Blog Post 3

Andrea Albaugh
M.Schroeder
English 101
10/20/16

Blog Post 3

  Fish Cheeks Summary and Main Point

                 In the article "Fish Cheeks" Amy Tan explains a previous experience from when she was 14 that taught her great life lesson. When her family invited over a minister's family for their Christmas eve dinner she was devastated. She had a crush on the son of the minister and the thought of an American family joining her Chinese family for dinner was not appealing for her. She was embarrassed the whole night. She didn't want him associating her to this food and her humiliating family.  This article's purpose was to not be ashamed of your culture or who you are no matter how different it may be.

Superman and me

             Sherman Alexie, the author of this article writes about his childhood as an Indian boy. He explains his fathers love of books and how that passion for books got passed down to him. He read as many books and passages of writing as possible. Being Indian at their school meant you weren't as fast paced as the non-Indians and that you weren't as smart. Sherman wanted to prove them wrong. He was intelligent and he passed this on to the new generations of kids going to school. This article shows the racism the world still holds no matter how much we hate to admit. The Indians would except this ranking they'd be born in and not fight against it but in this article Sherman Alexie does.

For my essay I chose to write about Superman and me. The meaning of it grabs my attention more and shows what kind of world we live in today. It reminds me of years ago how people are born into rankings based on your family and there wasn't much movement of the rankings. The Indians are put down more and expected to not be as intelligent. But I like how Sherman Alexie fights against that thought.

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Blog Post #2

Andrea Albaugh

Schroeder

English 101

10/7/16

Blog Post 2

           We walk down the long road, carelessly holding our shoes in our hands. We loudly play songs as we sing at the top of our lungs. We'd swing our hair side to side and acted as if we ran the show. We'd scrounge up our money to buy drinks and snacks at a stand. But as we walked there... man did we wish we could drive. 

          We finally arrive. The trees were as green as I've ever seen, they tower over us and leave a little patch of blue for us to see. We are enclosed here and there was no looking in. The water would flow under our log that'd lead us across. This place would cancel out the sound of the world. The world where people just sit and rot. But, this place to us was heaven, a place we'd come after we'd die. Here we exchanged secrets and laughed till we cry. Our stumps circled around the fire and our fort stood tall on the other side.  We vowed to keep this place to ourselves, for no one else to know and no matter where our friendship would go, this would be ours. 

          We'd swing on a rope swing, fighting over who'd get the next swing. We sit on the roof of the fort playing old tunes as we conversed. The roof of the fort was our throne. We could sit and overlook this place we like to call home. We could see the clear water as it flows by, our world from here looked like it ran on forever, bigger than our little heads could ever comprehend. 

           After a long day in our heaven we'd return back home. I'd regret how careless I was when I'd end up soaking in a tub because of all the stinging needles I ran through. We'd call each other on the phone. We'd talk about how great a day it's been and to hope and see each other soon again.

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