PR-connection between brave new world and amusing ourselves to death

After reading the two books, I realized that they were more similar than I thought they would be. Amusing Ourselves to Death and Brave New World both warn against the dehumanizing effects of a culture fixated on pleasure and diversion. In Brave New World, a society where the pursuit of pleasure and r fulfillment takes place over individuality and critical thought is portrayed. In the same way, Postman believes that we no longer possess the capacity for meaningful conversation or critical thought since our culture has grown so dependent on entertainment. Both writers provide warnings that living in such a society can result in a decrease in one’s sense of personal independence and a loss of true human connection.

Neil Postman makes a valid connection between his work and Huxley’s novel. Both pieces draw attention to the perils of living in a culture where enjoyment and amusement come first. They operate as reminders of the value of striking a balance between learning and free time as well as the necessity of avoiding the temptation of mindless entertainment. Both Brave New World and Amusing Ourselves to Death call our attention to these problems, making us think critically about our own culture and the potential consequences of choosing light entertainment for deeper, worthwhile activities.

PR: Dystopian Societies

I recently finished reading Huxley’s Brave New World and Postman’s Amusing Ourselves to Death. Upon completing both, I had the overwhelming feeling that people today do not discuss these issues much and that more should be said about the problems they presented.

Huxley’s novel painted a dystopian world that sounded uncomfortably realistic; humans were now systemically conditioned through technology, bred to pursue the extreme delight of pleasure and promote consumerism. Such ideals made me think, “What if that happened in real life? It would probably be a disaster.” (After thinking about it for a while, I realized that it really wasn’t that far from reality). The plot was intriguing, but the cruel and confusing social engineering coupled with the lack of personal responsibility was uncomfortable and, at times, a little more than shocking. The idea of having artificially generated human beings, gestated in laboratory tubes, with assigned functions and without a normal birth, sounded terribly dystopian, but not impossible.

Postman’s book, โ€œAmusing Yourself to Death,โ€ was a strong critique of the influence of television on society. What the author said about the trivialization of data and the decline of critical thinking made me stop and analyze for a moment. The world we live in is not at all far from the world presented by Postman, there is quite a bit of superficial content, this and sensationalism seemed to rule the day. If I don’t like something about this, it is that when tragedies or controversial issues occur, the media works to create a smokescreen (using the resources mentioned previously) so that society downplays it. These books made me think about the possible implications of prioritizing entertainment instead of quality interaction and the consequences we can suffer if something is not done about it.

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๐™ฐ๐š•๐š๐š˜๐šž๐šœ ๐™ท๐šž๐šก๐š•๐šŽ๐šขโ€™๐šœ ๐š๐šž๐š๐šž๐š›๐š’๐šœ๐š๐š’๐šŒ ๐š™๐š˜๐š›๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐šข๐šŠ๐š• ๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š’๐šŽ๐š๐šข ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‹๐šข ๐šŽ๐š๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐šข ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐šŒ๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š๐š’๐šŒ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐™ฑ๐š›๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐™ฝ๐šŽ๐š  ๐š†๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐šŽ๐š•๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐™ฝ๐šŽ๐š’๐š• ๐™ฟ๐š˜๐šœ๐š๐š–๐šŠ๐š—’๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š›๐š’๐š๐š’๐šš๐šž๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐šข ๐šž๐š™๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šž๐š•๐š๐šž๐š›๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŸ๐š’๐šœ๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š๐šœ ๐š’๐š—๐šŠ๐š‹๐š’๐š•๐š’๐š๐šข ๐š๐š˜ ๐š™๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐šž๐šŠ๐š• ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š’๐š— ๐™ฐ๐š–๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐™พ๐šž๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐™ณ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š‘. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š•๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š—๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š”๐šœ ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™๐šŽ๐š› ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐š™๐š๐š‘๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐šž๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š•๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐š‹๐š’๐š•๐š’๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š•๐š’๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š‘ ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐š’๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š—๐šŽ๐š๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ. ๐™ฐ๐šœ ๐™ธ ๐šŽ๐šก๐š™๐š•๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šž๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š•๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š‘ ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š›๐šข ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š”๐šœ, ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š™๐š›๐š’๐š–๐šŠ๐š›๐šข ๐šš๐šž๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ๐š›๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ, โ€œ๐š๐š˜ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŽ๐šก๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š ๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐šž๐š๐š˜๐š™๐š’๐šŒ ๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐šข๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š™๐š’๐šŒ?โ€. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐š•๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—, ๐™ธ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š๐š—๐š’๐šฃ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š–๐šœ ๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐šŠ๐š’๐š— ๐š’๐š—๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š•๐šข ๐šœ๐šž๐š‹๐š“๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŽ๐šก๐šŽ๐š–๐š™๐š•๐š’๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐šข ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š‘ ๐š—๐šŠ๐š›๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ.

๐™ฐ ๐™ฑ๐š›๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐™ฝ๐šŽ๐š  ๐š†๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐š ๐š™๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šŠ ๐šž๐š๐š˜๐š™๐š’๐šŒ ๐šœ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š’๐šŽ๐š๐šข ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š’๐š— ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šก๐šž๐šŠ๐š• ๐š•๐š’๐š‹๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐š’๐š๐šž๐šŠ๐š• ๐šŽ๐šก๐š™๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐šŽ๐š ๐šœ๐š’๐š–๐šž๐š•๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐šŽ๐š˜๐šž๐šœ๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š’๐šŽ๐š๐šข ๐šœ๐šž๐š™๐š™๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐šž๐š’๐š—๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šž๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š—๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐šœ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šž๐š๐š˜๐š™๐š’๐šŒ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐šข๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š™๐š’๐šŒ ๐š๐šž๐šŠ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐š. ๐š‚๐š’๐š–๐š’๐š•๐šŠ๐š›๐š•๐šข, ๐š’๐š— ๐™ฐ๐š–๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐™พ๐šž๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐™ณ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š‘, ๐™ฟ๐š˜๐šœ๐š๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐šŒ๐š›๐š’๐š‹๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š’๐šŽ๐š๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š’๐šœ ๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š™๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐šž๐šŠ๐š• ๐š๐š’๐šœ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š๐šž๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šž๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐š’๐šŠ๐š• ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šž๐š›๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š–๐š˜๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š— ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŸ๐š’๐šœ๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐šข๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š•๐šข ๐š—๐šŽ๐š๐š•๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŸ๐šŠ๐š›๐š’๐š˜๐šž๐šœ ๐šŸ๐šŠ๐š•๐šž๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š—๐š˜๐š•๐š˜๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š• ๐šŠ๐š๐šŸ๐šŠ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š— ๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šœ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š’๐šŽ๐š๐šข. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š”๐šœ ๐š™๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š• ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐šž๐š๐šž๐š›๐š’๐šœ๐š๐š’๐šŒ ๐šž๐š๐š˜๐š™๐š’๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐šข๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š™๐š’๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŽ๐š–๐š™๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ๐š’๐šฃ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šž๐š•๐š๐š’๐š™๐š•๐š’๐šŒ๐š’๐š๐šข ๐š˜๐š ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š—๐šŠ๐š›๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š”๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐šž๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐šž๐š๐š˜๐š™๐š’๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐šข๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š™๐š’๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š’๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š—๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š› ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š’๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š๐š•๐šž๐šŒ๐š๐šž๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐š™๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐š’๐š๐šž๐šŠ๐š•’๐šœ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š™๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š’๐šŽ๐š๐šŠ๐š• ๐šŸ๐šŠ๐š•๐šž๐šŽ๐šœ. ๐™ธ๐š ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š’๐šŽ๐š๐šข ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐š•๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐šœ ๐šž๐š๐š˜๐š™๐š’๐šŠ, ๐š’๐š ๐š’๐š—๐šŽ๐šŸ๐š’๐š๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šข ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š– ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐š’๐š๐šž๐šŠ๐š•’๐šœ ๐š๐šข๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š™๐š’๐šŠ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŸ๐š’๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐šŠ. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š’๐šฃ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐š ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šž๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š‘ ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š›๐šข ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š”๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š™๐š™๐š›๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š’๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š™๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐š๐šข๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š™๐š’๐šŠ๐š— ๐š˜๐š› ๐šž๐š๐š˜๐š™๐š’๐šŠ๐š— ๐šœ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š’๐šŽ๐š๐šข.

