Indian Life

I confess I am Indian but I have never ever been to India. I don't even know what India looks like. Everyone just starts mocking me for the way I look, how much facial hair I have, and what I eat. But the worst part is that I don't even like Indian food. The only thing that I have from India and that I am proud off is that I am very talented with the computer.

           

             Everyone keeps on saying that I should shave and I look horrible with that furry little long thing across my face. The most I know about India is from the TV show called Outsourced. I don't even know any Indian music until I heard them in Outsourced.

People keep asking me how does India look and many other questions. Well guess what my mom is now wanting to put me in classes for religion again. Not knowing what anything is in my culture infuriates my mom. Whenever the day comes where I have to attend the classes, I fake to be sick. She is a really gullible person, she would never think I am faking in anything. Whenever she left to drop my sister to her classes, I went turned on the Xbox and played for several hours. She kept on calling me home to find out if everything was all right. With a fake voice I said I was feeling better and continued paying.

              Hopefully I will be going to India soon and will learn a lot of my culture without having to go to any classes. Having a long mustache, a weird accent, and eating different food that other people from school might not be used to, is just me, a normal young Indian boy so don’t mock (bother).
        
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Confession Tuesday

          I confess I am Indian but I have never ever been to India. I don't even know what India looks like. Everyone just starts mocking me for the way I look, how much facial hair I have, and what I eat. But the worst part is that I don't even like Indian food. The only thing that I have from India and that I am proud off is that I am very talented with the computer.

        Everyone keeps on saying that I should shave and I look horrible with that furry little long thing across my face. The most I know about India is from the TV show called Outsourced. I don't even know any Indian music until I heard them in Outsourced.

         People keep asking me how does India look and many other questions. Well guess what my mom is now wanting to put me in classes for religion again. Not knowing what anything is in my culture infuriates my mom. Whenever the day comes where I have to attend the classes, I fake to be sick. She is a really gullible person, she would never think I am faking in anything. Whenever she left to drop my sister to her classes, I went turned on the Xbox and played for several hours. She kept on calling me home to find out if everything was all right.

Should It Be Banned?

Since its publication in 1951, The Catcher In the Rye, written by J.D. Salinger has served as a conflagration for debate and extreme controversy. Although the novel has been the target of scornful criticism, it has also been the topic of wide discussion. The novel portrays the life of sixteen year old, Holden Caufield currently in psychiatric care. The novel has been accused of cursing, teenage sex, an many other issues. I think The Catcher In The Rye should not be banned for school.

Banning a book from school on the base of cursing is a bad reason. By excluding a novel from a high school curriculum in order to shelter students from cursing, is a horrible attempt. Cursing is found everywhere. Students hear curses on television, on radio, they read them in magazines, and a majority use cursing themselves in casual conversation.

It also should not be banned because the book’s ideas relate to the majority of teenagers throughout the country. Many say because of the book’s curses and teenage sexual relations, that it is a bad influence on many young adults. However, many teenagers have the same feelings as Holden towards many aspects of life.

 The novel, The Catcher In the Rye, should not be banned from the literature courses taught at the high school level. Cursing and teenage sex is the only complains that people had about the book. But most teenagers already use and hear curses. And most high school students already know about sex. It also limits freedom of speech and as well as other forms of expression.  

In conclusion I think that the book The Catcher In The Rye shouldn’t be banned. It continues to be a point of great public and critical debate. Yes, I would think that it should be restricted for people underage. People under 13 should not read this book because they might find it offensive but for people over 13 will like this book a lot.

Memoir Monday

               

I am here in Mrs. Meadows class waiting for school to end and Christmas to come. Hoping to get the gifts I always wanted. But no Mom says I won't get the gift i want unless i work for it and earn it. Getting all strait A's is what she wants. I have to get all strait A's if I want to get a new MacBook Pro. I need a MacBook Pro, my computer is old and spoiled now. It has been six years since i have had a new laptop. 

              Well working for my laptop is the only way I can get it. Going from class to asking for my grade. Luckily having all A's. But just about to reach Mrs. Post's room, I saw a B+ and it was for me. The B+ still haunting me in my head, What will I do? She looked pretty mad at everyone, I decided to go up to her and ask her what did I do wrong to deserve this horrible grade. She said that she hasn't put everything together so that is why I had a B+.

