As I have grown older, I have noticed that many components of my life have changed. I have been given a lot of responsibilities, a lot more freedom, and a lot more trust. Some of these changes I enjoy, because they make me feel like I have more control over my life. Others, however, I feel that they cut into my time and newly gained freedom.
In some cases things that I expected to change did not though. Becoming a teenager did not mean that I would be treated like and equal by grownup, nor be the perfect popular girl. I my 'when I'm a teenager' fantasies, I was just that. As I grew older though, I began to realize that things weren't going to go the way that I had planed. Still, until I became a teenager, I still had a small hope that my fantasies would come true.
This project was made to show that in becoming a teenager many things change, while others do not. I also want to show that sometimes things change and don't change when they are least expected to.
** My visual component is a painting so it cannot be put on the blog **
When I was younger I looked at the teenagers and thought, 'wow, I want to be like them. They are so cool and pretty, and probably have millions of friend who are just as cool and pretty.' Now as a teenager, looking back at those feelings, I want to tell my 8-year-old self to stop looking up to these people. Now that I know that these people are just people who act like they are cool.
Don't be them
The ones who
Look pretty and
Act cool,
Are really just
Shadows within
Skin
It is better to
Have soul and
Feeling than
Glitter on your
Skin
And plastic for a
Heart
So be yourself
Not who you
Are told
To be
Don't listen to
Those who criticize
You and snicker
As you walk
By
You won't be
Them, so don't expect
To be
It wouldn't have mattered if I had listened then, but I would have it store in my brain, ready to show itself when needed. It is hard to understand why to be yourself instead of following the "rules" of society. When I was younger, I was always told by my parents and relatives to be myself. Eventually I mentally put it in the category of "stupid, useless" things parents say. As I grew older I tried to be just another person in our society. I wanted to be "perfect" like the other girls.
I feel like people are
Looking at me weird
Does that matter?
Are they you?
No they are not
But
You answered yourself.
Why do you care?
Because...
See, you don't
Know
Don't bother
It isn't
Worth it
Do you know
Another way?
People say
To be yourself,
but what does that
mean?
It means what
It is.
Don't try to change
Don't expect to change
Becoming a teenager, although I didn't become popular and outgoing, brought me a truckload of changes. All of a sudden I became responsible for watching my brother, setting the table, buying groceries, doing my laundry, and helping to prepare dinner. When I was younger, I couldn't wait to become a "venerated" teenager; the responsibilities that came along with it had yet to infiltrate my skull. They were an after thought to the "world of popularity" that I would eventually enter. When I entered it, I was hit with a shock. My fantasy of teenage glory included me being a completely different, cooler, person, who defiantly wasn't doing the laundry.
Dear Mom and Dad,
You were right about being yourself. Although I'm still working to get there, and still hoping that one day I will wake up as a "cool" teenager, I have accepted who I am. It is very hard to accept that thing that you thought would happen never did, even if they are a little girl's fairytale. The responsibilities that I got when I became a teenager are hard to manage, but I've accepted that they are part of growing up. Maybe some things that I wanted to change never did, and the things that I never expected to changed. Either way, I have grown to accept that this is what happens.
--Micaela
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Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Essay: The Knife of Never Letting Go
The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness follows the coming of age of Todd in this science-fiction story. As a young child Todd didn’t know of anything hidden from him. When he got older, information that he was “sheltered” from gets forced in his direction. Todd had to accept that many things that were kept hidden from him as a child. When he found out that he was brought up with lies he is confused, and doesn’t want to believe it. This discovery helps him learn about the real world.
Todd grew up in Prentisstown, a town on the New World consisting only of males. As a child he was told that Prentisstown was the only settlement on New World. When forced to run away, he discovers many other settlements, and the truth that was hidden from him for his entire life.
In the beginning of his journeys, Todd learns that Prentisstown men aren't welcomed anywhere. The law of New World states that Prentisstown men found outside of Prentisstown will be killed. Luckily for Todd, he is still a boy, so he can't be killed; he still faces many hard feelings though. On his journeys, Todd sees his caretaker and substitute father, Ben, outside of Prentisstown. When men from a settlement see Ben, they say to Todd, "You might want to be careful who you start claiming as a parent, Todd" (378). Todd has a hard time facing that people, such as Ben, who he cares about are hated by the rest of New World. All of a sudden he had to accept that the people he grew up loving and looking up to are disliked by everyone else
A big mystery in this book is what happened to the women? Prentisstown is a completely male town. Todd and all of the other boys were told that the women were killed by a germ that was released by aliens, called spackle. When Ben told Todd the truth, Todd said, "The men of Prentisstown killed the women of Prentisstown" (393). This makes Todd feel hatred, more than he already had, for the men he grew up with. It also makes him feel hatred for himself for not figuring out the truth. He eventually comes to term with it, but hates his hometown even more. When he found this out, Todd didn’t believe it at first. He had always wished that he could meet his dead mother. It was easier to blame it on aliens, than his own neighbors.
