A dress with pain

The story “Plaits” by Frankie Lennon was very interesting and it caught my attention. The part that I remember the most was where the author was in her room in the dark and she just got the scissors and started to cut her hair off because she wanted curls and instead she would get breads, and she got teased for having her breads. I thought that was hysterical, I imagined her with her patches on her head and I also imagined her with her patched hair in the Play. This story also reminded me of a story of myself.
The “Plaits” story reminded me of myself in one way, when I was about nine years old I hated wearing dresses and for Christmas my mom had just bought me a dress and I did not want to wear it because that meant that I had to stay inside and look pert and I was not allowed to play outside with my guy cousins because I was going to get dirty or I was going to fall and hurt myself. I was mad because I was not able to have fun outside. My guy cousins had never seen me in a dress and as soon as they saw the dress they started to tease me for wearing the dress and I chased them up and down the house as soon as they went outside they told me I was not allowed to play outside and I left outside and purposely caught the dress on a tree so it would rip and I would have to change in to some pants.
The “Plaits” made me realize that I was not the only one that acted rebellious when they were made fun of. I feel that people could tease others to be funny and cause humor for others, but they don’t realize that they also cause harm to the one that is being the jock of the moment. People could be very hurtful without even realizing it.

I can relate with the black man

In the beginning of essay, "Just Walk on By: Black Men and Public Space" by Brent Staples, the story, I identified my self with the black man. I am a Mexican woman and people assume that I am an employ of a store. When I go buy my grocery at a store there is always someone that ask me where they can find certain items within the store assuming that I work there just because they see me as a Mexican woman. I believe that stereotypes happen with gender and with race, but they have more to do with race because if the white woman had seen a white man walking behind her she would have not panic as much as she did with the black man. My identification with the black man influenced my reading in the way that people are so judgmental by the race more than by the gender.

The Mommy Story

Mommy Guilt
I read the mommy story and I did enjoy reading about this subject. It was interesting and it was different from other stories that I have read according to being a mommy. The Mommy was worried and sad about not being able to breast-feed her own child. Her child would scream and cry because she was still hungry and the mommy did not have enough milk for her child. Even though the formula milk is not bad for her baby, she still felt bad because she felt that she was not fulfilling her duty as a mother by not breast-feed her baby. Mommy felt that her situation was enormous and it became a big worry for her. She read other blogs on line and found out there are other women that have bigger problems than she does. Some women have to raise children on their own and have to be worrying about husbands in the army. Other moms have their children sick at home hopping they get better. After reading the other entire mom’s blogs she then realized that her issues was not as big as she had imagined. She likes the blogs because she can talk to people that are going through similar situations and can help her coop with it better.


I read the story Imaginary Friend and on this paragraph she talks about her son having an imaginary friend and she does not know what to do since she never had an imaginary friend. She has a concern if it is healthy for him or not. She believes that it is not harmful as long as he does not begin to blame his imaginary friend on his wrong actions. I think it is healthy for him to have an imaginary friend to play with. I believe that an imaginary friend talks you places were you cannot go by yourself. They help you escape your problems in some certain way.

Last night

Last night was a blast, my friends and I were sitting down at the porch in Hannon and we got hungry so we decided to walk to wing stop. It seemed like a short walk, like if we were just floating to wing stop we did not feel the length of the walk. When we ordered we sat there waiting for our food there were two tall guys in there pajamas weighting before us and we weighted about fifteen minutes until we got our food. One of the guys that served us was flirting with my friend, when we left wing stop we kept telling my friend how he was steering at her and for her to go back and get his number. Her face turned like a red tomato, she was embarrassed but she knew we were just messing around with her. When we got back to Hannon we ate our wings one set was garlic parmesan and the other set was lemon with salt even though it sounds kind of grouse it was delicious, it was the kind that you don't like it but the taste is so addicting that you just have to have more and more. After everyone left to study around midnight my friend and I stayed up listening to music. Once we heard "Siete Leguas" we started crying like little babies without their mommy. That song reminded us about our grandfathers that passed away, hers recently and mine died about ten years ago. Even though it has passed a long time it still hurts to realize that he is no longer with me. Time had passed by so fast and when we realized the long hand on the clock was about to hit twelve and the short hand was about to hit three we knew it was time for bed. We both had to wake up early and we knew if we stayed up we were not going to wake-up the next morning, so we said good night and went to our own rooms.

Writing

Writing is a way to reveal my thoughts and myself. It also can be a pleasant and unpleasant thing to do. Writing is a way to express thoughts and feelings. To me writing is frightening but it is also a way to relieve stress, anger, sadness, and express good feelings as well. Writing is frightening to me in the thought of what readers might think or say about my subject. Sometimes I don’t know how to express myself on paper or how to arrange my thoughts. Other times I think too much about the topic in my head and when I try to write it comes out differently. On the other hand, writing is a good thing for me because I can express my feeling to myself without hurting others. I have a diary that I write in every night and that helps me express my feelings without others knowing how I feel and it also helps me relax.