<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698</id><updated>2011-09-11T05:08:09.292-07:00</updated><category term='sentenceaday'/><title type='text'>Gray Matter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-4184496696754171232</id><published>2011-04-11T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T06:48:13.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artistic Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;The effect of brilliancy is to be obtained principally from the oppositions of cool colors with warm colors, and the opposition of grave colors with bright colors. If all colors are bright, there is no brightness." -Robert Henri&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brightness. Brilliancy. Beauty. Something set apart and special. Art, the artistic spirit if you will, serves a purpose in presenting images, sounds, phrases, which &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tantalize&lt;/span&gt; the human desire to be connected, to feel understood. People want brilliancy in their lives. We crave uniqueness. We want to shine, in whatever aspect of our lives, brighter than anyone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; star. We want to be recognized and remembered. However, we know, from witnessing failed attempts to stand out or become a star, that it is impossible for everyone to be brilliant. That's what Henri taught. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any work of art becomes brilliant by juxtaposing the dark and the light. Without sadness, depressing notions, tragedy, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;devastation&lt;/span&gt;, happiness, joy, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ecstasy&lt;/span&gt; can not shine as treasures of life. Artists like William Wordsworth and Samuel Coleridge and even Bob Dylan and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jimi&lt;/span&gt; Hendrix, all of whom experienced great tragedies and suffered horrendous addictions and illnesses, created astounding and touching works of art. Perhaps this can be attributed to their wide range of emotional capacity caused by the lows they had weathered and the highs they achieved. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All art must have contrast. Great art contrasts vastly and effectively. When people have experienced a wide range of intense emotions, they have a better shot at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;achieving&lt;/span&gt; brilliancy. All people experience, to some degree, a wave of emotions. In those who have lived rather sheltered and typical lives, the ability to feel deeply and to connect with others is handicapped. People with emotional baggage can draw from a vast pool of connections and affect other people with their art.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-4184496696754171232?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/4184496696754171232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=4184496696754171232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/4184496696754171232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/4184496696754171232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2011/04/artistic-musings.html' title='Artistic Musings'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-8167515112021717489</id><published>2010-12-02T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T06:50:58.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Jihad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/TPfCOT9heRI/AAAAAAAAACo/qkwyjVJ-JIo/s1600/ashura-children-iraq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546115017262332178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/TPfCOT9heRI/AAAAAAAAACo/qkwyjVJ-JIo/s320/ashura-children-iraq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.middle-east-info.org/mission/index.htm"&gt;This Website&lt;/a&gt; and this picture really got me thinking about the Middle East. Radical Islam is on the rise and has taken to recruiting little children to support their cause. It breaks my heart to see precious, innocent children indoctrinated in such a way. These children will be taught to hate and to kill-others and themselves-in the false name of Allah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only true god is my God, the God of Abraham and Issac, the God of Christianity, the God of creation. Now before you write me off and say I'm just as radical and intolerant as these Muslims, allow me to explain. While yes, both groups claim to be the only way, Christians do not advocate killing all nonbelievers in order to control the world. We know that God already has complete control, that He lovingly grants us free will and will one day return to earth and establish His power on earth for 1000 years. Supporters of radical Islam wish to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;annihilate&lt;/span&gt; every person who does not believe the way they do. They will stop at nothing in their quest to rule the world. They work this hard only because they know world power is not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;theirs&lt;/span&gt; to claim. It's God's. But I digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a senior in high school, I've been forced to start thinking about my future. That's a scary thing for me, and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sought&lt;/span&gt; and am still seeking guidance from God regarding what He would have me to do. In AP History, we've talked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; about the Middle East and the age-old conflicts there and the turmoil destined to disturb relations between Israelis, Palestinians, Iranians, etc. The book of Acts in the Bible, Chapter 1, verse 8 says, "But you will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you, and you shall be my witnesses both in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and even to the remotest part of the earth." This call pulls at my heart. I have the amazing gift of Christ's love and forgiveness, which is free to all who will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; it. How can I stand by and let these Middle Eastern children swallow lies that damn them? I feel it is my duty to show them Christ's love. I'm not sure how I am to do this, but I know that God can use any willing soul. Perhaps I'll live a missionary's life, ministering to Muslims in the Middle East. Or maybe I'll be an ambassador working to establish more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tolerant&lt;/span&gt; and peaceful conditions in these countries, setting the people free from their subjection to extremists' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tyranny&lt;/span&gt;. Personally, that's what I'd love to do, and I plan on majoring in political science or international studies and minoring in a foreign language in order to gain such a position, but I know that my will is not always God's will, and I will wait on Him to guide me to help these people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-8167515112021717489?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/8167515112021717489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=8167515112021717489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/8167515112021717489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/8167515112021717489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-jihad.html' title='My Jihad'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/TPfCOT9heRI/AAAAAAAAACo/qkwyjVJ-JIo/s72-c/ashura-children-iraq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-5909716311697460404</id><published>2010-11-22T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:06:56.