                   Happy and exited to know that I have all A's. Hopefully I earn my laptop.  Now I just need Mrs. Meadows to tell me my grade. Praying and hoping that i would get an A.

Reflection - A Long Way Gone

In this book, A long way gone, Ishmael the main character goes through some difficulty growing up. It all began when he was left alone only with his brother. It was the end of his childhood and all the peaceful memories he had  with him. While Ishmael was cooking, his friends, his brother and himself hear gunshots and hesitate whether to run or not. The shots stop for fifteen minutes, and they continue with their normal activities. Then, all hell breaks loose as the gunshots begin again, and everyone runs in confusion right over those who have fallen. Families are separated, and children cry for their mothers. After that the rebels stop and go to their village.

               Ishmael and his friends go looking for the money that Ishmael had hidden in the other village. Soon they start hearing the gunfire again and run away as fast as they can to avoid being caught. The boys get captured but another gunfire starts, which let them escape. Soon there is an unexpected attack by the rebels, which separates Ishmael from the other boys. Later, he meets Kaloko and they go looking for their friends but unfortunately could not find them.

 While Ishmael goes looking for his family to the next village, He sees his whole family dead. There he realizes that his parents died trying to save him. After some time the rebels come and capture him again. Ishmael a 12-year-old boy who only wanted to learn how to the dance was taken to serve the army for the war that was about to begin. Ishmael was taught to kill without emotion. He was taught not to look at the person and decide with compassion, but to just look at the situation. They taught him the situation was desperate and the only way to survive would be to obliterate the competition. They gave him no hope for a compromise. It was their way or death.

As a boy soldier, Ishmael consumed drugs and trained with AK-47’s. After sometime, he  got rescued from the UNICEF. Ishmael realizes that he has changed a lot after the war because he doesn’t care about killing anyone that gets in his way.  As he took so many drugs that it was not good for his health so he used to faint a lot. He was taken to the rehab center where he met the doctor. He got sick several times so he met the doctor a lot. He realizes that everyone deserves a second chance as he was given a second chance at the rehab center

He tries to stop having the drugs and succeeds. Each time meeting the doctor made them get to know each other better and they became friends. He finally gets relocated as he found a new family to be with. He decides to go and live with his uncle and his other family members. He also feels such guilt over being the only one in his family to have survived the war.

When Ishmael reached his uncle’s house he feels comfortable to be around him knowing that they were good people. They all got along very well. Soon Allie and Ishmael sneak out and go to a pub.

 When they all went New York City Ishmael felt better when he saw many people in the streets. Assuming that it would be safe. He noticed that New York City is very different to Sierra Leone. He felt very cold as he wasn’t wearing a jacket. When he reached the hotel he was very happy because he finally had a room to himself. As Ishmael didn’t know how to use the radiator he was very hot during the whole night. He wonders what kind of country is cold outside and very hot inside. Soon he returned back home.

When he reached back to Sierra Leone, he tells his family about his experience in New York City. Soon, he and Mohamed begin school again at St. Edward’s Secondary School. He was excited at first but no one wanted to get close to him as he was a soldier boy.

On May 25, 1997, Ishmael and Mohamed hear gunfire again. Ishmael tells himself if he staid in his country he would die. So he decides to go with his family and leave Sierra Leone.

Sleepy Hollow

There she was sitting there were she always sat, looking at the board and paying a lot of attention. The minute I saw her I knew she was the one. I decided to ask to marry but I didn’t know what she would say. What if she says no, that would be so embarrassing and why  would she want to be a with a recluse guy like me.  I decided just to proceed and ask her to marry me. I gave it my best shot, I tried the best lines but it didn’t work, it left me very despondent. I went again and entreated her to marry me, but she still said no.

The next day was weird. The affable Katrine came up to me and asked me to come to her party with her friends. When she walked away I saw one of my students named Brom Bones just staring at Katrina. Brom Bones was very irascible, each time I got close to Katrina he would get very mad. I knew I had to give a good impression because if I was competing against Brom Bones, I would have no chance to get Katrina.

