I'm Grateful

Okay so to all of you all reading this I'm grateful for each and every one of you. And trust me I don't say this to be cheesy or unrealistic. But come on, I feel like we all have had those moments in class where we were happy that someone spoke up, or helped you out. As a class I'm sure by the end of the year we will grow to become a family. This is like the shortest blog I'm probably gonna write. But, I'm happy to have you all in my class and I hope you all have a wonderful holiday weekend. 

I Celebrate Myself

In today's society, one would say that there isn't enough self appreciation. Everyone is so focused on fitting in and conforming to society that they lose themselfs in the process. Or they are too afraid to conform that they become jealous of the people within it. I don't think that people should be so attached to fitting in. In the words of Emerson, "Envy is ignorance. Imitation is suicide." Why would we all want to be the same? You only lose your individuality. I love myself, and for those who don't, I really can care less. 

For example, I came from am elementary school where we had to wear uniform everyday. Coming to Whitney Young 7th grade was the happiest day of my life. I got to wear whatever I wanted the first day. It made me feel different. I was so tired if the navy blue and white. 

I'm not saying there should be no firm of unity. However I think within that unity there should be you being you, and no one else. Celebrate yourself. 

"To be great is to be misunderstood" - Ralph Waldo Emerson 

Poe

In my opinion Poe's writing comes across as very depressing however meaning something larger. I have read The Raven in elementary school and never dissected it as much as I did in this class. I just saw it as a "oh my gosh why must we read this depressing poem." But I looked a little into the biography of Poe. Why he seemed to be so sad. As a reader, in the word of my English I teacher Dr. Bloland, when the dragon got into my head, it was sad, depressed, hopeless. All you saw was pure agony and defeat. His mother died soon after his father abandoned them, and although a family took him in, he was never format adopted. 

When reading something like that, growing up with both parents in my life I couldn't have been more grateful. He used poetry as a way of life. To disay his emotions. When I used to write, and I didn't have a specific topic, I always chose my mood. How I was feeling.

I do not think that because of the somber mood Poe's writing gives off it would make his writing bad. I think it makes his writing better. You write better when you're writing truly you.