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My goal for this paper is to describe a past experience that connects to a larger idea. I wanted to incorporate many descriptive details and then reflect on my actions and writing. I am proud of how my idea came about for the essay and how I was able to put it together, especially with the detail in the scenes. An area that I need to work on is incorporating reflections throughout my piece and stay more concise.
I take a seat on my staircase that leads to the second floor of my cozy home and take a look at the framed work of art that lies ahead of me. A frame made of smoothly painted black wood and a very reflective glass pane that sparkles in your eye like a star. Inside it contains assorted wine corks painting a picture for the viewer. The center holds the spongy heart shape made from the deep red tainted ends of the corks surrounded by the vanila clean untouched ones. As you approach it, the smell of crisp Breakheart Red wine floods your nose, a strong bitter scent that enters your nose with a hint of a fruitiness. Imagining the pop sound the cork makes when it comes clean off the bottle, piling up in collection over time one by one. The corks, no two are alike, each unique in their own special way, whether it be a small size difference or the engraving on them that sets them apart. Running your fingers through them you can feel the microscopic holes all varying in size and shape. Staggering throughout the canvas, mashing circular tubes together gives off that unpredictable and unique pattern. The red finds itself sticking out and catching the eye with a firm grasp. Looking at it sparks back a memory I had during the creation of it, and it started with glue.
There we were sitting at the diner room table. A hot glue gun was plugged into an outlet letting some of the glue ooze out onto the cardboard, in a long continuous line. A round wooden table we surrounded, with my brother floating around back and forth. My dad was cutting the corks and putting the hot glue onto the backs as my mom was placing them in the predetermined place, I however observed. I was mainly bored, which is why I stuck around. I made my way to the hot glue gun, trying to hijack it and play around with the hot oozing glue. The prefered way of play was to drop little Hershey Kiss look-a-likes on the cardboard and then peel them off for a collection. However I did have to share with my dad as he was actually using it but I was proud of my collection.
“How hot does the glue even get, like what temperature?” I asked almost daring myself to put the little kisses on the tip of my finger.
“Hot enough.” That was the only response I got from my concentrated father.
Made me wonder, how hot is it? As I pour the tear droplets on the cardboard I quickly pinch the tail ends and pull them making a yard of glue out of them. They were indeed hot but I feel as if I could take it.
“What if poured some of the glue on my hand? Would it come off or like just burn my skin?”
Curiosity is what compelled me to go forth with this, it wasn’t for the pain, I don’t like experiencing pain, but the glue gun fascinated me. I wanted to learn the hard way and I was left to myself to make the decision, which probably isn’t always the best idea.
“It wouldn’t recommend you trying, but if you’ll learn that way then I won’t stop you.”
I took the challenge I gave myself and opened up my palm, in hindsight, it wasn’t particularly a good idea, not the hot glue on skin contact, but the one that I chose my palm to be the recipient of the boiling glue. One of the most sensitive and most used parts of our body.
I held the trigger with my right index finger hovering over my left, my left-hand trembled a little but my right one doesn't show much hesitation, it pushes it down. My left-hand jumps at the second of impact, the nerves send alarming messages to my brain and muscles and the glue gun drops down and my left hand jumps up. I let out a roaring, “Ahhhhh” sound and panicked without a plan. The glue is still on my hand and it’s burning intensively, for a couple seconds I’m stunned from the surprise of pain that I was already somewhat expecting. I run to my kitchen sink and blast the cold water, little relief hits me with a big sigh, somehow the glue is off my hand but I am left with a battle scar. A big blister resides on my palm. Unable to make a fist, I waddle back over to the table in shame and grab my phone only to make my way upstairs in disappointment. Thinking back on it, it was exactly what I was expecting but I didn’t do it to hurt myself, I just wanted to see how hot the glue was, and even though all the warning I carried on from labels and teachers, I wanted to experience it myself and not through the telling of others. Even if it doesn’t accomplish a lot, it still makes a story and gives you something you’d tell, later on, you gain experience in the smallest things. On a much larger scale, the best way to learn is through trial and error and learning from your past and not letting history repeat itself if it is for the worst.
