How Reading has changed my Life

I completely disagree with this lady. She is stating the stories are better read than told to, but if that were true why have stories been told for thousands of years where reading and writing has just become a big thing lately. You could say that it is because they were not smart enough to figure out a system of writing but if that were true then how could they come up with a system of speaking. I believe it would take jsut as much intellegence to start a language as it would to begin to write a language. With reading you don't have interaction among real living people, you don't get to be with friends, you are imagining things that are not real and for some those not real characters become better friends than the real friends that they have. I just feel like her essay is extremely oppinionated which may be the reason she wrote it but for me, I would choose spoken word over letters on a paper.

Small Wonder

I am getting really tired of reading bull crap! I don't feel as though this story was worth reading. I gained nothing from it. Why do we need to know about a kid being saved by a bear and somehow it being compared to 9/11. Why did we read this? Why have we read any of this stuff in any of this class? This is a general education that I am required to take, I have no want to be here. There should not be this much work in a general education course were students are required to take expecially since I have not learned one thing besides the fact that it strengthened my dislike for Literature and why Literature is even important.

Mrs. Dalloway

This was an absolutely terrible read. I got to admit I could not finish it. I have a hard enough time reading the short works we do, that story did not interest me enough 100 pages of it. But from what I did read it was obvious that Mrs. Dalloway and Peter had some issue that I feel could really be solved if they just spoke to each other about it instead of by passing it. I could also kind of feel a theme that kept coming up and that was kind of like this fear of being oppressed. Mrs. Dalloway didn't want her husband to have too much control of her and the veteren guy didn't like the pshciatrist and thought he was trying to like control him or something.

The Story of an Hour

I do not know who the narrator is in this story. At the beginning I had the feeling that the narrator was like a dead person sitting in the coffin with people around her telling her the bad news but that is not the case. I kind of found that the narrator is someone else. I can't not figure it out. I even read it a second time to try and figure it out. And for some reason that is all I could concentrate on so I didn't get much else from the story.

A Room of One's Own

I feel like I have been saying this alot lately but yet again I do not understand why this story is literature. First off, I don't understand why she is so interested in the research of males vs females. I know it may be a little bias but I feel as though it is just life. Things are changing and there is becoming more and more chances for woman to make a difference but from thousands of years ago mens have been the hunters and the gathers and the kings of countries and the women were usually in the houses cleaning or cooking, usually the hunting and kingly stories are much more exciting then cooking and cleaning.

The Colonel Revisited

At first I didn't understand why such a story can be considered literature but after class I can see how it is considered lit. Even though I am not sure I completely agree with it. It makes sense that the reason it is considered literature is because they use the words perfectly so that they don't say too much but you find out sooooooo much about the few words they do say. I just don't feel like there was much story to it and I still don't get the point of the story.

If We Must Die

I really enjoyed "If We Must Die". I feel as though Claude McKay did a very great job at describing how the blacks were being treated but not disrespecting the whites for who they are as people. As a want-to-be football coach reading this, I get a slight adrenaline surge because I could see this being used at halftime to get my team amped if they are down and getting beaten. I feel as though even though he was describing one specific event in time, you can actually use this poem in just about any aspect of life, or even life itself if it is just beating you down. He is basically saying you only live once, and you are going to die at some point so why not give everything you have for what you are doing and go down with honor rather than go down with nothing. By far my favorite poem.