone.
“I got 99 problems I feel bad for ya son.”
My favorite song. 99 problems.
“Yo Dwayne, pass me a coke”, Anthony said.
As I hand him the coke, we hear a bang. My ears were ringing so loud, I couldn’t hear myself think. As we looked out Anthony’s window we couldn’t hear or see anything. Looking down the block, I saw these dudes with bandanas covering their face. They were running. Me and Anthony looked at each other and back out the window. We could hear sirens. We then heard a scream. Me and Anthony sprinted downstairs so fast, our track coach would do anything to have us on the team. So we were downstairs. Locking every door and closing ever shades we saw. We both knew what was happening. And we were prepared for anything.
20 minutes past. We both go out the back door and run to the ambulance. I get there, and I see this lady crying her eyes out. Her makeup was streaming down her face.
“Please Lord…save my son”
She takes her right hand of his stomach and her hand is pure red. As blood gushes out of his stomach, she puts her hand back on the wound. Her left hand is supporting his head from the concrete. I start to cry, the lady knew he was going to die, but prayed and prayed. He started to breath harder, his lips were turning pale and his shirt was covered in blood.
Tears were rolling down Anthony’s face. He grabbed the lady’s arm and tried to say something but I couldn’t understand. The doctors tried to stop the bleeding, but within moments..he stopped breathing. He was dead.
I closed my eyes and opened them. I was thinking, this really happened. Someone just died right in front of me.
Me and Anthony ran back to my house.
I felt this, cold feeling inside me. It started to ache. The ache turned into pain. I feel like I felt the pain he was feeling. It seemed like as he was dying, I could hear him say, “Please do something!”.
“Anthony…please go home”.
He left without saying anything. I think he felt it to.
I get home and my mom was sobbing, lying down on the kitchen floor.
“Your brothers dead..”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
My favorite song. 99 problems.
“Yo Dwayne, pass me a coke”, Anthony said.
As I hand him the coke, we hear a bang. My ears were ringing so loud, I couldn’t hear myself think. As we looked out Anthony’s window we couldn’t hear or see anything. Looking down the block, I saw these dudes with bandanas covering their face. They were running. Me and Anthony looked at each other and back out the window. We could hear sirens. We then heard a scream. Me and Anthony sprinted downstairs so fast, our track coach would do anything to have us on the team. So we were downstairs. Locking every door and closing ever shades we saw. We both knew what was happening. And we were prepared for anything.
20 minutes past. We both go out the back door and run to the ambulance. I get there, and I see this lady crying her eyes out. Her makeup was streaming down her face.
“Please Lord…save my son”
She takes her right hand of his stomach and her hand is pure red. As blood gushes out of his stomach, she puts her hand back on the wound. Her left hand is supporting his head from the concrete. I start to cry, the lady knew he was going to die, but prayed and prayed. He started to breath harder, his lips were turning pale and his shirt was covered in blood.
Tears were rolling down Anthony’s face. He grabbed the lady’s arm and tried to say something but I couldn’t understand. The doctors tried to stop the bleeding, but within moments..he stopped breathing. He was dead.
I closed my eyes and opened them. I was thinking, this really happened. Someone just died right in front of me.
Me and Anthony ran back to my house.
I felt this, cold feeling inside me. It started to ache. The ache turned into pain. I feel like I felt the pain he was feeling. It seemed like as he was dying, I could hear him say, “Please do something!”.
“Anthony…please go home”.
He left without saying anything. I think he felt it to.
I get home and my mom was sobbing, lying down on the kitchen floor.
“Your brothers dead..”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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