Personal Response: “Brave New World” and “Amusing ourselves to Death”

Postman saw a connection with Huxleyโ€™s novel and so do I. Huxelโ€™s novel Barve new world talk about a future of humanities where people are divided into Alphas, Betas, Deltas, and gamma. Alphas being the best which are on the top of the chain and gammas on the bottom, the worst. In this fictional world, if a person feels sadness or some other emotion that is not happiness, then they will take some Soma. A drug that doesnโ€™t have any second effect. Postmanโ€™s essay Amusing us to death talks about todayโ€™s society that all things are made so that it is amusing.

The connection is the television and the soma. If weโ€™re not happy or we donโ€™t feel well, we watch television and in Brave new world say take the Soma. Even Postman says it “Television is the soma of Aldous Huxley’s Barve New World” (p. 111).

PR: 3# – Fish in a Bowl

 

When reading the book Brave New World written by Aldous Huxley and the book Amusing ourselves to Death by Neil postman, it raised the question for me: Is anything in the book we see as happiness, is that even real happiness or is it just something they were told to be by soma or television. Is constant amusement and happiness a good things, or is all this irrelevant happiness provided in these books eventually going to degrade us into shells of what we used to be and projections of what we want to be. I made a similar conclusion while in a heated debate a had with a classmate a few year ago. We were arguing about just this: infinite happiness. They argued that if we were happy all the time then all of our problems would be solved and there would be peace and agreement among everyone. Then I said something that very much relates to what both books are expressing. I said “Happiness all the time is the equivalent of not feeling anything at all: you might as well be a fish in a fish bowl!” What I had mean by saying this is that If you don’t feel any thing and are happy all the time, what is to become of you? without ambition, anger or pain to push you forward you might as well sit is a fish bowl, observing every eye-catching thing that amuses you.

In Brave new world this is exactly the case where there is an abundance of unconditional happiness in the for of soma. There was no more diseases or sadness because there was now no need for it with soma. But at the same time, with happiness being the only thing the characters in Brave New World felt, they had no anger or sadness in them to realize any of the oppression and control they were under. It was as Postman said when comparing Aldous Huxley’s Brave new world: “Huxley feared what we love will ruin us” (Postman N. Amusing Ourselves to Death). The people in Brave New World were literally hypnotised into doing what the government and the Controller wanted them to do and rewarded them with soma and feelies. This is eerily similar to how you give a pet a treat after completing a trick despite having kidnapped them, imprisoned them and control their lives. Despite this they love you, like the people is Brave New World “would come to love their oppression and adore the technologies that undo their capacities to think” – (Postman N. Amusing Ourselves to Death).

In Neil Postman’s Amusing Ourselves to Deathย this is also the case when Postman describes his worries that the age of showmanship and television poses to the people of today. He described how the television and the age of showmanship is slowly rotating people’s beliefs to rather than trust the most trust worthy product, but the product with the prettiest people and the most amusing jingles. As Neil Postman described his concerns

“Although the constitution makes no mention of it, it would appear that fat people are now effectively excluded from running for high political office. Probably bald people as well. Almost certainly those whose looks are not significantly enhanced by the cosmetician’s art. Indeed we may have reached the point where cosmetics have replaced ideology in the field of expertise”

– Postman’s Amusing ourselves to death (p. 4)

Now people, much like brave new world are being conditioned to trust these smiling faces built on empty promises to lead a country. Much like Aldous Huxley’sย Brave new world we are coming love their oppression and adore the technologies that undo our capacities to think.

Now as I look back at these two books do I realise how much they mirror the world we like in today. How kids in class today need constant in class entertainment or else they clock out. How politics showcased on the news is only ever about trivial high-stake things. And how even religions that are supposed to be full of sacrifice and honour have now accommodated to the media to become something its not. How everything we see is now a sea of irrelevance and we a fish in a bowl, watching it for our amusnment.

 

 

 

 

 

Personal Response – Technological Dystopias

โ€œBut I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness, I want sin.โ€

โ€œIn fact,โ€ said Mustapha Mond, โ€œyou’re claiming the right to be unhappy.โ€

โ€œAll right, then,โ€ said the Savage defiantly, โ€œIโ€™m claiming the right to be unhappy.โ€

โ€œNot to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat; the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind.โ€

There was a long silence.

‘I claim them all,’ said the Savage at last.

-Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (p. 211)

 

Of all the perceptions relating to technology and the removal of individual thought in Aldous Huxleyโ€™s Brave New World and Amusing Ourselves to Death by Neil Postman, what stuck most in my mind were those relating to true happiness in the Brave New World, and how soma fits into our own modern, technological world.

Reading in class was actually the second time Iโ€™ve read the first book, and while I was able to grasp concepts and ideas much clearer, the same concept stood out to me:ย  happiness and what it meant in the Brave New World, where everyone is happy, but no one knows the true meaning of unhappiness. I couldnโ€™t help but think in circles. What would I choose to do with my life if I had the choice of the Brave New World, fully conditioned, or a life elsewhere? Certainly, life in the Brave New World would be joyful, but I would be robbed of all the consciousness which gave me the ability to comprehend what that meant or why it was at all significant. For I see true happiness as a happiness which you feel that you donโ€™t deserve; happiness which you have to relish because you know that it can slip away and that not everyone can enjoy it. In the Brave New World where happiness is regular and a constant part of life, it would never be anything out of the ordinary โ€“ never anything to enjoy and hold on to. In normal life, my troubles could be lacking the comforts of the Brave New World; in the Brave New World, I would be oblivious, never knowing what I was missing.

The next thing which stood out to me was soma, and its connections to social media and technology in our culture. This was pointed out several times during Amusing Ourselves to Death, but Postmanโ€™s argument lacked the strength with which it could have had written today. One of the disparities which stood out to me most was where Postman writes about how the pace of television, and also how we โ€œexpect books and even other media (such as film) to maintain a consistency of contentโ€ฆ we have no such expectation of televisionโ€ (p. 104). While this is certainly true, in todayโ€™s world our pace and continuity of content have sped up and decreased even more. With sites such as YouTube and TikTok, where you need absolutely no context for what you watch, where videos may be seconds long and they can be passed by the instant that we cease to be interested by their content โ€“ perhaps because we find the speaker unattractive and uninteresting – Postmanโ€™s arguments can be seen in a more potent modern form.

It reminds me of a quote in the Netflix documentary โ€œThe Social Dilemma:โ€ We’re training and conditioning a whole new generation of people that when we are uncomfortable or lonely or uncertain or afraid, we have a digital pacifier for ourselves, which is atrophying our own ability to deal with that.โ€ Just like the soma in Brave New World, social media is becoming increasingly normalized as a way to block out the world when we are anxious, troubled, or upset โ€“ leaving us unable to deal with our emotions.

A key distinction which can be made is that the โ€œOrwellianโ€ world is tyrannized by an extreme ideological group, while the in the โ€œHuxleyian,โ€ it is controlled by technology (Postman, p.155). The question is whether that world is a utopia or a dystopia – if everyone is constantly happy, would happiness cease to have any significance? In a world where technology becomes increasingly integral to our daily lives and AI abounds, it merits looking at. Many of our visions of the future contain technology, and it is depicted negatively and positively. It reminds me of movies such as the Terminator series, where a computer intelligence attempts to take over by force, and the fears that some people have of artificial intelligence as a result. However, upon reflection it seems that the smarter option would be to gain control from the inside: corrupting our culture and discourse through technology, bit by bit, until no one would be alarmed or even conscious of what was happening. As Postman writes, it is not necessary to conceal anything uninteresting from a culture which is used to contradictions and diversions (p.111) โ€“ they have no interest.

Amusing OurSelf To Death and Brave New World – Personal Response

In “Amusing Ourselves to Death” by Neil Postman, the author reviews and correlates his ideas to the concept provided by Aldous Huxley in “Brave New World”. Melville contends with Huxley’s future depicted in “Brave New World” where there is an infinite consumption of goods and instant gratification that is more relevant to society than in 1984 by George Orwell. Postman, however, like Huxley, thinks so, according to the depiction of the world as nearly full of entertainment and instant satisfaction. He believes that his words are similar to what we are living now. He expresses his worry that our obsession with entertainment and the distribution of information through media can result in forgetting to be able to use critical thinking and hold deeply meaningful conversations.

“Amusing Ourselves to Death” shows that Postman knew that it was necessary to have a sort of self-awareness and evaluate the media that we see which can be distractive rather than a blind trust. He thinks that if we just get our acts right on the issue by recognizing the dangers of Huxleyโ€™s utopia and taking part in the concerts held in our communities then we would have a world which goes beyond just the smooth way.

