𝙰 πš€πšžπš’πšŒπš” π™³πšŽπšπš˜πšžπš› – π™Ώπš†#𝟼

π™Έπš— πš‘πšŽπš› πš˜πš πš— πš™πš•πšŠπš—πšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πšŽπš‘πš’πšœπšπšŽπš—πšŒπšŽ, πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πšŽπšŒπš‘πšŠπš—πš’πšœπš–πšœ 𝚘𝚏 πš‘πšŽπš› πš–πš’πš—πš πš πš‘πš’πš›πš›.
π™²πš•πšŠπš—πšπšŽπšœπšπš’πš—πšŽ πš˜πšžπšπš’πš—πšπšœ, πšπš‘πšŽ πšŠπšπš’πš—πš πš›πšŽπšŒπš˜πš›πš πš™πš•πšŠπš’πšŽπš› πšœπš‘πš˜πšžπšπš’πš—πš, πš•πš’πšŸπš’πš—πš πš’πš— 𝚊 πšπšŠπš’πšπš›πšŽπšŠπš– πš—πš˜πš πš˜πš—πšŽ πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš πšπšŽπšπšŽπš›.
π™±πšŽπš’πš˜πš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πšžπš—πš”πš—πš˜πš πš’πš—πš πšœπšπšŠπš›πšŽπšœ, πšπš‘πšŽ πššπšžπš’πšŽπš πš πš‘πš’πšœπš™πšŽπš›πšŽπš›πšœ,
𝙰 πš–πšŽπš›πšŽ πšπš’πšœπšπš›πšŠπšŒπšπš’πš˜πš—? πšŠπš—πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš› πš™πšŠπšœπšπš’πš–πšŽ? πš˜πš‘, πš πš‘πšŠπš πšŠπš–πšŠπšπšŽπšžπš›πšœ.

π™³πšŠπš’πšœ πš™πšŠπšœπšœπšŽπš, π™Ύπšπš‘πšŽπš› πš’πš—πšπšŽπš›πšŽπšœπšπšœ πšŽπš•πšŠπš™πšœπšŽπš, πšŠπš—πš πš‘πšŽπš› πš’πš—πšπš›πšžπšœπš’πšŸπšŽ πšœπš™πšŽπš•πš• πš‘πšŠπš πš“πšžπšœπš πš‹πšŽπšŽπš— πš›πšŽπšŒπšŠπšœπš.
π™±πšžπš πš πš‘πšŠπš πšπš’πš πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš–πšŽπšŠπš—?Β  𝚊𝚝 πšπš’πš›πšœπš, πš’πš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš–πšŽπš›πšŽπš•πš’ 𝚊 πšπš›πš’πšŽπš—πšπšœπš‘πš’πš™ 𝚘𝚏 πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›πšπš›πšŽπšŽπš—, πš‹πšžπš πš’πš 𝚜𝚘 πš πš‘πš’ πšπš’πš πšœπš‘πšŽ πšπšŽπšŽπš• πš•πš’πš”πšŽ πšœπš‘πšŽ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš˜πš— πšŠπš–πš™πš‘πšŽπšπšŠπš–πš’πš—πšŽπšœ πšπš›πš˜πš– πš πš‘πš’πšŒπš‘ πšœπš‘πšŽ πš—πšŽπšŽπšπšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πš‹πšŽ πšŒπš•πšŽπšŠπš—? πšƒπš˜ πš”πšŽπšŽπš™ πš‘πšŽπš› 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 πšŠπš—πš πš’πš—πšπšŽπš•πš•πš’πšπšŽπš—πšŒπšŽ 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎, 𝚊 πšŒπšŠπš›πšŽπšπšžπš• πš™πšŠπšπš‘ πšœπš‘πšŽ πš–πšžπšœπš πšπš›πšŽπšŠπš.
π™·πšŽπš› πšπšŽπšŽπš‹πš•πšŽ πš–πš’πš—πš, πš™πš˜πš•πš•πšžπšπšŽπš πš πš’πšπš‘ πšπšŽπš•πšžπšœπš’πš˜πš—, πš πš’πšπš‘ πš™πšŠπš’πš—,Β  πš πš‘πš’ πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πšπš—’𝚝 πšœπš‘πšŽ πš“πšžπšœπš 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒 πš‘πš˜πš–πšŽ πšŠπš—πš πš›πšŽπšŠπš?

π™Έπš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš›πš’πšπš‘πš πš–πš’πš—πš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšœπš‘πšŽ, πšœπš’πš–πšžπš•πšπšŠπš—πšŽπš˜πšžπšœπš•πš’, πš‘πš˜πš  πš–πšžπšŒπš‘ πš–πš˜πš›πšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πšŠπš— πš’πš—πšπšŽπš›πš›πšžπš™πšπš’πš˜πš— πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš πš‘πšŽ πš‹πšŽ.
πš†πš’πšπš‘ πš‘πš’πšœ πšœπšŒπš‘πšŽπš–πš’πš—πš πšŠπš›πš–πšœ, πš‘πšŽ πšœπšžπš™πš™πš›πšŽπšœπšœπšŽπš πš‘πšŽπš› πšπš’πšπš‘πš. πš†πš‘πšŠπš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšœπš‘πšŽ πšπš‘πš’πš—πš”πš’πš—πš, 𝚝𝚘 πšŠπšŸπš˜πš’πš πšπš‘πš’πšœ πšœπš‘πšŽ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš–πš˜πš›πšŽ πšπš‘πšŠπš— πš‹πš›πš’πšπš‘πš.
π™½πš˜πš πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— πšŠπš–πš˜πš—πšπšœπš πš˜πš—πšŽ πšŠπš—πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš› πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš πšπš‘πšŽπš’ πšžπš—πšπšŽπš›πšœπšπšŠπš—πš, πšπš‘πšŽ πšŠπšπš˜πš—πš’πš£πš’πš—πš πš—πšŠπšπšžπš›πšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽπš’πš› πšπš’πš—πšŠπš–πš’πšŒ, πš—πšŽπš’πšπš‘πšŽπš› 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽπš– πš‘πšŠπš πš™πš•πšŠπš—πš—πšŽπš.
π™Έπš— πšπš‘πšŽπš’πš› πš•πšŠπš—πš, πšπš›πš’πšŽπš—πšπšœ πšπš‘πšŽπš’ πš πšŽπš›πšŽ,
𝙰 “πšπšŽπš•πš’πšŒπšŠπšπšŽ πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ 𝚊𝚝 πš‘πšŠπš—πš, πšœπšŠπšŸπš˜πšžπš› πš’πš” πšπš‘πšŽπš’ πšžπšπšπšŽπš›. πš‚πš‘πšŽ πš‹πšŽπšπšπšŽπš πš’πš πš πš˜πšžπš•πš πšπš’πšœπšŠπš™πš™πšŽπšŠπš› πš’πš— 𝚊 πš‹πš•πšžπš›.

Three happy birds in the happy forest. PW #6

Once upon a time, three happy birds lived in a warm, peaceful forest. The birds didn’t have names, the creatures of the forest would call them Big Bird, Long Bird, and Small Bird. Everyone lived happily in the forest. The birds wanted the forest to be safe more than anyone else since it was almost a paradise.
One day, a stranger showed up in the forest. He was a traveler and a prophet, but three birds found him suspicious, so they didn’t let him in the forest.
The stranger felt angry and decided to tell the birds something. “Soon terrible things will happen in the forest. There will be no peace, only conflicts and evil deeds. All of it will eventually stop when a beast will come and devourer everything there. The forest will never be the same as it was before.”
The birds became worried about the travelers words. What if he didn’t lie and the beast will come and destroy the forest. They loved the forest more than anyone, so they decided to protect it at all costs.
Long Bird was a fair judge of the forest with scales that it used to weigh sins of creatures. It also had eyes that were able to see far and see what noone else could. Eventually, Long Bird decided to give the eyes to the Big Bird, since it was weak.
Long Bird, with its scales, weighed the sins of creatures that entered the forest to keep it safe from evil creatures. Long Bird’s scales could measure every sin, and were always fair.
Then somebody said, β€œBut what if the scale doesn’t tip in either direction someday?”
Worried, Long Bird made a scale that always tipped to one side. That way every judgement would have a clear verdict.
Big Bird, now with its many eyes, decided to watch over the forest for intruders.
Then somebody said, β€œBut what if the beast shows up in the middle of the night, when the sky is dark and everyone is asleep?”
Worried, Big Bird made the everlasting lamp out of its feathers. Now the creatures of the forest were under Big Bird’s constant watch, day and night.
Small Bird decided to punish the creatures’ bad deeds with its beak.
Then somebody said, β€œBut your beak is so small, no one would think its dangerous.”
Worried, Small Bird tore its mouth wide so it could swallow any creature in one bite.
No one could visit the forest anymore, and bad rumors began to spread.
β€œI heard that terrible things will happen to any creature that enters the forest.”
β€œThe Big Bird is always watching the creatures of the forest, there’s no freedom.”
β€œThe Long Bird’s scale isn’t fair at all.”
β€œThe Small Bird’s everything-devouring beak is so scary.”
Three birds got upset.
They worked so hard to protect the forest, but less visitors came to the forest, more and more creatures were complaining, fights broke out daily, but the birds continued to work even harder to make the forest peaceful again.
Birds thought that the forest was too big for them to protect, and they decided to combine their power to become stronger.
The day when Big Bird’s eyes that could see hundreds of kilometers away, Long Bird who could judge any sin, and Small Bird’s mouth that could devour everything became one, darkness fell upon the forest. Creatures screamed in fear when saw the bird, and the forest soon fell into chaos.
Then, in the middle of all the chaotic cries, someone shouted: β€œIt’s the monster! Big, terrible monster that lives in the dark, black forest!”
Monster? The three birds, now as one, looked around but there was no one to be seen. The bird began to prowl the forest, looking for the monster.
But there was nothing. There were no creatures, no sun and moon, and no beast. All that was left was just a bird and the black forest. Only cold, dark night continued from then.