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread Houses</title><content type='html'>Robert &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Coover's&lt;/span&gt; "Gingerbread House" caught my eye because its title seemed so festive (I'm thoroughly embracing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;commercialistic&lt;/span&gt; urges to celebrate the holiday season as much as possible). However, this poem is far from a happy holiday tale of sugarplums and Santa's elves. In this work, a young girl and boy follow an unhappy old man into the forest, knowing that he leads them to a fabled house where many children journey, but from which none return. Along the way, the boy surreptitiously drops breadcrumbs on the path, hoping to outsmart the aged guide and be the first to see the wondrous house and live to tell about it. During the journey, the children sing, perhaps to calm themselves down, perhaps because youth is simply that carefree. I know that I was not that easy-going in my youth, but then again, I am a rather uptight person.&lt;br /&gt;A shift in the poem occurs when a witch, dressed in black rags appears. She attacks a dove and rips its heart from its chest, holding the beating, bloody organ in her hands. Somehow, this gore is attractive to both the old man and the young boy. The rest of the poem ricochets between the old man's care and protective instincts over the children and his wishes for their good dreams and his lust for the red heart, also symbolized by the ruby heart-shaped door of the witch's delectable abode.&lt;br /&gt;I was rather confused by this text, but I did manage to draw a few possible connections from it. The journey into the woods, complete with the happy-go-lucky attitude of the girl, the seemingly kind, yet grim guide, and the boy's attempts to outwit fate, represent each person's trek through this perilous world. The witch is all that is evil in our lives-lies, lust, envy, greed, all our sins. Her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unbelievably&lt;/span&gt; delicious house is the ultimate temptation. This take on the Hansel and Gretel story is also the story of the human plight. To resist or give into temptation and accept the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;consequences&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-5909716311697460404?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/5909716311697460404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=5909716311697460404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/5909716311697460404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/5909716311697460404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2010/11/gingerbread-houses.html' title='Gingerbread Houses'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-6474474775119603795</id><published>2010-11-11T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T06:53:50.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Brother!</title><content type='html'>Robert &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Coover's&lt;/span&gt; "The Brother" is a poignantly harsh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;reimagination&lt;/span&gt; of the Biblical Noah's Ark story as seen through the eyes of Noah's brother. When read through the lens of the tale in Genesis, the unorthodox point of view, harsh tone, and shrewd poetic devices of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Coover's&lt;/span&gt; piece conjure an entirely more humanized rendition of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;The point of view in this story is atypical. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Coover&lt;/span&gt; chose to write in first person, but the narrator is a bit unreliable. The speaker rants about his brother's strange actions and attitude and tells of his begrudging efforts to help Noah, and all the ways it affects his own prosperity and happiness. Such a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;temperamental&lt;/span&gt; account is most likely a bit off the mark in its judgements.&lt;br /&gt;The tone of "The Brother" is markedly different from that of the original story. In the Bible's account, the tone is serious and instructive, and Noah is portrayed as the ever-obedient, reverent servant of Almighty God. The narrator in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Coover's&lt;/span&gt; work commences with a snide, mocking voice, then, after realizing that perhaps Noah did have it right and facing drowning destruction, he slips into a tone of harsh desperation and distress, and even hopelessness.&lt;br /&gt;Poetic devices in the story help humanize the historically &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;unrelatable&lt;/span&gt; scene. The format of this work is that of a stream of consciousness-no capitalization, paragraphing, or punctuation. The author's diction is carefully constructed and filled with slang, contemporary language, including &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;expletives&lt;/span&gt;, that enhance the idea that this event happened to a real family. The details straight from the Biblical text tie the retelling into the traditional tale and provide a sense of legitimacy.&lt;br /&gt;"The Brother" sheds a new light on an old story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-6474474775119603795?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/6474474775119603795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=6474474775119603795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/6474474775119603795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/6474474775119603795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-brother.html' title='Oh Brother!'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-687881742698969405</id><published>2010-10-17T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T06:56:42.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clinton Administration</title><content type='html'>For my AP U.S. History class, I read and analyze historical texts, including letters, speeches, official documents, and analysis by historians. Chapter 41 of our textbook, which is the thirteenth edition of &lt;em&gt;The American Pageant&lt;/em&gt; by David M. Kennedy, Lizabeth Cohen and Thomas A. Bailey, is entitled "America in the Post-Cold War Era" and details the Clinton Administration. Many people view Bill Clinton's reign in the White House as an overwhelming success for the nation. Others are critical of the 42nd President of the United States of America. After reading this chapter and some documents in a supplementary reference book, I recognize not only the good Clinton did for our country but also the negative effects of some of his actions and policies.&lt;br /&gt;Clinton's economic policies ultimately brought America out of its long period of financial deficit. The government was actually faced with the long-forgotten issue of how to deal with a federal surplus during his terms. In the 1990s, America was a formidable economic power in the global economy because, thanks to Clinton's genius budgeting, we were no longer so dependent on foreign borrowing. The economic developments Clinton made are probably his best known and by far his most successful policies.&lt;br /&gt;In the diplomatic realm, Clinton felt pressured in his last days in office to establish a legacy for himself. His Middle East Peace Initiatives between Palestine Liberation Organization leader Yasir Arafat and Israeli premier Yitzhak Rabin resulted in a shaky agreement in the principle of self-rule for the Palestinians living in Israel. But Clinton's hopes of being known as a peacemaker were dashed two years later when Arafat was assassinated. This unfruitful conference actually stirred up controversy in the Middle East and was a source of political turmoil in the global community.