Personal Response: “Brave New World” and “Amusing Ourselves to Death”

Author Neil Postman from โ€œAmusing Ourselves to Deathโ€ portrayed the conclusion that a โ€œBrave New Worldโ€ dystopian future was imminent. The dystopian novel โ€œBrave New Worldโ€, written by Aldous Huxley, reveals a scary window into the reality of our own world. The novel depicts a world where technological advances have solved all of societyโ€™s problems, at the cost of humanity. Once you begin to accept the unnerving connections between this fictional world and our own, it explains our culture’s risk of disintegration. Huxley warns that too much technology while bringing comfort, could obscure beauty and truth. Our society has unconsciously fallen victim to an ideology defined by entertainment technology. Postmanโ€™s novel warns society of the dangers of mass media, and passivity, and how even an intelligent nation, like our own, can and will undoubtedly choose dictatorship over freedom. Enough evidence is available in our everyday lives, demonstrating what technology can undo in a culture. Huxleyโ€™s predictions are being fulfilled. With our full embrace of television, weโ€™ve unconsciously undertaken an experiment in giving ourselves over to the distractions of technology. Television imposes a way of life in which we find comfort and reassurance. Itโ€™s launched a cultural revolution without discussion or resistance. As many probably know, an individual holds an infinite appetite for distractions, as we, similar to the society of โ€œA Brave New Worldโ€ are people controlled by seeking and inflicting pleasure. In the end, becoming victims of what Huxley feared: what we love will ruin us.

Postman compares modern society to the past, demonstrating that technology is becoming a distraction. Entertainment is arrogating our lives and making them more meaningless as we are provided with the illusion of knowing, but in reality, are facing the deprivation of autonomy, maturity, and history. Entertainment isnโ€™t bad, but a model of life in which individuals have a right to be always entertained doesnโ€™t appear to be a promising one. Postman offers the following perspectives on how to fight against the imprisonment of technology. Firstly, you direct the attack to only the people who are willing to listen to the complexity, but those arenโ€™t the people enslaved by entertainment anyway. Your second option would be to find some way to make entertainment entertaining, in which you have been captured by the very thing youโ€™re fighting against. As these options reveal no immediate escape from entertainment our world is slowly shifting into one mimicking that of โ€œA Brave New Worldโ€. Huxley feared that those who would give us so much information, referring to television, would lead to a society reduced to passivity and egoism. The truth would be drowned in a sea of irrelevance as we became a trivial culture, forced to surrender culture to technology, mimicking the structure of the society in โ€œA Brave New Worldโ€. Our modern struggle is to reclaim our individuality and awaken ourselves to the dangers of distraction and apathy.

Personal Response – Brave New World and Amusing Ourselves to Death

Aldous Huxley’s novel, Brave New World, illustrates a utopian setting that calls for reflection and inquiry. In a future society with an abundance of technology, hypnopaedia, and the pursuit of trivial pleasure, active individual thought is relegated to the sidelines, leading to what I consider a superficial and inhumane concept of reality. Huxley’s use of imagery, descriptive language, and tone allowed me to be captured by the story and characters while also finding a deeper meaning within his words. The mass entertainment and representation of drugs through soma served as tools to pacify and dehumanize society; this is not far from the modern reality we live in and a fair estimate on Huxley’s behalf of what future generations would become. In today’s world, where entertainment through television and social media advances rapidly and shapes public discourse, Huxley’s warning within the pages was clear to me: letting technology surpass depth and critical thought in importance goes against the humanitarian imperative and is a dereliction of (what some would call) human duty. Pursuing a society similar to the vision Huxley created seems dangerous, and somewhat stupid, to me after finishing the novel, which shows the impact of his narrative. In connection with Brave New World, Postman’s essay length novel, Amusing Ourselves to Death, follows a similar theme of a society that sacrifices depth of individuality for immediate pleasure and amusement.

Postman, in Amusing Ourselves to Death,ย argues that television, and by extension, most visual media, shapes public thought and contributes to a decline in society’s ability to engage in meaningful discourse. He procures the idea that, with the shift from a print-based culture to an image-based culture, “[Americans] do not exchange ideas, they exchange images,” (Postman, N. 2010). This was the concept that stuck with me, as I feel I have experienced the transitional period between both realities. As a child, my main source of education was through literature and children’s books, and it was not until I was four or five that I started to become interested in television. Nowadays, it is harder to escape social media, television, and the internet; they surround everyone, everyday. Postman explores the connection between Brave New World and the world he saw years ago, and now more than ever his assertions seem relevant to me. The idea that technological advancements, entertainment, and instant-gratification are the components that society is actively seeking, whether consciously or subconsciously, alter my thinking in regard to media. It encourages me to participate in deeper discourse on the topics that surround my everyday life, and grow to understand the true affects and subtle subjugation of individual thought.

Personal Response to Brave New World and Amusing Ourselves to Death

In contrast, Postman’s work delves into the detrimental effects of the media-saturated culture, arguing that our addiction to entertainment and instant gratification has eroded critical thinking and meaningful discourse. While both works explore the manipulation of mass media and its impact on society, they diverge in their approaches: Huxley warns of a future where technology subjugates humanity to a superficial existence, while Postman laments the degradation of intellectual engagement amidst the onslaught of trivial information.

Despite their differing contexts and perspectives, Brave New World and Amusing Ourselves to Death have a similar concern for the loss of human connection and communication between the society. Both Huxley and Postman had warning people the happiness on mental might cause degradation of values and a loss of individual agency.

Personal Response: “Amusing Ourselves to Death” & “Brave New World”

Amusing Ourselves to Death and Brave New World talk and address the same topic, the impact that technology has on society. In Brave New World, Huxley belief that technology controls society. His ideology is that technology makes life easier for us by controlling everything around us, even our emotions, feelings, and thoughts. He introduces to us a world that doesnโ€™t think or worry about anything. A world whereย  the controllersย  dictate each individual’s beliefs, thoughts, and lives. Using laugher and a happy world to take our worries and problems away leading us to an invisible jail. Characters such as Bernard or Helmholtz that are in discomfort with a happily ever after world and want a different world, shows the author’s critics to this utopia.

Postman on the other hand, on Amusing Ourselves to Death exposes his argument about technology specifically television, that all of them comes with a package. He worries about how television teaches us. Changing drastically how we entertain, learn, socialize, and communicate between us. Postman writes a book long essay to inform us about his concern where entertainment becomes the major focus in society. The New Age, where the important information are trivial questions; people in charge are Hollywood celebrities, and no one takes for serious any kind of important matter. Both of this books had an influential perspective on the way I see life. At the end, technology always comes with a package deal, good or bad for our society.ย  Even though these two authors thought about the same, they express it in a completely different effective way.

Personal Response – Postman and Huxley –

There are definitely connections between Neil Postman’s ” Amusing ourselves to Death” and Huxley’s novel “Brave New world.” Both works talk about the impact of technology and media on society, warning about the dangers of being consumed by entertainment and false information. Postman makes clean lines between Huxley’s vision of a society with pleasure and fun and the potential consequences of a society that makes amusement more important the critical thinking skills and. Both explore the positives, negatives, and concerns of technology in new forms and generations.

Additionally, both Postman and Huxley highlight the effects culture driven by the “instant gratification effect”. And the constant pursuit of pleasure. They make a clear argument for a world where meaningful communication and and genuine human relations are considered unnecessary.

 

Personal Response – “Amusing Ourselves to Death” & “Brave New World”

To reflect on the question “Is Postman’s argument relevant in the internet age?”, I feel it is even more relevant. The assertions he wrote about to which I found most relating to today’s internet is the attention span we are limited to and that everything on TV is created as entertainment. The attention spans that entertainment companies have to tend to when creating the guidelines of entertainment has not changed. For example, Tik Tok is an application that allows endless scrolling of videos with an average length of 34 seconds. This is similar to the argument Postman made in saying that television shows and advertisements have windows of 7-8 seconds to display a particular image or depiction before the camera switches angles. Anything longer and your viewer’s attention is lost. It scares me to know that our ability to change the channel or swipe to the next video is extremely and effortlessly easy. This makes me wonder what we will never be able to focus on in the future. The second assertion I found relevant was the argument that everything put on a screen is made for our entertainment. A comment that made me chuckle and immediately think of this book is when I judged my sister in saying “that’s entertaining for you?” when I saw her watching someone play with slime on YouTube. After thinking about this for a while, I realized that someone could say the same for me. And that someone could have the same thing said for them about what they choose to watch as entertainment. For me, I am genuinely entertained watching someone do their morning makeup and talking about an argument they had with a friend. Who is this women? Why do I care to spend my time watching her? These are questions I raised to myself after thinking about his assertion that anything can be used and everything is used, as entertainment. It also reminded me about how breaking the spell can minimally mean questioning our environments. These ideas provoke the thought that nothing we watch can be put under a different category of entertainment. Everything to do with TV or social apps is of the same value, stupidity, and extent of wasted precious time.

