The things they carried....

Not knowing simple names, ones that he should. It's a shame for him, a shame he puts upon himself. Can a person ever be so lost that they have to create this mask? Something that makes them feel secure, when everyone around them dies. You can't find your  ego at a memorial wall, honoring those heroes. Die trying, don't care about names, throw them away. Concentrate on keeping yourself alive. Remember, those are your brothers, keep them alive too. You can picture the man you saved from a "shit field", yet you can't remember his "fucking" name. It makes you feel, like you don't know "shit about shit". Mainly, because you don't...

You go crazy in there, you know? You start dancing around open fires, while wearing skeleton necklaces. It's like your dancing for death. The ultimate heroine even falls short of faith. A void, vacant feeling, that is so ignorant. Refuse to listen, because you rather hunt, and hunt. Hiding in the night, hide, just hide. Feel that breeze? Hear that music playing in the distance? It's your brain telling you to run for your life! Why won't you move? You think that you're important because you can shoot a rifle and stalk your prey. Guess what, lions do that everyday. The difference between you and them? They don't become empty. They don't suffocate from surrounding darkness. They stay weary in the night; for at night awaits a cub in it's den.


You can't ever explain this supposed feeling of "war". It's a, "You had to be there" experience. It doesn't matter if it's the full on truth; it's the importance of a message.  Lies, maybe are considered truths. Truths, are considered lies. The truth is too hard to accept, the lies are the easiest to swallow. It's an impatient self revelation and fear. You want to tell, but you can't. Some of the shit is just too disrespectful to tell. Don't face the fears, the fears face you; head on. Confrontation, something everyone hates. Who wants to be told, "I remember when..." Half the time, it's something you are too embarrassed about.

1. Why is O'Brien writing books, if he hates re-living his past?
2. Are some of those names made up?
3. Was Mary-Anne the first female soldier?
4. Does he feel like his friend suicides because he didn't mention the field and Kiowa, in his short story?
5. Did anybody else read his books? 
6. Why does he never mention himself in the war?

Creepy, man.

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Personally, I know my step-dad carried fear; fear that he wouldn't make it through the war. The men in the book carry a sentiment to the things they used to have. Sometimes the things they carried weren't what they necessarily wanted, but had to. Denial it's a major role in how someone got through the war. It's almost like a whole other world where you feel as though the bad isn't there.

Lt. Cross, an odd fella if you ask me. So far I've learned he has a creepy obsession with this girl who doesn't love him, and he's on the virge of a mental breakdown. He let one of his man die, so he has already messed himself up a bit. Well, I know this character will be alive in the future. However, I know and believe that his PDS (Post Dramatic Stress Syndrome) will worsen as he grows older.

Everything we have learned to regards of the Vietnam War have linked through one strong symbol, to protect our own. The novel is basically a giant struggle about the men in Vietnam, and the things they have to face. The war part of it, which includes emotional issues. The movie we watched identifies with the political side. He decided to fight for the freedom of knowledge.  The history seems to set an example for how we only continue wars, after all these years, for foolish reasons.

Warren Peace.

My belief is that war and peace need to coexist in order to satisfy the order in life. However, I strongly discourage how war is taken out of order. War used to be about fighting for people. Now it's fighting for resources. We fight for the wrong reasons and we make enemies. We teach children to abide by a government who thinks they know what's right. When they know only of the greatest profit. 

You know, I have no problem with war unless it's for the wrong reasons. If we go back to the constitutional days, I would say, yeah! War was a good thing. Now, it's like a game. I for one don't think that this country should participate. Although, sometimes necessary. I think we should work on fixing ourselves. People in this country know people in other countries that have died. We shouldn't try to fix the unfix-able, like Iraq. We can only control the problem, by educating with awareness of what the problem is. We can't fix, what we don't know. 

All I know about the Vietnam war, is that innocent people died, who didn't need to.

Snaps, I'm a jeanie.

"any place, situation, etc., tending to teach anything."

School should be conducive to creativity. Knowledge outside of a building. Not a restriction of what we learn, but that we learn. School right now, is a building, a prison cell if you will. I know other countries in poverty are glad, even privileged to learn. However, this country  has forgotten the feeling of learning. The widespread knowledge of why we should learn. We should learn for the want. Because we want to imprint ourselves into the future. 

"This kid is destined for greatness."

This is what the school system should be saying. Every child, is destined for greatness. Thus, should be treated that way. School should have teachers and students that value each other. In life we all have to get along. Personally, my best friend in 6th grade was my teacher. He still is a good family friend. School isn't supposed to be a forced enemy.


