I don't get it.

Ummm... what?

^^My reaction in a nutshell to the Jim Crow Laws.

I was actually surprised as I read over the list of Jim Crow Laws that Mrs. Cardona provided us with. Maybe it's because I tend to zone out in history class, but I thought these laws would have outlined much worse treatment for African-American people. With the exception of about four, all of the laws set basically just separated white people from black people. I realize, of course, that this separation is really called segregation, and led to terrible treatment of black people because of this stupid thing called "racism", but they didn't explicitly state that black people were to be treated in a worse manner.

The laws were all appalling, nonetheless. There must have been seven or eight laws about inter-racial marriage in that list alone! I really can't imagine what it would have been like to live through that time period, black or white. I especially can't understand what was going on in the heads of the white people who just sat there and watched it happened. It's so frustrating to me that people could watch other people, just like them only with the skin a different color, suffer, and not have just the basic freedoms that they did. It's disgusting. It really pains me to sit here and think about the fact that this really happened. It's just so preposterous.

How could they be so HEARTLESS?

"Yes, saucers!"

     As usual, I procrastinated on my homework. So when everyone got the packet with short stories in class on Friday, I listened to then read through them and marvel at the fact that they were actually enjoyable to read. Annie actually laughed out loud multiple times while sitting next to me. So when I started reading the packet today, I had high expectations. So I started with the first story (obviously,  my seemingly-OCD personality wouldn't let it happen any other way) and, while it was amusing, I was far from laughing out loud or physically showing any emotion, even though I was alone in my room and could've toppled off of my bed laughing so hard for all I cared. The following stories were good as well (I use good as an understatement to help with the drama I'm attempting to build  here. They were definitely more interesting than 99% of our required readings for school.). Then I got to the last one.
     I loved it. Throughout the whole story I could picture a four-year old simply excited by these words. I have a younger brother who's 10 years old now, but I remember how goofy he was when he was younger. So I was really picturing my brother getting all worked up over the words. For some reason, though, as I was reading, I kept thinking that when the author found out that these words weren't what they were "supposed" to be, he would be angry, but I just loved that it made happy instead. Debatably my favorite line was probably "And so my eyes became saucers. Yes, saucers!" The fact that he oh-so-casually states the level of enthusiasm he had, and then gets excited about his reaction is just so great. I think the reason that I'm so drawn to this piece is that I can really feel the author's personality. I love stories like that where you can really tell that what they're saying is more than just black text on dull white paper.

So adorable!

p.s. I know in your latest post, Mrs. Cardona, you said something about people screwing with the times, and that's what is happening to me, but totally on accident. Right now it says I'm posting this at almost 3:00, when it's actually almost 5:00. I didn't do this on purpose (obviously, or else I probably wouldn't be writing this to tell you) but I'm trying to switch it to our time zone right now (and failing miserably, but trying my best!!)

Why I Write

I kind of covered a bit of this in my essay about reading (of course, only Mrs. Cardona would know that), but my reasons for writing aren't exactly exciting. When I started reading when I was little, I fell in love with the concept of stories. My life has always been quite mundane, so stories kind of allowed me to experience something unusual and exhilarating for a bit of a change. My fourth and fifth grade teacher was a puppateer along with being a teacher so she told stories nearly nonstop in her class, and I couldn't get enough of it. The only reason I've been able to stand history classes is because I like hearing the stories of what happened to all of these important people.

It makes sense, then, that when I write, I tend to write more of a story. Most of my teachers say I have no problem adding "voice" to my papers. The whole concept of a story really became a passion for me almost on accident. I didn't start writing short stories or keeping a journal or anything (though I maybe should have) but I got involved in theater (which I would consider involved with stories) and I started blogging. 

So a lot of the why I write is because, well I have to. It's graded. And A's don't look bad on a college application. But blogging and any other writing I do usually happens for one of three reasons: I'm trying to be at least a bit entertaining, I'm bored, or I just need to get my thoughts out. For a while I was thinking that writing would be something I really wanted to do as a profession, and while I've broadened my horizons a bit, I don't think I'll every stop enjoying writing.

First Post

I really don't know what to write here.

I have another blog that's a tumblr and really casual, more photo-oriented (in my opinion) and altogether different from this website, so I feel like I should write using less abbreviations. I'm thinking things like "too kewl" and "fur shur"  probably wouldn't be a good idea on a blog that's getting graded in some sense.

I would link to my tumblr, but like I said, that's a completely different story, and pretty boring.

Well, essentially, this is my new blog. If you want to know a bit more about me, there is an "About Me" tab conveniently. Thanks for reading? 

Ugh, this is so different.

Also, no judgement on the title. I'm not exactly what you would call a "really creative person".