&lt;br /&gt;Today, Bill Clinton is the most popular living former President of the United States. Just last week, he appeared in my hometown, stumping for local Democrats. He still pushes his successful economic frameworks and is immensely respected by most citizens. However, he was not successful in all aspects of his presidency. Despite his flaws, I still consider him one of our nation's greatest leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-687881742698969405?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/687881742698969405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=687881742698969405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/687881742698969405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/687881742698969405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2010/10/clinton-administration.html' title='The Clinton Administration'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-320325048734275168</id><published>2010-10-17T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:16:29.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inescapable Quest</title><content type='html'>The first chapter of Thomas C. Foster's &lt;em&gt;How to Read Literature Like a Professor &lt;/em&gt;is entitled "Every Trip is a Quest (Except When It's Not). In this section of the book, the author describes the ancient archetype of the quest. He explains that "the real reason for a quest is always self-knowledge." There are five elements to every quest: a quester, a place to go, a stated reason to go there, challenges and trials, and a real reason to go. After reading this explanation and discussing it in my AP English Literature class, I realized that this pattern applies to practically every story I've ever come across.&lt;br /&gt;At first, this appeared to me to be a good thing, helpful in writing stories of my own. However, the more time I spent pondering the subject, the more frustrated I became. I tried and tried to come up with a tale that did not fit this mold. I failed. In some form or fashion, every worthwhile story tells of a character doing something for some reason, encountering an obstacle, and learning something in the process. The thought crossed my mind, "How stupid are we humans if every one of our stories follows the exact same pattern?"&lt;br /&gt;After some more pondering, I decided that perhaps I was being too cynical. Maybe the fact that our stories can be dissected into similar parts is evidence of our perpetual journey for self-revelation and higher knowledge. Or maybe it's just evidence that we tend to over-analyze our actions to give them greater significance. There I go with the cynicism again. Regardless of whether this model reveals human simple-mindedness or insightfulness, it was an interesting revelation to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-320325048734275168?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/320325048734275168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=320325048734275168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/320325048734275168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/320325048734275168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2010/10/inescapable-quest.html' title='The Inescapable Quest'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-7179048735163651390</id><published>2010-10-15T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T08:52:44.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexism=Comedy?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever watched a movie and thought, "Wow, that's offensive!"? For me, this happened a few weeks ago while watching &lt;em&gt;Monty Python and the Holy Grail&lt;/em&gt;. This film, directed by Terry Gilliam and Terry Jones, members of the comedy group Monty Python, is a 1975 British comedy. I should have known. But, determined to experience this cultural icon, I watched the movie. It was stupid and pointless and only funny in certain small parts.&lt;br /&gt;What upset me though was the blatantly sexist portrayal of females in this film. The only scene containing women is scene 11, in which Sir Galahad the Chaste catches a vision of the Holy Grail above the Castle Anthrax. Upon entering the castle, he is bombarded by young floozies who try to tempt and seduce the poor knight. He tries to resist and asks to see the Holy Grail, please let him see the Holy Grail, oh he only wants to find the Holy Grail which appeared above their castle. When he mentions his vision, one of the girls, admits that her twin sister Zoot, who invited him into their dwelling, had been "setting alight to [their] beacon, which, [she] just remembered, [was] grail-shaped." Galahad realized he'd been duped and quickly began to fall for their permiscuous pleas. Before he could enjoy their company, Sir Lancelot drug him away in a "rescue" attempt.&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the crude references, I was upset to see that the general public is amused by powerless, dependent women whose only desire is sex. Women can be intelligent, powerful people, when they choose to be. People annoy me when they settle for less than their potential. And when their settling reflects badly on me, I become indignant. Because of stupid, shallow girls, I have to work twice as hard to prove myself as a respectable, honorable, strong woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-7179048735163651390?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/7179048735163651390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=7179048735163651390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/7179048735163651390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/7179048735163651390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2010/10/sexismcomedy.html' title='Sexism=Comedy?'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-4543799295035962731</id><published>2010-07-18T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:26:40.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spewing From My "Fountainhead"</title><content type='html'>I began reading Ayn Rand's &lt;em&gt;The Fountainhead &lt;/em&gt;for three reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To make myself appear more sophisticated&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because my boyfriend recommended it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because I wanted to challenge myself with this classic piece of literature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All noble causes, right? Well, the point is that I read it and that I'm very glad I did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ms. Rand's unconventional novel outlining her philosophy of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Objectivism&lt;/span&gt; really made me contemplate why people are the way they are, what motivates them, what it's like not to let others define you, and what love truly is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One passage in particular that sparked my interest is found in the eighth chapter of Part Two, which is entitled &lt;em&gt;Ellsworth M. