Christian's English 1 BLOG

Think about all the people you like or better yet all the people that don't like you. What reasons do you have to like others or hate others? If you think about human evolution you see that we evolved into things of great power over our own selves. Just as easily as you may like someone else for the way they talk, the way they look, and the way they act we forget that it is within ourselves to unlock the feeling of love. You must be content in your self to truly like someone. When you are content with your slef you are happy with your self just for you. After the happiness you have is consistent you learn that it easy for you to like others. It is a question that has more levels. we are just breaking the first one.

Human nature is something no matter who you have. Though they are all extremely different. Human nature, however, is extremely hard to see. It either takes a person to the highest level of stress or someone who is so far above stress that is obsolete. In "Lord of the Flies" human nature is tested. The desperate type of human nature, the one that pushes a person to do horrid things. I honestly believe that it depends on what type of person you are. If you are a good person and respect yourself you may proceed to be good in desperate times. But if you are weak to give in then you will turn into a monster that no one wants. The strongest will achieves the act of staying good while the weakest will give into desperation. When it comes down to this human nature at its purest. The person you are decides the desperate person you are pushed to be.

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So here the first quarter ends this week and so this is my last blog post for this quarter. It is hard to explain the trouble and benefit these blogs have brought me. I sometimes look back at my previous blogs and either think "Good Job." or "What was I thinking?". Kinda like the memories we have of our younger selves doing things that are completely outrageous. I can speak for all of my peers and say that when we heard we had to write these things, our faces were straight as a student should be but on the insides, we were crying like a kid who had just lost its favorite toy. I did eventually learn though that the more of these I wrote the better a writer I became. I went from writing like an uncoordinated zebra to writing like a writer. So basically all these blogs have helped me be a better writer. All the work, all the late nights of delirium still trying write about a story that barely makes any sense made me a better writer. As strenuous as these are they help

Imagine that you are in the time period of this story. What would your life be like? What handicaps would you have? What would Harrison's rebellion mean to you? This story full of humor and upbeat yet with no real frame of life. Harrison is the most exceptional person in this story. He is the epitome of what it means to be a person. The U.S.H.G fears him cause of this exceptionality and uniqueness. Now if we relate this back to our and even the time this was written the fear of difference is still present. You see the author though a socialist did believe that a political and economic theory of social organization that advocates that the means of production, distribution, and exchange should be owned or regulated by the community as a whole, not just one group regulating the flow of everything. The point that this story was meant to be a testament to civilization, not a story to make a smile. The author does an excellent job of hiding the point of this behind humor that makes the

Thud! My back falls hard against the cold brick walls that line the alley. My legs tired from running and jumping. My arms held close to my chest stunting the flow of blood from the metal fragment that impaled me. The fire decimated the building I called home. The fire had decimated me. My face unrecognizable from the ash and black that covered it. How it happened? What had gone so wrong? Why her? Why did I have to lose her? My mind is darkened. My body struck by the pain that comes from trauma both physical and emotional. I wake up in my bed in my house in upstate New York. My sweat is soaking into the silken sheets. The blankets are scattered across the carpet floor. My eyes full of tears. The memory is as vivid as it is distraught. I remember it fully. The alarm going off. The fire spreading through every apartment. My found love being crushed by the roof that fell. I feel the scare on my upper shoulder.  The scare is shaped like a crescent moon and has no signs of ever fading. Th