I believe that Postman’s critique of society in 1985 lines up with Huxley’s critique of society in the 1930s through their cooperating ideas of somaย and the dramatic change in our understanding of relevance and applicability towards entertainment. I found a connection between Postman’s essay and Huxley’s novel in their formulation of describing how we deal with sadness or stress. In Brave New World the characters take a medicinal “soma” that has been made to immediately take away the emotional and physical effects of unpleasant human emotions. In Amusing Ourselves to Death,ย he describes our numbing of unpleasant emotions as watching TV. It has occured to me as a result of reading this book that when we feel something, or encounter something we don’t know how to deal with, we find comfort in distracting our brains with television. It is interesting to me that both Huxley and Postman comment on how society attempts to make uncomfortable feelings disappear. Well, disappear for long enough to forget about them. The second critique I correlated between the two was that everything we are presented is for the sole purpose of amusement and therefore leads to a lack in our emotional reactions. It is evident that Postman attempts to explain the different instances where serious matters become entertainment. These instances being religion, education, and politics. One of his example is that a person can watch the news on a massacre somewhere in the world and still sleep silently that night. His point led here is that by putting events and information on TV, it degrades the value and emotional response it should spark. From this, I have come to realize that this is similar to in BNW where Huxley writes about how the citizens laugh at any play put on for them. Whether the plot is a tragedy or comedy. In my opinion this connection can be related into our futures as, curiosity did not kill the cat, oblivion did.

PR – connection between Huxley and Postman

In assaying Aldous Huxley’s” Brave New World” and Neil Postman’s” Entertaining Ourselves to Death,” it’s apparent how both authors give study-provoking examples of their separate societies. Huxley’s depiction of a dystopian world emphasizes the dominance of pleasure and superficial happiness, achieved through exertion and the repression of individuality and critical thinking. On the other hand, Postman delves into the mischievous impact of mass media and entertainment, arguing that our society’s obsession with recreation results in the trivialization of significant matters and a decline in our capability to engage in meaningful conversations.ย  ย 

Although these authors explore different aspects of societal control and manipulation, there are inarguable parallels between them. Postman himself draws connections, pressing the resemblance between our ultramodern world and Huxley’s dystopia, where we’re constantly bombarded with distractions that desensitize us to the realities of our actuality. Both authors advise against the threats of an unresistant population, whether it’s through mindlessly consuming entertainment or accepting a destined pleasure-focused actuality. As readers, we’re encouraged to contemplate how our society reflects the themes presented in these books and consider the consequences for our future.

 

Jose Tostado Personal Response to both Brave New World and Amusing Ourselves to Death.

In my opinion, I see a very important connection between Postman’s ideas and Huxley’s novel. In “Amusing Ourselves to Death,” Postman criticizes television’s negative effects on public discourse and intellectual engagement. He argues that the change from a print culture to a visual culture, driven mainly by television, has led to a society more focused on entertainment than on debates which should be discussed or taken of greater importance. Similarly, Huxley’s “Brave New World” explores an imaginary or fantasy future where advanced technology and entertainment lead to a passive, dehumanized society. In both works, there is a shared concern about the possible loss of critical thinking and the importance of communication and individuality in the face of technological and entertainment influences.

Both Postman and Huxley warn of a future in which the endless pursuit of pleasure and saturation of distractions could lead to a society with a huge lack of deep reflection and meaningful connections. The differences between Postman and Huxley are that Postman speaks or interprets history at the end of the 20th century and Huxley’s vision of a pleasure-driven and controlled society in the future highlights the importance of his ideas about the potential dangers of technological progress. which today is advancing faster and faster.

Brave New World and Amusing Ourselves to Death

In the exploration if utopias and dystopias we find two books that are so different but at the same time they are very similar, “Amusing Ourselves to Death” by Neil Postman and “Brave New World” by Aldous Huxley are two powerful critiques of modern society. I find a connection between the two books because they both provide critiques about the dangers of technology in today’s society.

The differences they have is that Brave New World is centered in a modern full of technology dystopia where everything is given by pleasure. Technology on this book is so advanced that progress leads to a dehumanized society. Which leads to a pursuit of pleasure and gratification, facilitated by technology, that has as a result the loss of individuality and meaningful human connections. On the other hand, Amusing Ourselves to death is a critique about how television has change our society nowadays, affection our influence of visual media and our public discourse. These 2 books reflect on our present reality were the influence of technology is a challenge to our society.

 

Brave New World & Amusing Ourselves to Death

In both Brave New World by Aldous Huxley and Amusing Ourselves to Death by Neil Postman, the authors critique how technology and entertainment affect society. Huxley shows a future where pleasure and technology make life shallow. Postman warns that too much entertainment and trivial information can harm critical thinking. Both of the books remind us to think about how we use technology and media in our lives.

I think that the books have connections with our reality in different ways, in Huxley’s world they are based on pleasure, now a days we want to do everything as simpler and faster as we can, the less we think the better, we base our decisions on temporal pressure or satisfaction. In Postman’s book, we can relate on how TV and phones have affected our ways of learning, we can’t focus on things that are “boring” because we are used to the instant pleasure of scrolling and having all the information we want when we want. Both books have the same purpose just with different ways of developing it.

PR Amusing Ourselves to Death and Brave New World

“Amusing Ourselves to Death” and “Brave New World” are two different but at the same time not so different books. Both books talk about controlling people in different ways. While in Amusing Ourselves to Death they control people by inflicting pain, in Brave New World they control them by inflicting pleasure. The Brave New World society is principally characterized by using technology to keep people happy and for them not to worry about anything. The society is fully governed by the government of this world and they control every aspect of every persons life. The government maintains the stability of the society trough hypnopedia, suspension of emotions, and the promotion of consumerism. Huxley wants to basically transmit through this book that life is easier if technology takes care of us by controlling everything we do, think, or even feel.

In Amusing Ourselves to Death, Postman describes the impact that television has had on public discourse, culture and the society back in 1985. He argues that television through entertainment and visual simulation has completely ended with the society critical thinking. While in Brave New World, Aldous says that in a future technology will be used to supress and control peoples disobedience, Postman says that technology or more specifically, television, can distract or even completely destroy people’s way of thinking. A clear connection between this two books is the way they express concern about the impact that technology has on society. Both authors based their works on the ways that technology, wether through conditioning, hypnopedia, in Brave New World or on the other hand, television, on Amusing ourselves to death can shape societal values, behaviors, and intellectual engagement in potentially detrimental ways.ย 

Brave New World and Amusing Ourselves to Death

Considering both the “Brave New World” and “Amusing Ourselves to Death,” I see obvious similarities between the impossible worlds represented in these two works. While Huxley’s novel shows a future society based on satisfaction and simple entertainment, Postman’s analysis highlights the dangers of a culture obsessed with unfocused joy and insignificance. Both stories are critical stories, alerting us about the dangers of giving in to the draw of immediate joy and distraction.

In “Brave New World,” Huxley paints a relaxing picture of a world where individuality is ignored in for in line and excess. Citizens in this society are kept pacified by a constant watch of superficial benefits, making them passive and compliant. Similarly, Postman’s analysis of contemporary culture in “Amusing Ourselves to Death” shows how the growth of media for entertainment has resulted in a society that is more preoccupied with enjoyment than with serious participation and critical thinking. The similarities between these two works are obvious, serving as an alarming reminder of the dangers when we give up control of our minds to the draw of small distractions. As we navigate an increasingly captured and entertainment-saturated world, it becomes critical to pay attention to warnings of these creative works and look for a balance of joy and learning.

Personal Response to both Brave New World and Amusing Ourselves to Death

“Brave New World” by Aldous Huxley and “Amusing Ourselves to Death” by Neil Postman are both powerful critiques of modern society, especially how technology and entertainment affect our lives and the way society works. In Huxley’s dystopian world, pleasure and distraction are the most important things. Postman’s analysis, on the other hand, looks at how too much meaningless information from sources like TV makes it harder for us to think critically about the world around us. Even though they are set in very different times and places, both works have a lot to do with how hard it is for people today to find a balance between technological progress and keeping meaningful human connections and intellectual engagement.

