Chapters #8-9 in the perspective of Francis
We was a waiting for Atticus, Scout and Jem to come to the Finch landing for holiday. I was a talkin to aunt Alexandra bout Atticus and she done told me that he’s defenden some nigger in court ha he’s a disgrace to the Finch name everybody says so. He not teach his kids nothing or they’ll be just as messed up as he is. He’s nothing but a sad nigger lovin’ fool and I hear Scout and Jem are straight shootin his way. Pitiful souls they're so thick they don’t deserve to carry the name they're nothing more than a downfall if you ask me. I waited patiently for them folks to arrive late as usual they were never well mannered or punctual for that matter. Once they came I started to talk to Scout and try to arrange a civilized conversation if that was even possible. Her family can act like complete savages sometimes. I simply picked the freshest catch and asked about the court case. And almost instantaneously she went on a spiraling rampage I could have sworn I had seen her foam at the mouth. I made a quick comment to poke some fun at her so I called Atticus a “nigger lover”. I don’t see what part of that got her pantyhose in a knot, but somehow it did. She’s a brainless lunatic who can’t control herself like a civilized being. Why the only thing separating her from a coldblooded gator is the fact that she has thumbs. She tried to attack and claw at my face so I ran and hid in the kitchen. I waited and as I waited I felt as thought if I sat long enough she would blow off some steam, or get board and wonder off. A few moments passed and I could no longer hear her so I peaked my head out. She was still there. I had asked if she was done she said she was finished, I didn’t believe that cold hearted snake for a second but I couldn’t stay and cower. I heard aunt Alexandra call my name now was my chance I ratted her out as soon as possible about all of the horrible things she did to me. Auntie took her aside and gave her a quite stern talking to by the looks of it I reckon she told her to back up off of me. I was untouchable for the time being if I know my auntie I know that she has a very watchful eye. I strutted toward her with a grin and my head held high and I said one final time “nigger lover”. In a split second it felt as though my upper jaw was split in two I could hear the crack of bones and the loss of teeth. It sent a shockwave down my spine as I let out a horrid cry. And if that weren’t enough she began swingin at me Uncle Jack had to pin her down like a rabid bulldog. I went with auntie to dress my wound and that was the last I saw of that maniac.
TKAM #1
Journal #1 Chapters 1-3 in the perspective of Burris Ewell
Aaaaaggh school sucks I woke up this morn’ n pops wasted and cant even‘member his own name I snatched his last bottle of whiskey and downed halfbefore I left. I told that old sack to get off his crusty ass and get thehell out. Screw that bastard I don’t need no beer belly red neck to tell menothing. I walked out for my third first day of first grade thems say thatwe gots a new teacher this year wat a hoot. I just hope that I don’t haveno busty blonde hillbilly telling me notin. I kicked a stone as I walkedalong the dirt road to school I dunno were I was goin but somehow it tookme right in front of my classroom door. I had a feelin at that time tu justgrab my trousers and shuffle on home. Pa don’ give a damn ’bout me he canteven see straight have the time. My oh my cant he throw one hell of asucker punch though? Don’ matter drunk r not he can still get u good with aright hook, he might see three of use but he figures if he trys to hit allthree at once he’ll get lucky once or twice. As I try’d to high tail mysorry hide out of there, class started I sat down and passed the timesittin and fiddli’n. The teacher was a reel bitch. This one girl stood uptalkin and that chick shut her up and started yellin, aint her fault nobodylikes her. Wats is name the Cunningham kid the farmers boy dum boy if usewere askin me, teacher tried to give him a quarter to get somthin in hisbelly besides cobwebs. He said nothing just stared at his bare feet like anidiot. If it were me I would’ve snatched that coin in a heart beat and tookoff runnin. Later that girl was beaten up the boy for bein such a dumb ass.I don’t blame her in fact I would have flattened out that kid in the classroom if he had dun that tu me. Later on the teach saw a cootie in my hairshes such a little pansy she cried bloody murder at the sight. Wat ever Idon’t need this crap I to’d that slut to rot in a sack for all I care and Ileft.