PW #6: In the Morning by the Sea

The dawn crests behind a tall cluster of hemlocks: spraying the sky with its light, it creates a gradient from a cold yellow to a delicate blue. The clouds are thin strips of cotton, laid lovingly on in front of the increasing blue backdrop, and fade away as the morning deepens.

Above me, I can hear birds swoop and dive in the frosty air; they exalt in the quiet, the freedom, they have before their kingdom is overtaken by human visitors. The sea laps at the rocky beach in front of me, tickling pebbles down into its depths, and ducks paddle lazily across the lagoon, uttering an occasional β€˜quack’ at my presence.

The air is crisp: it hardens my face and chills my movements. As I inhale, it ices my throat. Nevertheless, it’s my favorite time of day: a time where the world is subdued, welcoming; there are no screeches and honks of passing cars, nor patches of scorching sunlight: rather, there are the chirps of birds making their nests, and waves of gold stretching toward me, gradually encapsulating me in its gilded light. It’s a time to rest, to catch up, where time may not stand still for you but will certainly slow down.

Behind the trees are clouds in shades of indigo and violet: they peek through their branches, glinting off of the water in sparkles of purple. As I sit here on a frosted log, the purple is turning to gray.

PW #6 – Memories

I sigh as my sister pulls me into the crowd of people slowly making our way through the streets. People branching out at every market set up that caught their eye. Jolene tugs at my sleeve, trying to lead me towards the group dances and games. I am not much of a dancer, nor do I particularly enjoy participating in such activities. Pouting at my lack of compliance, I compromise by telling her to dance without me. She swiftly ran to a group as soon as the words left my mouth. The dances could have been better structured, like small wiggles and random foot patterns.

Nonetheless, it was rather charming. The dirty hood of the cloaks we were wearing fell off, and her long brown hair was exposed, ticking from left to right as she danced. I watched her small smile contort into a large burst of laughter as a man approached her and followed her unpredictable movement as best he could. Her joy seemed to light up the whole market, leaving everyone who glimpsed at her with a playful smile.Β 

Suddenly, I felt a wallowing darkness behind me. The hairs on my neck stood up, and my body shivered. The light from the markets seemed to be enveloped in unknown darkness. Jolene was the only light shining through, dancing as if nothing was wrong. In less than a second, everything in my vision went pitch black, except for a small glowing light.Β 

 

PW #6

Recently, a lot has happened I’ve been feeling ups and downs. And ups have been the majority of course. Just because of how things were going these couple weeks. I would like to share my experience being at Provincials. Being at provincials for basketball is what I had dreamt always, despite of not being in Canada before we had something similar in Hong Kong which each school compete for their grade all around Hong Kong. It was fun back then I enjoyed it the tensity was definitely not as high and not as skillful. So I was really thankful to have the chance to be able to play in the tournament and be a starter even though I am in grade 10. The most rememberable thing was how we had played well against a team that we had lost by 1 point and won them back by 11. This experience that we had as a team would be special for everyone I’m sure. Being a small team, the underdog team we had our ranking at the bottom of the list but at the end we are a top 10 team in the BC province for the single A division.

 

PW #6 – love in the dark

In the quiet of dusk, when shadows play, Whispers thread over dreamscapes.
A lonely heart finds solace in the soft murmur of streams illuminated by the moon.

Every scar left by hardships overcome and tears shed reveals a story left unsaid.
However, a seed may germinate in the shadows,
a brave, resilient flower of optimism.

Bittersweet memories linger in the still places where echoes reside.
However, the gentle embrace of love, an ageless enchantment, leads tired souls to full comfort.

And when the stars said their final goodbyes,
And dawn’s embrace covers the world in light,
Recognize that love, which endures forever, will bind us together even on the darkest nights.

What is the ‘So Opium Fit’…?

The so Opium fit was founded by Playboi Carti in 2019. The so Opium fit is in my opinion, the best fashion trend in this century. You have likely seen someone in your life that embodies the so Opium fit like Ms.Olivia. The classic so Opium fit consists of all-black pieces of clothing which are meant to express the wearer’s individuality. Though this aetshetic rose to fame in 2020 following the release of Playboi Carti’s album Whole Lotta Red,Β the real catalyst for the Opium aesthetic kicking of was the leak of Destroy Lonely’s “If Looks Could kill”. The reason for this is that fans began posting themselves with Opium fits and that inspired others to do the same, at the same time the leaked track hit number one on the charts. The true power of a community and living out of the ordinary will always lie in the eccentric so Opium fit.

PW #6 – An Exchange Year Journey

In lands unknown, my heart takes flight,
An exchange year, a wondrous sight.
New faces, cultures, colors blend,
Each day a tale, a journey to mend.

From cobblestone streets to bustling squares,
I weave through dreams, shedding old layers.
In every smile, a universe unfurled,
A tapestry of stories, pearls in this world.

Yet, amidst the joy, a tinge of ache,
For time is fleeting, moments we partake.
But memories carved in hearts shall stay,
In the echoes of laughter, along the way.

So, let me cherish, let me roam,
In this exchange year, my soul finds home.

PW #6 Coming Back to Guadalajara

Returning to Guadalajara, Mexico, my hometown, fills me with a sense of joy and comfort that’s hard to put into words. I’m missing the sights, sounds, and smells that make me feel at home. The colorful streets, the bustling markets, and the lively atmosphere all contribute to the unique charm of Guadalajara.

Reconnecting with loved ones is always the highlight of my return. There’s something special about sitting around the table, sharing stories and laughter with family and friends while enjoying delicious homemade meals that unite us all!

Exploring the city never gets old. Whether it’s wandering through the historic neighborhoods, admiring the beautiful architecture, or going out to get togethers, there’s always something new and exciting to experience in Guadalajara.

But beyond the tangible attractions, it’s the intangible sense of belonging that makes coming back so meaningful. The warmth and hospitality of the people here remind me that no matter where life takes me, Guadalajara will always be my home, a place where I’m welcomed with open arms and where memories are made to last a lifetime.

PW#6 – Sonder

Travel had always been a form of escapism for her, a way to find a new life beyond the confines of routine. Despite the grogginess hazing her mind, she was able to appreciate the humid air and bustling noise of the city around her when she first stepped foot onto the streets of France. This is life, she thought. With its rustic beauty, France was the quintessence of timeless charm. The cozy cobblestone homes tucked into the countryside and rolling hills brought life to Avignon. The language, although new to her, sounded melodic and beautiful, much like the sound of the birds in the early morning. The people, with their kind yet raucous behaviour, swarmed the streets, rushing to their separate lives. It made her pause in the crowd and wonder where they were headed – whether they had families, jobs, thoughts or large aspirations. She often found herself making personalities for each stranger she passed – the word for it, she believed, was sonder.Β Sonder refers to the “realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your ownβ€”populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness.” A sprawling anthill of complex stories surrounding her that she might never know. After-all, she was but a background extra – a woman sipping coffee, a blur of traffic passing on the highway, or a lighted window at dusk. In their narrative, she would most likely never appear again. After a moment of reflection, she continued her steps unhurriedly. There was nothing she could do but let their lives wash over her, along with the language, culture, and stories she would later collect in her memory. She would never know why the woman she passed was in such a rush, or why her driver was in such a good mood that day, but that was how it was – how it would be. C’est la vie.Β 

PW #6 Missing Mexico!

As I sit at my bed in Canada, surrounded by my small bedroom, with tight walls and the cool breeze coming through the window, my thoughts wander to a place filled with sunshine, laughter, and the aroma of delicious food – Mexico. Growing up in Canada has been an exciting experience, but as the days pass, I find myself eagerly anticipating my return to the vibrant streets of my home city.

I’ve been exposed to a world of opportunity and diversity since moving to Canada. Every day is an adventure, from the beautiful surroundings to the diversity in the city. By making friends with people from every aspect of life, I’ve been able to learn about their traditions and customs, which has greatly expanded my perspective.

But even with all of Canada’s natural beauty and diversity, there’s a part of me that misses the cozy comforts of Mexico. It’s not just about the food, even though I can almost taste the delicious tacos and cool agua fresca; rather, it’s about the feeling of community that comes from being with loved ones.

The longer the days get and the colder it gets, the more excited I get about my next trip. I’m looking forward to the happy reunions, the exciting get-togethers, and, of course, the opportunity to savor the tastes of home. Mexico has a unique way of using food to unite people; it’s more than just a meal; it’s a celebration of community and culture.

Not to mention the weatherβ€”I miss the sun’s warmth on my skin! I get excited at the idea of changing my winter coat for shorts and flip-flops. I’m excited to enjoy every second of being able to go outside without being weighed down by multiple layers of clothing.

I can’t help but think about how my identity has been shaped by the distinct mixture of cultures as I get ready to return to Mexico. Although living in Canada has extended my perspectives and provided invaluable knowledge, my Mexican heritage serves as a source of pride and stability.

So, as I eagerly count down the days until my departure, I find myself enjoying the contrast of my cultural identity. Canada may be my home away from home, but there’s a special place in my heart for Mexico – a place where the warmth of the sun is matched only by the warmth of its people.