In fact, Postman’s claim that “Brave New World” has something to do with the present is very moving. There are a lot of similarities between Huxley’s made-up society, where people are constantly entertained, and our own, where a lot of digital distractions keep people from having serious conversations. Both works warn us about the risks of being lazy and uninterested in technological progress. They also remind us how important it is to keep our independence, critical thinking skills, and ability to connect with others in a world full of distractions. Therefore, reading these texts makes us think deeply about the direction our society is going and the values we hold most dear as we shape our shared future.

PW#5 Thailand

Over the winter break, I went on a three-week trip to Thailand where I got to learn about the culture and participate in activities I never imagined. One of those activities was going to see elephants and being about to feed and brush them. This was an amazing experience, it’s something I never thought would happen. I got to learn all about elephants how they eat how they live and so much more! Over the three weeks, I travelled all over Thailand, I first stayed out in Chang Mai for 1 night and early morning we took a road trip to Pai which was amazing I loved Pai it was more of the countryside of Thailand and it was so pretty. We went to Chang Dao, Phuket, Koh Samui and Phi Phi Island. my favourite place out of the whole trip was Koh Samui Pig Island. Pig Island is a small island owned by a couple where around 50 pigs roam including babies! there were also about 25 puppies that were so cute you could just pick them up and snuggle with them. The beaches in Thailand were unimaginable whenever we were at the resort I was always at the beach snorkelling, sun tanning, or reading I never wanted to leave. I loved the clear blue water and all the tropical fish you could see. My grandpa, my stepdad and I went on a private fishing tour and I caught a pink fish! I was so overjoyed, I’ve never seen such a pretty fish it looked unreal. I loved the night markets it was such an experience ti see the culture, to see all the different types of jewelry, fashion and the amazing food! everyone in the markets would sent up their station in the middle of the day and would sell their stuff from 6 pm -around 3 am. The people there were seriously the sweetest always smiling at you saying เธชเธงเธฑเธชเธ”เธต which means hello. I’m so beyond grateful I got to have such an experience!

IRJE #4

The book I’ve just finished reading was Heart Bone by Colleen Hoover, it’sย a novel about a young woman named Beyah who spends a summer with her estranged father at his beach house. There, she meets Samson, and the two of them develop a strong bond as they navigate their complicated pasts. The novel is a heartwarming story about love, family, and redemption.

โ€œItโ€™s weird how your whole life can completely change in the hours between waking up and going to bed.โ€

This quote stood out to me as it’s so important to live in the now and always be grateful and express that in the moment as you never know what could happen. This quote represents Beyah’s mom dying from an overdose and her having to move to her dad’s house whom she barely knew. something I’ve always stood by was saying I love you to the people I care about every night and never going to bed mad or in a fight with someone I cared about as you never know what could happen.

Personal writing – Baking

Baking is something I’ve always loved doing since I was little. Ever since I first stepped into the kitchen, I’ve been hooked on experimenting with different recipes and things by immersing myself in the world of baking different things. It’s become a significant part of my routine, measuring ingredients, looking up different recipes, and trying out new ways to bake and cook.

I remember when the quarantine started I started to bake lots of things by myself and with my sister and it was a good hobby when I wanted to do something entertaining.

 

Personal Writing #5

In my personal response writing I will talk about ice skating.

When you glide on the ice, it’s like if you were flying. You’re in your own world, and it’s just you, the ice, and the music. It feels so free! And the way you can do all those spins and jumps with a lot of elegance and precision, it’s seriously impressive.

Now we should talk about the outfits because they’re amazing. They’re always so beautiful and sparkly. It’s like you’re a princess on ice. But, it’s not just about the glitter and glam. Ice skating takes a lot of hard work and dedication. You have to be strong, both physically and mentally. Falling is part of the process, but you just have to pick yourself up and keep going. It’s also a great way to hang out with friends. Whether you’re just skating around for fun or practicing for a competition, it’s always more fun when you’re with your friends.

Memories – PW #5

In a small, bustling city, far from the rolling hills of her childhood, lived a girl named Amara. With each passing day, she yearned for the familiar sights and sounds of her old home, the scent of her mother’s cooking, and the cozy warmth of her bed. Memories of laughter-filled evenings and the comfort of her family’s presence haunted her. But as the seasons changed, so did Amara. With resilience in her heart and determination in her eyes, she embarked on a journey to create a new home, carrying the love and cherished memories of her past as she embraced the unknown.

PW#5 -Love

This feeling that I had never had before, crying for a girl just before bed. Friends’ helping us to be together.

Recently, I had a new understanding of love. It’s not from my family but I enjoy it so much with this girl which I had barely talked with, has become one of the most important people of my life. I had never stayed up so late just to chat with a girl, I had never been with my friends only talking about her, I had never cried for a girl, I had never confessed to a girl. When everything seemed impossible I did it. This girl that I treasured is now who I adore.

I adore this girl and I don’t really care about how people think of us, we just need to be who we are and be with each other and we’re happy enough to live.ย  I know that it might seem weird or bad to be in love when you are in school but because of her cleverness she helped me improved, as we would study together talk about everything together, knowing how each other’s day went. And I enjoy it A LOT. Even though it’s the first time for the both of us, we enjoy it and love each other.

PW #5 – Cold to Me

As a Canadien people often make jokes about “us” being used to the cold, and that we go snow diving in our ginch. Zoomed in from “Canadien” to “Metchosonite” I have never experienced a “true cold winter” compared to other provinces in Canada. The coldest winter I’v experienced is maybe -6 or -7 (with windchill), that is until this winter. With Arctic outflow it’s gone as low as -19/20 (with windchill), and I’m freezing.

Don’t judge a book by its cover. Don’t judge a Canadien by their province.

IRJE #4 “It Starts With Us”

The most recent book I read was “It Starts With Us” by Coleen Hoover. It is the prequel to “It Ends With Us”, the fiction series is about navigating domestic violence and relationships surrounded by it.

Words don’t come with gift receipts and you can’t take them back.

This quotes really speaks to me because, as many kids are told, I have always been told by my parents: “Think about what your going to say, before you say it. Your words can either be hurtful or helpful”. I have carried this advice with me for almost 16 years and I continue to use it daily. This is because both these quotes are extremely true. Words are one of the biggest impacts on modern day society and have been since the beginning of time, this is why I believe everyone should think about what they are saying, before it leaves their mouth.

PW #5 Mexico in a poem

In Mexico’s embrace, the sun’s fiery kiss,

Desert landscapes echo tales of bliss.

Ancient pyramids rise with silent might,

Whispers of history dance in the night.

Mariachi melodies, guitars strummed with glee,

Vibrant colors adorn each jubilant spree.

From Chiapas to Chihuahua, a diverse song,

Mountains and beaches where dreams belong.

Tequila sunsets paint the western sky,

A symphony of cultures, a nation’s lullaby.

PW #5: Lethally in Love – A colder shiver

Persephone was only going to be out of the underworld for a few days as a gift from hades so she could see her friends and family. Cyane rolled her eyes as she shivered at the thought. Who was Hades to think he could grant her such trivial freedom as if she were a dog on a leash? And to a powerful goddess no less!? Someone who could take care of herself better than anyone Cyane knew. Her cheeks grew red at the thought of Persephone. NO! Cyane shook the thought of her out of her head as if she believed she would never think of her again. Never again. No one would ever treat her like that again. Again she shivered with emotion, goose bumps spreading along her arms and legs. Ironically the sudden appearance of Persephone had left her feeling colder among the summer waves of the sun. But regardless she didn’t intend on running into Persephone again while she was still in the overworld. I don’t think she could handle another encounter with Persephone. She thought as she wandered on the riverbank. The moss on the floor was cool on her feet and the shade felt lighter on her skin, almost like a shield from the gods where they couldn’t see her cry.ย She decided to take a break from her walk in a pothole of the river, shaded by the long oak trees. The cold shock of the water slowly enveloping her hair and body as her long hair became lighter in the water. The water felt surprisingly colder than her usually spot of warm sunlit water. At least no one would be here to bother her.