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toohey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. In this passage &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toohey&lt;/span&gt; looks out at the skyline and says,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Look at it. A sublime achievement, isn't it? A heroic achievement. Think of the thousands who worked to create this and of the millions who profit by it. And it is said that but for the spirit of a dozen men-less, perhaps-none of this would have been possible. And that might be true. If so, there are-again-two possible attitudes to take. We can say that these twelve were great benefactors, that we are all fed by the overflow of the magnificent wealth of their spirit, and that we are glad to accept it in gratitude and brotherhood. Or, we can say that by the splendor of their achievement which we can neither equal nor keep, these twelve have shown us what we are, that we do not want the free gifts of their grandeur, that a cave by an oozing swamp and a fire of sticks rubbed together are preferable to skyscrapers and neon lights-if the cave and the sticks are the limit of your own creative capacities. Of the two attitudes, Dominique, which would you call the truly humanitarian one? Because, you see, I'm a humanitarian."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took this question to heart and reached a conclusive personal answer. Why would I want to live in a world where the great are restricted and reduced to mediocrity to save the inept from feeling inferior? Without hope in the future, in the strength of humanity, without a glimpse at beauty and a chance to dream of something better, there is no sense in continuing life in such a mundane and futile society. To curl up in a cave with a stick fire simply because not everyone will invent the computer or paint the &lt;em&gt;Mona Lisa &lt;/em&gt;or write a Shakespearean sonnet is to rob humanity of all beauty and hope. The truly humanitarian attitude is the one which allows humanity to be inspired, to take chances, and to live beyond the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;perceived&lt;/span&gt; possibilities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-4543799295035962731?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/4543799295035962731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=4543799295035962731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/4543799295035962731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/4543799295035962731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2010/07/spewing-from-my-fountainhead.html' title='Spewing From My &quot;Fountainhead&quot;'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-8586402854309921568</id><published>2010-07-17T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T07:06:21.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Fish</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth Bishop's "The Fish" provides insight into the interesting thought process of a fisherman regarding an old fish. The fisherman is the narrator of the poem and begins by physically describing the fish. Its brown and tattered skin, resembling "wallpaper", is clearly old, dull, and worn. He notices its gills and ponders the fish's inner anatomy, pointing out how fragile the fish's life is at this point and how much he controls its fate. He speaks of its eyes, "yellowed" and "shallow" as if "backed and packed with tarnished tinfoil." Its eyes would not look at him, it would not fight. It was as if the fish had resigned itself to death by his hands.&lt;br /&gt;As he continues to observe the fish, he looks at its mouth, "grim" and "weaponlike" and sees five hooks, "like medals with their ribbons frayed and wavering" set in its jaw, trailing fishing line, evidence of the battles it had fought and won. Now the narrator sees the fish in a different light. Rather than seeing an old, tired, pitiful fish, he sees a seasoned war veteran, strong and courageous, time-honored and and respectable, ready to accept its final defeat with dignity. Earlier in the poem, when describing the fish's physical appearance, the narrator used the word venerable. In that context, he was calling the fish, ancient, or obsolete, but here, after realizing all this fish has been through, the word could more properly describe the animal as "commanding respect because of impressive dignity" or "worthy of reverence" as venerable is defined at &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/venerable"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dictionary.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Because of the respect he found for this fish who had fought for its life so many times, the narrator ultimately releases the fish back into the water. This sixth chance is precious in a world where life is so disposable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-8586402854309921568?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/8586402854309921568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=8586402854309921568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/8586402854309921568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/8586402854309921568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2010/07/elizabeth-bishops-fish-provides-insight.html' title='Free Fish'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-8121576728838505890</id><published>2010-07-12T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T07:08:36.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life Lesson of Lying</title><content type='html'>After reading Po Bronson's article, "Learning to Lie," I thought about lying. About my own life and my lies. About the definition of a lie-Webster calls it "a false statement made with intent to deceive." I thought about little white lies and half-truths and how people rationalize these by telling themselves that they're trying not to hurt anybody's feelings or that it causes less trouble to smooth things over with a slightly dishonest answer. I thought about Dr. Victoria Talwar's claim that "lying is related to intelligence" and is "a developmental milestone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remembered the sickening feeling I got as a child whenever I lied to my parents to stay out of trouble or to avoid a subject I thought they might disapprove of. I recalled winning a contest as a child and calling my mother and telling her all about the event, but claiming I didn't know the child who had won, so that when I came home with a fifty dollar prize, I could say, "I tricked you!" I felt so proud to have been able to "pull one over" on Mom, but her sarcastic remark, "I'm so glad you've learned to lie so well," filled me with guilt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought about how children are encouraged to lie by people they look up to. They see parents tell telemarketers that they have the wrong number. They hear teachers tell students that the class hamster ran away when they overheard her talking to the janitor about how it died over the weekend. Children are told to always "be polite" and "say something nice" about a gift, even if they don't like it. No wonder kids start slipping in untruths from day to day. They've been told to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I contemplated all this, it made me wonder if we as a society truly value honesty as much as we claim, or if we prefer positive interactions and saving face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-8121576728838505890?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/8121576728838505890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=8121576728838505890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/8121576728838505890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/8121576728838505890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-lesson-of-lying.html' title='The Life Lesson of Lying'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-3769939012220316042</id><published>2009-12-08T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T06:45:13.