When I reached to the party I made sure I smelled and looked good. I tried again approaching her but she made up her mind about not marring me. I knew she was the one, I really thought I could woo her. As I left her house I saw this dark black shadows following me. Soon I saw a person with no head riding a horse also known as “the Headless Horse Man” running after me. Could it be

could it be that the ghost of the headless horseman was chasing me. I ran as fast as I could, but his none headed body kept on haunting me. Running away from him made me become very tremulous. Before I knew it I was lying on the floor without my hat about to die.

My Brother's Glove

My brother Bob had a left-handed glove; he got it when we went to the Dodger vs. Yankee game. As our dad worked for the agency that sponsored the Dodger vs. Yankee game, so we got passes to the pre-game. Bob always admired Jackie Robinson in his previous games, I saw them talking and interacting. Bob told him that he loved to play baseball and he was left handed same as him. I saw Jackie taking out his glove and giving it to Bob as a gift. Bob loved to play baseball and he was really excited that he got the glove. When we reached home he rushed to get a green ink pen to write his poems on the glove. He wrote on the glove because if he got bored on the field he would read the poems that he had written. He would use it for every game he played. The glove he had on was his lucky charm, he would always win the game if he was playing with that glove.

He was a red headed boy who never got mad at anyone. Whenever I bothered him, he never used to get mad. Like the time when a kid in a bike role over his foot, he did not get mad in fact he forgave him and walked away.

In Maine in July 18, 1946 he died by a decease called leukemia, but right before he died he gave me his glove, obviously its old, scraped and dirty. From a tan color it became a light beige color. I could even still see the poems he wrote in each finger with his green ink pen. For me it was just a piece of junk but to him it was like a golden rock, he carried it wherever he went. 

  He was younger than me but he acted more mature than I did. I thought I would become crazy the day he died because I loved him a lot, so I kicked and broke all the windows in the garage.

We had a very special bond, even though I used to bother him a lot he always forgave me and loved me. He has left me but I will never forget him, I will always remember him.

Jamestown Letter

November 19, 1608

Dear Queen Elizabeth,  

Your Majesty, sure you would want to know what is happening here in Jamestown as you financed it. I have very pivotal information for you; I wanted to tell you about our journey coming here to Jamestown. First of all I would like you to know that we are the first permanent settlers in Jamestown, we all want riches but there was a big problem.

Finding an imperative solution is what we needed Mam. A guy named John Smith had an idea. “He who does not work does not eat”. We paid for our slaves so they could work for us. They are making all of us to look for food gingerly. We all hope we could find some food everyday so we could eat.

A very important person is John Rolfe; he started and encouraged the first cash crop, the tobacco. The House of Burgesses was the first example of a representative government. One of the representatives was Burges; he didn’t have things planned and was very spontaneous. He always had a sour disposition and getting worried for small problems. A lot of people thought he was very guile even my self, but the way the Jamestown colony has improved I don’t think that anymore. This is what happened in Jamestown since we settled here, please send me a response as soon as possible.

George

My Killer Servant

     I knew it; I knew he hated my eye, each and every moment he gingerly came into my room trying to poke my eye while I simulated asleep. The only reason I knew he was there was because every 30 minutes he would get dehydrated and get some water to drink. He was a mad man but he did take care of me, the minute I got glaucoma he stopped caring and started hating my eye. I always thought he would kill me earlier by electrifying me. He always carried a full inventory of knifes, hammers, and revolvers.

     Every night at 12 sharp he used to come to my room and try to kill me or try to break my eye. At first it was very scary but after a while knew it was him and what he was trying to do. He never tried to kill me in a cursory; he liked to do it slowly. Day by day it just became spookier, there was one day where I cladded my self before going to sleep so if he tried to stab me, there wouldn’t be much damage.

     There were many times when he tried to stab me or hurt me but it failed but once stabbed me in the leg, soon an abrasion came by time.  He was endeavoring to kill me or hurt me, he never succumbed. Every night he would give me  gruesome, knowing that he would be standing by my door every night. I was  hundred percent sure he was trying to kill me so i went to all my close my neighbor. They all corroborated by telling me they saw a man enter my room every night.

     My neighbors surmised something was wrong so they all called the police, but by that time he already killed me, he already stabbed me till I made a grimace he wanted.                                                                           

My Day

I am tensed!!! I don't know what to write about, I think I did better in the basketball try-outs than on Monday. It was fun but it was really tiring, at least now I am in bed and finished writing this blog.