The Pit and the Pendulum

I fell and i fell and I fell. And as I reached the bottom of the pit I came unto a large sheet of freezing water. Terrified, tired, and and seemingly tiny in this pit, I fought to stay above the surface of the pitch black liquid. Slowly, so slowly, I lost the will, the eneergy to stay above the surface and I felt the water welcome me like the jaws of a terrible beast. The water poured over my head and the pressure grew exceedingly greater. At last I could not hold my breath any longer and I inhaled, my lungs filling with water. The feeling that struck me was not terror, but of release. I was no longer being tortured and I would gladly accept this fate if it meant no more pain. Drifting underneath the water felt like...going home.

Team Poe

Even though he was neither a vampire or werewolf, I choose Team Poe. He's a much better candidate for Bella, obviously. I love Poe because he was passionate about what he did. So passionate in fact that it did not matter how much money he actually had. He was very poor, and yet he continued to write poem after poem instead of finding a different job. He loved what he did. He was good at it as well. Even though not acknowledged during his time period, Edgar Allen Poe was a great poet, who managed to catch every motion he wanted to into his poems and stories so easily yet so well. I admire his passion for what he did and it is very easy to see how much he loved poetry just by reading one of his works.

The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls

I thought that this poem had a really great meaning behind something so obvious in nature that I think we all take for granted more often than not. I love how the author uses the waves to describe our lives. We often think that we are very great people and are very important, but in the end our impact, if we had any is eventually washed away. Time will keep on going no matter what. The waves will keep rolling in regardless of what happens and I think we all need to take that into account. If we knew the waves would wash away our mark, would we all try a little bit harder to make our impact deeper, to last longer? Would we acknowledge the footprints before the're washed away?

Nature

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McCarthy Hearings

http://www.u-s-history.com/pages/h1769.html

In this article it discusses the grip that McCarthy had on the United States. After a while though he began to make more and more ridiculous accusations. Once, the hearings were televised, everyone saw how McCarthy acted during the hearings and disapproved. I think this is a great show of the American culture. Before people saw the indecency of the hearings they got caught up in the craze of the "witchhunt". After however, they realized that they got caught up in exactly what McCarthy was doing and was making crazy accusations towards others. It shows that we love to follow others until something makes us come to our senses and stop. Sometimes however we are too late and reputations are damaged as a result. McCarthy gained fame at first and then infamy due to these trials and the American people followed his actions unquestioningly for a long time.

The Crucible

The Crucible bothers me. It's not the writing. The writing is good. It's the characters. The characters bother me more and more as I continue reading. I'm bothered for one sole reason: They are hypocrites. The town is full of self-serving narcissists who claim they love God more than themselves. But it is only a claim. They say they follow God perfectly and that they are not sinners but they are. Proctor claims he is righteous and tells his wife to forget about the fact he slept with another woman. A 17 year old girl nonetheless. He does not see it as an issue at all and that he is still a righteous man. Parris is another hypocrite. He is the preacher in town but when witchcraft is suspected of his daughter he tries to keep it quiet instead of "purify" her. He is self serving and only wants to keep his job in town. Others claim they are righteous to the town but then send their daughters to conjure dead spirits. The truth is, all of these people would rather point their fingers at others instead of acknowledge their own faults

Squanto

So, i misread the assignments last week so this is a week late but the one due today was a week early. Talk about oblivious. I decided to research Squanto. He was originally trying to be sold into slavery by Thomas Hunt in Spain but he became free. He did his best to make it back to North America where he lived. During his time in Europe he learned to speak English. When he returned to North America he discovered that his tribe had been wiped by a epidemic caused by the Europeans a year previous. He decided to settle in Plymouth which is where his former village used to be. There, he taught the colonists how to fertilize crops to produce more crops and showed them good places to fish. This was during the first winter for the colonists and it was a very harsh winter at that. Without Squanto, most of the colonists at Plymouth would have died in the very first year.

Repent

We knowingly, constantly upset our God
We flock to sin like lightening to a metal rod
Day by day, and night by night
Convincing ourselves that it's alright.
We go to church and say we repent,
Then start the week and do it again.
That shouldn't be the case my friends,
Christ didn't die to let us sin.
He died to save our broken souls
Fix the cracks, and fill the holes.
Do not be blind to what He did
So I tell you, wholeheartedly repent.

The Biased Opinion about the Native Americans

It doesn't matter what journal I pick from to describe the bias against the Native Americans. The reason being: Every journal or documentary is biased against them. You know what? That makes me mad. We refer to these people as "savages" and "barbarians", but for what purpose? Because they were different? Because they didn't use guns to kill people? Because they were able to live off the land instead of monopolozing the whole thing? These people weren't savages at all. They found a different way to live and you know what? It worked for them. They saw the Europeans hurting and destroying the land, they saw them as a threat, so they attacked. It is human nature to attack when feeling threatened, not just something that "savages" do. Even in the National Geographic video, it was still incredibly biased. After all this time, haven't we learned they're not savages? They're just people who felt their way of life being threatened. They fought for what they believed in. So why are they looked down upon for it?

Native American Post

While reading these myths about Native Americans, I found myself comparing them to other myths that I have read. More specifically, The World On Turtle's Back. I couldn't help but compare it to so many other things that I have seen. First of all, in the sky there is a man and a women with a sacred tree in which they should not touch. Yet they do and the woman is ounished for it because she falls. In the Bible, Adam and Eve are forbidden to eat from a tree and when they do so they are banished from the Garden of Eden. Also, the daughter becomes pregnant mysteriously. Wasn't Jesus also conceived in a mysterious way? Third of all, the children that the woman bears are twins and they shape the Earth. In Roman mythology, the two founders were twins as well. In both stories the twins loathe eachother after a while and one kills the other. In just one story, how is it that several other religions fall right into place with this story? It has me questioning how these came to be in such different sections of the world.

Cross Country

So my life is completely going down the drain. While running a race yesterday I thought, "Hey, it'd be a great idea to blog about this later on". Yeah. My point exactly. For those of you who don't know me too well, I run cross country. I hate running. With a very deep passion. I lvoe cross country with the same amount of passion as the hate. Maybe even more. It's this crazy thing. A lot of times when I tell people that practice that night was hard and I'm exhausted, they ask me why I don't quit. The answer: I don't give up easily. Most people pass me off as a very passive person. Just for the sole reason that I try not to get into a lot of issues. They're kinda, sorta, really wrong. Cross country is a brutal sport. There's a saying "My sport is your sport's punishment". So true. When you're running a race or a work out during practice there's a point where the thought, "Can I even do this?" crosses your mind. It's at that point that you have to make a decision, to stop and go home, or endure the pain, finish the race, and get stronger and be filled with pride for such a crazy accomplishment. I like to think of cross country as the sport where you feel like accomplish something you think is impossible everyday. It branches out to other aspects of life as well. When the going gets tough in life, you learn to push through it knowing that you'll get stronger. I love cross country because it's a life changing thing and the team is like a family to me. I guess this paragraph is the product of too much free time on a sunday. Thanks for reading