A Shango le encanto su hacha de doble cabeza. Un dia vio que se había ido. Se pensó que era Ogun. Tenía que encontrar Ogun. Era urgente encontrar su hacha. Primero tuvo que encontrarla. Se puso la ropa roja y blanca. Esos son shango colores. Después de buscar por un tiempo, encontró a Ogun. Él le preguntó dónde ponía el hacha. Ello le dijo que tenía que luchar por ella. Entonces se involucraron en la batalla. La batalla duró por muchos días. En el cuarto dia Shango venció finalmente a Ogun. La razón por la que el quatro es en número especial de Shango. Como Shango camino hacia el derrotado ogun vio su hacha. El lo tomo y levantó por encima de su cabeza. Cuando estaba a punto de matar a Ogun, Ogun comenzó a pedir. Aunque todavía enojado, Shango no podía matar a un compañero Orisha que estaba rogando por misericordia. Le preguntó de 6 favores. Es por eso que uno de sus números es 6. El primero favor ser a para escribir una canción de su grandeza. El tambien necesitaria crear una danza que se acompaña. Tenía que limpiar el cielo para que se pudiera ver el relámpago Shangos. El cinco favor era pulir su hacha diariamente. Ogun también debe detener los gritos de guerra cada vez que hay una tormenta, para no ahogar grito del rayo del trueno. Ogun aceptó estos términos y fue puesto en libertad por Shango. Sabía que si no cumplía los deseos de Shango, seguramente lo volvería a ver.
Lord of the Flies Essay
In William Golding’s Lord of the Flies, the boys are stranded on an island without any adults. This puts them in a position where they need to work together and get rescued. The older boys attempt to keep things organized, but the younger boys tend to stray away from work and instead just play around. They all wanted to try to build this perfect society with many plans they all had. William Golding placed the allegory within the book that humans always want to build an ideal society without flaws. The story of the novel shows that a true utopia is impossible to build yet it is constantly attempted, and the only way a community can progress and function is through a dystopia.
In Chapter 3, we have Ralph and Simon struggling to build shelters for the island. Ralph starts to get more and more frustrated as all of the other kids are playing around. Jack then comes along looking for some water after another failed hunt. “Been working for days now and look! Two shelters were in position, but shaky. This one was a ruin. ‘And they keep running off. You remember the meeting? How everyone was going to work hard until the shelters were finished?”(50). In an utopia every person would have a role and they would all be happy. The problem that the island runs into is not what to do, because they all have plenty of ideas, but to do it. Having only 3 people do work clearly isn’t working out for the island. It is also brought up by Simon “You’re chief. You tell’em off”(50). which brings in the role of one leader having control. Dictating everyone's actions and manipulating the children on the island into work seems like the answer he is getting at. This proves the point that with a dystopia the island would function.
Lois Lowry’s The Giver also explores the concept of utopias and dystopias. The entire community is basically brainwashed and has very limited knowledge of life and how it works. They also had one leader who kept all the memories. They were also governed by a council which removed everything that would be considered unique and just tried to create an equal society with no real superiority. Within the book, people were assigned roles/jobs and they had to be executed. These children were being watched very closely by a powerful council. The protagonist was able to see past that; he saw the bigger picture of what was happening. What people thought was a utopia and a perfect society turned out to be a dystopia with people’s life being predetermined and the joy and originality being taken out. This proves that a pure utopia cannot possibly exist because, in order to achieve equality, there needs to be a greater power to control that, and that means some privileges and creativity needs to be taken out. People will always have their opinions and, because of human nature, people will cause conflict. An ideal state of nature is that if two men want a common objective they will fight for that. That creates a dystopia, as people need to be censored and controlled in order to make them believe they are living a good, purposeful, life with
The connection between Golding’s novel and Lowry’s is evident. In Lord of the Flies, Simon brings up the point that, since Ralph is leader, he should tell them what to do. Later on in the book, when we see Jack arise to power, he places himself in a throne for all to respect all of his wishes and commands. Jack gives the kids on the island a new identity with the paint and they are under his control from that point on. The Giver does this as well; they limit the people in the community from emotion and opinions and then assign them tasks. In both books, they aren’t their own people, as they are now under the power of either an individual or a council. They are under this dystopia, where they brainwash the victims without them even knowing do they have complete control and have these people at their disposal.