Aaaaaggh school sucks I woke up this morn’ n pops wasted and cant even‘member his own name I snatched his last bottle of whiskey and downed halfbefore I left. I told that old sack to get off his crusty ass and get thehell out. Screw that bastard I don’t need no beer belly red neck to tell menothing. I walked out for my third first day of first grade thems say thatwe gots a new teacher this year wat a hoot. I just hope that I don’t haveno busty blonde hillbilly telling me notin. I kicked a stone as I walkedalong the dirt road to school I dunno were I was goin but somehow it tookme right in front of my classroom door. I had a feelin at that time tu justgrab my trousers and shuffle on home. Pa don’ give a damn ’bout me he canteven see straight have the time. My oh my cant he throw one hell of asucker punch though? Don’ matter drunk r not he can still get u good with aright hook, he might see three of use but he figures if he trys to hit allthree at once he’ll get lucky once or twice. As I try’d to high tail mysorry hide out of there, class started I sat down and passed the timesittin and fiddli’n. The teacher was a reel bitch. This one girl stood uptalkin and that chick shut her up and started yellin, aint her fault nobodylikes her. Wats is name the Cunningham kid the farmers boy dum boy if usewere askin me, teacher tried to give him a quarter to get somthin in hisbelly besides cobwebs. He said nothing just stared at his bare feet like anidiot. If it were me I would’ve snatched that coin in a heart beat and tookoff runnin. Later that girl was beaten up the boy for bein such a dumb ass.I don’t blame her in fact I would have flattened out that kid in the classroom if he had dun that tu me. Later on the teach saw a cootie in my hairshes such a little pansy she cried bloody murder at the sight. Wat ever Idon’t need this crap I to’d that slut to rot in a sack for all I care and Ileft.
Immigration Project Reflection
Immigration Reflection
I thought that I made a good choice in choosing the book Brother I’m Dying. I actually found myself enjoying my book from the very beginning. I liked how it started off with a crisis, so it kind of throws you off guard at the very beginning and also how even after they finally get to America, they still have very many hardships to overcome. I learned that you can always change to something you want to be, but it is impossible to change who you are, because you can never forget who you were to begin with for if you do, you might as well have never existed.
I believe that in some ways just blogging about it instead of the sheet was better because it seemed like more people did them then when we had the sheet, so there really was no reason why anyone should not be able to complete one if everyone has a working computer. I did feel that the meetings were a good thing to get everyone caught up or if someone was lost or didn’t understand something. That being said, I think that we should have probably had two, maybe three check-in meetings to hopefully grasp other ideas and to get a deeper meaning out of our peers about the book. It would be a way to get peoples thoughts going again when the book gets a little dry. These would be a good way to refuel people’s thoughts and jumpstart their interest a bit more.
I found it very funny that even though everyone in our group read the same book, the interpretations and reactions as well as comments and responses to certain things, were so very different from one another. Just how everyone can just pull something different out something completely the same was just so phenomenal to me. A lot of times I asked myself, “Are we reading the same book?”
For my art piece I wanted to choose the biggest and deepest part of my book and rip it out from the pages and writing and lay it gently onto a blank white canvas. I wanted to do this so that all may enjoy what the book was all about, for what is a book with no meaning in its words. It’s the same as a treasure chest without its gold or diamonds; an empty trunk. I chose to paint what I thought the moral of the story was so I could bring the heart and soul of the book out for everyone to see whether they read the book or not. I wanted them to see my painting and already have an idea of what the book was about. I tried to paint the struggle between losing what they newly obtained, and losing what they already had. I think that the two sceneries fading into each other really brought out the “push and pull factors of either place.
During the interview process of this project I felt as though I had many problems with contacting my interviewee, I could never get a hold of him or he wouldn’t reply to my emails. My original person was from Latvia and I was very interested in learning about a place I never even knew existed, let alone all the wonders from that place. Places so wonderful like manors and castles dating back as far as the year 1205. It felt as though I was pulling teeth to get some answers and the whole time I'm thinking, has he responded yet? Am I going to be late on my assignment? What’s going to happen? I had to switch all my research and papers to Panama where a different person was from and I had to interview a different person. I had to do background research to find out things like how Panama is the most southern of Central America, Panama is south of Costa Rica and north of Colombia. The Panama Canal allows a passage from the Caribbean Sea to the Pacific Ocean. Panama is just a little bit smaller than South Carolina. It is has chain of mountains in the Westside and hills throughout the interior. There are extensive forests in the Caribbean area. I found out that Panama’s government is a Constitutional Democracy.
I learned that Panama was explored by Columbus in 1502 and by Balboa in 1513; Panama was the main shipping point to and from South and Central America in colonial days. In 1821, when Central America fought against Spain, Panama joined Colombia, which had declared its independence. For 82 years, Panama attempted to break away from Colombia. Between 1850 and 1900 Panama had 40 administrations, 50 riots, 5 attempted secessions, and 13 U.S. interventions. After a U.S. proposal for canal rights was rejected by Colombia, Panama declared its independence with U.S. in 1903. The common foods in Panama include ohaldres (pancake things) pollo (chicken), ceviche (raw fish in lemon juice and cilantro), patacones (fried plantain slices), corvina (a white fish from the Pacific), and camarones (shrimp). Though a variety of fruits are grown in Panama, fresh fruit is not served in restaurants as often as in other countries; fruit can be purchased in outdoor markets and at stands along major roads.
