This is us
Violence is like a bomb just waiting to go off
Violence is a man protecting his family when he knows all hope is lost
Violence is like the pain when a soldier didn’t come home
Violence is a poem that attacks the souls of its readers, an unbearable cost
Violence is like a lost loved one, left all alone
Violence is the dark before the dawn
Forcefulness is like a raging hurricane a terrible disaster an endless fray
Viciousness is a snow ball that is billowing down a mountain, picking up mass
Strength is like a black hole, sucking away the light of the day
Ferocity is the storm after the calm, on its own class
Violence is the punishment for our mistake
A virus that will destroy us
The human race
Violence is a man protecting his family when he knows all hope is lost
Violence is like the pain when a soldier didn’t come home
Violence is a poem that attacks the souls of its readers, an unbearable cost
Violence is like a lost loved one, left all alone
Violence is the dark before the dawn
Forcefulness is like a raging hurricane a terrible disaster an endless fray
Viciousness is a snow ball that is billowing down a mountain, picking up mass
Strength is like a black hole, sucking away the light of the day
Ferocity is the storm after the calm, on its own class
Violence is the punishment for our mistake
A virus that will destroy us
The human race
Growth as a Poet
Throughout the course of this project I have grown as a poet by advancing my understanding of most to all poetic devices. This shows throughout my poem by the use of different poetic devices in my similes and metaphors. You can also see the changes I have made in my poem from my process journals where I write down the significant changes I have made from draft to draft. I have mad small changes to my poem externally but made a big difference internally. I have made changes and accepted the ideas of others for the title of my poem now it resides as This Is Us; it began as poem about violence, then late changed around from idea to idea similar to the final title but eventually I found the right words to summarize the effect I desired.
The first most important change I made was relating my poem to the human race throughout the entire poem and not just at the end so that the poem has relevance to my ending. This shows through my rough drafts how I began to get mine and other’s ideas in my poem and find an acceptable and intriguing way to show it in an organized fashion. The change made the poem have a deeper connection to the readers and give an understanding of my thought process surrounding my ideas of relating violence to the human race. The change incites an emotional reaction and the realization that humans are the only species to kill each other by the thousands for something that could be resolved with ease. I made this change because the idea had peer support and seemed interesting. The change improves my poem by making it relatable to us as a nation and race.
The second most important change I made was arranging my lines to create a sense of organization and fluency from one topic to another. This change I made took the lines about the human race and put them into the first stanza, the lines about mother nature and place them in the second stanza then in the final stanza I had three lines that said something about our past our future and what we are now. This is an improvement from my first drafts where the organization was flawed in that there were lines about nature and the human race together in the same stanza with little to no scheme. The change gives the poem a more sophisticated intelligence that shows a more accurate depiction of what I was trying to display in my poem. This change allows for a buildup of emotion throughout the poem so that the readers will have the opportunity to understand and connect with my poem. I made this change so that the poem will be more organized and understandable. The change improves my poem by making it appear more sophisticated and educated while giving it a more thought out idea.
The third most important change I have made was figuring out my rhyme scheme. In the beginning I had no rhyme scheme only the easy lines that had a small foundation but might crumble at any time, I worked on this my adjusting my word choice to find a rhyme scheme and build on the foundation. This allowed for a more educated reading and speaking. The current rhyme scheme is a,b,c,b,c and d,e,f,e,f with no rhyme scheme for the final stanza. The change gives the poem a more intelligent and educated feel. The rhyme connects one line to another giving the poem a more connected mood where the reader can relate one line to another and thus the mood flows smoothly. My reasoning for this change was to improve my poem and complete the requirements of the project. The rhyme improves the poem by allowing for a smooth feel throughout the poem and giving it a connected idea like a nervous system that can react on its own but works better with others like it.
Throughout the course of this project I have grown as a poet by advancing my understanding of most to all poetic devices. This shows throughout my poem by the use of different poetic devices in my similes and metaphors. You can also see the changes I have made in my poem from my process journals where I write down the significant changes I have made from draft to draft. I have mad small changes to my poem externally but made a big difference internally. I have made changes and accepted the ideas of others for the title of my poem now it resides as This Is Us; it began as poem about violence, then late changed around from idea to idea similar to the final title but eventually I found the right words to summarize the effect I desired.