In Lord of the Flies, the leadership role on the island eventually switches up as we progress throughout the book. It began with the role being in Ralph’s hands, as he was voted in by the majority of the island. After some time, Jack arose as the leader, something he had wanted to have for a while now. The way Jack uses his power is very different from Ralph. In the following quote we can see that he uses his power for the benefit of himself, “Jack spoke. ‘Give me a drink.’ Henry brought him a shell and he drank, watching Piggy and Ralph over the jagged rim. Power lay in the brown swell of his forearms: authority sat on his shoulder and chattered in his ear like an ape”(150). The contrast between the two different leaders is very noticeable, and you can even say that Ralph represents a Utopian leader while Jack represents a Dystopian leader. Ralph used his power to get the fire started and strove to get rescued, as well as looked over all of the kids on the island. Jack, on the other, hand uses his power to have people bring him drinks. Breaking down that last sentence, “chattered in his ear like an ape.” shows the reader how far it got to his head that he has control over these kids and that they will actually listen to him. People with power tend to abuse it, especially when they’ve craved it for so long. Since the island has no idea what checks and balances are, Jack’s tribe ran as a pure dictatorship, which was bound to get abused. With a group of kids that fell to the control of Jack, the island can now progress and strive toward any task Jack orders them to.
In The Giver, the community has an overseer who holds all the memories, and is the all-wise. The role of this overseer is to hold all the memories and experiences of time. For example, the community removed snow, and only the overseer has that memory, along with all of the good memories of happiness and all of the bad memories of pain. The main character is selected to be the next overseer and he now he to receive all of the memories, after which he realizes that he doesn’t want to be trapped there and that it really isn’t what is right. He sees that all of the people were stripped of their emotions just to make society run. The previous overseer thought it was for the best of the community while the protagonist, the new overseer, didn’t really agree with what was going on, and that people deserve to know.
Once again, both of these authors did a really good job at creating at the ways the leaders functioned within their own individual communities. In both novels, the leaders, Jack and the overseer, themselves didn’t exactly realize that what they are creating is a dystopia. Leaders tend to not realize how they act and if they are ruling in a bad way, especially if they are cruel under their rule. Another question that leaders have to ask if how much happiness they are willing to sacrifice for the people. They themselves don’t exactly get affected by the decisions they make, but they control the entire society under them. They made the choice to either take out the emotion from the citizens or turn them into new people with masks.
In conclusion, it is natural human instinct to always try to build utopias, but in the end only a dystopia will allow the society to advance. This is an important contribution to society because it shows how human behavior affects the foundation of society. It also shows how humans always strive to build these perfect societies, which cannot occur in the current day and age as emotion play a huge factor in that.
Golding, Williams. Lord Of The Flies. New York: Penguin, 2006.
Lowry, Lois. The Giver. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 2004.
Mi nombre es Maciej y quiero hacer arte público. El propósito del arte es hacer imágenes que representen nuestro barrio. Para mi necesitamos mas imagenes que nos representen, ya que no tenemos demasiadas.Yo vivo en Port Richmond y creo que es un buen barrio. He estado aquí por 12 años. Cuando pienso en mi barrio veo el parque a causa de ir allí muy a menudo cuando era joven. Por un lado me gusta la cultura diversa pero por otro lado no sé si es muy seguro y hay delito.. Yo trataría de hacerlo más limpio. Mis amigos polacos viven aquí también. La comunidad se fundó por inmigrantes Polacos a causa de una ubicación en un puerto.
Yo crearía mi mural en el centro del parque en el que crecí. Me gusta esta ubicación porque crecí allí y siempre juego allí. Mucha gente camina por allí y la gente de todos cultures verá mi arte. Voy a poner este arte en una pared, que simboliza todas las culturas que se unen en la comunidad y todo el mundo estará representado. Por lo tanto a todos les gustará.