I also learned that total population of the Republic of Panama is almost 3,191,319. Mestizo is the largest population in the country. The other minorities of the country are Amerindian and West Indian, white and Amerindian. Spanish is the official language of the country. However, English is also widely spoken in various regions of Panama. Their music is very much appreciated in Panama. The different forms of music in this country are salsa, reggae, merengue, vallenato, etc. However, the local music of Panama such as folklores are also popular here.
Overall, I have learned a great deal of how America came to be from its discovery and first settlements throughout the immigration to Ellis and Angel Island and the Triangle Trade system all the way to our fifty states we live in today.
I believe that in some ways just blogging about it instead of the sheet was better because it seemed like more people did them then when we had the sheet, so there really was no reason why anyone should not be able to complete one if everyone has a working computer. I did feel that the meetings were a good thing to get everyone caught up or if someone was lost or didn’t understand something. That being said, I think that we should have probably had two, maybe three check-in meetings to hopefully grasp other ideas and to get a deeper meaning out of our peers about the book. It would be a way to get peoples thoughts going again when the book gets a little dry. These would be a good way to refuel people’s thoughts and jumpstart their interest a bit more.
I found it very funny that even though everyone in our group read the same book, the interpretations and reactions as well as comments and responses to certain things, were so very different from one another. Just how everyone can just pull something different out something completely the same was just so phenomenal to me. A lot of times I asked myself, “Are we reading the same book?”
For my art piece I wanted to choose the biggest and deepest part of my book and rip it out from the pages and writing and lay it gently onto a blank white canvas. I wanted to do this so that all may enjoy what the book was all about, for what is a book with no meaning in its words. It’s the same as a treasure chest without its gold or diamonds; an empty trunk. I chose to paint what I thought the moral of the story was so I could bring the heart and soul of the book out for everyone to see whether they read the book or not. I wanted them to see my painting and already have an idea of what the book was about. I tried to paint the struggle between losing what they newly obtained, and losing what they already had. I think that the two sceneries fading into each other really brought out the “push and pull factors of either place.
During the interview process of this project I felt as though I had many problems with contacting my interviewee, I could never get a hold of him or he wouldn’t reply to my emails. My original person was from Latvia and I was very interested in learning about a place I never even knew existed, let alone all the wonders from that place. Places so wonderful like manors and castles dating back as far as the year 1205. It felt as though I was pulling teeth to get some answers and the whole time I'm thinking, has he responded yet? Am I going to be late on my assignment? What’s going to happen? I had to switch all my research and papers to Panama where a different person was from and I had to interview a different person. I had to do background research to find out things like how Panama is the most southern of Central America, Panama is south of Costa Rica and north of Colombia. The Panama Canal allows a passage from the Caribbean Sea to the Pacific Ocean. Panama is just a little bit smaller than South Carolina. It is has chain of mountains in the Westside and hills throughout the interior. There are extensive forests in the Caribbean area. I found out that Panama’s government is a Constitutional Democracy.
I learned that Panama was explored by Columbus in 1502 and by Balboa in 1513; Panama was the main shipping point to and from South and Central America in colonial days. In 1821, when Central America fought against Spain, Panama joined Colombia, which had declared its independence. For 82 years, Panama attempted to break away from Colombia. Between 1850 and 1900 Panama had 40 administrations, 50 riots, 5 attempted secessions, and 13 U.S. interventions. After a U.S. proposal for canal rights was rejected by Colombia, Panama declared its independence with U.S. in 1903. The common foods in Panama include ohaldres (pancake things) pollo (chicken), ceviche (raw fish in lemon juice and cilantro), patacones (fried plantain slices), corvina (a white fish from the Pacific), and camarones (shrimp). Though a variety of fruits are grown in Panama, fresh fruit is not served in restaurants as often as in other countries; fruit can be purchased in outdoor markets and at stands along major roads.
I also learned that total population of the Republic of Panama is almost 3,191,319. Mestizo is the largest population in the country. The other minorities of the country are Amerindian and West Indian, white and Amerindian. Spanish is the official language of the country. However, English is also widely spoken in various regions of Panama. Their music is very much appreciated in Panama. The different forms of music in this country are salsa, reggae, merengue, vallenato, etc. However, the local music of Panama such as folklores are also popular here.
Overall, I have learned a great deal of how America came to be from its discovery and first settlements throughout the immigration to Ellis and Angel Island and the Triangle Trade system all the way to our fifty states we live in today.
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