The first most important change I made was relating my poem to the human race throughout the entire poem and not just at the end so that the poem has relevance to my ending. This shows through my rough drafts how I began to get mine and other’s ideas in my poem and find an acceptable and intriguing way to show it in an organized fashion. The change made the poem have a deeper connection to the readers and give an understanding of my thought process surrounding my ideas of relating violence to the human race. The change incites an emotional reaction and the realization that humans are the only species to kill each other by the thousands for something that could be resolved with ease. I made this change because the idea had peer support and seemed interesting. The change improves my poem by making it relatable to us as a nation and race.
The second most important change I made was arranging my lines to create a sense of organization and fluency from one topic to another. This change I made took the lines about the human race and put them into the first stanza, the lines about mother nature and place them in the second stanza then in the final stanza I had three lines that said something about our past our future and what we are now. This is an improvement from my first drafts where the organization was flawed in that there were lines about nature and the human race together in the same stanza with little to no scheme. The change gives the poem a more sophisticated intelligence that shows a more accurate depiction of what I was trying to display in my poem. This change allows for a buildup of emotion throughout the poem so that the readers will have the opportunity to understand and connect with my poem. I made this change so that the poem will be more organized and understandable. The change improves my poem by making it appear more sophisticated and educated while giving it a more thought out idea.
The third most important change I have made was figuring out my rhyme scheme. In the beginning I had no rhyme scheme only the easy lines that had a small foundation but might crumble at any time, I worked on this my adjusting my word choice to find a rhyme scheme and build on the foundation. This allowed for a more educated reading and speaking. The current rhyme scheme is a,b,c,b,c and d,e,f,e,f with no rhyme scheme for the final stanza. The change gives the poem a more intelligent and educated feel. The rhyme connects one line to another giving the poem a more connected mood where the reader can relate one line to another and thus the mood flows smoothly. My reasoning for this change was to improve my poem and complete the requirements of the project. The rhyme improves the poem by allowing for a smooth feel throughout the poem and giving it a connected idea like a nervous system that can react on its own but works better with others like it.
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op-ed about virtual communities and a political cartoon
David Etz
Virtual Communities Op-Ed
Think for a moment of what you do on the internet, who you talk to, what you talk about, what sites you talk on, these sites you chat with people on are known as Virtual communities. “A virtual community is defined herein as an aggregation of individuals or business partners who interact around a shared interest, where the interaction is at least partially supported and/or mediated by technology and guided by some protocols or norms. This definition embraces key components of definitions put forth in existing literature by including elements such as interacting groups of people, shared interest and technology mediation “As said by Constance Elise Porter in A Typology of Virtual Communities: A Multi-Disciplinary Foundation for Future Research.
My goal in this paper is to determine whether the use of virtual communities in education could be a beneficial factor in individualized learning.
An in-depth article by Chis Dede suggests that social networks designed to keep learning communities aware would help to improve the overall enjoyment of the learning process, some examples of how these could be helpful are; staying in the loop even when you had become sick, aware of changed deadlines, comparing notes and connection between student and teacher.
Based off the definition listed above the same connection could be made through students who share similar classes and aim to accomplish similar things in life could connect thoroughly through sites like this and could have never met without this method of campus to global communication.
Although some have been led to believe that virtual communities are bad because they affect you stress and depression levels but through my research I have been able to conclude that sites such as Facebook do this because they don’t target a specific audience they target a whole generation and with that amount of people who were not targeted for certain interests there are bound to be a lot of conflicting idea and perspectives that could cause to people to see there lives as boring compared to others that only show the good fun parts about their lives.
From this conclusion about social networking we can determine that other more targeted virtual communities could bring groups of people close and far together. Some sites are used to organize town meetings, church activities and recreational events.
The overall effect of the internet has been a wonderful growth that has enabled our species to grow academically, allowing communication from one part of the globe to another, or allowing two people to know nearly everything about one another without ever meeting. Some people may make assumptions about the internet and how it is used for black mail or other illegal activities that do not resemble the knowledge we have shared through this source.
