In “How to Live,” Annie Dillard talks about how many cultures pride hard work, family, and being the best you can. Personally I found this to be a very confusing essay, but I will try to discuss it the best I can. I think Dillard is saying that there has always been value to working hard throughout history. She discusses how throughout the years, people always strived to be the best at what they do. If you are a farmer you strive to be the best farmer or the best hunter. To be the “big man or beloved woman”. It seems Dillard says people try to be successful, no matter the culture, to leave a legacy behind before you die. Will people remember you? Will people remember what you have done? Cultures have not really changed that much in hundreds of years, so do we really make a difference throughout our lives by trying to be the best we can be?
I think we can make a difference in the world if we strive to be the best. Many athletes and politicians have impacted millions of peoples lives throughout history. These athletes and politicians became these great people through hard work and because they wanted to be the best they can be. One person who came to mind is Michael Phelps. During the Olympic frenzy a few months ago it was reported he had Attention Deficit Disorder and that he was raised by a single mother. He overcame all this and he became an Olympic legend, and he had an impact on many people’s lives. He showed that people with ADD could still be like any other people, and gave them hope.
Here is an article about how Phelps has inspired people with ADHD to be all they can be.
http://www.edgefoundation.org/blog/2008/08/15/michael-phelpss-adhd-is-not-an-attention-deficit/
JW
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
ENG 110- Just Get to Know Me
It takes a lot of time to get to know me
But it takes little to like me
Sometimes i hide my feelings, avoid my feelings
In order not to get judge at or hurt
If you really get to know me and win my trust
U will have won a friendship that lasts for life
I will be loyal, uderstanding, n be there by your side
But if u ever backstab me, if u ever betray me
My heart will be broken and it will take alot to forgive u
But there is one thing that u shouldnt 4get for sure
Is that, If you ever backstab me, if u ever betray me
I can't and will not do anything to hurt u, to get back at u
For i have learned to love u,
And our friendship will have meant more to me than u
If i dont like you, Im not a hyprocrite
I will tell u, or try to get away from u, in order to avoid ur presence
Cause i think honesty is one of the most important things
Just get to know me
And i will show that i can be a really good friend
I'll show you that there are people
Who still can be trusted, who still value friendship
-VYNS
But it takes little to like me
Sometimes i hide my feelings, avoid my feelings
In order not to get judge at or hurt
If you really get to know me and win my trust
U will have won a friendship that lasts for life
I will be loyal, uderstanding, n be there by your side
But if u ever backstab me, if u ever betray me
My heart will be broken and it will take alot to forgive u
But there is one thing that u shouldnt 4get for sure
Is that, If you ever backstab me, if u ever betray me
I can't and will not do anything to hurt u, to get back at u
For i have learned to love u,
And our friendship will have meant more to me than u
If i dont like you, Im not a hyprocrite
I will tell u, or try to get away from u, in order to avoid ur presence
Cause i think honesty is one of the most important things
Just get to know me
And i will show that i can be a really good friend
I'll show you that there are people
Who still can be trusted, who still value friendship
-VYNS
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
110 - My..Can you guess who he is?
Well..
I thought I'd be the first to grace this lovely little blog of yours..
With what I wrote about my..
Friend & A little conversation I had with him..
On 9/11
Look there..over yonder..
My little friend lying right in front of me..
With his blue jacket..and some metallic shine..
Lookin' like Michael Jackson 'nd them jackets that had madd zippers on them for no reason..
But,
Unlike that sick bastard..
My friend got his head together,
A sturdy young feller,
Although he's not the biggest of the bunch..
He doesn't let that phase him,
'Cause he got a big heart.
You see..
I was talkin' to my buddy last night and I was like:
"Yoooooo, why you made me bite my tongue?"
He was like: "Nahh son..that was all you, you dumb".
Then I was like: "Yo..Whatever my dude, you grimey..For real.."
Then he suddenly took offense and said, "Why?..
'Cause I'm not someone with mass appeal?"
