Sunday, September 28, 2014

6 Word Stories

The plane is silent 30,000ft up.
His watch would never be rewound.
The wind shelter doors blew open.
Their last kiss tasted like blood.
Required summer reading list: "Mein Kampf"
Died; old age, on death row .

Monday, September 22, 2014

Me

Hi, my name is Daniel Cleary, but I usually go by Dan.  I'm fifteen years old and, like most of you, I have just started my sophomore year at Whitney Young.  Cross country and track are a pretty big part of my life.  With practice every day and meets Saturday, I spend a lot of time running with the team.  This means that on the weekends I like to spend a lot of time with friends.  I live in the Southside of Chicago, in the neighborhood of Beverly, where I attended Sutherland elementary school.  To get to school I have to take a metra and then switch to the blueline.  Like a lot of families on the southside, and if my last name wasn't enough of a hint, my family is Irish.  One of my favorite things to do, when I'm not out with friends or at cross country, is to eat and sleep. After a long day I look forward to coming home and seeing a plateful of food in front of me.  Afterwards I do homework listen to music and then fall asleep.  Musicians/bands that I like are MGMT, Kid Cudi, Neon Trees and Keys n Krates.  Other fun facts about are that I like winter and all the sports that come with it, I like to laugh and think commuting every morning is fun.



Thursday, September 18, 2014

John Proctor-Hero or Stooge

John Proctor was the root cause for the witch hunt in Salem.  Had he been an honest man in the first place and not committed adultery with Abigail, there never would have been any talk of witchcraft.  There would have been no dance in the Forrest, and life in Salem would have dragged on as normal.  All of John's actions in the story are therefore somewhat undermined by his one mistake, flaw, and dishonest moment(s).  I do not think he is a stooge.  He plays an important role in the play and is the only person not controlled by fear or greed.  He is a serious man who only cares about what he has done and without him there would be no conflict, and therefore no story.  He is not the hero either, this is one of the stories where the good guys do not win and the dark side of humanity wins out over all.  John Proctor hangs in the end, as does his wife and dozens of other uninvolved people, in fact the only person that truly deserves to hang, Abigail, escapes the town, after robbing the minister; her uncle and caretaker, Parris.  In this wake people are orphaned, animals uncared for and total anarchy ensues. In the end Proctor will die, and leave orphan his children, all for the sake of keeping his name clear.  A true hero would do everything in his power to stay alive for his children, no matter how unfair it seems or what people think of you.  John Proctor was just an infallible, imperfect man.  He did what he thought was best and stuck to his morals, even after he had broken them.  That is what ruined his ability to be a hero, he had morals, but broke them.  The hero is the person that sticks to their morals until the very end, and John Proctor was not that man.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

There Goes The Neighborhood

I imagine that being a Native American and seeing the first people sail to shore would be shocking and intimidating.  The Natives would have never seen a ship that size before, ever, and they would have also never seen sails, which must have seemed almost magical.  The men that came off those ships would be the first white men that anyone on that continent had ever seen.  If I was one of the natives to first see the settlers arrive, I would not immediately grab my bow and fight off the newcomers, I would try to make contact with the mysterious new people. Native Americans did not believe in land ownership, so I would not mind if they used some land that the rest of the tribe did not use.  I would enjoy the technology and trade the settlers brought with them.  I would have even liked the settlers, until they began overstepping their bounds.  As they began to take more and more land,  begin to hunt down other natives, and try to force conversion to a new religion that completely disrespected the belief system the natives had, all trust and respect would vanish and only resentment would be felt.  The natives would hate the settlers for ruining their way of life.

This process of invasion and forced assimilation is similar to what is happening in the Ukraine.  Russia, the larger, more powerful "settler", is trying to take over the Ukraine, the "natives".  For years Russia and the Ukraine existed without any major issues, until Russia wanted more, just like when the settlers wanted more.  Now what is happening is that the Ukraine is fighting a doomed defensive war, just as the natives did, while Russia takes what it wants without regarding Ukrainian authority at all, exactly what the settlers did.