I have been sick now for about three weeks. It started out when I had to make an emergency run to the eye doctor. I knew I didn't have pink eye, but my eyes were red, swollen and mucus was pouring out of them! Turns out I have a rare condition where my EYELIDS are infected from a sinus infection. WTH?! True. And they still hurt like a (*@^#*&@^.
My sinus infection doesn't seem to want to go away either. I am still sick and feel like total crap. This makes concentrating on my homework particularly hard.
I need to get well. Lordy, b...please.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
The funny places we go...
As midterms drew close, my writing class was split into groups to write a group essay. Each of us had to present to the other members of our group an example artifact on which we would write an analysis.
I went about online searching speeches and song lyrics, trying to find something that caught my eye and looked promising. I decided on one speech in particular and emailed it to the rest of my group.
At our group meeting, we talked about the four different speeches we all presented. Two were speeches of Lincoln and another was Reagan talking about the Challenger Explosion. They were very strong artifacts, indeed. Then there was mine. I never really thought they would pick mine because I had chosen one that was indeed VERY long and very intense, not to mention controversial. My speech was written by none other than the famous Malcolm X.
Little did I know, but my speech was chosen. I then had to set out to familiarize myself with Malcolm X, his life, his work, and his death. It was this chance meeting that the view of life was to be altered.
I never knew he had a significant connection to the Middle East. I never knew about his horrible childhood. I never knew he was never involved in violence. I had grown up under the impression that Malcolm X was nothing but a violent black extremist. I was wrong.
So many things have struck me about his life, his work, his speeches and his mission. I learned one thing in particular about him. He told someone in a letter (that is in his FBI file) that a real man admits when he is wrong. There was a point a year before his death that he made a split from his religious group because of the hypocrisy and he made his pilgrimage to Mecca. It was this trip that changed him. He realized that life isn't black and white, but that we are all just humans. We all deserved the same rights. He came home and professed he was wrong about blacks being superior...we are all equal. I am sure that he knew this would cause his own death. But he faced everyone with his faith anyway.
It just struck a cord in me. Such a tragedy.
I went about online searching speeches and song lyrics, trying to find something that caught my eye and looked promising. I decided on one speech in particular and emailed it to the rest of my group.
At our group meeting, we talked about the four different speeches we all presented. Two were speeches of Lincoln and another was Reagan talking about the Challenger Explosion. They were very strong artifacts, indeed. Then there was mine. I never really thought they would pick mine because I had chosen one that was indeed VERY long and very intense, not to mention controversial. My speech was written by none other than the famous Malcolm X.
Little did I know, but my speech was chosen. I then had to set out to familiarize myself with Malcolm X, his life, his work, and his death. It was this chance meeting that the view of life was to be altered.
I never knew he had a significant connection to the Middle East. I never knew about his horrible childhood. I never knew he was never involved in violence. I had grown up under the impression that Malcolm X was nothing but a violent black extremist. I was wrong.
So many things have struck me about his life, his work, his speeches and his mission. I learned one thing in particular about him. He told someone in a letter (that is in his FBI file) that a real man admits when he is wrong. There was a point a year before his death that he made a split from his religious group because of the hypocrisy and he made his pilgrimage to Mecca. It was this trip that changed him. He realized that life isn't black and white, but that we are all just humans. We all deserved the same rights. He came home and professed he was wrong about blacks being superior...we are all equal. I am sure that he knew this would cause his own death. But he faced everyone with his faith anyway.
It just struck a cord in me. Such a tragedy.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
May...sooner please!
I was royally chewed out by my Hebrew professor yesterday. Granted, I only showed up with probably half my game (ok, maybe even less) but DAMN. He is unbelievably talented in what he does. He pushes until you break, he doesn't back down, he instinctively knows what you can do (better than yourself)...but he is also unflinching. I got up at 4 am this morning just to overly (in itself laughable) prepare myself for class. I bust my butt hours upon hours a week.
He is one of those characters that change your life. Sometimes, I am not sure how, but I am sure the course of my journey will be altered because of him.
I am tired. TIRED. My tattoo was also finished yesterday (yay!) and I cannot believe it. I look forward to the day I can wear a shirt without flinching. LOL
He is one of those characters that change your life. Sometimes, I am not sure how, but I am sure the course of my journey will be altered because of him.
I am tired. TIRED. My tattoo was also finished yesterday (yay!) and I cannot believe it. I look forward to the day I can wear a shirt without flinching. LOL
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