Monday, November 29, 2010

Mascot, Nightjohn, and The Great Debaters

1.

Nightjohn is a story about an African American child born into slavery. Sarne, the main character and narrator, was raised to believe that white people were better than they were. She was raised to believe that only white people could have certain privileges, like being able to read. Sarne did not understand why she could not learn how to read. The truth is, that was one of the main differences between slaves and their owners. And the owners realized that they had to enforce it. No slave was aloud to learn how to read. Nightjohn, as he was called in the story, was a big influence on slaves. He escaped his job as a slave to the north. He went back to the south, and risked his life going back into slavery to teach slaves how to read. He went there with a plan, to teach the young how to read so they could pass it on to the generations. His brave actions led him to teach a young slave how to read. he completed his goal and maybe Sarne would pass it on to another child.

2.

Mascot, the story of an African American boy growing up. Malcolm was just trying to figure out what his place in this world was. Trying to find somewhere that he fit in. when he was disowned by his community after his failed boxing debut, he turned to anger and violence for his answers. After being expelled for these actions he was sent to a reform school to set him on the right path. It was at the detention home in Mason, Michigan were he grew fond of his care takers Mr. and Mrs. Swerlin. The detention home set him in the right direction. After the detention home he got a shot at going to a normal school. Mason junior high school was the next school that Malcolm went to. He had a good life during his time at school. He was on the basketball team and even became class president of his class. He had a life much like a normal white boy would have, but that did not change the fact that he was black. One day after school he went in to talk to his English teacher Mr. Ostrowski. Mr. Ostrowski started to talk to Malcolm about his future. When he asked Malcolm what he wanted to do for a living Malcolm responded,” I want to be a lawyer". Mr. Ostrowski told him that it simply would not happen because he was black. At that time it was unheard of for a black man to even think about becoming a lawyer. Malcolm then realized the harsh reality; his future was decided by the color of his skin. life would change a lot for Malcolm after this point. He later said that it was for the best that he made the decision that he did.

3.

The stories that we read in class have many similarities and differences from The Great Debaters. All of the stories have one major thing in common; they have to deal with human rights. Race was a key factor in all of the stories that we read. People simply were not treated equally because of the color of their skin. In Nightjohn the slaves were slaves because of the color of their skin. In The Great Debaters they had to overcome obstacles because of the color of their skin. And in mascot Malcolm was treated like an animal because of the color of his skin. He could not do something that he dreamed of because of the color of his skin. Even though the morals of the stories are generally the same the stories do differ. For example in the story Mascot Malcolm was not able to do what he wanted. In The Great Debaters they did go on to complete what they wanted to do. And in Nightjohn we do not know what happened. If they completed their goal or if they even had a goal. Even though the stories were so similar in the sense that they had to deal with human the endings and the outcome of the stories were different.

Monday, November 15, 2010

10th response

just for the record i am listening to the new taylor swift album.


 i know at least one person will respect that. so anyway back to what this blog is about. this blog is suposed to be about something that relates to class. so this blog is related to class. what i am saying is that i said something about taylor swift in this blog and this blog is related to this class so technicly i can write this entire blog about taylor swift because it relates to class. haha pretty clever i know. so taylor swift is one or the best country artists that has ever lived. and being that i started listening to country music two years ago that may not be true. but her songs are great.

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart

I look around, turn the radio down
He says, ?Baby is something wrong??
I say, ?Nothing I was just thinking
How we don't have a song? and he says

Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again

I was walking up the front porch steps
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
And lost and thrown away

Got to the hallway, well, on my way
To my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said

Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again

I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song

'Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
'Cause it's late and his mama don't know

Our song is the way he laughs
The first date man, I didn't kiss him and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again
Play it again, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart

I look around, turn the radio down
He says, ?Baby is something wrong??
I say, ?Nothing I was just thinking
How we don't have a song? and he says

Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again

I was walking up the front porch steps
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
And lost and thrown away

Got to the hallway, well, on my way
To my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said

Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again

I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song

'Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
'Cause it's late and his mama don't know

Our song is the way he laughs
The first date man, I didn't kiss him and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again
Play it again, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song

our song by taylor swift that is the note that i will end on

10th Response

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Sunday, November 7, 2010

9th Post

so it is now the ninth post and i have completely run out of things to say. i just got back from hockey tryouts and i am very tired, however before i go to sleep i need to write this. because i have nothing to say i will have to improvise.

Someone told me long ago
There's a calm before the storm,
I know; It's been comin' for some time.
When it's over, so they say,
It'll rain a sunny day,
I know; Shinin' down like water.

CHORUS:
I want to know,
Have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know,
Have you ever seen the rain
Comin' down on a sunny day?

Yesterday, and days before,
Sun is cold and rain is hard,
I know; Been that way for all my time.
'Til forever, on it goes
Through the circle, fast and slow,
I know; It can't stop, I wonder.

John Fogerty is my hero
My 20 min is up.

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9th response

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