Independant Reading

I read it, but felt I needed to re-read it once more. I did not explain it during symposium.

In my opinion only worth half of the pages, for again I did not want to explain this book. This does not mean that I did not read. 192 pages, but worth 96.

Bibliography
William, Shakespeare. Othello. New York: Penguin Group, 2001. Print.

Independant Reading

Frankenstein

Because I knew more about Frankenstein during the symposium I spoke more about Shelly’s work than Pelicans Shakespeare Othello. In my research, I discovered that Mary Shelley, author of Frankenstein, was intended to represent the monster as her self; for, Mary had a terrible your childhood. Also, due to her very unattractive physical appearance men would not care to marry her. She was devastated by the fact that her prospects of marrying where slim because of her appearance. Yet, from Frankenstein, I interpreted her book as her attempt to make society less judgmental of physical appearance, by giving the monster, made by Frankenstein, a large intelligence capable of performing tasks that the ordinary person could not have done. Sadly, everyone who saw him tried to either run away from him or kill him. Yet, the monster wanted to talk to some one and to be able to express his feelings. I explained both of these ideas to our group, and they thought it made sense.  They believed this book was indeed a horror and in part romance genre of book. Both Frankenstein and Othello deserve to be in the cannon for both books involve using morals and in depth material that can be picked up right away. Frankenstein cause me to change my ideas about being judgmental and being prejudiced towards people I know not. Lastly, while we were finishing our symposium, we noticed that our books all had some kind of a love based theme. Plus we noticed that all these books were all published around the same time period. This could have been the reason why these used the same kind of genre. 

Frankenstein

 Shelley, Mary. Frankenstein. New York: Penguin Group, 2008. Print     

326 pages

My Descriptive Essay!

Eddy Garcia

Mrs. Hamilton

English 3AP / 0

10 October 3013

Sitting In a Mass

            Sitting while a Sermon preaches is a very powerful experience. To feel the warmth of the sun being shined onto your face through the stained painted windows is a nice and home feeling I get just by being there. As the sermon preaches, you get a feeling of being revitalized and energized, while standing starts making you sick, from this morning’s breakfast. As you look around the room, you see and feel the adults whispering holy chants that have been passed from generation to generation. You can even smell the 5’o clock coffee drank this morning to wake them selves up. Some do look awake with their clean hair, shoes, and clothes. While others where sloppy, with their slurred speeches and words. Our family seemed to be the half awake and asleep ones, for both my parents where clean, while my little sister and I were wearing sweats and blue Levis©. People actually thought we were twins; we do not look the same! After a few minutes of this self repent we all sat back down. Then the preacher says a verse from the bible and tries to explain it to the best of his abilities. The sermon at the time was about Adam and Eve; and how all men were born good, but once we begin to age. We start to turn bad from the sinful pleasures that plague us during our day. This took about another 30 minutes or so. After, he made everyone stand up and keep their hands up to say and repeat a Holy Mary prayer with him.  Some people quiver while they raise their hands, as if God was in them and shaking them with forgiveness and love. All of the sudden, my mother hits me on the head and told me to pray. I do not. Why? I was never sure, but I always found it interesting to look at the different faces each time I attended a mass. As the sermon nearly ends, one must shake hands with everyone that is sitting near you and say “peace beith with youeth.” Each time I gave my hand out, it felt so odd. For you never knew the person and you might not see them again. It is even worse when you are shaking hands with a slob, whom you saw “striking for gold.” All these emotions always happen when I was at church.