The internet is the future, why would we fight what could improve the social and academic status of any one person with access. These communities could only be the beginning towards a future that anything could happen where we could interact with one another through machines that we use while in a sleep like body stage and can do anything fly go to the moon al with no after math, this idea of a world we could test certain compounds and their after math with no real harm towards real citizens only false ones created in the image from our minds.
When offered the chance to use the internet to extend your learning would you take the chance, or would you be complacent with the results you are getting. The ability to use the internet in our learning not only makes it faster but could also improve your thoughts on what learning is like, I feel that we as Americans with access to the internet have become complacent with our learning and should take a more innocent approach when looking at such a gift for our population, we should look through a young south African child laborer’s perspective when evaluating the internet. Would the child take the gift and use it for the wrong purposes misunderstood in its nature or would he use it as it is meant to be a learning tool for the privileged. I would hope that the child would accept his gift and use it correctly to better his life and go farther than anyone without the internet or access to college papers by professor and student alike focused on many different parts of the world, or have access to communication with any person around the world.
This is what the gift that we have been given should be used for not illegal activities or hurtful messages that could be seen throughout the world and will never be deleted.
Virtual Communities Op-Ed
Think for a moment of what you do on the internet, who you talk to, what you talk about, what sites you talk on, these sites you chat with people on are known as Virtual communities. “A virtual community is defined herein as an aggregation of individuals or business partners who interact around a shared interest, where the interaction is at least partially supported and/or mediated by technology and guided by some protocols or norms. This definition embraces key components of definitions put forth in existing literature by including elements such as interacting groups of people, shared interest and technology mediation “As said by Constance Elise Porter in A Typology of Virtual Communities: A Multi-Disciplinary Foundation for Future Research.
My goal in this paper is to determine whether the use of virtual communities in education could be a beneficial factor in individualized learning.
An in-depth article by Chis Dede suggests that social networks designed to keep learning communities aware would help to improve the overall enjoyment of the learning process, some examples of how these could be helpful are; staying in the loop even when you had become sick, aware of changed deadlines, comparing notes and connection between student and teacher.
Based off the definition listed above the same connection could be made through students who share similar classes and aim to accomplish similar things in life could connect thoroughly through sites like this and could have never met without this method of campus to global communication.
Although some have been led to believe that virtual communities are bad because they affect you stress and depression levels but through my research I have been able to conclude that sites such as Facebook do this because they don’t target a specific audience they target a whole generation and with that amount of people who were not targeted for certain interests there are bound to be a lot of conflicting idea and perspectives that could cause to people to see there lives as boring compared to others that only show the good fun parts about their lives.
From this conclusion about social networking we can determine that other more targeted virtual communities could bring groups of people close and far together. Some sites are used to organize town meetings, church activities and recreational events.
The overall effect of the internet has been a wonderful growth that has enabled our species to grow academically, allowing communication from one part of the globe to another, or allowing two people to know nearly everything about one another without ever meeting. Some people may make assumptions about the internet and how it is used for black mail or other illegal activities that do not resemble the knowledge we have shared through this source.
The internet is the future, why would we fight what could improve the social and academic status of any one person with access. These communities could only be the beginning towards a future that anything could happen where we could interact with one another through machines that we use while in a sleep like body stage and can do anything fly go to the moon al with no after math, this idea of a world we could test certain compounds and their after math with no real harm towards real citizens only false ones created in the image from our minds.
When offered the chance to use the internet to extend your learning would you take the chance, or would you be complacent with the results you are getting. The ability to use the internet in our learning not only makes it faster but could also improve your thoughts on what learning is like, I feel that we as Americans with access to the internet have become complacent with our learning and should take a more innocent approach when looking at such a gift for our population, we should look through a young south African child laborer’s perspective when evaluating the internet. Would the child take the gift and use it for the wrong purposes misunderstood in its nature or would he use it as it is meant to be a learning tool for the privileged. I would hope that the child would accept his gift and use it correctly to better his life and go farther than anyone without the internet or access to college papers by professor and student alike focused on many different parts of the world, or have access to communication with any person around the world.
This is what the gift that we have been given should be used for not illegal activities or hurtful messages that could be seen throughout the world and will never be deleted.
Op-ed reflection
In the course of this project we were given a list of globalizing factors and were told to choose one and do an in-depth study on our subject. Were then after extensive research wrote an Op-ed and drew a cartoon. This represents our views on our subject through two different mediums.