Growing up, Todd was told the lie that Prentisstown was the only settlement on New World. Prentisstown had no associations with other settlements that Todd could remember; this was because Prentisstown was a "town in exile." Because of killing the women, the other New World settlements hated Prentisstown. "All men from Prentisstown were declared criminals. [They] couldn't leave" (394). Todd had a hard time accepting that other settlements existed, because he had grown up with the idea that Prentisstown was the only settlement. As he travels, he sees the world that he had missed out on as a younger boy. Seeing the real New World helped him come to terms with other things that came out at him after leaving Prentisstown such as what happened to the women, and why Prentisstown men aren’t welcome anywhere
Todd changes, and becomes more accepting and less ignorant as he learns more about the world. He is aware and accepts that he was brought up with lie, and he changes into a more accepting and knowledgeable-about-the-world person.
Todd grew up in Prentisstown, a town on the New World consisting only of males. As a child he was told that Prentisstown was the only settlement on New World. When forced to run away, he discovers many other settlements, and the truth that was hidden from him for his entire life.
In the beginning of his journeys, Todd learns that Prentisstown men aren't welcomed anywhere. The law of New World states that Prentisstown men found outside of Prentisstown will be killed. Luckily for Todd, he is still a boy, so he can't be killed; he still faces many hard feelings though. On his journeys, Todd sees his caretaker and substitute father, Ben, outside of Prentisstown. When men from a settlement see Ben, they say to Todd, "You might want to be careful who you start claiming as a parent, Todd" (378). Todd has a hard time facing that people, such as Ben, who he cares about are hated by the rest of New World. All of a sudden he had to accept that the people he grew up loving and looking up to are disliked by everyone else
A big mystery in this book is what happened to the women? Prentisstown is a completely male town. Todd and all of the other boys were told that the women were killed by a germ that was released by aliens, called spackle. When Ben told Todd the truth, Todd said, "The men of Prentisstown killed the women of Prentisstown" (393). This makes Todd feel hatred, more than he already had, for the men he grew up with. It also makes him feel hatred for himself for not figuring out the truth. He eventually comes to term with it, but hates his hometown even more. When he found this out, Todd didn’t believe it at first. He had always wished that he could meet his dead mother. It was easier to blame it on aliens, than his own neighbors.
Growing up, Todd was told the lie that Prentisstown was the only settlement on New World. Prentisstown had no associations with other settlements that Todd could remember; this was because Prentisstown was a "town in exile." Because of killing the women, the other New World settlements hated Prentisstown. "All men from Prentisstown were declared criminals. [They] couldn't leave" (394). Todd had a hard time accepting that other settlements existed, because he had grown up with the idea that Prentisstown was the only settlement. As he travels, he sees the world that he had missed out on as a younger boy. Seeing the real New World helped him come to terms with other things that came out at him after leaving Prentisstown such as what happened to the women, and why Prentisstown men aren’t welcome anywhere
Todd changes, and becomes more accepting and less ignorant as he learns more about the world. He is aware and accepts that he was brought up with lie, and he changes into a more accepting and knowledgeable-about-the-world person.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Coming of Age Writing Prompt #5: What are some epiphanies that you have had about yourself?
Why does it matter
Who said it did
Maybe it was me
Who made that decision
Because the decision is me
Why does it matter what he
Thinks, she
Thinks, they
Think
Why does it affect me
Thoughts are for
Those who think them
Does it change me because I know
He hates
Me, I annoy
Her, to them I'm
Weird
To me
I'm me
And me is happy,
The way me is
Who said it did
Maybe it was me
Who made that decision
Because the decision is me
Why does it matter what he
Thinks, she
Thinks, they
Think
Why does it affect me
Thoughts are for
Those who think them
Does it change me because I know
He hates
Me, I annoy
Her, to them I'm
Weird
To me
I'm me
And me is happy,
The way me is
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
The Secret Life of Bees By Sue Monk Kidd
It is hard for human being to come to come to terms with drastic mistakes that they made in their past; nothing is different for Lily Owens from The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd.
At the age of three Lily shot her mother. It wasn’t purposeful; she found a gun lying on the floor of her parents’ South Carolina home, and not knowing what she was doing, pulled the trigger. Lily’s mistake haunts her continuously with pain, self-pity and regret, and denial that it really was her.
