In Class # 14

"Son I know things have been hard between the two of you, but you guys have been together for so long." My dad speaks with a sympathetic air. "Your future is at stake here and she is .. really good for you Pat." The hesitation in his voice brings a chuckle to my throat that I force down.

The only reason they ever wanted me to begin dating this girl is due to her parents. Royalty, not that my opinion matters anymore. It is always for the best interest of the family. Which brings us to the rest of the conversation after my crook of a father tries to play good guy.

My fathers voice swoons the words as he speaks. " I know it is hard for you to see this right now, but the family needs you to do this. For any chance of us to get out of this pit we need a little help. She is our help, your help Pat. Why do you have to argue with her in such a way?

I refuse to give him the benefit of any thing other than silence. He deserves much less for the pain her forces his love, his children, through. The arguments carry on like I have decided to quite my job and schooling. If my father could only see how spineless he is with his constant begging. The world is not fixed by mere luck and hope. If he would just try to get a job and would have made mother stay things wouldn't be like this.

" Pat are you listening to me? i am here trying to help you and you won't even take the chance to take some advice."

I simply walk away, no words, no pain, just silence.

In Class blog # 12

It makes sense to see the world that way. To see every last thought and idea as porperty to someone else. It leads to restriction, but I know if i was given the chance to do the same as some of the bigger corporations i would. Greed is a strong motivation for many, and common good seems to have slipped down hill. The understanding of development just blooms with remakes of something earlier that has been slightly transformed. These laws weigh over the heads of many inventors and thinkers I am sure, but what kind of impact would be strong enough to over hand the greed of many. There are artists and inventors out there that are willing to share their ideas. An example group of that is Nine Inch Nails, whose last album has left legal rights to any listener. They have allowed people to take their music and reform it into something else. I don't know if this has been done, but it makes a lot of sense to me. If all music did this then the growth of music could continue at a rate that it has in the past 300 years. Music and science act a lot a like. If inventors allowed their products to be taken, looked at, and transformed life would progress even faster then it is. Stem-cell research might have already been able to be used in a wide aspect of way if this were so. But, unfortunately, people are greedy and the ideas are locked away only to be used when needed for a high price. If the supply is down and the demand is up then they can make a pretty penny off of there one idea, but this one idea might only be able to help a burn victim. Which is really nice, but wouldn't it be nicer to be able to recreate the pupil of the eye, or replace a segment of the heart. I really think it would and maybe one day the information will be let out to the public to play with.

Reader Response #2

I was truthfully wandering if I was going to read anything that I would enjoy. Finally in the third week it comes in a comic strip. It really is almost ironic to find such strong ideas. The beginning of the story gasps my mind right away. Death is always interesting even though sad. The plot and thought thicken as the author talks, bluntly, about her fathers character. A homosexual who killed himself rather than take judgement from the small, tight knit town he lived in. To attempt to explain the reason he refused to leave, rather than stay and die, was based around the geography. Even then the ability to leave, truly, was never affected. The author then begins to show the reader the talent the house held under it's roof. Her parents never supporting her ideas, but merely revising and fixing, rather than simply teaching her and sitting with her. I begin to realize, the author, shows herself being alone a lot. Having to make her own meals and taking care of herself with out help. In fact the entire family seclude themselves individually only to meet during meal times. My favorite line is the vary last I read."And in this isolation, our creativity took on an aspect of compulsion." I find this line fascinating. Telling the reader that no longer do they even decide to be together, but rather it is now a habit. Something that is just what happens. It really is sad to be driven to isolation to full fill a persons' drive to improve, or do what they love. I say the way I do because in isolation how much can they really be enjoying themselves day after day. I really enjoy thinking about all of this and writing what I think about it. I just hope someone chooses to argue their point.

In class prompt #1

      I myself am not necessarily afraid of writing or reading. Instead I find it much harder to allow others to see the writings I have made. I always find myself writing then throwing away pieces of work simply because they don't seem good enough. I try to have confidence in myself, but some days it is harder than what I feel it should be. I let only my close friends read the things I write making it hard for me to find true criticism other than my own. Only a few teachers have ever seen my true writing, where I allow myself to try new things or ideas. Instead most receive, in my standards, below average work that lacks interest or significance. This may be due to my high standards I personally set and my low standards for another persons' work. I like to use a lot of describe details when I become comfortable, but I feel when I do I forget about organization or that I am adding to much detail and that the relevance of the subject i am writing becomes useless. I wish to write so that people feel when they read it, but I also want to improve my ability to move people in a more professional way. I do not need to be able to start key ideas for a revolution, but merely be proud of my work when I am finished. I feel that the anxiety that overwhelms a person as they are writing, much like a 20 ton rock hovering overhead, add stress to a writer making them crack and make errors.

Reader Response #1

Nemat's Reading reminded me, through out the reading, of the beginning of the movie Matilda. She is obsessed with reading, enjoying every word of it, to the point of making it a priority. Selling her things, such as her blue pencil box and smelly eraser, and living without, as an example her milk, all in order to expand her understanding of books. She even states reading has helped relationship with her mother. "A couple times every night, my mother opened the door of my bedroom to see what I was doing and smiled when she found me reading. In a way, books had saved us both." Using it to escape becoming entranced in the book reading it over even a second time. I myself have a greatly different view of love for books, though I enjoy reading as well, I do not have a passion such as hers.

I read a considerable amount less then Nemat does. Usually one book a year, if that, and one time for about a decade. I remember the story plot for the most part, if I enjoy the reading, making it impossible for me to reread the book until I have completely forgotten every detail the book holds. Never could I repeat as Nemat does so often in her free time. I have to say I am truthfully astonished by her compassion for books and novels. One book a week seems to much for me, a college student, to read at a continuous pattern. Though I am not currently reading a novel, this writing has inspired me to start reading a book that i have not touched for many years.