Throughout the course of this study I have come to understand that unlike I thought before this project globalization has beneficial factors that could make a positive impact on more than just one group of people. I, before this project, was leaning towards the jihad side of what we had previously studied; Jihad is the near exact opposite of globalization. I had a more sense of comfort towards jihad, which was before I understood how globalization could be beneficial to our education system.
Throughout my cartooning process I have come to understand that just because I understand what I am trying to get across does not mean that the readers will understand as well. From my first draft to my last draft I have learned that bold text, good details and a lot of work will give the viewer a better comprehension of what the cartoon is saying. I throughout the process I made no major idea changes but made the text bigger, and rewrote the text part of my cartoon.
My op-ed was the most difficult part of the project. It was difficult because of all the little details that were necessary and the word requirements. I made no major changes to my op-ed but really enjoyed the experience of writing about something that is relevant to what I do now every day. Throughout the op-ed process I had a lot of time to think about what kinds of virtual communities I belong to and found that I am in a lot of them ranging from social media to videogames, you never know what will happen until it does.
In the course of this project we were given a list of globalizing factors and were told to choose one and do an in-depth study on our subject. Were then after extensive research wrote an Op-ed and drew a cartoon. This represents our views on our subject through two different mediums.
Throughout the course of this study I have come to understand that unlike I thought before this project globalization has beneficial factors that could make a positive impact on more than just one group of people. I, before this project, was leaning towards the jihad side of what we had previously studied; Jihad is the near exact opposite of globalization. I had a more sense of comfort towards jihad, which was before I understood how globalization could be beneficial to our education system.
Throughout my cartooning process I have come to understand that just because I understand what I am trying to get across does not mean that the readers will understand as well. From my first draft to my last draft I have learned that bold text, good details and a lot of work will give the viewer a better comprehension of what the cartoon is saying. I throughout the process I made no major idea changes but made the text bigger, and rewrote the text part of my cartoon.
My op-ed was the most difficult part of the project. It was difficult because of all the little details that were necessary and the word requirements. I made no major changes to my op-ed but really enjoyed the experience of writing about something that is relevant to what I do now every day. Throughout the op-ed process I had a lot of time to think about what kinds of virtual communities I belong to and found that I am in a lot of them ranging from social media to videogames, you never know what will happen until it does.
Africa IMPERIALISM: creative historians
The boy and the bull
I awake with the sun. It’s a huge beautiful yellow; I can tell it will be hot today. As I stand up I no longer focus on the sun, because I can only see a small bit through the top of my window in cape flats, the biggest slum for a hundred miles. I have a mission set in my mind, I have been planning it for a month now. I have made all the preparations; made sure I had a bike along with my two companions, have done the research of finding out where to start, found safe routes, asked who to talk to to find my desired information. I fall asleep while thinking of what will come.
Corrugated iron roofs for as far as the eye can see, there are spots here and there of clothes on the line or different colored roofs, there are wooden homes that range from 4x4 to 7x7, these homes can have as many as ten people living in them at once, but I myself, my name is Amadi, have a mother that works at the garbage facility in the planning district. She makes moderately more pay than almost everyone in Cape Flats. I am her only child, so we have plenty of extra space, we could live in a nicer area if we chose, but we’re okay with where we are now, although we don’t have a nice big house we, eat well with the money we save, and we are in fact the only shack for 2 miles to have a bathhouse and two bedrooms. Our living conditions aren’t great, but I have so many friends here, my two best friends are Jamal and Tyrone we spend a lot of time at my house mainly for room’s sake but I have been to their houses a few times, where they live it is very busy, there are so many people all packed into one room it is hard to imagine. I am pretty skinny despite getting more food because I don’t have to work to help out my mom, I am not very strong but I am happy to say that I am fast .I can run for hours if necessary. I like soccer the best but will play anything that is offered. I have saved my money well and for one of my birthdays my mom gave me the last of the money that I needed to buy a real soccer ball I take that thing everywhere whether it be to school or to a friend’s house it is starting to get some wear and tear but is still a great ball I would even go as far as calling it lucky, once I was at a large open field with Jamal and Tyrone just kicking it around when one of the local gangs came by and chased us away guns blazing none of us were hit, who knows maybe it’s a lucky ball.