After a moment Cyane began hear the faint whisper of voices in the distance, masked by the low rush of the river. Well that was the end of her peace and quiet. But despite her annoyance at the untimely interruption, her curiosity drew her closer to the rising voices. As Cyane swam closer, keeping her head close to the water as she quietly swam her way through the water to get a closer look. Suddenly a stroke of huge black wings behind the foliage of the forest floor took her attention. “Your promised time is upย Princessย Its time for you to return or so help me i will resort to other methods!” A strained deep voice whispered harshly. “Leave me be” another voice whispered louder, her voice slightly clamored by the rush or the river. “I promise I will return but I really must let my mother know I am fine so let me g-“. “NO” the deep voice interjected louder “I told you yesterday that today was the last day so there can be no more delays” he said in a quieter voice. There was a notable silence that made Cyane uncomfortable. Did they leave? Was that person okay? Her curiosity grew only to be interrupted by a quiet yell. “no”. “WHAT DID YOU SAY” The deeper voice erupted as another flare of black wings sent the birds above flying. “I said NO!!” the other voice shot back “I am your queen now you must treat me as so!”. The deeper voice cackle loudly, a rude sound to hear. “Listenย princessย you may be his ‘queen’ but your sweet ass can forget about ever having a shred my respect”. Cyane’s drama driven brain was so caught out in the dialogue. Who were these people?! Even the way they spoke made her think these voices weren’t even mortals. Maybe they were some minor gods or goddesses. Or maybe a fellow nymph, however most river nymphs and dryads lived closer to Olympus do it was unl- “AUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH” Cyane screamed in pain. She was bitten! Cyane splasher around to find the villain who so viciously bit her finger. “Aughhhh you are So DEAD” She screamed at the water.

The voices became quiet and suddenly the only thing she could hear was the rush of the water. “Who was that?” The deeper voice slithered, reminding Cyane of Daphne. Okayย Cyane thoughtย What the hell.ย Not wanting to get sucked into the drama Cyane stayed quiet, lowering her head deeper into the water. Maybe if she didn’t attract attention as stayed quiet maybe they would overlook her. ” Whatever you’re coming with me NOW” the deep voice hissed. Oh no!ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย “WAIT!’ Cyane screamed, a different register of voice seeping into hers.ย What am I doing?ย Her arms pulled herself out of the cold water as her long hair stuck to her body heavily. As if automatically she slowly walked toward the voices her toes quietly making their way towards them. It was almost as if a surge of confidence and what felt like a subtle anger swept over her. As she turned around a tree to see the face to the wings, her hand traced over the bark of the tree. “Well well Thanatos you have some nerve to talk to a lady like that” the eerie voice slithered out of Cyane.

about me – PW #5

my name is Fernanda Pรฉrez . I am 15 years old and I am from Guadalajara Mexico.

Both of my parents are from Mexico, my dad is from Guadalajara, and my mom is from Culiacรกn. i have two little siblings, my brother Paulo, who is 14 years old, and my sister Carolina who is 12 years old. I also have a dog named Chuwi, he is a Labrador. I have lived most of my life in Guadalajara except from when I was 6 years old and move to Mexico city, i had a wonderful time there but after 4 years it was time to come back to Guadalajara.

I like to play soccer, hang out with my friends, go to parties, watch movies, and to eat delicious food! I also love to travel and to go to the beach.

 

 

P. W. #5: My Holidays

This holiday was extraordinary. From the first day I arrived, my two older sisters, and my parents received me at the airport at seven o’clock with so many balloons. I thought I was gonna fly like in the movie Up.

The next day, my dad organized a surprise party to welcome me. He brought a stand of tacos to the house and mariachis, it was a very pleasant surprise. That same night one of my best friends, Valeria, came into my house to bring me flowers, and we head out to a party, with both of my sisters, their boyfriends, which to be honest are like my brothers, and two of my closest friends, Vale and Vickychela. Vicky invited all of us to continue partying in another place with her, but it was late and we had to go back home.

On the 3rd day, I drove to Chapala, for family work, and Tlaquepaque for a posada, it was a really tiring day. On The 4th day Paola, another friend, came by surprise to say hi, and gave me a card and a Christmas present, I started to cry. I just considered myself so lucky to have such nice friends.

That week, I went to Tequila too! It was so fun to drive there, we arrived and ate something and went back to Guadalajara, and suddenly it was Christmas and Inesโ€™s birthday, all of us celebrated her so much! The next day one of my friends invited me and my whole family to ride horses, we ate at my favorite restaurant, and I saw my junior high school besties at Danyโ€™s birthday dinner.

On the last day in Guadalajara, my friends asked me what I wanted to do before I went back to Canada, so they took me to the zoo! All of a sudden 2023 was goneโ€ฆ and even though it was hard, I packed my things to go to Puerto Vallarta, where I would grab my plane to arrive here. We stayed there four days, where my parents only pampered me and made me feel so loved.

It was time to come back, even though I wasnโ€™t that excited. I said goodbye to my family and all of them started crying, magically I didn’t, but what I didnโ€™t know was, that once on the plane, when I was trying to grab some gum, I saw a cute pink notebook, with letters of my mom, dad and both of my sisters. I wouldn’t say this was my favorite Christmas, but this easily makes the top 10!

PW #5 – It’s Cold

I wrapped a scarf around my neck and swiftly pulled it tight to fit snugly. After struggling momentarily with putting on my gloves, I shoved a light blue hat with a giant pom-pom onto my head. I yelled a lazy farewell to my father as I shut our heavy wooden door; it closed with a loud squeak from the rusty, worn hinges. I walked down the small concrete pathway that led to the road. My snow boots crashed onto the layer of ice, trying to grip on with all their might. But alas, on my third step from the wooden front door, the grip of my boot let go, and my skills in falling were my only defense left to rescue me from injury. I crashed onto my back, narrowly avoiding cracking my head open. As I sat on the icy-covered concrete, I contemplated why I lived in Canada. Finally, I got back, groaning, of course, as my back had struck the concrete with an unexpected amount of force. After such an experience, I felt no desire to continue residing outside. Promptly, I reopened the front door and decided the inside was better for me. I took off my copious layers of gloves, hats, socks, and sweaters to go complain to my dad as to why we did not live in a warmer country.

PW#5 Obro

Three very powerful monks adopted a very small and peculiar puppy. This puppy had black fur and two itty bitty horns on its head. The puppy was given the name Obro and the monks used their mystical powers to teach Obro how to speak and think like them. Obro stayed with the monks for days, and those days turned into weeks, and those weeks into years. Suddenly Obro found himself as a teen and started to question the ways of the monks. For example, once a year the monks would enter a glowing white door and commanded Obro to wait for them until they returned the next day. Obro decided to ask the monks what was behind the glowing white door “What is behind the glowing white door?” he said. The monks stared and him in silence until all three of them simultaneously answered “We cannot tell you, for you are not a monk”. Obro then asked them how to become a monk and the three laughed and chanted “TO BECOME A MONK YOU MUST COUNT EVERY GRAIN OF SAND AND EVERY BLADE OF GRASS IN THE WORLD”. Obro was shocked with disbelief but then again he had nothing better to do and so he learned a mystical spell to make him live longer and then set off. 100 years later Obro returned to the monks and told them the his answer. “Very good, that is correct, follow us” the monks were pleased and led Obro to the door. When Obro saw what was inside, every question that he had ever had was answered, he could never have imagined something like this could exist, he was in awe. Now, would you like to know what was behind that white door? I cannot tell you for you are not a monk.

PW #6 – About me

Hello or as some people in my federal state say “Moin” everybody,

I’m Annabelle 16 years old from Hamburg, Germany.

Both my parents are German but used to work in HongKong, therefor I was born in HongKong, but I grew up in Germany. I live in an apartment with my Mother, near my school and the biggest mall in Hamburg. I have two bunnies and a dog at my fathers. I play Golf and Tennis, sometimes with my friends and sometimes with my Mother. In my free time I like to go shopping with my friends or do other activities, like going to the ballet, musical or just going out. ย  I love to just sit in a Restaurant or Cafe with friend enjoying the afternoon/night. Hamburg is a harbour city, therefore has a mediterran flair and one popular place to go in Sommer ist the harbour beach and the attached restaurant called Strandperle. I like to Travel and getting to know new cultures.

There is not much more to tell about me, but feel free to ask if you have any questions or want to know something.