PW: LethallyΒ in Love: An eerie voice

β€œWell well Thanatos you have some nerve to talk to a lady like that” the eerie voice slithered out of Cyane. Persephone’s eyes darted to Cyane and back to Thanatos who’s dark black was glaring wildly at her. “I don’t remember asking for the opinion of a nymph river girl, so why don’t you slither back into whatever hole you came from” he glowered at Cyane, snatching Persephone’s arm. Persephone violently resisted but his arm remained unmoved. “Its quite cute of you to think I give a damn about what you want Thanatos so why don’t you go flying back to your precious king like the DOG you are.” Cyane was mortified about what she was saying, the words were just tumbling out of her mouth. Words that she would never say. Out of nowhere her body slammed into a tree, the air in her lungs violently being thrown out as the pattern on the bark pressed into her back. “What did you just call me!?” Thanatos yelled at Cyane, his hand shoving her neck to the tree. Persephone passed out in the corner of Cyane’s vision. “Say that to me one more time I might not be able to promise your safety river girl!” Thanatos spat in her face, as she shivered with fear about what he was going to do to her. “You heard me” the voice slithered out of her, leaving a dreaded feeling in her stomach ” I told you flying back to your precious king like the DOG you are” Thanatos’s grip tightened on her neck, almost suffocating her. “It’s almost to bad, I mean what’s a dog without its owner right?” Cyane’s voice slithered on as Thanatos’ grip faltered. “What are you playing at” Thanatos glowered, this time his gaze piercing hers in a long hated gaze. “Oh please” Cyane’s voice laughed eerily. “Why would Hade’s keep you around when you’ve been sleeping with people he shouldn’t be. Minthe? does that ring a bell to you or am I just pulling at your tail right now?” Cyane’s voice chuckled “Oh but of course, that’s one of Hades’ favourite mistresses, looks like someone’s been a bad boy”. Thanatos’ hands loosened on Cyane’s neck and she fell to the floor. “No one knows about that” Thanatos insisted, his face looking pale with fear and rage. “And no one will” Cyane said coolly, smirking at Thanatos as she swept her hair to the side. “But if you come back here again and killing me will only bring me closer to this master of yours, I might just remember this little chat we had. M’kay pretty boy? Thanatos shot her one last look of rage before he eventually scrambled off into the sky leaving her and a passed out Persephone in the shades of the trees.

As soon as Thanatos’ faded figure vanished into the trees above, the eerie voice and the surge of confidence dropped out of her body. She fell to the grassy floor below her, her whole body quivering with fear and shock. It felt as if her should left her body when it left. What was that voice and what does it want with me?Β Suddenly a Persephone groaned, her eyes were still closed and her body still lay helplessly where she fainted. Still spooked from the recent events, she quivered even harder in her body. This is exactly what happens whenever I try to help her.Β Her head spat as she glanced a Persephone, relucent to leave. “This is why you left?” Cyane whispered to Persephone’s lifeless body “For this.” She said as she crawled away from her lifeless body.

Needless to say, Cyane continued on away from the scene, brave and on her feet. Persephone in arms, after much back and forth crawling. Cyane’s face was flushed red as Persephone’s warmth radiated on her arms. What could go wrong. “Cyane is that you?”.

PW#6 – The Passing Of Time

My time is precious, yet I waste it,
I dwell too much on what can not be changed,
But still, I sit and think
While the hands of time move forward in a blink.

Years that seem like minutes
In but a twinkle of an eye.
Enjoy every moment
As the time goes gently by.

Time is no friend.
Never stopping, never caring.
Because there is no amount
of time it takes to heal. Only doubt.

No matter if you live with care,
there is little time to stand and stare.
As weeks and months bleed into one.
Live as though life has just begun.

Embrace the years as they come to you
As if in each one, there lies within a hidden gift.
And you will see that in your puzzle of life
That one piece placed thought not to fit.

The fear of loosing what’s not gone just yet.
There is no time, just fear and regret.
Of life lost not forever, like leaves that are cast,
Running from the present, through future and the past.

As one raises the question and asks,
For we are simply on borrowed time of the past.
What happens to the living when they die?
Death is not understood by death. Nor you, nor I.

PW #6 My Motivation for Shcool

My motivation for school has always been the next vacation.Β  Don’t blame me, it’s not that I hate school, I just that I don’t like it. I was talking to my sister Ines the other day about this, and we both feel the same about this matter. See, most of the people that like school, it’s because they are encouraged to meet their friends and talk to them, we don’t. I love my friends. To be completely honest, my besties are the most incredible and amazing people I know, but I don’t need to come to school to see them. Maybe it is due to the fact that my sisters and I have been in multiple schools throughout our life, and that both of my parents have shown us that the friends you care about, it doesn’t matter the distance or the time separated, the friendship it’s still there. School for me it’s just work, someone behind you telling you what to do, how to do it, and when to do it, and I simply don’t enjoy it. I had always been independent, and preferably enjoyed working by myself, without someone telling me what to do. However, I understand that sadly I can’t change right now the education system, or how school could improve. I just have to finish these years with the motivation of the next vacation or holiday coming around.Β 

PW #6 My Spring Break

Spring break is very soon, I have to package but I am so excited about this spring break because I am going to have unforgettable experiences, My grandparents are coming to pick me up so they going to know the school and then we are going on a trip for Canada, to know new places, have fun and of course eat deliciously, and the next step will have come back to Mexico to visit my parents, my brother, friends and people that I love, and I have a lot of plans to do in MazatlΓ‘n because it is hot, so I want to go to the beach, to Pilates class, to have fun with my friends, and the most important part to have fun and enjoy with my family and then I come back to Victoria for the last two months that I am going to have here and to enjoy everything.

Jose Tostado PW #6

In Guadalajara’s lively streets,

Where Mariachi melodies meet.

Underneath the Mexican sun,

A city’s tales have just begun.

On cobblestone paths, we stroll,

Where vibrant hues take control.

Tacos sizzle, tempting bites,

Filling streets with foodie delights.

Marketplaces with colors ablaze,

Crafts and spices, a vibrant maze.

Laughter echoing, oh so clear,

Guadalajara, hold it dear.

Chapels whisper stories old,

In the bricks, history unfolds.

Colonial charm, a timeless grace,

Capturing hearts in this warm embrace.

Tequila’s warmth in crystal glasses,

Echoes of joy, as time passes.

Plazas bustling with vibrant life,

Music and rhythm, erasing strife.

Hillsides adorned with scenic views,

A city that never quite snoozes.

Sunset hues paint the sky,

In Guadalajara, time slips by.

From Tlaquepaque’s artistic flair,

To the secrets the cathedrals share.

Guadalajara, in your embrace,

A lively dance, a warm embrace.

PW #6 – The Evil Plant Empire

George was his name. No one really knew why, but the king of the Evil Plant Empire fancied the language of the old two-legged ones. There had never been a George before him, so there was no need to use all those fancy numerals and titles. None the less, George liked to model the two-legs by being a tyrant who took pleasure in watching his subjects suffer. He was especially infamous for using the techniques of the two-legs to torture his subjects, and word spread quickly about how he would stuff peppers and have a daisy’s petals slowly plucked one by one, while an ominous chant was repeated: “eh-loes-mah, eh-loes-mah-knot”.

It was interesting, George thought as he skimmed through his favourite book of torture, “Larousse Gastronomique”, how plants always stopped at the most conventional methods of causing pain. Sure, it was fun to boil your subjects in hot water, but using the hum-boxes that the two-legs had left behind was far more effective. Watching the plants inside the box slowly spin round and round as they wilted and shrivelled was always entertaining. As George would argue, the plants that were sent to the hum-box would never even get the satisfaction of knowing they would taste good at the end of it all. Nothing ever came out tasting good from the hum-box.

Today however, George was not doing some light reading. He needed a solution to the uprising occurring in the East, where he had pressed a few too many grapes and recently the entire regional cabbage population had gone missing (although George had nothing to do with that). Ah yes, he had found what he was looking for. George carefully put the book aside and began rummaging through his cupboard, eventually finding a bottle full of transparent liquid with a pungent odour. It was time to do some pickling.

 

Thanks to my family for giving me the prompt “evil plants” and “George”.

PW #6 – Rockstar Made…?

Playboi Carti is one of the most influential rappers of this decade. From his flashy β€˜opium fits’ to his record label Opium, Carti does not cease to entertain his fans. Here, I will be critiquing him as a rapper based on his most recent album, Whole Lotta Red.Β 

Although his lyrics do not carry much meaning, usually depicting hedonistic activities performed by rappers of the like, they are certainly very impressionable and effective at communicating his ideas and emotions.Β 

With this album, he introduces his unique β€˜baby voice,’ in which he uses high pitched shrieks and intonations to express himself.

Carti uses a variety of frenzied synth-led beats which pair up quite nicely with his brash vocals and tie the album together cohesively.Β 

Overall, this album gets an 8/10 for its distinctive sound and consistency. It is an experimental and strikingly refreshing contrast to the mainstream melodies of the contemporary music scene.

PW# 6 – Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance is Rubbing Off on Me…

Why are we here? How am I here, looking the way I do, talking the way I speak, dreaming the way I dream? What do Orca’s eat? Why do they prefer seals? How do seals know to run away? What makes a predator scary? Teeth? Why teeth? How do we know to run away? What did we wear as homo erectus? How long did it take to get how we are now? Why are we here? Ah, now this, THIS, is the circle of life.