El propósito del mural sería representar a todos en el barrio. Aunque no honra a una persona específica honra a la comunidad. Me siento motivado para hacer este mural porque quiero devolver a la comunidad. Incorporaré imágenes de banderas y del mundo porque muestra unidad dentro del barrio. Voy a incorporar palabras que tendrán sentido con el mural. El tema sería definitivamente la unidad. El mensaje es que juntos una comunidad próspera.
Creo que mi mural cumple el papel de arte público. En mi opinión creo que su algo en mi barrio se puede conectar con lo que significa que es mucho más agradable. Realmente quería usar banderas en mi mural. Pensé en eso porque hay muchas nacionalidades en mi barrio.
Una oda a Emiliano Zapata
Inteligente respetable y pensativo
Cuando yo te veo pienso en hombre valiente
Me haces querer ser un líder
Tu, mi inspiración
I came back home, it was maybe like, uh, 6 o clock? Yeah, something like that. I got out a little late and traffic just wasn’t on my side. Something else that day wasn’t on my side too. I opened the door, and dropped my bag.
What do you mean why am I late? You know that I can come home whenever I want right?... Oh, I have the attitude.
You know what? I can’t it hold it anymore, I need to address this now.
Oh gosh, my throat is starting to swell up, like when you’re crying or about to cry you can feel it get like really puffed up and it hurts to talk, well that's what is happening. Aghhh, the pressure in my chest, it feels like I’m getting crushed by air, either that or I’m getting crushed by my emotions.
I know exactly what you were doing today…
Pause, everything stops. She isn’t moving anymore, my hands, they are getting very cold but wet.. She wasn’t like this, she really wasn’t. She was the good girl. Maybe I got her mixed up.
What do you mean, you just went to get coffee with Carl? What, were you drinking it out of his mouth!?
I try my best not to shout, but it’s not always easy like that, anyway, I have to try my best not to have tears rolling down my eyes, that and well controlling my voice, I need to remain neutral.
Oh, you were just friends too I guess? Well that’s how it always starts, doesn't it?
My heart feels so soft, so vulnerable, how can I just be standing here every single day with it open to her just to stab it. How could I have let all my guard down and not pick anything up for so long? Because I trusted her. Yeah, that's why.
So for how long? Huh? Just answer me, at this point, it doesn’t even matter, I know what was happening and it's over…
No! Why would I give you another chance? You have to be out of your mind.
How was she still going to sit there and beg me for another chance? Once you break a heart, you can only tape it together, she doesn't understand that, though. But the crack will still remain there, on the inside, even though it’s not visible.
You already did the action, you can’t reverse it. Why, though? Like what did I do wrong?
Maybe it was me, maybe I just wasn’t providing.
I moved up the entire east coast for you. From Florida to Massachusetts. And you know what? This is my house. I pay for it, it's in my name.
I’m done, I’m heartbroken and I don't want to see her anymore. Just looking at her here pleading, no, I can’t fall into temptation. I want to have her out, yes that's what I want. I don't want anything else to do with her. I feel like my feelings are conflicting, a whole battle going on inside. I still love her and can’t face the fact of departure but she did this me. She destroyed me.
What are you waiting for huh?! Just leave, go to him.
She always knew better, I knew he wouldn’t want to stop at friends, it’s sort of a thing most guys can sense out. Just know the intentions of others, especially when it’s about a loved one.
He lives with his parents? Well, guess who’s gonna have be joining them.. You know what? You have until 8 to get out..
It pained me to see her with him, picking her up from work sometimes or just stopping by to drop off her coffee or the papers she forgot at home. You know, it wasn’t a good feeling.
What do I do now.. *Mutters*She has become such a big part of my life, and now she is gone, or at least forced out of my life.
“Is that your real name?”
I knew from a young age that my name will bring a lot of questions. But I never not liked my name, I thought it was unique at least over here in the U.S. Sure it took a lot of tries for people to say it correctly, but after a couple tries of them getting it wrong I feel sorta awkward having to tell them it’s wrong again.
“Yup, that’s my real name,” I answered with a smile on my face, proudly wearing my name.