I am in a ring all of a sudden the scenery is a lushes forest I am in a cleared out area that as a high wooden fence surrounding it I go to look around and see an eight hundred pound bull racing toward me I can hear my two best friends voices in the background screaming at me to move but I’m locked with fear, I can’t move. Its barreling the meters down 10 meters, 5, 3, it’s on me now… I awoke in a cold sweat panting a scream nearly coming out, I start coughing its loud enough to wake my mother she pulls back the curtain to my room and asks me what happened I say I’ve gotten a case of the troubles. She tells me to have a sip of water then go back to bed, I obey.
I was walking through the street one afternoon after school
My dream keeps coming back the one about the bull. I’ve decided to tell my friends about the dream I invite them to my house after school and the come after a while, they had to go home and some chores once they’re over I tell them about it and they agree it is trying to tell me something we decide we’ll all try to do some research. I do my research after hours at my mom’s work where she has access to a computer; I don’t know where Jamal and Tyrone will research. A week goes by before I find anything on the topic it appears to be a ceremonial coming of age ritual for boys that are between 13 and 16.
After a few more weeks of research I found out where we would find out more about the ceremonies. We have decided to set out next week for a large tall building called the Safmarine house in apartment 316 on the twentieth floor.
Once we have arrived at our destination we take the six minute elevator ride up to the twentieth floor we start walking down the sides of the immense hallway searching for the door that says 316. We come up to the door and gently knock as not to disrupt entirely the symphony that is coming from behind the door. After a few seconds the door opens to a giant of a man the softly welcomes us into his home and offers us a seat across from him at a study desk.
“What are you looking to find out” he says casually.
I reply with “well, we’re looking to find out about where, how, and when we could do this ceremony thing.”
“This is not some ceremony thing!” He states with a passion “now either you can take this seriously or I can show you the door.”
“My apologies mr.Somanata we are taking this seriously” I say
“Now I will be accompanying you through the process and we must leave immediately if we are to get to our appointment I made” he explains “let’s go”
Without hesitation we take the long elevator ride back down to the main floor then once were heading toward the front doors we take a sharp right turn down a dark stair case, my hearts pounding now, I wasn’t sure what I was expecting but this was definitely not it. We reach a tall thick metal door, he opens the door to a large open area filled with cars, I now realized that he owns a car and is intending on driving us to the bull corral as he called it earlier.
We pull out of the garage and the space outside begins to blur by as if were going a hundred miles an hour. I flash back to the present from a dreamlike state of imagining what will happen in the next few hours, we’re turning onto a bumpy dirt road. These constant bumps make it impossible for me to reenter that state that I was in before.
I ask “how much longer until we arrive?”
“Can you not wait to become a man, this is a process that few go through and you just are to childish to hold your patience!” He says angrily “maybe I shall just turn around and go back?”
“NO!” we all say in unison
“All right then shall we just be patient” he responds
We have arrived at the bull corral and we get out of the car to some farmer like men that are leaning on a fence, the laugh at our stature one boy scrawny, the other large and a bit uncoordinated and finally a boy that is about average build and petty athletic. Our manager as we’ve come to calling him talks to the farmers and explains why we’re here and tells them that the appointment is for us. They oblige to what he says and bring a bull into a closed corral while we talk over what we’re going to do to kill this bull and change into our clothes they let us in and we begin.
All of a sudden I turn and see an eight hundred pound bull racing toward me I can hear my two best friends voices in the background screaming at me to move but I’m locked with fear, I can’t move. Its barreling the meters down 10 meters, 5, 3, I finally get myself into motion but I have no need Tyrone the giant that he is sprints at full go to intersect the bull and lowers his shoulder and jams it into the bull’s rib cage sending it limping and staggering to the ground Jamal week and scrawny kicks the bull in the same spot that Tyrone had hit it with his shoulder. The bull furious now gets to its feet staggering slightly and charges at me again but this time I’ve learned my lesson waiting until the last second to doge out of the way and punch him in the ribs in the same spot as the other two. It has broken ribs by now. It falls and lets out a painful cry, we take advantage of his pain and kick him there many times over until he gives up we then have Tyrone begin to try to choke them out as Jamal and I take turns jumping and landing on the bulls ribs causing it agonizing pain its struggling less and less with each jump Tyrone squeezes harder and harder making it impossible for the animal to breath I can tell it has given up and takes its final breath.