A large splash of salty water prys me into consciousnesses. The first thing I see is my bright orange kayak. For a moment, I shock myself when I realize I am at the mercy of the water of the Gulf Islands. Right now, I can see she is calm. A few fun bumps every now and then, but mostly tame. I look around to see my group, broken land and rock, kelp, the odd otter, and trees. Lots, and lots, of trees. Beautiful, tall, old, and wise with the years it’s endured on these shores. The water’s attitude is not yet the most frightening thing out here. It’s the ferries. From them, we are named “speed bumps”. Something our guide so care-freely, matter-of-factly, remarked. For us, they are giant metal tanks driving at a fast pace on a route that does not change, kayakers, or no kayakers. Knowing this, we are in constant anxiety of the next ferry crossing. One comes up close. Upon starting it our guide makes a quick speech. Keep in mind, the six of us are fourteen to sixteen year-olds.

“Alright. I need y’all to paddle as fast as your little chicken arms can take you. When you feel like you can’t, keep going. It doesn’t matter because we have to cross anyways otherwise you’ll die. And I don’t want anyone dying because that is a lot of paperwork for me when I get home. Sound good?”

No, not good. We all line up and wait for the OK. He shouts go and it is literally a race for life and death. I feel the sweat building up underneath my jaw, behind my ears, under my legs. The constant splashes of extremely salty water demand entry into my kayak and, mouth. I can feel the build-up dragging me down, sloshing around inside the boat and mixing with the sand of our last stop. I choke on the water for a little while but it does not matter, keep paddling. Keep paddling I tell myself. It feels like I’ve been paddling for hours. It takes what feels like an eternity before he shouts “We’re halfway there!”. The only sign of support he’s shown since the start of the trip. I feel my arms burning and bruising and going lactic. No, no, no. That can’t happen. I take a three second break before my guide yells at me to keep paddling. Seeing the next island I get a burst of energy. Finding the stored energy within me, deep inside me, I paddle on and find the rest of the group at the end of the ferry crossing. Knowing I am in the middle of the ocean’s islands and have just defeated death, I feel free. Completely and utterly alive and free. I reached down and dip my fingertips to the water. It’s cold, really cold. Losing this enchanting feeling and connection I’m having with the ocean, our guide tells us to move on. I can tell he is also in a way, satisfied. Despite one’s love or hate, soft or hard attitude, the serene feeling of presence and zen within nature heals all and brings out our innate calling to not just beΒ in nature, but to be natural.Β 

PW#6 Little Tommy and His Starfish Friend.

Once upon a time, in the depths of the ocean, there was a little green tomato named Tommy. He had a vibrant green colour and a friendly smile. Tommy lived in a cozy little house made entirely out of seaweed with other creatures village. He had a best friend named Sandy the Starfish, who lived right next door. They would spend their days exploring the colourful coral reefs, playing hide-and-seek with the mischievous seahorses, and having underwater picnics. Tommy loved making seaweed sandwiches, and Sandy always brought her famous sea cucumber salad. They would laugh and have a great time together. The ocean was their playground, and they cherished every moment of their underwater life. The little Tommy loves to sing! He started to sing β€œUnder the Sea” by The Little Mermaid.Β 

β€œUnder the sea darling, it’s better down where it’s wetter Take it from me..”

Since he felt like he didn’t belong there, Sandy always tried to make Tommy feel like he belonged there. After a while, Sandy decided to join Tommy in a little singing session. They both believed that friendship and fun could be found in the most unexpected places, even in a green tomato Tommy living under the sea with Sandy.

Getting to know Bohdan

Hi, I’m name is Bohdan. I am from Ukraine and I am 15 years old. I’ve been at Brookes for only a month so I am looking forward to my first year here. I love playing online games with my friends from Ukraine. Although I rarely went outside in Ukraine and mostly spent my time in front of the computer screen, I used to perform in a circus for 7 years before pandemic. I still remember some of the tricks and skills I was taught there and right now I’m open to do some physical activities. In Ukraine I used to hang out with my friends alot, especially during summer time. We used to ride bikes, explore our city, swim in the river. Wonderful times. All of that eventually stopped the moment Russia invaded Ukraine. Everything became serious, and everyone had to flee their homes since we lived in a city close to the russian border. Now the only way we communicated with each other was Internet. At some point everyone came back to the city and we were able to hang out again. But then due to some unfortunate events that happened in Ukraine I was given a once-in-lifetime chance to study at Brookes so I decided to use it wisely. Hopefully I wont regret it.

Getting to know Bohdan

Hi, my name is Bohdan. I am from Ukraine and I am 15 years old and I am a student in Brookes Westshore so I am looking forward to my first year here. I love playing online games with my friends from Ukraine. However beside online games I like to do some sports and activities for example: basketball, footballΒ  etc.. Before the war started I used to be a swimmer and was doing very good in it, but sadly right now all the pools in my home city are closed, that is why i stopped doing it. I used to hang out with my ukrainian friends a lot during summer time. In Brookes I look forward to study more and improve my ATL and sport skills.

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π™°πš•πšπš˜πšžπšœ π™·πšžπš‘πš•πšŽπš’’𝚜 “𝙰 π™±πš›πšŠπšŸπšŽ π™½πšŽπš  πš†πš˜πš›πš•πš” πš’πš•πš•πšžπšœπšπš›πšŠπšπšŽπšœ 𝚊 πšœπšŽπš‘πšžπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πš•πš’πš‹πšŽπš›πšŠπšπšŽπš πšœπš˜πšŒπš’πšŽπšπš’ πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽπš’πš— πšœπšŽπš‘πšžπšŠπš• πš›πšŽπš™πš›πš˜πšπšžπšŒπšπš’πš˜πš— πš’πšœ πšŒπš˜πš—πšπš›πš˜πš•πš•πšŽπš πš‹πš’ πš•πšŠπš›πšπšŽ πš–πšŠπš—πšžπšπšŠπšŒπšπšžπš›πš’πš—πš πšπšŠπšŒπšπš˜πš›πš’πšŽπšœ πšŠπš—πš πšœπšŒπš’πšŽπš—πšπš’πšπš’πšŒ πš”πš—πš˜πš πš•πšŽπšπšπšŽ πš’πšœ πšžπšπš’πš•πš’πš£πšŽπš πš›πšŽπšœπšžπš•πšπš’πš—πš πš’πš— 𝚊 πšœπš˜πšŒπš’πšŽπšπš’ πšπš‘πšŠπš πš’πšœ πšœπšŽπš‘πšžπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πš•πš’πš‹πšŽπš›πšŠπšπšŽπš 𝚒𝚎𝚝 πšŽπš–πš˜πšπš’πš˜πš—πšŠπš•πš•πš’ πš›πšŽπš™πš›πšŽπšœπšœπšŽπš. πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš πš˜πš›πš•πš 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 πš™πš›πš’πš˜πš›πš’πšπš’πš£πšŽπšœ πšŽπšπšπš’πšŒπš’πšŽπš—πšŒπš’ πšŠπš‹πš˜πšŸπšŽ πšŽπš•πšœπšŽ πšžπšπš’πš•πš’πš£πš’πš—πš πšœπšŒπš’πšŽπš—πšπš’πšπš’πšŒ πš–πšŠπš—πš’πš™πšžπš•πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš— πšπšŠπšŒπšπš’πšŒπšœ 𝚒𝚎𝚝 πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πš›πš˜πšŒπšŽπšœπšœ, πš‘πš’πš—πšπšŽπš›πšœ πšŠπš•πš• πš™πš˜πšœπšœπš’πš‹πš’πš•πš’πšπš’πšŽπšœ 𝚘𝚏 πš›πš˜πš–πšŠπš—πšπš’πšŒ πš›πšŽπš•πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš—πšœ πšŠπš—πš πš’πš—πšπš’πšŸπš’πšπšžπšŠπš•πš’πšπš’. πšƒπš‘πš’πšœ πš•πšŠπšŒπš” 𝚘𝚏 πšŽπš–πš˜πšπš’πš˜πš—πšŠπš• πšπš›πšŽπšŽπšπš˜πš– πš πš’πšπš‘πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš πš˜πš›πš•πš 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 πšœπš˜πšŒπš’πšŽπšπš’ πš‘πšŠπš›πš‹πš˜πšžπš›πšœ 𝚊 πšœπšŽπš—πšœπšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πšπšŽπš‘πšžπš–πšŠπš—πš’πš£πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš— 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πšœπšžπš™πš™πš›πšŽπšœπšœπš’πš˜πš— 𝚘𝚏 πš‘πšžπš–πšŠπš— πšŽπš–πš˜πšπš’πš˜πš—.