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Reviews of the Semester</title><content type='html'>Romance has dominated my reading selections this semester. From a fluffy, teenage drama by Sarah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dessen&lt;/span&gt;, to a cliche revisit of the current fad Twilight, to the dark classic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wuthering&lt;/span&gt; Heights, I sense a pattern. Apparently, I'm a sucker for forbidden love. The following books, in no particular order, were processed through my consciousness within the last 4 months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Along for the Ride,&lt;/em&gt; a melodramatic young adult fiction novel, was a quick read. Most of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dessen's&lt;/span&gt; stories are remarkably similar and predictable and this one served to bore me. Auden, just like all of the authors' other crazily named main characters, visits her dad over the summer and realizes his new life is just as dysfunctional with a new wife and baby as it was with her mother. She meets the stereotypical perfect boy-tall, dark, mysterious, and against all odds, their love blossoms. But a selfish miscommunication will create a chasm between the lovers that bitterly ends the summer fling. This book is truly one to take to the beach, to lazily read while thinking about the skin the sun is peeling from your back and foolishly longing for the proverbial summer love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stephanie Meyer's &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; series reached the threshold of popularity and obsession and is now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ridiculed&lt;/span&gt; and scorned by the former fanatics. While I do recognize that the hype about the series and the movies borders ridiculousness, I am a sucker for a love story, and I did reread the book that started the Vampire mania. I can identify with Bella (as I'm sure every other teenage girl in America absolutely can) in so many ways. Last year, while making my way through the series, I was sure I had found my Edward, sitting next to me in biology class no less! I've gone through my fair share of presumed Edwards since, yet still I have an almost eerily similar personal version of Jacob. (Which is fine by me because I've always been a Jacob fan.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wuthering&lt;/span&gt; Heights&lt;/em&gt;.....I still don't know what to think of this classic. I was all for the thwarted love and revenge stuff at first, but the dark twisted plot was a little weird for my taste. All in all I found the book depressing and hopeless-stories of arranged or forced marriages always seem hopeless and miserable to me. However, I'm glad to have read it simply because it is a classic story and I feel more "educated" and "well-read" for having done so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my absolute favorite reads this semester is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;undoubtedly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Hunger Games &lt;/em&gt;by Suzanne Collins. Her tale of sacrifice, separation, and survival is thrilling and inspiring. I only wish for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Katniss's&lt;/span&gt; bravery or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peeta's&lt;/span&gt; devotion. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Katniss&lt;/span&gt; sacrifices herself to save her sister from the brutality of the Hunger Games. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peeta&lt;/span&gt; is happy to have been chosen for the competition, not because he finds joy in killing other children, but because he is in love with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Katniss&lt;/span&gt;, a phenomenon she cannot understand. As they grow close through training and eventually through aid and survival in the arena of death, they are ever aware that to end the game, one or the other must die.The action in this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ominous&lt;/span&gt; novel makes it impossible to set the book down. I actually took this book with me to lunch one day and read as I ate in the cafeteria. Now that is a worthy book, that makes one endure the ridicule of her fellow classmates! This book, unlike &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wuthering&lt;/span&gt; Heights, is full of hope, which I liked. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soon after finishing &lt;em&gt;The Hunger Games, &lt;/em&gt;I obtained &lt;em&gt;Chasing Fire&lt;/em&gt;, the sequel, in a black market exchange. Just kidding! Although it was near impossible to find. I was not disappointed in the second book. The suspense, the plot twists, the development of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Katniss&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peeta's&lt;/span&gt; relationship, along with the tension between &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Katniss&lt;/span&gt; and Gale, her male best friend, make the story wonderful. In this difficult, post-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;apocoliptic&lt;/span&gt; world, citizens of district twelve struggle for survival even before the officials at the Capitol start the crackdowns intended to thwart the revolts that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Katniss&lt;/span&gt; and Gale &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aroused&lt;/span&gt; in their victory tour. When the two victors are pitted against each other, they rally for a way to beat the system. Love, humanity, morality, and decency are central issues in this trilogy. I can't wait for the third book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-3769939012220316042?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/3769939012220316042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=3769939012220316042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/3769939012220316042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/3769939012220316042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/12/book-reviews-of-semester.html' title='Book Reviews of the Semester'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-1218839271713556103</id><published>2009-11-15T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:31:30.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rogue Maverick</title><content type='html'>Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;, self-proclaimed political maverick and the object of media scorn and ridicule, has certainly made a splash in the GOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While no one can deny the revolutionary path she carved in being the first female to run for the vice-presidency on the Republican ticket, it's time to realize that the girl is no serious politician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her comically repetitive campaign slogans to her familial controversies to her less than eloquent television interviews, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; has not presented herself in the best light. Even in the early days of her candidacy, when her &lt;a href="http://sas-origin.onstreammedia.com/origin/gallupinc/GallupSpaces"&gt;approval ratings reached 53%&lt;/a&gt;, some conservatives viewed her as a political liability. The McCain campaign's refusal of unscripted press conferences with the candidate and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;indigence&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;a href="http://www.thenation.com/blogs/thebeat/496616/no_sarah_palin_is_not_the_next_ronald_reagan?"