Many times in the book she remembers that life changing day, and is not sure what to make of it in her mind. Sometimes Lily will make herself believe a scenario where it was really her father who fired the gun. She still always knew somewhere deep-down-inside that it was her, and no one else. In the book she states, “I knew that the explosion I’d heard that day had killed her. The sound still sneaked into my head once in a while and surprised me” (17). This quote shows a sense of not being at terms with what had happened. When she says that the sound surprised her, a reader can interpret that she tried to forget about killing her mother, instead of accepting what happened. This causes her to blame others, the others being her father T. Ray. When she is in denial, all of the anger she has is focused on T. Ray. At those moments she truly hates him.
Many people associate a certain time or feeling with a certain sound. For Lily, a sound for misery is the gun shot that replays itself in her mind. That sound changed her life. If it had never happened, Lily could be living far away from T. Ray and with her mother. A quote that illustrates this is when she says, “The sound had torn through the room and gouged our hearts”(17). Lily uses very strong language in this part to show her pain. The word ‘gouged’ is a standout here. The dictionary definition is “to cut or scoop out” (The American Heritage Desk Dictionary and Thesaurus, 331). It is as if a part of her and T. Ray was taken away when the gun had fired. This part of her being taken away causes her to see and feel her pain from everything.
Self-pity is a feeling that is natural in humans. What Lily feels isn’t quite self-pity though. She pities herself because she has to live with killing her mother, but she also pities others because of the pain that she caused them. This feeling can be classified as regret. Lily finds it coming up everywhere. “I felt that [August] knew what a lying, murderous, hating, person I really was” (71), Lily states in the book. Her pity for herself and others, and her regret puts Lily in a state where she feels that everyone knows what she did.
The mistake that Lily made when she shot her mother haunts her without ceasing. She feels regret, disbelief, and pain related to that topic and she can’t put it out of her mind.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Coming of Age Response: What are some traditonal markers for growing up in our culture? How do you think society defines adulthood?
**This is a short story about a girl about to have her bat mitzvah**
I put on the dress I had picked out last month and admire the sky blue fabric that comes down to a few inches above my knees. I spin around and watch the skirt fly up, and then settle again. After checking that the makeup that I had put on was perfect I slowly put on my shoes.
I can't believe that this is actually happening, I think. I remember watching all of my cousins get bat mitzvahed, but i had never quite processed that I would do it to. This is supposed to make me a Jewish adult, but I'm not sure that I'm ready
"Eliza!" my mom calls. "It's time to leave." I twirl once more and make my way down the stairs, careful not to trip on my new heels.
The walk to the temple seems to be miles, although it is only three blocks away from my house. My mom is talking, but the words seem to go through my head without me noticing. I am practicing the hardest prayer that I have to recite over and over again in my head and trying, and failing, to keep my knees from shaking.
All of a sudden it hits me with a jolt. I'm in the temple. People are looking at me, waiting for me to start. I take a deep breath. Then I start. I'm refusing to look up at the eyes following my every move. I reach the hardest part. All of a sudden the Hebrew letters look jumbled. Focus, I think. The words come out smoothly. I'm done. I did it, I think. My thoughts do a celebratory dance as I scan the faces watching me for the first time. they look back at me with smiles on their faces.
I am an adult, I think. This was my transition, my test. I passed it. Maybe I'm not an adult yet, but I have begun that journey today.
I put on the dress I had picked out last month and admire the sky blue fabric that comes down to a few inches above my knees. I spin around and watch the skirt fly up, and then settle again. After checking that the makeup that I had put on was perfect I slowly put on my shoes.
I can't believe that this is actually happening, I think. I remember watching all of my cousins get bat mitzvahed, but i had never quite processed that I would do it to. This is supposed to make me a Jewish adult, but I'm not sure that I'm ready
"Eliza!" my mom calls. "It's time to leave." I twirl once more and make my way down the stairs, careful not to trip on my new heels.
The walk to the temple seems to be miles, although it is only three blocks away from my house. My mom is talking, but the words seem to go through my head without me noticing. I am practicing the hardest prayer that I have to recite over and over again in my head and trying, and failing, to keep my knees from shaking.
All of a sudden it hits me with a jolt. I'm in the temple. People are looking at me, waiting for me to start. I take a deep breath. Then I start. I'm refusing to look up at the eyes following my every move. I reach the hardest part. All of a sudden the Hebrew letters look jumbled. Focus, I think. The words come out smoothly. I'm done. I did it, I think. My thoughts do a celebratory dance as I scan the faces watching me for the first time. they look back at me with smiles on their faces.