πš†πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽπšŠπšœ, π™ΌπšŠπš›πšπšŠπš›πšŽπš π™°πšπš πš˜πš˜πš’𝚜 β€œπšƒπš‘πšŽ π™·πšŠπš—πšπš–πšŠπš’πš’𝚜 πšƒπšŠπš•πšŽβ€ πšπšŽπš™πš’πšŒπšπšœ 𝚊 πš™πšŠπšπš›πš’πšŠπš›πšŒπš‘πšŠπš• πšœπš˜πšŒπš’πšŽπšπš’ πš›πš˜πš˜πšπšŽπš πš’πš— πšπš˜πš›πšπš’πšπš’πš’πš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πšœπšŽπš‘πš’πšœπš πš’πšπšŽπš˜πš•πš˜πšπš’πšŒπšŠπš• πšŒπš˜πš—πšŒπšŽπš™πš πšπš‘πšŠπš πš πš˜πš–πšŽπš— πšŠπš›πšŽ πš–πšŽπš›πšŽπš•πš’ πšπš˜πš˜πš•πšœ πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πš›πš˜πšŒπšŽπšœπšœ 𝚘𝚏 πš›πšŽπš™πš›πš˜πšπšžπšŒπšπš’πš˜πš—. πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš–πš’πšœπš˜πšπš’πš—πš’πšœπšπš’πšŒ πšœπš˜πšŒπš’πšŽπšπš’ β€œπ™Άπš’πš•πšŽπšŠπšβ€ πšŒπš•πšŠπš’πš–πšœ 𝚝𝚘 πšπšŠπšŸπš˜πšžπš› πšπš‘πšŽ πšŸπšŠπš•πšžπšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πš πš˜πš–πšŽπš— πšŠπš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πš’πš–πš™πš˜πš›πšπšŠπš—πšŒπšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πšœπšŽπš•πš-πš›πšŽπšœπš™πšŽπšŒπš 𝚊𝚜 πš’πš πšœπš’πš–πšžπš•πšπšŠπš—πšŽπš˜πšžπšœπš•πš’ πšπš˜πš›πšŒπšŽπšœ πš πš˜πš–πšŽπš— 𝚝𝚘 πšŠπšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πš’πšπšŽπšŠπš•πšœ πš πš‘πš’πšŒπš‘ πš˜πš—πšŽ πšŒπšŠπš— πšŠπš›πšπšžπšŽ πš–πš’πš›πš›πš˜πš› πšπš‘πšŽ πšŒπš‘πšŠπš›πšŠπšŒπšπšŽπš›πš’πšœπšπš’πšŒπšœ 𝚘𝚏 πš™πšžπš›πš’πšπšŠπš—πš’πšŒπšŠπš• πš‹πšŽπš•πš’πšŽπšπšœ. π™²πš˜πš–πš™πšŠπš›πšŠπšπš’πšŸπšŽπš•πš’, π™°πšπš πš˜πš˜πš’𝚜 πš™πšŠπšπš›πš’πšŠπš›πšŒπš‘πšŠπš• πšœπš˜πšŒπš’πšŽπšπš’ πšπšŽπš–πš˜πš—πšœπšπš›πšŠπšπšŽπšœ πšœπš’πš–πš’πš•πšŠπš› πšπš‘πšŽπš–πšŽπšœ 𝚘𝚏 πšπšŽπš‘πšžπš–πšŠπš—πš’πš£πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš— πš πš’πšπš‘πš’πš— πš’πšπšœ πš–πšŽπš–πš‹πšŽπš›πšœ 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 πšœπšŽπš‘πšžπšŠπš• πš›πšŽπš•πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš—πšœ πš‹πšŽπšŒπš˜πš–πš’πš—πš πš–πšŽπš›πšŽπš•πš’ 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚒 𝚘𝚏 πš’πš–πš™πš›πšŽπšπš—πšŠπšπš’πš—πš πš πš˜πš–πšŽπš—; πš—πš˜πšπšŠπš‹πš•πš’ πš‹πš’ πš˜πš•πšπšŽπš› πš–πšŽπš— πš’πš— πš™πš˜πšœπš’πšπš’πš˜πš—πšœ 𝚘𝚏 πš™πš˜πš πšŽπš› πš˜πšŸπšŽπš› πšπš‘πšŽπš–. π™Έπš— πšœπšžπš–πš–πšŠπš›πš’, 𝙸 πšŠπš– πšŠπšœπšπš˜πšžπš—πšπšŽπš πš‹πš’ πšπš‘πšŽ πšŒπš˜πš—πš—πšŽπšŒπšπš’πš˜πš—πšœ 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšŠπš‹πš•πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšπš˜πš›πš– πšŠπšπšπšŽπš› πš›πšŽπšŠπšπš’πš—πš πšπš‘πšŽπšœπšŽ 𝚝𝚠𝚘 πš πš˜πš›πš”πšœ 𝚊𝚜 πš πšŽπš•πš• 𝚊𝚜 πš‘πš˜πš  πšπš‘πšŽπš’ πš πšŽπš›πšŽ πšŠπš‹πš•πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πš›πšŠπš’πšœπšŽ πšœπš’πš–πš’πš•πšŠπš› πššπšžπšŽπšœπšπš’πš˜πš—πšœ πšπšŽπšœπš™πš’πšπšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ πšŒπš˜πš—πšπš›πšŠπšœπšπš’πš—πš πšŠπš™πš™πš›πš˜πšŠπšŒπš‘πšŽπšœ πšπšŠπš”πšŽπš—.

IRJE #5 – “The Only Book You Need to Lead You to Success”

Currently I am reading the book How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie. Contrary to the popular belief that this book is teaching lonely people how to make friends, it’s not. It is much more to do with how to influence or alter the perspectives of friends you already have, as well as strangers you’ve never met. A quote that really that I highlighted whilst reading was:

First, arouse in the other person an eager want. He who can do this has the whole world with him. He who cannot walks a lonely way.

I have read over the chapter, in which this quote is found, many times. “Arousing a want” sounded so simple when I read it on paper, so I have started to implement Carnegie’s words into my everyday life. I have started to see differences in how people to respond to things I ask of them using this technique.

IRJE #5: Pride & Prejudice

I have nearly finished reading “Pride and Prejudice” by Jane Austen. It’s been a unique experience for me, as I’m not used to reading books with such advanced vocabulary. However, it has also helped me learn new words and expand my vocabulary, which is fantastic. In the following quote, Elizabeth is introduced to Mr. Darcy’s magnificent estate at Pemberley.

They gradually ascended for half a mile, and then found themselves at the top of a considerable eminence, where the wood ceased, and the eye was instantly caught by Pemberley House, situated on the opposite side of a valley, into which the road with some abruptness wound. It was a large, handsome, stone building, standing well on rising ground, and backed by a ridge of high woody hills;β€”and in front, a stream of some natural importance was swelled into greater, but without any artificial appearance. Its banks were neither formal, nor falsely adorned. Elizabeth was delighted. She had never seen a place where nature had done more, or where natural beauty had been so little counteracted by an awkward taste. They were all of them warm in her admiration; and at that moment she felt that to be mistress of Pemberley might be something! (p. 163).

Elizabeth’s visit to Darcy’s house is a major milestone in her feelings towards him. While conversing with the housekeeper, Mrs. Reynolds, Elizabeth catches the glowingly admiring word of Darcy’s generosity and kindness as a master. The change, however, comes when she meets Darcy himself, unexpectedly, while she is walking through the grounds of his estate, Pemberley. His former haughtiness appears to have decreased, and Elizabeth now perceives him in a different way. The elaborate description of Pemberley’s construction and grounds are a symbolic representation of Darcy’s personality. That stream is actually his pride, being natural it also represents his honesty. Elizabeth’s joy and quick realization about the pleasure of being the mistress of Pemberley foreshadow her subsequent bliss as devoted wife of Darcy.

IRJE #5 – The Hunger Games

I have been enjoying ‘The Hunger Games’ lately and I really like it because of it’s descriptions. I like how it can give me an clear imagery of the scene even though I have not watch the movie I hope to finish the book then watch the movie just to see if what I had imagined is similar to the movie

“Look what I shot.” Gale holds up a loaf of bread with an arrow stick in it, and I laugh. It’s real bakery bread, not the flat, dense loaves we make from our grain rations. I take it in my hands, pull out the arrow, and hold the puncture in the crust to my nose, inhaling the fragrance that makes my mouth flood with with saliva. Fine bread like this is for special occasions.

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I am just very impressed when books can give me an imagery on what is actually happening so in the above example I think it had given me enough descriptions to think of an imagery.

IRJE #5

The book I’m reading is Icebreaker, and I found this quote and I really liked it

Falling in love with Nathan Hawkins was not something I could have planned. No planner, iPad, or freaking sticker chart could have prepared me for my future. My imagination isn’t capable of dreaming up this level of happiness.

this quote shows the main character’s surprising and deep love for Nathan Hawkins. It shows how unpredictable love can be and how it may exceed all preparations and expectations. It’s about the joy and surprise of discovering deep happiness in the most unexpected places. The character highlights the good parts of life and love when they come to the realization that no amount of planning could have brought them to the happiness she discovered with Nathan.

IRJE #5: Three shots

In White fangs, by Jack London, Bill and Henry are tasked in the middle of Winter, with transporting a person caucus. However, on the way, they are harassed by a group of Wolves. The Wolve pack have already eaten up 5 of their sled dogs. Name losses his nerves and goes with his revolver and the three bullets to kill the wolfs.

β€œHe heard a shot, then two shots in rapid succession, and he knew that Bill’s ammunition was gone. Then he heard a great outcry of snarls and yelps. He recognized One Ear’s yell of pain and terror, and he heard a wolf-cry that bespoken a stricken animal. And that was all,” (p.108, l.15)

I really like this specific scene because, how jack London tells us indirectly to the reader that Bill is dead. It is also highly creative to tell someone died.

IRJE #5 Magnolia Parks

InΒ the Novel Magnolia Parks, by Jessa Hastings, Magnolia and BJ are written in the stars, just suspended in a strange kind of love that looks like hurting each other a lot of the time. But at the end of each of their sad efforts to get over one another, it’s always each other that they crawl back to. As the β€œnanny” Marsaili reads the paper she sees BJ and Magnolia on the headline saying:

“On-again-off-again” couple Magnolia Parks and BJ Ballentine caused quite a scene lastΒ  Β  night at Annabel’s as the pair ran into one of Park’s many ex-loversβ€”unnamedβ€”β€œ

[…]

β€œJealous Ballentine appeared ready for fisticuffs, but the situation was diffused before it went any further.”

β€œBeej shrugs. β€œNot bad.”

β€œFisticuffs,” I muse.”