&gt;"gotcha" moments&lt;/a&gt; she fell into did little to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dispel&lt;/span&gt; this feeling. Throughout the campaign, as Americans saw more and more of the true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;, approval ratings dropped, and now, on an average of all parties, &lt;a href="http://sas-origin.onstreammedia.com/origin/gallupinc/GallupSpaces"&gt;the former Alaska governor is disfavored&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Republicans&lt;/span&gt; root for the former Alaskan soccer-mom-turned-mayor-turned-governor to run for president in 2012, others bluntly call her a &lt;a href="http://blogs.abcnews.com/george/2009/11/palin-brooks-shes-a-joke-ifill-dont-underestimate-her-appeal.html"&gt;joke&lt;/a&gt;. Supporters warn not to underestimate the power of her "fan" base. Former New York Mayor Rudy Giuliani called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; "an exciting figure" and stated that the party "&lt;a href="http://blogs.abcnews.com/george/2009/11/rudy-on-palin-my-party-needs-that-kind-of-excitement.html"&gt;needs that kind of excitement&lt;/a&gt;." However, I question if an exciting personality, beauty pageant history, and the ordinary soccer mom voter base is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to qualify a person for the highest office in our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two days,  the book &lt;em&gt;Going Rogue: An American Life &lt;/em&gt;by Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; will hit the shelves. Her publisher calls it the story of "one ordinary citizen's extraordinary journey." While Mrs. Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; definitely draws attention to the seemingly neglected GOP, is she truly a viable 2012 presidential hopeful? I think not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-1218839271713556103?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/1218839271713556103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=1218839271713556103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/1218839271713556103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/1218839271713556103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/11/rogue-maverick.html' title='The Rogue Maverick'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-800574006393449906</id><published>2009-11-13T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:42:59.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Awakening Sentence Analysis</title><content type='html'>Chapter 6 of Kate Chopin's &lt;em&gt;The Awakening &lt;/em&gt;teems with rhetorical and grammatical gems. Her insight into the female mind of the late nineteenth century enlightens readers and invokes consideration of the imprisonment women of that time suffered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To view our visual interpretation of one of her sentences, &lt;a href="http://cafe19.wikispaces.com/file/view/awakening%5B1%5D%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.ppsx/102495673/awakening%5B1%5D%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.ppsx"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author's dramatic diction, further elaborated &lt;a href="http://www.umapper.com/maps/view/id/47336/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, enforces her tragic emotions evoked by the then taboo thoughts and feelings she simply couldn't shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chopin's syntax illustrates the chaotic and unorganized beginning to her perilous journey of self-discovery. &lt;a href="http://www.umapper.com/maps/view/id/47089/"&gt;See here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-800574006393449906?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/800574006393449906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=800574006393449906' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/800574006393449906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/800574006393449906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/11/awakening-project.html' title='The Awakening Sentence Analysis'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-2713645933305030550</id><published>2009-11-07T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T06:38:49.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ancient Art of Marriage</title><content type='html'>1959. Typical American household. A working father, his doting housewife, a strapping athletic son, a smart pretty daughter. All sitting down for a family dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009. Typical American household. A single mother. Her boyfriend. Two rebellious daughters. A sullen teenage stepson. All in separate rooms going about their own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; O'Neill stated in &lt;a href="http://http//www.civitas.org.uk/pubs/experiments.php?PHPSESSID=04a5571963443f82281d8c0bd4332322"&gt;Experiments in Living: The Fatherless Family&lt;/a&gt;, "For the best part of thirty years we have been conducting a vast experiment with the family, and now the results are in: the decline of the two-parent, married-couple family has resulted in poverty, ill-health, educational failure, unhappiness, anti-social behaviour, isolation and social exclusion for thousands of women, men and children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years marriage has lost its luster in our society. Some people view matrimony as a dated, stifling ritual. Others have broadened the term's definition to include multiples types of unions including same-sex relationships and even "marriages" between humans and inanimate objects! The institution of marriage must be redefined and standardized to restore order to our culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have become flippant regarding marriage. The phrase "till death do us part" seems to carry little to no weight in modern marriages. More and more wedded couples are separating, severing families and burdening children. This decline in the traditional nuclear family is altering society. Stepparents, half siblings, and child support are becoming the norm. Alternative lifestyles are emerging with unmarried couples living together and having children out of wedlock, homosexual couples creating families, and single parents depending on child support from their ex-spouses. Our culture is so comfortable with disposable, ephemeral marriages and abnormal unions that marriage is no longer taken seriously. Marriage is even the subject of elementary playground teasing-"If you love basketball so much, why don't you &lt;em&gt;marry&lt;/em&gt; it?" Marriage is no longer considered a sacred and holy union between one man and one woman. The cries of egalitarians for equal marriage rights are somewhat off-base. If people choose to love someone of the same sex or choose to love an inanimate object such as the Eiffel Tower, that is their own prerogative, but to call these relationships marriages is inaccurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fundamentally, marriage is essential for a thriving society. Humans crave companionship on both a physiological and a biological level. We are not creatures created to live alone. Once children reach adulthood, they must leave the comfort of their parents' care and begin their own lives. Traditional marriage satisfies both these needs. Without marriages to create new families, society would become a free-for-all mating ground. I realize that technically, marriage is not essential for reproduction and thus the advancement of generations, as current trends no doubt illustrate. However, children born out of wedlock typically grow up with a weak sense of familial values and continue the vicious cycle of illegitimate births, shotgun weddings, divorce, and remarriages. Children need both maternal and paternal influence throughout their development. Who is better suited to be their character role models than their biological mother and father? I realized that certain situations practically demand divorce and that remarriage can be a blessing, but all in all, marriage needs to be respected and preserved as a sanctified right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless we as a society redefine true marriage, and resurrect some traditional family values, we will raise a generation with no sense of family values or structure who will only continue down this slippery slope of cultural decline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-2713645933305030550?