I said, "Nahh, not even..I know where you come from.."
You see,
My little friend..I can vibe with him..
'Cause, we both came from The Bronx..
BX STAND UP.
And, we've both been through the same..fecal matter ;)..
So..
I understand why he took offense,
'Cause, just look at him..
That dull shine, lookin' like aluminum,
But,
To the listeners & on-lookers,
His appearance be foolin' em..
Just like mine do.
I mean,
He don't wear the best clothing..
But he loves to wear blue,
And I love to wear red.
But,
That's the only difference,
There's much more to be said,
About this little friend of mine,
And I'm gonna let him shine,
Let him shine, let him shine, let him shineee..
Okay.
Anyways,
Excuse that lil..ballad I just did..
I know it was cute..sexy voice and all..but chill..
We're talkin' 'bout my friend that you see before me..
You see,
My mans (no homo),
But,
My mans been through a lot,
Those broke as a motha..,
Times like those,
Scrappin' scraps of burnt rice out the bottom of the bowl,
Or pot..
'Cause where we from,
I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
The stomach rumbles just a little too much,
And some see that as sad, but..
We just see it as our comin' up.
Just look at my buddy..
I'm so proud of him..
A real soldier, look at those scars on him..
He's been in a few fights..
You can tell.
And I'm not only talkin' bout scrappin' for some burnt rice.
You see,
His momma dropped him a few times as a baby,
And just maybe..
Maybe..
That caused a few scars.
But,
Nonetheless,
He's still a work of art..
No homo.
I ain't trying to be no more of a friend..
You buggin' hardbody if you think we gonna be touchin' swords..
Or,
Crossin' streams..or playin' tug of war..
Be gentle.
'Cause he can get it hard..no homo..
And I don't want to sit on him,
'Cause I'm very fond of my ass not hurting..
No homo (again),
But damn,
Look at him..
Built as strong as can be,
A little rough around the edges..
But regardless,
I see the kinda person that he is:
A realist.
Speaks his own mind and he ain't scared of..number 2 ;)
Even though some people think he belongs in the toilet..
Or with the 4 AM garbage pick up..
But,
Ya'll don't know him like I do,
Just hick up.
Close your mouth like how your mind is set,
'Cause me and him..
We're the same person, except,
He's built a little different,
But we came from the same place,
With a bunch of roaches and sh**..
With one entrance and 8 exits..
But I must say,
He keeps it a lil more gutter then I do..
He stays a lil dirty,
While I like to keep clean, my dude,
I guess that's 'cause he has a few screws loose..
And I guess that's crazy since he only speaks the truth..
He is what he is, right?
Ya'll can't change him.
But,
I must admit,
He had his moments when he had enough..
I mean,
Some dude he don't even know put 3 holes in him,
So..I'm glad he's that tough..
So,
He came back to me, after he was locked down for a minute..
And he's still the same..
A little more humble,
But he will never change.
He's a modest person..
Yet,
Some people still look upon him in disgust..
In pity, in lust..
In curiosity,
Or,
Stating not so witty remarks.
I guess..
It's 'cause he wears the same thing, and is simply..
Complex.
And,
That must be the reason everybody wants to meet him,
But get in line cause,
I'm next.
But anyways..
That's just my friend..
My number one.
But,
Don't stick a fork in him,
He's not done.
-trust2
I thought I'd be the first to grace this lovely little blog of yours..
With what I wrote about my..
Friend & A little conversation I had with him..
On 9/11
Look there..over yonder..
My little friend lying right in front of me..
With his blue jacket..and some metallic shine..
Lookin' like Michael Jackson 'nd them jackets that had madd zippers on them for no reason..
But,
Unlike that sick bastard..
My friend got his head together,
A sturdy young feller,
Although he's not the biggest of the bunch..
He doesn't let that phase him,
'Cause he got a big heart.
You see..
I was talkin' to my buddy last night and I was like:
"Yoooooo, why you made me bite my tongue?"
He was like: "Nahh son..that was all you, you dumb".