“What’s it mean?” he asked with a confused look on his face.
“Nothing, it’s just a name. It’s Polish if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Cool.” after that he just walked away with a confused look.
It was the first day of school, that meant new teachers. I already knew that I’m going to have to go through the whole name process, where the teacher needs to learn my name. For most people, they didn’t have to stress or worry about getting their name mispronounced. But that isn’t the worst part of the whole ordeal, them trying to get you to adjust by asking if they could shorten it or call you something else, giving me that feeling of them simply not caring enough …
There I was sitting in my new seat waiting for the teacher to start class as the kids are rolling in, each of them taking seats next to their friends. I was happy to be in the class, I had a good seat where I could see the board and sit next to all my friends. The teacher picked up the paper with all of the student’s name and started going through the list, breezing past all the names. I sat there wondering to myself, what silly sound will he make for my name. There was a pause, silence.. I already knew it was me he stopped for since we just went by the letter “O”. He glanced up to scan the class briefly, expecting to see a big name tag on my forehead. “Ma-ke-edge” the kids in the class that pretty much already knew my name burst into little chuckles, all of them already knew it was me and they all looked at me.
I was a shy kid and I still am. Being embarrassed like that and now having the entire class look at me made me very uncomfortable, feeling really awkward. I hated moments like these, it made me feel just different because I don’t have a “normal easy name”. They always happen on the first week of school, after that it goes away. I raised my hand and utter my name pronounced correctly: “Ma-ch-a” but the a being sound like you were reciting the alphabet.
The idea of names and naming thing is pretty big in our society. When we make new medical discoveries now, one of the first things we do is name it. There’s just a huge system of names and naming things that we all use. Practically everything has a name in our society, especially people. It’s something that gets planned before you’re even born, at least now it is. Name’s are a pretty big deal, it’s one of the first impressions you have on a person, this becomes even more important when you don’t see them physically too. It’s important to have your name respected for what it is. Sure you can have nicknames, but only if you consent to it. Having people force a nickname upon you because they don’t want to put in the small effort to just saying it correctly, is just wrong.
I do, however, understand that my name is hard to pronounce for a non-native speaker and I don’t expect people to get it right the first time. Asking and showing effort of getting the name right is all it takes. Teachers have plenty of students, therefore certain names can be hard but if they still respect it and show or act that they are trying to say it right, it also counts. Names are a part of who you are and if you reduce the name without care you also reduce the worth that person and show a lack of respect for them.
Plenty of times I had people come up to me and ask me what my name meant. Apparently names have meaning to them like “the wise one,” or “lucky one.” I didn’t really know that was a thing so when I got asked that, I didn’t understand.
“It doesn’t mean anything it’s just a name.”
That was my go-to answer, I justed wanted to go back to my cursive homework so I can snack on my gummies..
“I never heard of that before… But are you sure it doesn’t mean something?”
I got pretty annoyed and I didn’t want to go into a full on discussion about my name and it’s origin, followed by a little geographical lesson of where Poland is.
“It’s Polish if that’s what you’re asking, it’s sort of a common name there, but I can assure you it’s not some sort of weird spelling of another name or a bizarre mispronunciation of a utensil.”
That’s usually what got the person to realize that it was just foreign, yet unique name.
Maciej’s Verses of Pure Flame:
“Inmigrados de Polonia”
No estoy en Europa
Europa vive en mi
Me gusta alzar en alto vuelo
Para hablar de algo bello
Veo: el verde campo
Oigo: los pollos piando
Huelo: pan fresco
Saboreo: leche fresca
Toco: verde campo
Canto “sto lat” en Polaco
Corro con mi perro
Salgo del campo
Tengo familia grande en Europa
Somos productos de Polonia
Tierra de pierogi y golumpki
No somos Americanos pero vivimos en America
No somos Alemán. Alemán está en nosotros pero allí no tengo hogar
Mi mamá y yo estamos en la encrucijada
Valiente y Ambicioso
Siempre, Me Enchanta Practicar Futball
Jugar Dota 2 y Comer Papas Fritas
No Soy Ni Violento