β€œAnd then there are several photos where it looks like the two of you are togetherβ€”β€œ Β  (p.33)

When I read this scene I had to think about the author’s key question β€œHow many Loves do you get in a lifetime”. The situation made clear that the two of them are drawn to each other but can’t properly show it, as they keep hurting each other but also care for each other at the same time. A complex chaos of feelings mixed up in wrong actions and bad timing.Β 

IRJE #5 Julieta

Limitless: Upgrade Your Brain, Learn Anything Faster, and Unlock Your Exceptional Life by Jim Kwik. The author, Jim Kwik, is discussing the power of mindset in achieving success and personal growth. “The truth is that we are all limitless. The only limits we have are the ones we impose on ourselves.” (Kwik, 2020, p. 27) This quotation shows the central theme of the book, emphasizing that our potential is not limited by external circumstances but by our own beliefs and mindset. It highlights the importance of overcoming self-imposed limitations to unlock our full potential and lead an exceptional life. The message is empowering and encourages readers to adopt a growth mindset, believing in their ability to learn, grow, and achieve their goals. Kwik’s assertion that our brains can be trained and improved is supported by scientific research on neuroplasticity, the brain’s ability to reorganize itself by forming new neural connections. By emphasizing this point, Kwik challenges readers to take control of their own learning and cognitive abilities, empowering them to overcome challenges and achieve their goals. I like that this book is non fiction and provides facts to support the main idea. It challenges readers to rethink their capabilities, embrace a growth mindset, and unlock their full potential, ultimately leading to a more fulfilling and exceptional life.

IRJE #5 – Purple Hibiscus

This quote is from the book I’m reading currently, Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and its a conversation between the narrator and her brother.

Did you tell Aunty Ifeoma about your finger?’ I asked. I should not have asked. I should have let it be. But there, it was out. It was only when I was alone with Jaja that the bubbles in my throat let my words come out. “She asked me, and I told her.” He was tapping his foot on the verandah floor in an energetic rhythm. I stared at my hands, at the short nails that Papa used to cut to a chaffing shortness, when I would sit between his legs and his cheeks would brush mine gently, until I was old enough to do it myself — and I always cut them to a chaffing shortness, too. Had Jaja forgotten that we never told, that there was so much that we never told? When people asked, he always said his finger was “something” that had happened at home. That way, it was not a lie and it let them imagine some accident, perhaps involving a heavy door. I wanted to ask Jaja why he had told Aunty Ifeoma, but I knew there was no need to, that this was one question he did not know the answer to. (p. 154)

This quote captures the weight of unspoken family secrets and the struggle between silence. The narrator’s internal conflict about confronting her brother, Jaja, regarding the revelation of a hidden family secret to Aunty Ifeoma reflects the tension between preserving appearances and the desire for emotional honesty. Jaja’s responses to questions about his finger reveal a desire to maintain control over his narrative, while his decision to confide in Aunty Ifeoma hints at a subconscious longing for understanding and validation outside the confines of their oppressive household.

IRJE #5 The Auschwitz Ballerina

The Auschwitz Ballerina is a book written by Edith Eger, this book isn’t a story, this book is an experience she had on WW2 times. Edith Eger is a jew and suffer through Hittler’s atrocities and managed to survive. It all started when she was 16 years old when the nazis took her family and her to Auschwitz. her parents were sent to a gas camera and she stayed with her sister waiting for death. but little did she knew that dancing “the blue danube” for Mengele saved her life.

“In the private darkness inside me, I hear my mother’s words, as if she were here, in the inhospitable room, whispering beneath the music. <<Remember that no one can take away what you put in your mind>> Dr. Mengele, my squalid companions in confinement, the rebels who will survive and those who would soon be dead, even my dear sister disappear, and the only world that exists is in my head.” (pg.69)

this phrase is said by the main character (the author) and I find it really interesting because it explains how she felt in the certain moment she knew that one false step she could get killed, who would’ve known that dancing would be the thing that made her stay alive and get out of Auschwitz.

IRJE#5 – The Strength in Vulnerability

One book that I have read whose message and quotes truly stuck with me was Divine Rivals, by Rebecca Ross. In the fantastical world of magic and intrigue, Ross creates a story that unfolds as you read, and she truly captured me from the start. The emotional depth of the characters and the plot points she diverged impacted me immensely, specifically, this one excerpt spoken by the protagonist in a moment of vulnerability. It goes as follows:

β€œIt takes courage to let down your armour, to welcome people to see you as you are. Sometimes I feel the same as you: I can’t risk having people behold me as I truly am. But there’s also a small voice in the back of my mind, a voice that tells me, β€œYou will miss so much by being so guarded.”

This quote was the catalyst that began the unfolding of the protagonist’s character. It is when she first lets down her guard and is honest with the other characters in the book, and it shows the truth behind the phrase “there is strength in vulnerability.” It touched me as a reader because I feel I can relate to the meaning Ross is trying to convey. There are times where we hide our true selves to impress, relate, or be liked by others. After all, it is too dangerous to show yourself and be open to the risk of failure, of disappointment. But that is why I think it is so special; bearing yourself for conviction and vulnerability also opens up opportunities that, as the protagonist also puts it, you would have missed otherwise. This quote conveys that to let down your armour is a strength, not a weakness, and that is something truly remarkable.

IRJE#5

Layla by Colleen Hoover is a thrilling and emotional novel that follows the story of Layla and Leeds, a couple who have been through a lot of ups and downs in their relationship. They decide to take a break from their busy lives and go on a romantic getaway to a bed and breakfast in the mountains. However, their peaceful trip takes a dark turn when they encounter a mysterious and eerie presence in the house, which seems to have a connection to Layla’s past. As the couple tries to unravel the secrets of the house and Layla’s past, they are forced to confront their fears and insecurities and make some difficult decisions that will change their lives forever. The novel is a perfect blend of romance, suspense, and psychological thriller, and will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very end.

“I want to be the best part of your worst day”

The quote is a statement made by Layla, one of the main characters in the novel “Layla” by Colleen Hoover. The quote means that Layla wants to be there for her partner, Leeds, even on his worst days. She wants to be the one who can make him smile, even when everything else seems to be going wrong. She wants to be his source of comfort and support, and she wants to be able to make a positive impact on his life. Essentially, the quote is about being there for someone you love, no matter what, and being the best part of their day, even when everything else is falling apart. I love this quote as it shows the importance of love and how you will love someone on their bad and good days.Β 

PR#3

I noticed a similarity between the books Brave New World and Amusing Ourselves to Death. They both show a future where people are controlled by technology and entertainment, making them lose their ability to think critically. In Brave New World, people are taught to accept their place in society and rely on a drug called “soma” and constant distractions to keep them content. In Amusing Ourselves to Death, it is argued that our focus on quick entertainment has made us less capable of thinking deeply about important matters.Β 

Both books warn about the dangers of blindly following authority and being too comfortable with the status quo. They have made me realize the importance of questioning information and being open to different viewpoints. These books also made me more aware of how technology and media influence our perceptions of the world. In summary, Brave New World and Amusing Ourselves to Death are thought-provoking books that have challenged me to think critically about the world I live in.

IRJE #5 – Well, Jane…

I recently began reading a book entitled Agatha Christie – Marple. The book is a collection of short stories written by different authors, using the Ms. Marple character to explore a variety of scenarios. At the end of one investigation, Ms. Marple’s friend, Emmy, says to her:

“Well, Jane, you’ve only been here for twenty-four hours and already you’ve discovered two murders that no one else even realised were murders. And in Fishbourne, of all places!”

“You have lived a sheltered life, Emmy. But there is wickedness everywhere.” (p. 332)

This quotation captures perfectly what I feel is wrong with the book: there is no build up. The murders are well constructed,Β  but there’s no time to analyze them and create theories before Ms. Marple has solved it, everyone cheers, and we move onto the next mystery. Additionally, evidence that could be used to solve the murder is either heavily emphasized or not mentioned at all. Multiple times throughout the book, Ms. Marple reminded the readers that there were, for example, two or three things that stuck out to her in a specific scene. This is unnecessary: anyone who started reading a murder mystery book would already be analyzing every sentence. It’s as if Ms. Marple turns towards the audience, sees they’re struggling to figure out the mystery, and decides she needs to slap them over the head with some evidence because they’re too stupid to figure it out.

One, two, three, four! 200 minimum words!

 

IRJE #5 – Adultery and Tolstoy

Just two weeks ago, I began reading a novel called, “Anna Karenina” by Leo Tolstoy. Even in such a short time, it has become one of my favourite novels from 19th Century Russian authors. This novel explores the themes of families,Β  death and love. Especially love, I don’t think I have ever read a book where such a multitude of protagonists who have so many troubles with love. The novel follows a woman named Anna Karenina, a married woman, who falls in love with the charming officer Vronsky. The quotation I chose is of Dolly, Anna’s sister-in-law telling Anna about her husband, Oblonsky’s recent affair with their governess,

“‘Everything is at an end and that’s all’ said Dolly. ‘And the worst of it is, you understand, that I can’t leave him: there are the children, and I am bound. Yet I can’t live with him; it is torture for me to see him.'” (Pg. 67).

I chose this quotation because it is an introduction to the ideas of adultery of married individuals and the societal norms of the time stopping women from getting divorced. As Anna is being sympathetic with Dolly in this scene it feels very hypocritical because as the reader we know Anna is not faithful to her husband. To me, this felt like a way for Tolstoy to try to share his idea of humans’ tendency to be contradictory in their values and desires.

IRJE #5: The stars

For my next IRJE, I chose a quotation in the next book in the β€œEmily of New Moon” series, Emily Climbs, by L.M. Montgomery. In the story, the protagonist Emily is on a trip with her best friend Ilse canvassing for subscriptions (visiting neighborhoods asking people to subscribe) to a newspaper from their town in which they are boarding for school. However, while walking they get lost and will not be able to get to the house in which they are to stay in time before dark. Instead, they decide to stay the night on a haystack near the road, and Emily stays awake gazing at the stars and the beauty of the night.