Then I was like: "Yo..Whatever my dude, you grimey..For real.."
Then he suddenly took offense and said, "Why?..
'Cause I'm not someone with mass appeal?"
I said, "Nahh, not even..I know where you come from.."
You see,
My little friend..I can vibe with him..
'Cause, we both came from The Bronx..
BX STAND UP.
And, we've both been through the same..fecal matter ;)..
So..
I understand why he took offense,
'Cause, just look at him..
That dull shine, lookin' like aluminum,
But,
To the listeners & on-lookers,
His appearance be foolin' em..
Just like mine do.
I mean,
He don't wear the best clothing..
But he loves to wear blue,
And I love to wear red.
But,
That's the only difference,
There's much more to be said,
About this little friend of mine,
And I'm gonna let him shine,
Let him shine, let him shine, let him shineee..
Okay.
Anyways,
Excuse that lil..ballad I just did..
I know it was cute..sexy voice and all..but chill..
We're talkin' 'bout my friend that you see before me..
You see,
My mans (no homo),
But,
My mans been through a lot,
Those broke as a motha..,
Times like those,
Scrappin' scraps of burnt rice out the bottom of the bowl,
Or pot..
'Cause where we from,
I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
The stomach rumbles just a little too much,
And some see that as sad, but..
We just see it as our comin' up.
Just look at my buddy..
I'm so proud of him..
A real soldier, look at those scars on him..
He's been in a few fights..
You can tell.
And I'm not only talkin' bout scrappin' for some burnt rice.
You see,
His momma dropped him a few times as a baby,
And just maybe..
Maybe..
That caused a few scars.
But,
Nonetheless,
He's still a work of art..
No homo.
I ain't trying to be no more of a friend..
You buggin' hardbody if you think we gonna be touchin' swords..
Or,
Crossin' streams..or playin' tug of war..
Be gentle.
'Cause he can get it hard..no homo..
And I don't want to sit on him,
'Cause I'm very fond of my ass not hurting..
No homo (again),
But damn,
Look at him..
Built as strong as can be,
A little rough around the edges..
But regardless,
I see the kinda person that he is:
A realist.
Speaks his own mind and he ain't scared of..number 2 ;)
Even though some people think he belongs in the toilet..
Or with the 4 AM garbage pick up..
But,
Ya'll don't know him like I do,
Just hick up.
Close your mouth like how your mind is set,
'Cause me and him..
We're the same person, except,
He's built a little different,
But we came from the same place,
With a bunch of roaches and sh**..
With one entrance and 8 exits..
But I must say,
He keeps it a lil more gutter then I do..
He stays a lil dirty,
While I like to keep clean, my dude,
I guess that's 'cause he has a few screws loose..
And I guess that's crazy since he only speaks the truth..
He is what he is, right?
Ya'll can't change him.
But,
I must admit,
He had his moments when he had enough..
I mean,
Some dude he don't even know put 3 holes in him,
So..I'm glad he's that tough..
So,
He came back to me, after he was locked down for a minute..
And he's still the same..
A little more humble,
But he will never change.
He's a modest person..
Yet,
Some people still look upon him in disgust..
In pity, in lust..
In curiosity,
Or,
Stating not so witty remarks.
I guess..
It's 'cause he wears the same thing, and is simply..
Complex.
And,
That must be the reason everybody wants to meet him,
But get in line cause,
I'm next.
But anyways..
That's just my friend..
My number one.
But,
Don't stick a fork in him,
He's not done.
-trust2
Friday, September 5, 2008
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Keep in mind that the more you write (and read), the stronger a writer you will become. So please take advantage of this forum. Enjoy!
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Please keep in mind that this is your blog -- although you will have some assignments that will require you to read and to post online, I also encourage you to use this format to share your stories, poetry, links, political opinions, anxieties, or basically anything...so long as it's appropriate (don't post anything offensive, dishonest, etc).
Keep in mind that the more you write (and read), the stronger a writer you will become. So please take advantage of this forum. Enjoy!
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