I can’t believe it we have officially become men.
Corrugated iron roofs for as far as the eye can see, there are spots here and there of clothes on the line or different colored roofs, there are wooden homes that range from 4x4 to 7x7, these homes can have as many as ten people living in them at once, but I myself, my name is Amadi, have a mother that works at the garbage facility in the planning district. She makes moderately more pay than almost everyone in Cape Flats. I am her only child, so we have plenty of extra space, we could live in a nicer area if we chose, but we’re okay with where we are now, although we don’t have a nice big house we, eat well with the money we save, and we are in fact the only shack for 2 miles to have a bathhouse and two bedrooms. Our living conditions aren’t great, but I have so many friends here, my two best friends are Jamal and Tyrone we spend a lot of time at my house mainly for room’s sake but I have been to their houses a few times, where they live it is very busy, there are so many people all packed into one room it is hard to imagine. I am pretty skinny despite getting more food because I don’t have to work to help out my mom, I am not very strong but I am happy to say that I am fast .I can run for hours if necessary. I like soccer the best but will play anything that is offered. I have saved my money well and for one of my birthdays my mom gave me the last of the money that I needed to buy a real soccer ball I take that thing everywhere whether it be to school or to a friend’s house it is starting to get some wear and tear but is still a great ball I would even go as far as calling it lucky, once I was at a large open field with Jamal and Tyrone just kicking it around when one of the local gangs came by and chased us away guns blazing none of us were hit, who knows maybe it’s a lucky ball.
I am in a ring all of a sudden the scenery is a lushes forest I am in a cleared out area that as a high wooden fence surrounding it I go to look around and see an eight hundred pound bull racing toward me I can hear my two best friends voices in the background screaming at me to move but I’m locked with fear, I can’t move. Its barreling the meters down 10 meters, 5, 3, it’s on me now… I awoke in a cold sweat panting a scream nearly coming out, I start coughing its loud enough to wake my mother she pulls back the curtain to my room and asks me what happened I say I’ve gotten a case of the troubles. She tells me to have a sip of water then go back to bed, I obey.
I was walking through the street one afternoon after school
My dream keeps coming back the one about the bull. I’ve decided to tell my friends about the dream I invite them to my house after school and the come after a while, they had to go home and some chores once they’re over I tell them about it and they agree it is trying to tell me something we decide we’ll all try to do some research. I do my research after hours at my mom’s work where she has access to a computer; I don’t know where Jamal and Tyrone will research. A week goes by before I find anything on the topic it appears to be a ceremonial coming of age ritual for boys that are between 13 and 16.
After a few more weeks of research I found out where we would find out more about the ceremonies. We have decided to set out next week for a large tall building called the Safmarine house in apartment 316 on the twentieth floor.
Once we have arrived at our destination we take the six minute elevator ride up to the twentieth floor we start walking down the sides of the immense hallway searching for the door that says 316. We come up to the door and gently knock as not to disrupt entirely the symphony that is coming from behind the door. After a few seconds the door opens to a giant of a man the softly welcomes us into his home and offers us a seat across from him at a study desk.
“What are you looking to find out” he says casually.
I reply with “well, we’re looking to find out about where, how, and when we could do this ceremony thing.”
“This is not some ceremony thing!” He states with a passion “now either you can take this seriously or I can show you the door.”
“My apologies mr.Somanata we are taking this seriously” I say
“Now I will be accompanying you through the process and we must leave immediately if we are to get to our appointment I made” he explains “let’s go”
Without hesitation we take the long elevator ride back down to the main floor then once were heading toward the front doors we take a sharp right turn down a dark stair case, my hearts pounding now, I wasn’t sure what I was expecting but this was definitely not it. We reach a tall thick metal door, he opens the door to a large open area filled with cars, I now realized that he owns a car and is intending on driving us to the bull corral as he called it earlier.
