Responce to November Blog #3

this semester has been a great experiance learning from the best! ( Shout out to Ms E double D Y!!!) you teach your class so well. one thing i would like to review on is the vocabulary terms from the very beggining of the semester. i just want to feel more secure about the terms for the final. Thanks a bunches Ms E double D Y (:

November Blog #2

Liberal= in accord with concepts of maximum individual freedom advocating measures of progressive political reform ( like change in government).

Conservative= disposed to preserve existing conditions (dont like change in government).

i find myself to be more of a liberal because i accept change in the government. if something isnt working out as it is then why keep it the same, you should change it to make it work.

November Blog #1

In the story "The Lottery" by Sheila Jackson the author argues that everything isnt always how it is inteneded to be. A mother is someone to run to when the thunder roars and to lay with when the "cucuy" is under your bed. In the book " A Child called It" the mother treats her poor child terribly causing him to suffer the inimaginable. She is the exact opposite of what a mother should be. Now a days young mothers dont take their responsibilities as mothers seriously leaving thier children to grow up alone and with bad influences. jackson wrote this fictionally to exaggerate the writing to make a better conection to the reader other than expository would not have had the same effect.

October Blog #1

Sweet, squishy and soft. A tiny marshmallow that talks. This small piece of happiness happens to have a name, Natalia Isabel Gonzalez. A three year old that adds just the right amount of sweetness to cold, economically devastated outside world. A marshmallow that I squeeze as soon as she attempts to run, yet stumbles at the doorstep, all to spend some time with her aunt, me. As I hold this tiny, sweet smelling, small piece of heaven i am reminded that the innocence i once had still lives on in the generations to come. When the white squishy morsel says my name with a lisp i realize there are still reasons to live for in the over exhausted sphere nicknamed earth by the mostly ignorant human inhabitants in it. the very reason to enjoy the world we live in is now sleeping in my unworthy arms. Sweet, squishy and soft. As close as I'll ever get to heaven. A marshmallow named Natalia.