Human kind has created many things, crafted many arts, and has engineered incredible structures. The human is an extraordinary species with many attributes separating them from the rest of the animal kingdom. But what really makes the human race special? I believe emotion is the most beautiful aspect of a human being.
There are lots of different emotions, and each one can have a big impact on me if I'm presented with a situation I've never been in before. They certainly get the best of me sometimes, but it's a beautiful learning process despite some of the let downs. It's what makes humans, human, and it's what makes me human.
One of the things that brings out my emotion is music. Whenevr I'm bummed out, listening to my favorite music never fails. It's a cure for sadness, and it's also my good friend when I'm happy. I had just recently gone to a U2 concert with my father and sister, and many of the songs I felt like everyone was in unison. Thousands of people at once shared the same emotion with people they didn't even know. It was a really powertful, special feeeling. It made me feel incredibly happy.
So as far as being successful goes, as long as I'm truly happy, I'm successful. I know I don't need a huge house, I don't need spinners for my Cadillac, or a Cadillac at all. I don't need to know I have millions of dollars in the bank. And I don't even really care if the Yankees won the World Series, although it would be nice. The most beautiful thing to me is emotion. And as long as I can feel them, and be able to share my happiness with someone special, I'll be successful.
Post Write
I believe it's an ok piece of writing. But it was really rushed, and not much was covered. It was long enough, and I didn't present a moment when my belief was challenged. And it kind of seems like I went off into a completely different subject about being happy and successful. I need to make a major change in the story line.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
This I believe Second Draft
Man kind has created many things, crafted and perfected skillful arts, and have engineered extravagant structures. The human is an extraordinary species unlike any other on Earth. We are unique in that we are self conscious and very intelligent . But what truly defines the human species and makes us special? I believe emotion is the most beautiful, and meaningful aspect of a human.
Emotions come in a whole range of forms, and each one can have a big impact on how I act and react as I go about my day. They certainly get the best of me sometimes, and they're not always good. Sometimes, I feel like as if I were better off without them. When I was younger, my stepfather came into my life. I was angry because he wasn't like my real father, and I didn't like him because of the way I thought he was. I said things that had upset him and had hurt him. My emotions didn't light up with beauty, but darkened and showed some ugly things.
Years had passed, and things were always up and down. Our relationship became like glass; It was solid, but little things could easily crack it. Because of our anger, and because of our feelings, words that should've stayed in our mouths flew out recklessly like arrows. After seven or eight years, things were better between us. It wasn't perfect, but we both understood each other and respected each other.
One day I wasn't sitting in my grandmothers car, waiting to be dropped off at home. My sister called me and told me my stepfather had passed away. My mother had found him motionless on his bed. He couldn't do what other humans did now. He couldn't laugh, he couldn't cry, he couldn't work, and he couldn't feel a thing. After he died, I realized how human he was. Because sometimes he had felt differently, I thought he was nothing like me. But he was exactly like me, we both let our emotions get in the way. The thing that made us beautiful and sweet had also made us ugly and cruel.
For days and nights after, whenever I was alone I sat down and cried. There was nothing else I could do. But for the first time ever, I finally felt like I was emotionally connected to my stepfather. Sometimes I like to listen to the Rolling Stones. It was his favorite band, so when I hear them I like to blast the stereo. It makes me feel good, and I almost feel as if he was right there sometimes, strumming along on his guitar with the huge grin he wore so well. There were always those happy times when we had gone to the beach with his son, and when we had gone out to his favorite eateries. We enjoyed lots of fun moments together, and I'll keep those moments close beside me along with the bad ones. Because even though our emotions collided sometimes, they also brought us together in beautiful, special kind of way.
Post Write
I believe my writing has improved from first draft to second. I saw I needed to make some change, such as when my belief was challenged. I also completely changed the story because my first story didn't really produce the feeling and thought I wanted readers to feel. And I believe it's an improvement. But it still rushes from one place to another, and I believe things happen a bit too fast.