β€œShe was glad Ilse was asleep. Any human companionship, even the dearest and most perfect, would have been alien to her then. She was sufficient unto herself, needing not love nor comradeship nor any human emotion to round out her felicity. Such moments come rarely in life, but when they do come they are inexpressibly wonderful – as if the finite were for a second divinity – as if humanity were for a space uplifted into divinity – as if all ugliness had vanished, leaving only flawless beauty” (p. 177).

This quotation highlights one of my favorite parts of both this series in particular and L.M. Montgomery’s writing in general – her descriptions of the world, even the smaller things in life. She often describes nature in very fantastical and vivid descriptions and accentuate small things such as the wind rustling through the trees or a clump of flowers. Even a simple thing such as laying and gazing at the stars can have great meaning, and be what make life interesting.

IRJE #5 Pride and Prejudice

In Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austin, Elizabeth is the main character. She is the second daughter of the Bennet family. Mrs. Bennet, Elizabeth’s mother, is concerned about marrying her five daughters with wealthy escorts. When Mr. Bingley’s moves into the neighborhood, he develops a mutual affection with Jane Bennet, the oldest sister. When Mr. Darcy appears, Mr. Bingley’s close friend, his proud personality hurts Elizabeth’s feelings. Darcy starts to feel affection towards Elizabeth’s intelligence, and he finds it hard to express his feelings. When Mr. Darcy asks her father for his permission to marry her, you could clearly see her father’s love and preoccupation.

β€œGo with your father, he wants you in the library.” She was gone directly.
Her father was walking in the room, looking grave and anxious. β€œLizzy” said he, β€œwhat are you doing? Are you out of your senses, to be accepting this man? Have you not always hated him?”
(p. 253)

This quotation reminded me of the relationship with my father, he is always worried about me and my feelings, and always goes out of the way to make my days better. That is why for me, this was the most lovely part throughout the whole book. Lizzy ‘s father was only worried about how her daughter feels and how she would feel. Mr. Bennet did not care about marrying her with a wealthy partner, or for her to have the expected future for her, he was only worried about her girl.

IRJE #5 – Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead

Not so long ago, I started reading the book β€œDrive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead” by Olga Tokarczuk. As a detective lover, this book got my full attention, even though I only finished the second chapter. I am not sure yet how the event will go, but the mysterious death of a man that everyone calls Big Foot is really interesting. There was also a short story about his dog. He locks her up in a shed, where she howls because of the cold. The woman rescues her and brings the dog home, where she gives her food and a warm place to sleep, but after a while, at night, the dog runs outside and goes back.

β€œAnd so she went back to her Prison” (p. 32).

I included this part because I liked how loyal the dog is. Despite how badly the owner treated her, the dog returned to him. When I told my sister about this book, she said that this situation reminded her of some people she knew.

PR – Brave New World & Amusing Ourselves to Death

Brave New World by Aldous Huxley has become one of the best English books that I have read so far. Despite the difficult use of language in the book, the plot, and events that got me thinking, not always, provided me with a need to continue reading the book. What I liked the most was that the characters I disliked and found annoying turned out to be interesting to read about. The book has a good amount of complexity in the language and narrative that has quite a few things in common with the world we live in now, which makes me a bit sad, and the image of naive characters made a huge impression on my liking of literature.

On the other hand, Amusing Our Selves to Death by Neil Postman did not make an impression on me. Most likely because of its style. As a book-length essay, the text’s format, rather than the content, made it somewhat boring, making it tiring to read.Β  Postman covered an interesting topic of the effect of TV on the human race, but for me, the stylistic choices reduced the overall enjoyment of the book.

IRJE #5 Someone Is Always Watching

I just finished the book,Β Someone Is Always WatchingΒ by Kelly Armstrong. As you may expect this is a horror book. I found an interesting horror scene that gave me goosebumps.

Dear Blythe,

You clicked the link, right? After making absolutely sure it seemed legit, of course. Did you check the URL? Type it in? Be certain I wasn’t scamming you?

I’m not scamming you. I wish I was, but I’m not.

So, you read the article, and tgen you went looking for more, didn’t you? And the only thing you found was that second article. WHiips, it’s all a mistake! Poor kid just accidentally died in a field, naked, with his throat slit!

Yes, none of that was in the article. But that’s what happened. I can send crime-scene photos, but I’ll spare you that. For now, you need to take my word for it.

It wasn’t an accident. Wasn’t a perv, either. The police dropped it because they couldn’t very well say that the murderer was an eight-year-old boy. Clearly, the kid didn’t know what he was doing.

How do you slit a boy’s throat, strip him to make it look like a perv, and not knowing what you’re doing?

You don’t.

He knew exactly what he was doing. Killing a kid who had the nerve to be nice to the guy’s little sister. That was the dead boy’s crime. His only crime. He was an eighth-grader who was mentoring a second-grade girl, and her brother killed him.

She saw it. The sister, that is. Got there after the kid was dead, and she saw what her brother had done.

Can you imagibe what that was like for her? How much it changed her? Damaged her?

Do you know any damaged girls, Blythe?

I think you do. (p63-65)

This whole part of horror kind of traumatized me and it can connect to the real world. This part makes me feel like the person who sent this email is some kind of stalker. Since there are more emails sent by an anonymous person. This connects to the title that the authors created.

IRJE #5 – Stop Giving a F***

I have just begun reading the book, The Subtle Art of Not Giving a [Bleep] by Mark Manson (p. 5). I found this quotation to be quite meaningful, as it related to the book we were reading earlier by Neil Postman.

Everyone and their TV commercial wants you to believe that the key to a good life is a nicer job, or a more rugged car, or a prettier girlfriend, or a hot tub with an inflatable pool for the kids. The world is constantly telling you that the path to a better life is more, more, more–buy more, own more, make more, f*** more, be more. You are constantly bombarded with messages to give a f*** about everything, all the time.Β 

Manson explains how businesses use propaganda to seep your attention from you to better their business and sell more products. Later on in the book he explains how the key to living a more positive life is to narrow in on the things you actually care about and stop worrying about random things you see online.

IRJE #5 – Truth of Lies

I recently finished the fantasy novel β€œA Sadow in the Ember” written by Jennifer L. Armentrout. This novel in the complex β€œFrom Blood and Ash” series offers a different perspective from a character in the past. Similar to the protagonist Poppy in β€œFrom Blood and Ash”, Seraphena (Sera) Mierel’s future has never been her own, imprisoned behind a veil. She’s raised in a destructive environment, with many not even acknowledging her as a person, simply a failure. Sera has always known what she is. Chosen. Consort. Assassin. Weapon. A specter never fully formed yet drenched in blood. A monster. Until her path crosses with the Primal of Death, whom she begins to trust. This relationship chases away Sera’s darkness, until his true intentions become clear, forcing her to reconsider the agony and consequences behind trust.

β€œIt is far easier to be lied to than to acknowledge that you have been lied to.” (pg. 247).

This quote sparked a sense of sympathy and understanding from me, as it is an unknown concept that can be applied in many ordinary people’s lives. The quote reveals how harmless lying is until its consequences begin to configure. Once you begin to actually acknowledge the hurt and despair of lying as an action and the depth someone’s words can go, you begin to recognize the suffering of the victim. Typically lies are masked, mimicking a mental barrier of invisibility between each person. But as the wall breaks, it’s tempting to explore into that world of deception even if the outcome will only bring more hurt.

IRJE #5 Jose Tostado

“The 7 Habits of Highly Successful People”, by Stephen Covey, published in 1989, is a step-by-step guide to complete the development of your life and your career or profession, a highly recognized book in the zone of self-help and self-development. The path to achieving effectiveness is built from seven habits which start from mental self-control, learning to work as a team, knowing how to communicate, and reaching the habit of constant improvement. The book makes clear its opposition to the search for quick solutions to internal or serious problems, making us understand that they never work in the long term. Also, the book through anecdotes, from the author and from people he has worked with, and practical exercises, Covey guarantees and facilitates the creation of habits in our daily lives. The book offers wisdom through its quotes from the author himself, for example.

“Sow a thought, reap an action; Sow an action, reap a habit; sow a habit, reap a character; sow a character, reap a destiny.” (p. 46).

Stephen Covey’s book today remains a highly regarded book that provides lasting habits for a balanced and principled approach to success, inner happiness, creating and implementing good habits into our daily routine, and continued self-improvement.

PR – Brave New World & Amusing Ourselves to Death

It’s ironic that, when faced with the uncomfortable reality that the world I live in currently is so similar to a technology driven world predicted 90 years ago, my immediate reaction was to find something more interesting. That’s the challenge that so many people experience, because why would anyone want to consider how flawed their world is? It’s much easier to choose inaction and ignore the problem, especially if, for example, facing the problem leads to you being more socially isolated.

