Why "are" we reading How to read Literature Like a Professor in class this year? Well I think it's because it contains everything we need to know and need to learn for this year. It also has a surprisingly humorous aspect to it that isn't seen in any other Literature textbook anywhere. I think I speak for every one when I say we can finally enjoy Literature!
Why is it first? Well it's probably first because, as I said earlier, it contains everything we need this year. Also, if we read it first we will know the basics for any and possibly everything we must know for future works.
What makes this book difficult? Well for starters, the writer writes in a very different style that I'm not used to seeing. It can sometimes be hard to understand what point he's trying to get across to you and I, the readers. He also reverences other work that I have never heard of! It can be very annoying, but who cares.
What makes it easy? I'll tell you, it is funny! I said this earlier, the book has humor. You can actually read a book on Literature and not get bored for once which I certainly enjoy. The writer also goes on and on one point so you get a feel for what he is trying to explain and teach you. Though I said this earlier in why it's hard to understand the point, it's also easy too. It's hard to understand but the way he does it it's also easy, once you get it.
Yes as you can see I actually enjoy How to read Literature like a Professor. I will most likely, definitely know more on Literature by the end of this book. I'm kind of curious on what we will read next in class. A little to curious.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Dinner with Gandhi on Saturday night!
If I could have a dinner with anyone in history, it would be with Mahatma Gandhi. His religion would make the meal interesting. He can not eat animals at all because of Hinduism and it would be awkward because I....well I do eat animals (sense the adventure!). He wears his adverse homespun clothing and strap sandals to the table and I wear shorts, hi-tops and a t-shirt. The cultural and time differences would make the situation odd, uncomfortable and just downright....interesting? Yes I'd find the situation more interesting than strange, though Gandhi might find it the direct opposite. How would I know, the Mahatma is a wise man of wisdom and he too might feel the same. Though I will never know for sure.
What would we eat? I'd have a steak (this just got weird), potatoes & gravy, stuffing and a Pepsi ( preferably throwback). Sounds super delicious! Gandhi would have, well I am not sure what he'd have. He can't have meat so that's out of the question. Now that I think about it, Gandhi would have a salad and water. He likes to eat light and healthy (like he has a choice? He's Hindu!).
What kind of conversation would we have? I'd talk about myself and the average American life, give the old Mahatma a taste of western culture. Mostly we would talk about Gandhi and his culture, he is the guest after all. I'd ask him about himself, his struggles, his victories and Hinduism. I would love to know more but we ran out of time.
The dinner was great but the Mahatma had to go, it was time for weekend meditation and prayer. After all, Gandhi is a busy fellow. I had a wonderful time meeting him, maybe next week I'll see if I can have breakfast with Teddy Roosevelt; I have been dying to ask him about the first hand Panama Canal story!
What would we eat? I'd have a steak (this just got weird), potatoes & gravy, stuffing and a Pepsi ( preferably throwback). Sounds super delicious! Gandhi would have, well I am not sure what he'd have. He can't have meat so that's out of the question. Now that I think about it, Gandhi would have a salad and water. He likes to eat light and healthy (like he has a choice? He's Hindu!).
What kind of conversation would we have? I'd talk about myself and the average American life, give the old Mahatma a taste of western culture. Mostly we would talk about Gandhi and his culture, he is the guest after all. I'd ask him about himself, his struggles, his victories and Hinduism. I would love to know more but we ran out of time.
The dinner was great but the Mahatma had to go, it was time for weekend meditation and prayer. After all, Gandhi is a busy fellow. I had a wonderful time meeting him, maybe next week I'll see if I can have breakfast with Teddy Roosevelt; I have been dying to ask him about the first hand Panama Canal story!
What Writing an Obituary Taught Me.
Writing my own obituary taught me to value life. We could literally die at any moment in life. I could die right here right now an.....gotcha! But seriously, it's true death is imminent .Writing my own obituary has reminded me that we should live everything to the fullest, otherwise
it meant nothing.
It also taught me a lot on death. Death is a very common element in literature. In a story we read in class called, "The Red Convertible", two brothers named Lymon and Henry buy a new red car. They put all they had into it and go on a big road trip. They also learn many lessons, especially when Henry goes to Vietnam for service. He comes back and has Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and is not himself. His brother, Lymon, tries to help him but has no success. Later on he smashes up the red convertible car. He does this to jog Henry's memory and remind him of the old days. It turns into a big success and Henry fixes the car. The two go on a road trip to the Red River for fun and Henry ends up committing suicide. Lymon then drives the car into the river, jumping out of course, to give it back to him. Two great, loving brothers end up having never before seen problems when Henry comes home from Vietnam. They get better and then Henry dies.
It was all so sudden and unpredictable, but it happened. We must always be ready for death. No matter what, where, or when. This is because when it comes we all must have a plan and know what to do. We won't always be the only ones dealing with the loss. Others will be in pain to and we should also know how to help them. Whether he/she is a sibling, an aunt/uncle, or good friend. Death is every where and it could come for me or you. So be prepared and value the life you and I have now.
it meant nothing.
It also taught me a lot on death. Death is a very common element in literature. In a story we read in class called, "The Red Convertible", two brothers named Lymon and Henry buy a new red car. They put all they had into it and go on a big road trip. They also learn many lessons, especially when Henry goes to Vietnam for service. He comes back and has Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and is not himself. His brother, Lymon, tries to help him but has no success. Later on he smashes up the red convertible car. He does this to jog Henry's memory and remind him of the old days. It turns into a big success and Henry fixes the car. The two go on a road trip to the Red River for fun and Henry ends up committing suicide. Lymon then drives the car into the river, jumping out of course, to give it back to him. Two great, loving brothers end up having never before seen problems when Henry comes home from Vietnam. They get better and then Henry dies.
It was all so sudden and unpredictable, but it happened. We must always be ready for death. No matter what, where, or when. This is because when it comes we all must have a plan and know what to do. We won't always be the only ones dealing with the loss. Others will be in pain to and we should also know how to help them. Whether he/she is a sibling, an aunt/uncle, or good friend. Death is every where and it could come for me or you. So be prepared and value the life you and I have now.
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