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/2713645933305030550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=2713645933305030550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/2713645933305030550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/2713645933305030550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/11/ancient-art-of-marriage.html' title='The Ancient Art of Marriage'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-8035052571379135567</id><published>2009-10-12T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:15:48.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentenceaday'/><title type='text'>Sentence 12</title><content type='html'>His sentence: &lt;em&gt;And this is a question which I should like to ask of you, who have arrived at that time which the poets call the "threshold of old age": Is life harder toward the end, or what report do you give of it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Plato's &lt;em&gt;Republic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author begins the sentence with a conjunction and announces the upcoming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;question&lt;/span&gt; to a character "you," &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;referred&lt;/span&gt; to in the following adjective clause that proceeds the colon. Then comes the question which juxtaposes two nonparallel dependent clauses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sentence: But, I wish to inquire of You, who hung the moon and the stars: How can you love me so, or where does this love end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-8035052571379135567?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/8035052571379135567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=8035052571379135567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/8035052571379135567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/8035052571379135567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-12.html' title='Sentence 12'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-4734783293729873087</id><published>2009-10-12T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:02:43.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentenceaday'/><title type='text'>Sentence 11</title><content type='html'>His sentence: &lt;em&gt;I was delighted with the procession of the inhabitants; but that of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thraciams&lt;/span&gt; was equally, if not more, beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Plato's &lt;em&gt;Republic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plato's compound sentence is separated by a semicolon and a conjunction. The phrase "if not more," which qualifies the adverb equally, is set off by commas and solidifies the speaker's opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sentence: I was happy that she escaped the accident unscathed; but the policeman was too forgiving, if not entirely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;remissive&lt;/span&gt;, of her crime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-4734783293729873087?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/4734783293729873087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=4734783293729873087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/4734783293729873087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/4734783293729873087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-11.html' title='Sentence 11'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-6450030931340301450</id><published>2009-10-12T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T07:24:38.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentenceaday'/><title type='text'>Sentence 10</title><content type='html'>His sentence: &lt;em&gt;When I walked the streets in Germany, I found it impossible not to carefully survey groups of people loitering near buildings, and I found myself scanning windows in the business district, watching for snipers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;em&gt;Dear John&lt;/em&gt; by Nicholas Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with a subordinate clause, and incorporating a participial phrase before the second independent clause set off by a conjunction, this sentence is compound-complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sentence: As stare up into the golden leaves, I catch myself dreaming of snowflakes clinging to my windowpane, and I long for December to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-6450030931340301450?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/6450030931340301450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=6450030931340301450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/6450030931340301450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/6450030931340301450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-10.html' title='Sentence 10'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-7554048670189449424</id><published>2009-10-12T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:44:49.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentenceaday'/><title type='text'>Sentence 9</title><content type='html'>His sentence: I feel sort of . . . protected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Dear John by Nicholas Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author's use of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ellipsis&lt;/span&gt; adds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;suspense&lt;/span&gt; to the sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sentence: You are . . . astounding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-7554048670189449424?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/7554048670189449424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=7554048670189449424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/7554048670189449424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/7554048670189449424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-9.html' title='Sentence 9'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-3234390641456892804</id><published>2009-10-12T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:43:16.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentenceaday'/><title type='text'>Sentence 8</title><content type='html'>His sentence: &lt;em&gt;She began removing items-her wallet, sunglasses, visor, a tube of sunscreen-and handed them all to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; before wringing out the bag.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;em&gt;Dear John&lt;/em&gt; by Nicholas Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author uses dashes to set apart a list-a list characterized by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;asyndeton&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sentence: I check my bag once more for contest essentials-scissors, hairspray, glitter, extra gloves, shoes, pants, sequins, whistle-and head for the bus just before roll call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-3234390641456892804?