In Brave New World, written by Aldous Huxley (1932), this is the problem one of the protagonists, Bernard, faces. Community is heavily emphasized Bernard’s world, and having an individual identity is synonymous with isolation. At one point, Bernard asks his co-worker Lenina: β€œBut wouldn’t you like to be free to be happy in some other way, Lenina? In your own way, for example; not in everyone else’s way” (p. 79). This quotation struck me, as it made me consider how different the definition of freedom could be. Lenina considers herself free because she can choose, but due to conditioning and the way their society is constructed, people in this brave new world are given only a limited number of options . This gives them the comfort of knowing that they made these choices, without the realisation that there are other options. Another way to describe this is by using a chocolate box. If you were brought up from birth knowing you could pick any chocolate from a chocolate box, you would have the satisfaction of knowing you are free to pick whichever chocolate you want. However, you would never know about the options outside of that specific chocolate box, and, to take this metaphor even further, never experience the happiness someone can feel when eating something like a cake or pizza. There will always be restrictions on what choice one can make –sadly, I can’t choose to flyβ€”, but intentionally limiting someone’s choices without their knowledge does not mean freedom, as it will control how we act based off that knowledge. When citizens in the World State witness John whipping himself, they find it amusing and actively seek it out and use it as entertainment. They are unable to grasp the meaning behind why John is whipping himself, and instead use it as a quick moment of excitement before returning to their dull, but completely happy, lives.

A similar sentiment is expressed by Neil Postman’s writing about Β technology’s role in society in Amusing Ourselves to Death (1985). Just like soma and the feelies in Brave New World, Postman argued that we use social media and other forms of entertainment as an escape from our lives. However, the danger is not in the entertainment aspect, it’s dangerous because we like to use it as a substitute for things such as education,religion and human connection or emotion. Just like in a Brave New World, we are pacified by thinking we have a choice in what information we receive on television or social media. It is true that we can change the channel, but there will never be anything of value. We are comforted by disinformation. As Huxley states in Chapter 6 – The Age of Show Business: β€œThe problem is not that television presents us with entertaining subject matter but that all subject matter is presented as entertaining” (p. 87). Simply put, television –and other forms of mediaβ€” lack the nuances to be able to communicate relevant and important topics. We abbreviate subjects until they lose all their meaning and value. Huxley explains this problem by describing television as a smoke signal, as you can only communicate basic information. You won’t be able to have a coherent debate with your neighbour. As the television anchor Lawrence O’Donnell pointed out in his talk about how β€œthe government will not be televised,” all important meetings when the president makes important decisions are never shown on television. In his words, β€œthe presidency is a performance.” Governing a country now comes with the extra job of entertaining people to win their votes. We focus on the excitement of action without considering the meaning behind it. We are the citizens of the World State who only focused on the whipping, instead of what it symbolized.

 

PR #3 – Brave New World and Amusing Ourselves to Death

In Postman’s essay, “Amusing Ourselves to Death” he criticizes the American minds of the 1980s and how they have been consumed by the new developments of technology and their constant desire for entertainment. In Huxley’s dystopian novel β€œBrave New World”, he observes the change in the society around him in the 1930s and how they let their desires lead them instead of their brain. Postman wrote this essay novel based on the idea that Huxley predicted the future of humans letting technologies rule over us. Both fictional and essay novels have many similarities as they describe the world where entertainment and desires become a norm through the development of technology. For example, in β€œAmusing Ourselves to Death” Postman recalls back in multiple arguments to what he believes is the source, telegraphing which is a form of fast news or headliner information that began back in the 1830s. Leading people as Postman states,Β β€œThe telegraph introduced a kind of public conversation whose form had startling characteristics: Its language was the language of headlinesβ€”sensational, fragmented, impersonal.” (Pg. 70). This demonstrates the observation that the people of America only had the shallow entertaining knowledge of worldly issues that should be discussed in greater detail. Compared to the current day this reminds me of being able to look something up on my phone as soon as I desire to know something without taking a minute to figure it out logically by myself. Another example of entertainment Postman mentions in his book is television, a new technology of the time, being a quick source of entertainment or performance from the people on screen. Postman states that within politics, religion, and worldwide issues the television needed to make the shows entertaining because if it were not, then the people watching would change the channel. The competition for the most entertaining channel was on the rise, causing the creators of these television series to make it more entertaining until entertainment was all the show needed to thrive. This explains Postman’s main point of the new technology (television) being able to give its viewers instant gratification. No need to analyze or discuss anything in detail. Postman’s criticisms of society in the 1980s line up with Aldous Huxley’s observations. One of the said observations was everyone’s desire to be gratified of their wants immediately by using a drug called soma. The drug soma instantly makes anyone’s negative emotions disappear leaving the individual with no time between the desire and the gratification. For example, Lenina begins doubting her happiness as John has rejected her offer to sleep with him. To fill this void, Lenina uses soma to stop the negative emotions and the doubt about her happiness. This connects a lot to the current where maybe I am feeling down on myself, I tend to avoid the issue and use one of the latest technologies, the internet. Scrolling on an app or playing a video takes away the stress of the moment making me ignorant to my true feelings. Overall, I believe that Huxley’s prediction of future society lies with Postman’s analysis of society and proves many of the ideas novel to be true. Because both novels highlight similar problems, it brought up a question which one did I feel more connected to and if either format, essay or fictional story, did I enjoy and understand more?

Aldous Huxley wrote a novel that uses a fictional storyline to demonstrate to the readers his ideas and the world he imagines for the future. I found Huxley’s novel a very disturbing read with many comments on society and human nature throughout. For example, Bernard constantly desires to fit into society but also hates them for outcasting him. As soon as he thinks of exploiting Linda and John to get praised by his co-workers, he does exactly that. But during his time at the reserve, he sympathizes with John as he is also cast out of society. This shows that Huxley was able to get his points across to the readers. Along with his strength came flaws as the novel did not have a super clear plot line and many parts needed editing, either to shorten or straighten out some scenes that were not as obvious. For example, at the beginning of the novel, the entire first chapter is a bunch of exposition of how Huxley’s dystopia functions through a tour of the director of the Central London Hatching and Conditioning Center with a bunch of students who we never meet again. I know the purpose of the storyline was to be able to convey his ideas but it threw me off when the plot line was unclear. On the other hand, Postman used a book-length essay using logic and specific examples to demonstrate his ideas. Because the book was a giant essay I felt that when it came to the topic it discussed the examples he gave were very persuasive. When Postman referred to how when debates or discussions are televised they are also in the form of entertainment and used the example of a discussion on ABC station where important leaders and politicians such as Elie Wiesel or Henry Kissinger would talk for about 5 minutes each not addressing each other points because of the short attention span of the audience. A lot of people I think would not have much criticism towards Postman’s essay novel. For the most part, I agree, the book was not only extremely well written every argument he made was logical and had examples as evidence. But I found it so dull to read, it could have been the amount of references to the 1980s that I did not understand. It could have been that it was my first time reading a book-length essay. But then, I realized that it was because I didn’t find the book entertaining, when I realized this I knew both Postman and Huxley were right. My young mind is consumed by the desire to be entertained. Overall, I think that both methods were equally effective at exploring their ideas and every author has their own of expressing these ideas.

IRJE #5: Fire Star

In the book I am reading: Fire Star by Chris D’ Lacey, one of the main characters- Lucy -has a dispute withe her mother -Liz. This dispute stuck out to me because it a dispute that I have had many times with my mother and probably most other people with their mothers. Previous to this argument, Lucy had mailed off and application that the previous tenant of the house -David- had trusted her to mail. So when Lucy saw the application still hidden in her Liz’s draw she decided to mail it off without telling her mother. When Liz finds out she confronts Lucy and scolds her because the application was dangerous and could put David in danger and it was not out of their hands.

“‘You did what?’ Liz lowered her shopping bags and threw her daughter such a look of deep shock that Lucy felt compelled to pull a tissue from her sleeve, and blow her nose to avoid eye contact. ‘It was in a drawer – with a stamp and everything.’ ‘Yes and that’s where it should have stayed.’. ‘But you promised me you would mail it and I thought you had. Instead you hid it and you didn’t even tell me. That’s sneaky, mom. David would go mad.” -( Chris D’ Lacey, Fire Star)

This is a perfect example of the consequences lies can have, especially in a household. Often times when parents don’t trust their children with the truth it will end up with disputes where the children will end up making an assumption on the basis that they don’t know what they are doing is wrong. This is the reason I chose this quote. Because the sheer amount of times when I see this in real life as well as books where all those problems could be solved with the truth

IRJE #5 “The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes”

“The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes” is the last book of the Hunger Games saga by Suzanne Collins. In this book, she tells the story of the young Coriolanus Snow and the District 12 tribute, Lucy Gray. Lucy Gray is a young woman that her passion is to sing but her life changes drastically when she gets the bad luck of being selected as District 12 tribute to go and play for her life in the annual Hunger Games. Coriolanus Snow is a well known student from the capitol, his family has to keep the appearance even though they are broke and have no money at all. Each student of the Capitol needs to train a tribute from the different districts and make him or her win the Hunger Games and with that obtain money from the capitol for the rest of their lives. Lucy Gray is Coriolanus snow tribute to train, but eventually, they fall in love. Everyone feared the principal of the capitol, Dr. Volumnia Gaul, but Lucy Gray wasn’t going to accept this terrible killing games so she decides to say the next quote to the principal in live television.

β€œYou’ve no right to starve people, to punish them for no reason. No right to take away their life and freedom. Those are things everyone is born with, and they’re not yours for the taking. Winning a war doesn’t give you that right. Having more weapons doesn’t give you that right. Being from the Capitol doesn’t give you that right. Nothing does.” (p. 311)

I chose this quote because I found incredible and very brave how Lucy Gray fought for her life and to defend her ideology in this movie. She didn’t agree with the fact that the government, in this case the Capitol, made all of the citizens participate in the Hunger Games just to control them or to treat them as less. What she says in this quote is very real and we get to see it in our own countries, in our daily life. People that have more privileges, more money, make people that don’t to feel inferior, to feel less, they made them think that they’re not worth anything. We have no right to treat people as objects or to punish them for no reason just because we think we are better than everyone else.Β  Just as her, I strongly think that we all should defend our ideologies and never think that we are better than someone else.