We pull out of the garage and the space outside begins to blur by as if were going a hundred miles an hour. I flash back to the present from a dreamlike state of imagining what will happen in the next few hours, we’re turning onto a bumpy dirt road. These constant bumps make it impossible for me to reenter that state that I was in before.
I ask “how much longer until we arrive?”
“Can you not wait to become a man, this is a process that few go through and you just are to childish to hold your patience!” He says angrily “maybe I shall just turn around and go back?”
“NO!” we all say in unison
“All right then shall we just be patient” he responds
We have arrived at the bull corral and we get out of the car to some farmer like men that are leaning on a fence, the laugh at our stature one boy scrawny, the other large and a bit uncoordinated and finally a boy that is about average build and petty athletic. Our manager as we’ve come to calling him talks to the farmers and explains why we’re here and tells them that the appointment is for us. They oblige to what he says and bring a bull into a closed corral while we talk over what we’re going to do to kill this bull and change into our clothes they let us in and we begin.
All of a sudden I turn and see an eight hundred pound bull racing toward me I can hear my two best friends voices in the background screaming at me to move but I’m locked with fear, I can’t move. Its barreling the meters down 10 meters, 5, 3, I finally get myself into motion but I have no need Tyrone the giant that he is sprints at full go to intersect the bull and lowers his shoulder and jams it into the bull’s rib cage sending it limping and staggering to the ground Jamal week and scrawny kicks the bull in the same spot that Tyrone had hit it with his shoulder. The bull furious now gets to its feet staggering slightly and charges at me again but this time I’ve learned my lesson waiting until the last second to doge out of the way and punch him in the ribs in the same spot as the other two. It has broken ribs by now. It falls and lets out a painful cry, we take advantage of his pain and kick him there many times over until he gives up we then have Tyrone begin to try to choke them out as Jamal and I take turns jumping and landing on the bulls ribs causing it agonizing pain its struggling less and less with each jump Tyrone squeezes harder and harder making it impossible for the animal to breath I can tell it has given up and takes its final breath.
I can’t believe it we have officially become men.
Africa imperialism: Creative Historians
In this project we studied how imperialism came and went from African countries and how the individual countries were affected by the new powers. Leading up to this assignment we read and studied about Nigeria and it’s specific before and after effects of imperialism.
My story best uses the literary element of round characters you can see this in affect in this part of the story “After my nightmare I slept with no other dreams. After what seems like ten seconds my mom comes in waking me with a rush saying come quickly. I leap out of bed throw some cloths on and race into the main room. My mom, Tyrone and Jamal are all there standing next to a cake that says happy birthday on it, I ask who it’s for and they all reply at once saying you like it couldn’t be anybody else. This is when my brain chose to remember that it’s my sixteenth birthday.” This part of the story shows that the main character may not be the brightest fellow but has good choice in friends and enjoys spending time with his mother.
I struggled most with historical integration, I had troubles finding on how South Africa became imperialized and left imperialism. I had to base my story in present times and it had turned out really well. I had to put my story in the present tense and had no room for refining historical references.
I had to totally restart my story and thus had little time for very many refinements I believe that this one change was for the better of my story and as this change was so substantial I have no recollection of the previous story and the change.
In this project we studied how imperialism came and went from African countries and how the individual countries were affected by the new powers. Leading up to this assignment we read and studied about Nigeria and it’s specific before and after effects of imperialism.
My story best uses the literary element of round characters you can see this in affect in this part of the story “After my nightmare I slept with no other dreams. After what seems like ten seconds my mom comes in waking me with a rush saying come quickly. I leap out of bed throw some cloths on and race into the main room. My mom, Tyrone and Jamal are all there standing next to a cake that says happy birthday on it, I ask who it’s for and they all reply at once saying you like it couldn’t be anybody else. This is when my brain chose to remember that it’s my sixteenth birthday.” This part of the story shows that the main character may not be the brightest fellow but has good choice in friends and enjoys spending time with his mother.
I struggled most with historical integration, I had troubles finding on how South Africa became imperialized and left imperialism. I had to base my story in present times and it had turned out really well. I had to put my story in the present tense and had no room for refining historical references.
I had to totally restart my story and thus had little time for very many refinements I believe that this one change was for the better of my story and as this change was so substantial I have no recollection of the previous story and the change.