(A little side not because the topic is poetry, my school was actually named after a fames poet, his name was Heinrich Heine)

PW #5 “I love being cold”

Ever since I remember I have hate hot weather. When I was little I decided that I didn’t like hot weather at all and all this because there are so many cons that the hot weather comes with, for example, extreme temperatures and that makes people being in a bad mood. I also don’t like the beach that much, I prefer mountains or cities instead and they are cooler. I hate the felling of the sun in my skin, I hate sweating, I hate the felling of stickiness on my arms for using sunscreen, I don’t like at all hot weather or anything related to being hot. I mean, who really likes feeling hot?, who likes to sweat? that’s super disgusting and in my personal opinion cold is so much better than hot. Cold weather is better because you can do so much activities like skiing, snowboarding, ice skating in a real frozen lake, hiking, etc, things that of course you can’t do in hot weather and I know it also has fun things but you can just put on a jacket and a scarf and forget about cold, instead of being sweaty and in a bad mood all day long. To conclude, cold is three thousand times better that hot.

About me – #5

My name is Julieta Piรฑa and I was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina. At the age of six I moved to Mexico with my family. I went to San Roberto International school until 9th grade and then continued my studies at Tec Santa Catarina. I like to hang out with friends and family, my favorite color is green, I love food and to travel. I came to Brookes West Shore for 6 months as an exchange student.

๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ข๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ ๐“ข๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ ๐“ฆ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ผ – ๐“Ÿ๐“ฆ#5

๐š„๐š™๐š˜๐š— ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šœ๐š˜๐š•๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š•๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐™ธ ๐šŠ๐š– ๐š›๐š˜๐š˜๐š๐šŽ๐š,
๐™ฑ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šž๐š—’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š๐š ๐š๐š•๐š˜๐š  ๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐šŠ๐š’๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šž๐š—๐š๐š’๐šœ๐š™๐šž๐š๐šŽ๐š.
๐š‚๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐š’๐š™๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š ๐šŽ๐š•๐šŸ๐šŽ, ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š•๐š ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›,
๐š†๐š’๐š๐š—๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŸ๐š’๐šŒ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐šœ, ๐š๐š›๐šž๐š•๐šข ๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ

๐™ฐ๐š ๐šŠ๐š’๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šŠ๐š• ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š•๐š•๐šŠ๐š™๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ, ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐šž๐š๐šŽ๐š,
๐™ธ๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐šข๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šข, ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š™๐š™๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐šŸ๐š˜๐š•๐šž๐š๐šŽ๐š.
๐™ต๐š•๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š๐š•๐šข ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šž๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐šŠ๐šœ๐šœ ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐šข๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›,
๐šˆ๐šŽ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐™ธ ๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐šŠ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š™๐šŠ๐š’๐š—-๐š’๐š—๐šŸ๐š˜๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›.

๐™พ๐š‹๐šœ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š๐š•๐šข ๐šœ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š’๐š—๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š,
๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šž๐š—๐š’๐šš๐šž๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŒ๐šŽ, ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šข ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐š.
๐šƒ๐š˜๐š๐šŠ๐šข ๐šœ๐š˜๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š’๐šก๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š—, ๐šŽ๐šข๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š•๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š’๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘๐š๐šž๐š• ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š—.
๐™ฐ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐š๐šœ๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐š•๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐š—๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š๐šœ, ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŒ๐šž๐š–๐šž๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š™๐šŠ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šž๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š˜๐š‹๐šœ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š—๐šŽ

๐™ฐ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐š๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐šฃ๐šŽ๐š—๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐šŒ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š๐š•๐šข ๐š‹๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š๐šข ๐š—๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š๐šœ,
๐™ธ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š๐š๐š•๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š—๐šŠ๐š• ๐š๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š๐šœ,
๐™ธ๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š›๐š—๐šŽ๐š›’๐šœ ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š” ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐šœ, ๐™ธ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐šข ๐š–๐šž๐š๐šŽ๐š.
๐™พ๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š›, ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š, ๐šŠ ๐šŒ๐š›๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š•๐š™ ๐š™๐š˜๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐šข ๐šŽ๐šก๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šž๐š๐šŽ๐š.
๐š„๐š™๐š˜๐š— ๐š–๐šข ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š’๐šœ ๐š–๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š—,
๐™ธ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šœ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐šœ๐š”๐š’๐š— ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š˜๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—
๐™ป๐šŽ๐š๐š ๐š•๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š—๐š˜ ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š—๐šŽ.

PW #5: At Camp

When I first stamped out of my car into the drenched dirt outside the dripping timber camp lodge, I never expected I would be shaking hands with a murderer that very night.

After a grueling five-hour drive past kilometers of damp forests and soggy clouds, I was relieved to finally arrive. I had been looking forward to this camping trip for months, as an escape from the staleness of my room and a fun hiking holiday in the mountains up island. Iโ€™d been to the camp the last year and the year before, and I considered myself pretty prepared for anything that might arise. Iโ€™d even come within sight of a bear last time – though it was technically on the other side of the lake. (I still prefer to see it as a dangerous and risky encounter.)

Once Iโ€™d hurled my backpack amongst the pile under a small, covered area on the gravel outside the camp kitchens and we’d sat down on little wooden stumps, we got to ice breakers. There were only five other campers, all new, and all other girls around my age. That was rather unusual. Iโ€™d never been in a camp that didnโ€™t have a mix of kids, and I typically recognized at least one of them, but not this time.

The guide cleared her throat. Her name was Mikaela, but everyone called her Mike, and she was a young dirty blonde-haired woman with a grey windbreaker who was there every year Iโ€™d been.

โ€œWeโ€™ll start by each naming a fun fact about ourselves,โ€ Mike encouraged.

I hate that question. Immediately, every potentially interesting part about me flies out of my head. Maybe something about what I last ate? No, not really personal. How many teeth I have? No, not quite ideal.

A straw-haired girl, tall and splotched with freckles, started off the circle.

 

To be continued..

PW#5 – Thanks, Canada.

The feeling of being lost always overwhelms. While walking through the corridors, thoughts of giving up came to your mind. It was the first time you were away from home.ย  “Imagine being on your own”, you thought. You stood up and walked towards the classroom where the beginning of something amazing awaited for you. You sat down and opened your computer, sitting next to you was a girl with bright blonde hair. She offered you some sweets. Her kindness made you feel a lot better, meeting her was like finding sunlight in the middle of a storm. Without thinking it twice you asked, “Hey, can I hang out with you?”

That day, the school planned an event. You walked outside the classroom with your new friend and then, you met them. A tall girl with gorgeous green eyes; another with incredible dark wavy hair; one more with shiny dark red hair; someone with asian features and one who loves unique earrings.

You all walked to the court where the event was taking place. The girl with green eyes was in the same house as you. She was really nice, and curious about the country you grew up in. You talked a lot and time passed really quick. After playing games for a long time, you two walked towards your group of friends. You sat down to rest for a little bit and the girl with unique earrings approached you. You started talking, and you told her you were a boarding student from Mexico City. As soon as you stopped talking, she asked the question that would be the beginning of everything: “Entonces, ยฟhablas espaรฑol?” (So, do you speak Spanish?). Finding someone in an English speaking country who speaks your mother tongue always makes you feel happy and relieved. She said you were the first person she met of her age who spoke Spanish. You both talked for a long time about a lot of stuff. Maybe the two of you were really excited.

A few months passed, December arrived and the time to go back home too. You made tons of good memories with your friends. You lived happy, sad and beautiful moments together. It was then that you realized, you were never destined to be alone. You just had to wait for the right people to come into your life.

Guess the only thing left to say is

Thanks, Canada.

PW#5 – It’s Raining Cats and Dogs and Cabbage

Gerald looked up at the dark clouds forming on the horizon. With one shaky hand, he clutched a cup that read “World’s Best Door Hinge Manufacturer”, and took a tentative sip of his tea. A big storm was coming, he could feel it. It would be raining cats and dogs soon, and he needed to start preparing the nets. It was nearing the end of Sumbar, and with any luck they would be able to secure enough food for the coming Winbar, if they worked quickly. He hobbled out the door and into the street, a few people were milling about and watching the sky. Minsey, his labrador retriever, bounded after him, or at least, as well as a three legged dog could bound. He found her during the previous storm -the carrot storm of ’76- and felt sorry enough for the poor creature that he decided to give her a home.

As they began the lengthy process of stringing up the large, tightly woven nets above every house and road, the first few clouds began to release their baggage. First was a pomeranian -“SPLAT!”-, next a chihuahua and a siamese -“SMACK!”-, and soon the storm was upon them. They needed to work faster. The nets were already filling up; cats and dogs screaming and whining as they tumbled through the air. One unlucky shih tzu bounced off the net Ms. Darney had strung up above her house, and landed with a splash in her pool; bobbing up to the surface after a few seconds and letting itself be retrieved by a very irritated Mr. Darney and his pool skimmer. Most citizens of Martwan had Mr. Darney’s reaction to the yearly produce storms, as a frustrating -but in the end necessary- part of the survival of the town, and the country of Alkept.