My ideal school.
My ideal high school would be a building like Google. A fun environment. Where you choose to learn. Even though adults think that teenagers, well most, are incapable of making wise choices. We crave that knowledge when it's fun. We crave that feeling of doing something right, and making ourselves proud. I would also hire more teachers. Teachers that want to teach in depth. To teach for the love of giving knowledge. I would take away most technology. Technology restricts the human connection. I also want the option of taking classes  the make the skills you have, even better. I would create classes that take the soon-to-be adults into a Adult environment, the world in front of them. That way they can learn everyday skills, that so many are lacking of. I also think it should be regular for teachers to teach students outside. Nature inspires. Animals should be in school as well. Even if it's an attached building, because animals teach kindness, respect, loyalty, and change attitudes drastically. I could go on and on and on about what I would add. In fact, I already made a plan for a innovative school, that I plan on funding and creating in the near future. 

you say goodbye, I say hello

Hello, Ms. Smith. You haven't met me, yet. Soon you shall, however. I am returning school tomorrow and I look forward to meeting you. I have been sick for the last few weeks, and unfortunately had to miss school.

Get to know me: 

• Usually I am easy-going.
• I have 3 dogs and 5 cats.
• I help my mom run a rescue, and I am starting my own organization this summer.
• I'm a philanthropist. I love to help whenever, wherever I can.
• I love to sing, yet I have an uncontrollable stage fright.
• I love William Shakespeare.
• I am a Hopeless Romantic. I am in love with love.
• I contradict myself at times.
• I tend to be an eccentric person.
• I love English, yet, my grammar tends to not matter to me.
• I plan on changing the world. (And maybe taking over ;)
• One of my best friends is in my English Class. Her name is Jessica.
• I love cooking, especially German and Indonesian food.
• Sometimes I can be Misanthropic.
• I rather learn outside of school, that is why I have no ambition towards it.
• I slack off, and tend to act  Ditzy.
• I find mellowness more auspicious.
• I don't challenge authority. However, that doesn't mean I find them to be wrong half the time. 
• I look forward to seeing and meeting you tomorrow.
• Ciao.

Post... for Gatsby writing

My life...

The Great Gatsby is a very intricate and detailed novel. The characters are quirky, and well to tell you the truth, none of them bare any resemblance to my life. The Traits in this novel however, is what truly resonates within my character.

It actually took my quite a few days to figure out what any of this assignment meant. Then I had a little epiphany. I am indecisive, I cannot decide for the life of me. Then I thought of Daisy. Oh, Dear, innocent Daisy. She is such a wish-washy person. She's a hopeless romantic, yet, she can't commit to one person or idea.  "Oh, you want too much!" she cried to Gatsby. "I love you now – isn't that enough? I can’t help what’s past." She began to sob helplessly. "I did love him once – but I loved you too."

As I write this, I had noticed a moth in my room. I was quite panicked, so panicked, that I had to call my mom to get rid of it. As you can tell, I am still Dependant in some ways. I know it annoys my mother, but well, I find it annoying this way. What I just said may seem irrelevant, but it reminds me of another woman, Jordan Baker. See, Jordan is so Dependant on others ,at all times, that she fails to see that it can be a turn-off for others, such as Nick.


Now my most important aspect, that shows the most truth to my character, and a character by the name of Gatsby is considered being a dreamer. Living in a Fantasy land, where you wish you could have times back that have past. And hoping to rekindle them into the future is what I am best at. I remember in my younger days, in Germany. My family, and my life was completely reversed. I enjoyed that time, and some days I wish I could take it back. But Ultimately, sometimes the present is suppose to be difficult, because when the future comes and happens, you know it was all for a purpose. We noticeably can tell, that Gatsby never got that into his mind. He's a inevitable dreamer. He dreams as though he can't avoid it, that he must. It's his life force. My dreams pale in comparison to his never-ending dreams. His most delusional and hard to achieve dream was his air, Daisy. "Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men."


In the end, I have traits of these characters, and this book will forever be embarked in my mind. I just know in my heart, that I will never be that devoted to m illusions, my fears, and my indecision. I will grow up, and I won't remember what should have happened but what will and had happened. Something, which was lost in translation for the characters of this Novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald. 

The Great Gatsby Chapter 1

Tom Buchanon-He is racist

"’Civilization’s going to pieces,’ broke out Tom violently. ‘I’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things. Have you read The Rise of the Colored Empires by this man Goddard?’"

"[us whites] who are the dominant race"

Daisy Buchanon- She is a sad/ heartbroken romantic.

"All right...I'm glad it's a girl. And I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool."



Jordan Baker-Spills the beans... can't really hold a secret.

""You mean you don't know...Tom's got some woman in New York"

Tom Carraway- He is very sarcastic

"The whole town is desolate. All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath, and there's a persistent wail all night along the north shore."

• What are your first impressions of the novel? 

My first impression is that it's a book about a guys American Dream; to make it to a wealthy, and succesful life.

• What do you think of the writing style?

I think the writing style is very sarcastic, and most definitely is casual and laidback.

• Which colors/symbols from the "symbolism preview" activity have been mentioned so far and which characters are they mentioned in reference to?

White... It has been mentioned a lot... more so in  a racist fashion.