Emotions come in a whole range of forms, and each one can have a big impact on how I act and react as I go about my day. They certainly get the best of me sometimes, and they're not always good. Sometimes, I feel like as if I were better off without them. When I was younger, my stepfather came into my life. I was angry because he wasn't like my real father, and I didn't like him because of the way I thought he was. I said things that had upset him and had hurt him. My emotions didn't light up with beauty, but darkened and showed some ugly things.
Years had passed, and things were always up and down. Our relationship became like glass; It was solid, but little things could easily crack it. Because of our anger, and because of our feelings, words that should've stayed in our mouths flew out recklessly like arrows. After seven or eight years, things were better between us. It wasn't perfect, but we both understood each other and respected each other.
One day I wasn't sitting in my grandmothers car, waiting to be dropped off at home. My sister called me and told me my stepfather had passed away. My mother had found him motionless on his bed. He couldn't do what other humans did now. He couldn't laugh, he couldn't cry, he couldn't work, and he couldn't feel a thing. After he died, I realized how human he was. Because sometimes he had felt differently, I thought he was nothing like me. But he was exactly like me, we both let our emotions get in the way. The thing that made us beautiful and sweet had also made us ugly and cruel.
For days and nights after, whenever I was alone I sat down and cried. There was nothing else I could do. But for the first time ever, I finally felt like I was emotionally connected to my stepfather. Sometimes I like to listen to the Rolling Stones. It was his favorite band, so when I hear them I like to blast the stereo. It makes me feel good, and I almost feel as if he was right there sometimes, strumming along on his guitar with the huge grin he wore so well. There were always those happy times when we had gone to the beach with his son, and when we had gone out to his favorite eateries. We enjoyed lots of fun moments together, and I'll keep those moments close beside me along with the bad ones. Because even though our emotions collided sometimes, they also brought us together in beautiful, special kind of way.
Post Write
I believe my writing has improved from first draft to second. I saw I needed to make some change, such as when my belief was challenged. I also completely changed the story because my first story didn't really produce the feeling and thought I wanted readers to feel. And I believe it's an improvement. But it still rushes from one place to another, and I believe things happen a bit too fast.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Eating disorders
Jordan DoMonte Eng11.A12
Beauty is not always in the eye of the beholder, it's also in the mind. What influences what a person views as beautiful? It's a time where pop stars and divas define beauty in the modern world, as children try to imitate their beloved idols. Magazines and television posting up pictures and videos of fabricated beauty misleading many teens into "thinking" that they're not beautiful. Jean Kilbourne has assessed advertising and media are the main reason why girls as young as eleven are watching their weight.
I agree with Kilbourne, in today's world, how many overweight actors or singers are posterized? How many of the idols are actually at a healthy weight? Many are at dangerously low weights but yet their bodies are the symbol of what women should look like. It all comes down to perfection of the human body. The problem is, it's impossible to obtain the perfect body, but, it is not impossible to obtain the body you're happy with.
Then why are a large number of women unhappy with their healthy bodies? It's because their bodies are not the same as those of idols and models. I wholeheartedly believe that if models were average size, and people didn't try to advertise perfection, many women and even men would have a more realistic view on what is beautiful, and what is real.
Beauty is not always in the eye of the beholder, it's also in the mind. What influences what a person views as beautiful? It's a time where pop stars and divas define beauty in the modern world, as children try to imitate their beloved idols. Magazines and television posting up pictures and videos of fabricated beauty misleading many teens into "thinking" that they're not beautiful. Jean Kilbourne has assessed advertising and media are the main reason why girls as young as eleven are watching their weight.
I agree with Kilbourne, in today's world, how many overweight actors or singers are posterized? How many of the idols are actually at a healthy weight? Many are at dangerously low weights but yet their bodies are the symbol of what women should look like. It all comes down to perfection of the human body. The problem is, it's impossible to obtain the perfect body, but, it is not impossible to obtain the body you're happy with.
Then why are a large number of women unhappy with their healthy bodies? It's because their bodies are not the same as those of idols and models. I wholeheartedly believe that if models were average size, and people didn't try to advertise perfection, many women and even men would have a more realistic view on what is beautiful, and what is real.
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