No one really knew what caused the storms, although there were many theories that circulated, ranging from benevolent gods to wormholes. Either way, the storms are the main source of income for the country, as a lot of the produce can be exported. The first wave of the storm began to sputter out, and as the dark clouds shed their last few animals, something new began to fall.

“Cabbages!” Ms. Hamkettle proclaimed -as the head of the Toastmaster club in town, she was well versed in making bold announcements before handing the stage over to someone more capable- while she peered through the binoculars she used for such occasions.

Cheers of joy echoed through the small crowd that was forming, and people began opening up their poculumbrellas.ยน Little Billy Hamkettle and the other neighbourhood children began using a cabbage as a soccer ball, but were soon ushered indoors after Emma Crocksocket, who was distracted by the game, got hit in the head by one of the falling cabbages and subsequently fell backwards, landing on a border collie.

As the storm slowly tapered out, people began hurriedly picking through the cabbages and choosing the best ones to take home. The nets were left up, letting the government vehicles later collect the leftovers to sell on the market. It was good system, Gerald thought, as he watched the large trucks haul the full nets into their semi-trailers. He took a half-hearted bite of his sautรฉed garlic cabbageยฒ and as his mind wandered, a thought began to form. Gerald stopped chewing, and it suddenly struck him how important this particular thought was. He had done it; he had figured out what caused the storms. Before Gerald could even look around for a pen to write it down, a coconut came flying out of nowhere and smashed into the back of his head, killing him instantly. Somewhere, in the middle of nowhere, an incomprehensible entity let out a sigh of relief. No one should be able to figure it out that easily, after all.

ยนA popular device that resembled an inverted umbrella, and served the purpose of catching produce while also protecting the user. The creator, Steven Marscum, was the third cousin of one of Gerald’s friend’s coworker; a fact that Gerold would tell to anyone who made the grave mistake of attending one of his monthly Norhtern-Martwan Communitee Betterment Cocktail Parties (or NMCBCP events as Gerold would lovingly refer to them).

ยฒWhich, ironically, didn’t contain any garlic. Gerald had run out recently, so he decided to replace it with cloves. He’d learned a valuable lesson about spice combinations that day.

Thank you to Hanli who gave me the prompts “cat” and “cabbage”.

PW#5- The Second Home (Pt.1)

The smell of that fresh breeze blows onto my face as I walk through the door. The scenery of the crystal clear water and the sound of the waves washing onto shore. Bringing me the childhood memories I have. As I explored the new home there was something that shook me. There was a body a dead body on the ground. I scream as loud as I can and it seems like no one can hear me. I sprinted to the door and tried to open it but the door didn’t budge to open at all. It felt like it had been locked from outside or someone might glued it shut. As I tried many countless ways to take the door down it still looked perfectly normal. So I just gave up. As I walked towards the body I saw that the body’s eyes had been opened. It gave me goosebumps. All of a sudden, I heard random noises like cracking and the stove turned on by itself. As I looked around everything seemed fine until I looked down at the body. The body isn’t there anymore there is only the blood. On the floor there a bloody handwriting. Which said…

Food Favorites Personal Writing #5

I love pizza. it’s like a flavor party! Crunchy crust with yummy toppings, each slice is a tasty masterpiece. Whether it’s classic cheese or something exotic, pizza makes me smile with every bite.

Sushi is another fave. Fresh fish, rice, and seaweed dance together in my mouth. It’s like a mini trip to Japan, where time slows down, and all I taste is pure deliciousness.

Let’s not forget chocolate! Whether it’s a dark truffle or a gooey brownie, every bite is a celebration. It’s like a tiny escape to a world of sweetness and joy.

These foods are like experiences in my life, bringing joy and memories with every taste. They’re the simple pleasures that make my world delicious.

PW#5 – Golden

Childhood.

Some forgotten place in the back of our minds,

Like a gem lost in a pit of gravel,

Or the light at the end of a tunnel.

Laughing with friends,

Climbing trees with delicate hands.

Running through the grasses,

Biking through the woods.

Innocent faces radiating joy,

Let your imagination take ahold.

Serenity, tranquility, bliss.

If only one could revisit these memories,

But all one can do is wish.

My Amazing Winter Break

Since the moment I stepped on the airplane I knew this break was going to be more special than the others. On the airplane I was seated with two really good friends so the five hours went rushing. Hours later I arrived to Mazatlan! I was walking in the airport and I saw this amazing blonde boy walking by, I immediately felt this energy inside me that I had never felt before. That was the last time I saw him, or well, for now… All my family members and friends were waiting for my arrivance. Everything was still the same as how I left, the blue ocean the summer briss, and smiles everywhere. I for sure missed this place. One day I was walking by the ocean bay and stamped myself in the same blonde boy from the airport! This incredible connection went into my heart, We talked for hours and hours and for sure started a new chapter in my life.

PW #5 – View from my window

Through the window, three objects are visible. The first building is a music store with everything you could possibly desire. Typically, you could hear them doing a little concert for customers on the weekends. Before this store had been built, the entire street and the large mountain in the distance were visible. The neighbor’s house is the second item you would see when looking out my window. It’s interesting to watch them because they always watch films and BBQ around the fire. And lastly, there is a Chinese restaurant directly across the road, and the food they serve is the best Chinese food I have tried so far.

PW #5 – In a room filled with everyone you have ever met in your life

Who would you run to first in a room filled with everyone you’ve ever met in your life? This is a question I was recently asked and now cannot stop thinking about.

If I was in a room filled with everyone I have ever met in my life I would run to my Grandma Hope first. I was a baby, just 2 years old, when she passed away. Although I am not able to remember her touch, she met me, she held me in her warm and loving embrace. My mother and father and everyone who met her says she was a beautiful woman, inside and out. She was an interior designer – a trait that I inherited. She loved indigenous art. Many of the pieces she bought are in my house right now. She also loved windchimes. We have 2 from her. One in my room, and one outside. A few years ago, I had asked my father about Grandma Hope and he told me many wonderful things about her; how much she loved me, how kind she was, her devotion, and her smile. Before my dad kissed me goodnight, the windchime in my room jingled softly. I do not know what happens after one passes away, or how much they are able to interact with the living, but I do know this was a message from her. A message saying that even though I never met her, she met me. And she loved me.

 

PW#5 – The First Snow Fall

The air was crisp, carrying a sense of anticipation that couldn’t be shaken. The sky, once a canvas of muted greys, now transformed into a tapestry of white. The cold snaked around many onlookers, but still, they waited with bated breath. The ground prepared for the lush blankets of snow that were soon to paint the world white. The earth held its breath, patiently awaiting the first snowfall.ย As the first flakes descended, they pirouetted, caught in a silent ballet. Intricate snowflakes swept the skies with the magic of winter. The trees, once skeletal figures from the autumn months, slowly came back alive, adorned with glittering crystals and powder snow.

The first snowfall was not just a change in weather; it was a shift in perspective. Where people once complained of the cold, they now lay, enjoying the serenity that the weather provided. Hats, mitts, and coats were adorned, and soon the streets were filled with children’s laughter and the smiles of onlookers.

The winter has never been just a season. It brings joy and delight to most, and it has always had a special place in my heart. In the small neighbourhood I grew up in, the first snowfall was nothing short of a magical spectacle. I remember waking up and rushing to the window to see the blankets of snow layering the ground. The air itself was different, more crisp and clear than ever before.

Bounding up the stairs, I would find my family watching the sky in wonder. We’d laugh, enjoying the simplicity of the moment. Then came the utter excitement. My brother and I would rush back down the stairs, adorn our small boots and jackets, and fight over who got the better mittens. We’d creak open the door and feel the cold chill of the air, but nothing could stop us from running into the white powder that awaited us. He and I would make snow angels, sled down the most dangerous slopes, and enjoy the snow. Then finally came the competition; the fort fight.ย After hours of building forts and sledding, we’d eventually get tired and retire to the warmth and comfort of our childhood home.

Our mother would have prepared hot chocolate and lit the fireplace, and we would all sit around the warmth that it provided to chase away the bitter chill that had settled under our bones. In the evening, when the sun had fallen beyond the horizon, I would lay in bed and feel an immense sense of gratitude. The first snowfall wasn’t just about the snow; it was a gift, a memory etched in the fabric of my childhood, a reminder that even in the coldest of seasons, warmth and wonder could be found.