I am an adult, I think. This was my transition, my test. I passed it. Maybe I'm not an adult yet, but I have begun that journey today.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Coming of Age Response: What are some questions and concerns you have about growing up and adulthood?
Who will I be?
Because
Now I am drifting
Between whom I want
To be
Who I am now
I’m not sure
Growing up means
What does it mean?
That I need
To choose
Who
As long
As
I choose
Right
I am told
That when I
Grow up I must
Choose who
I want to be
But for now
I will stay
Me
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Response To: Daja's Book by Tamora Pierce (Edited Version #2)
Daja's Book is the third book in the Circle of Magic series by Tamora Pierce. Many important and thought provoking things have happened to the main character, Daja Kisubo in the beginning of the book.
The book starts off by discussing a conflict that is both internal and external for Daja. Although it had been plaguing her thoughts for a while, she never realized that she was going to have to face it. When Daja's family's ship sunk, she was the lone survivor. Her people, called Traders, consider it bad luck to be a lone survivor, so she was removed her from their society. They call those people trangshi, and "by Trader law [they] don't exist" (13). While Daja is traveling with her friends Sandry, Tris, Briar, and their teachers, they meet up with a Trader caravan. The Traders treat her like she doesn't exist, because that is what the tradition says to do in the presence of a trangshi.
After reading this part, a reader's first instinct would be to think about how unfair and irrational the Traders were being. It wasn't Daja's fault that her family's ship sunk and she survived. She wishes that her family was still alive, and she definitely didn't choose the trangshi lifestyle. Also, isn't it lucky to survive?
After thinking it through, one realizes that the Traders shouldn't be blamed. Traders were brought up with that custom, and many others that could be thought of as unusual. They never knew any other way to treat people with bad luck. They had probably never even seen a trangshi! When someone is taught something as a child, they aren't very willing to give the idea up. For example, when people are younger, their parents teach them that it is bad to insult people. Since they've had that idea for most of their lives, they believe that it is correct.
It's not fair for Daja to hate the Traders for treating her the way they did. Since she grew up with trader customs, she probably treated trangshi the same way that the Traders are now treating her. She definitely has a right to feel hurt and sad among her people who are ignoring her, but she also has to understand that this is the custom of her people; she is just on the bad end of it.
This part of the book shows a big moral to readers: treat others the way you want to be treated. Daja, who followed the trangshi custom when she was on the better end of it, is now on the bad end of it. Not every Trader will be treated like a trangshi, but every Trader should realize that under the bad luck there is a real person. Although it sounds very cliché, it is an important lesson, whether you live in a fantasy realm or the United States.
The book starts off by discussing a conflict that is both internal and external for Daja. Although it had been plaguing her thoughts for a while, she never realized that she was going to have to face it. When Daja's family's ship sunk, she was the lone survivor. Her people, called Traders, consider it bad luck to be a lone survivor, so she was removed her from their society. They call those people trangshi, and "by Trader law [they] don't exist" (13). While Daja is traveling with her friends Sandry, Tris, Briar, and their teachers, they meet up with a Trader caravan. The Traders treat her like she doesn't exist, because that is what the tradition says to do in the presence of a trangshi.
After reading this part, a reader's first instinct would be to think about how unfair and irrational the Traders were being. It wasn't Daja's fault that her family's ship sunk and she survived. She wishes that her family was still alive, and she definitely didn't choose the trangshi lifestyle. Also, isn't it lucky to survive?
After thinking it through, one realizes that the Traders shouldn't be blamed. Traders were brought up with that custom, and many others that could be thought of as unusual. They never knew any other way to treat people with bad luck. They had probably never even seen a trangshi! When someone is taught something as a child, they aren't very willing to give the idea up. For example, when people are younger, their parents teach them that it is bad to insult people. Since they've had that idea for most of their lives, they believe that it is correct.
It's not fair for Daja to hate the Traders for treating her the way they did. Since she grew up with trader customs, she probably treated trangshi the same way that the Traders are now treating her. She definitely has a right to feel hurt and sad among her people who are ignoring her, but she also has to understand that this is the custom of her people; she is just on the bad end of it.
This part of the book shows a big moral to readers: treat others the way you want to be treated. Daja, who followed the trangshi custom when she was on the better end of it, is now on the bad end of it. Not every Trader will be treated like a trangshi, but every Trader should realize that under the bad luck there is a real person. Although it sounds very cliché, it is an important lesson, whether you live in a fantasy realm or the United States.
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