Roxanne's English Blog

 Today In class we presented our Identity Bag Projects. I chose Shug Avery for my project.

To forgive is to help yourself. Although it may feel relieving to the one being forgiven, being the person who forgives weighs much more off your shoulder. Letting go of grudges and resentment is the only way you can truly move forward. I learned that lesson when I forgave my mother. I started to look at her in a different light and it allowed me to finally level with her without causing me so much mental stress. I now move forward with a more empathetic side and attempt to view every persons perspective. The novel shows the characters development and how Celie managed to forgive those who once did her wrong. The novel shows the readers how different cultures take pride and forgiveness differently. In the Olinka, it was forbidden to go against traditions it was a sense of betrayal. If you stepped out of line you were banished from the tribe. Then we see back in America how betrayal and difference is treated with Celie and Sofia. Different traditions and rules can change how a person vi...

 A song that brings me a specific memory would be "Everybody Talks" By Neon Trees. It brings back one of my happiest memory's as a kid. I remember that day me and my sister were playing in the living room and my mom walks in and says "Get ready we're going to the water park". When I tell you I was ecstatic I ran to my room and changed into my Minnie mouse swimsuit. This was the first time I had ever went to the water park so it felt extra special. I remember the car ride to the place, I was watching the window picturing a ninja man crossing on top of the cars and the song Everybody Talks blasting through the radio. The wind was gliding through my face while I was sticking my tongue out to see how dry it could get. Then I saw the pirate statue and knew we were close. I had the time of my life and every time I hear that song it brings me immense nostalgia and joy. 

The best gift I have ever received would be the gift of life. No matter how,when,or who created me I would say life would be the thing I'm most grateful to have. Being able to experience emotions good or bad is such a gift because it brings meaning to my existence. I am thankful to my mother for bringing me into the world and although it has it ups and downs I am very grateful for it. Today in class we read The Color Purple and worked on a worksheet.

 Something that strongly believed in that changed as I grew older would be the concept of God. As a kid I believed in Jehovah (God) and I would follow in his teachings every single day. Growing older I started to question Gods power and if he even existed. I started to question myself "If he's all powerful why is there so much pain in the world?" "Is God a man, women, or entity?" "Why does God punish us later in life for not having belief in something we've never seen?". Now that I am older I have a different concept of God. Just like how Shug expressed in The Color Purple (Love her concept so much makes me love the book even more) I started to see God as everything. Everything that has existed,exists,and will exist is God. I believe it's a manifestation we created and I honestly find the concept of God quite beautiful when it's not used in a malicious or beneficial way. I don't believe in the standard God concept but I believe in somet...

  Dear God Why would he do this? I've known Mr _____ for years and never once thought he'd be capable of this. It angers me, infuriates me even. I wanna kill em. I discovered Nettie's letters in Mr's _____ trunk. Under the pile of his dirty secrets I found my treasure. Oh Nettie, My poor Nettie, all this time thinking you were taken from me by God but this whole time it was really the devil who took you from me. As I flip through every envelope the rage inside my body grows. I've been nothing but good to that bastard. I cook, I clean, I work and work and work, yes I may not love him but ain't me being his slave enough. Im goin kill em. I go bout my day, cooking, cleaning, working but this time it ain't no regular cleaning. It's a distraction so I don't kill the bastard. He wasn't nun to me before but now he below nothin. My sister out there in the world and I ain't have a clue. Im goin kill em. Shug telling me it's not worth it Celie you ...

As a kid I never felt like I had my moms attention. She was always there but never quite there for me. It felt as if things I said or did were of no importance. I thought that had to do with me being a kid and part of it was because of that. As I grew older though I started to discover more things about my mother and her past which correlated to the way she is. Learning more about my mom made me start to understand her and how to get her attention. I finally learned how to be on the same level as her. I went from being invisible to her to finally being seen. Overall, I think what made our dynamic shift was me finally talking to her with things that resonate. 

 My Thanksgiving break was pretty mediocre to be honest. Not much occured besides me working. One particular day over the break though me and my best friend decided to go to the park for a walk. I brought my sister and my cousin and he brought his sister. We all ate at the park and I felt extremely happy in that moment. Feeling the chilly breeze as we watched the sunset felt euphoric. My cat had also given birth on the last day of the break so that was also crazy. Other than those two things my break was pretty boring.