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/3234390641456892804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=3234390641456892804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/3234390641456892804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/3234390641456892804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-8.html' title='Sentence 8'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-3303766389740968676</id><published>2009-10-12T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:39:51.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentenceaday'/><title type='text'>Sentence 7</title><content type='html'>His sentence: &lt;em&gt;It wasn't just her slightly gap-toothed smile, it was the casual way she swiped at a loose strand of hair, the easy way she held herself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;em&gt;Dear John&lt;/em&gt; by Nicholas Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparks' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;asyndeton&lt;/span&gt; allows the parallel phrases to easily flow into one another as they would in one's own stream of consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sentence: The test itself didn't phase me, what got to me was the pressure to succeed, the expectations of every adult in the school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-3303766389740968676?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/3303766389740968676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=3303766389740968676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/3303766389740968676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/3303766389740968676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-7.html' title='Sentence 7'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-2383505515336715086</id><published>2009-10-08T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:42:27.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentenceaday'/><title type='text'>Sentence 6</title><content type='html'>Her sentence: &lt;em&gt;It hit the steps (good) but then banked into the nearby bushes (not so good).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;em&gt;Along for the Ride&lt;/em&gt; by Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dessen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author's use of parenthesis to insert opinions about the character's actions adds to the character's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sentence: I hit the high note (finally) but forgot the words to the next verse (humiliating).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-2383505515336715086?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/2383505515336715086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=2383505515336715086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/2383505515336715086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/2383505515336715086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-6.html' title='Sentence 6'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-8175045859391461007</id><published>2009-10-08T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:33:22.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentenceaday'/><title type='text'>Sentence 5</title><content type='html'>Her sentence: &lt;em&gt;It landed right on the front stoop, the delivery version of a perfect ten.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;em&gt;Along for the Ride&lt;/em&gt; by Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dessen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subordinate clause at the end of the sentence refers not to a single word in the sentence, but to the entire action described by the sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sentence: The band fell apart in the middle of our showcase, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;epitome&lt;/span&gt; of my worst nightmares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-8175045859391461007?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/8175045859391461007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=8175045859391461007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/8175045859391461007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/8175045859391461007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-5.html' title='Sentence 5'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-3631420526090698911</id><published>2009-10-07T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:17:23.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentenceaday'/><title type='text'>Sentence 4</title><content type='html'>Her sentence: &lt;em&gt;Two couples, dressed for a night out, walked between us, chattering happily among themselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;em&gt;Along for the Ride&lt;/em&gt; by Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dessen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author's use of participial phrases provides a different form of description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sentence: The boys, dragging after practice, fumbled for their keys, struggling to keep their eyelids open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-3631420526090698911?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/3631420526090698911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=3631420526090698911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/3631420526090698911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/3631420526090698911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-4_07.html' title='Sentence 4'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-151798385709484640</id><published>2009-10-05T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:39:27.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentenceaday'/><title type='text'>Sentence 3</title><content type='html'>Her sentence: &lt;em&gt;But that was what I was doing: playing. Until the game was up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;em&gt;Along for the Ride&lt;/em&gt; by Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dessen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dessen's&lt;/span&gt; use of a colon creates a pause, identifying the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;antecedent&lt;/span&gt; of "that". The following fragment qualifies the previous statement, highlighting the speaker's frustration at her own actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sentence: But I knew what I wanted: everything. Always the selfish one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-151798385709484640?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/151798385709484640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=151798385709484640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/151798385709484640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/151798385709484640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-3.html' title='Sentence 3'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-3027190707600291653</id><published>2009-10-01T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:38:55.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentenceaday'/><title type='text'>Sentence 2</title><content type='html'>Her sentence: &lt;em&gt;"I do my best, thinking of them one by one, releasing them like birds from the protective cages inside me, locking the doors against their return."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;em&gt;Catching Fire&lt;/em&gt; by Suzanne Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her use of parallel phrases chronicle the mental steps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Katniss&lt;/span&gt; takes to get past the agony of leaving her family and dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sentence: I storm away, blocking their petty screams out of my memory, sealing my eardrums against the inevitable attacks, vowing to forget them and rise above the filth of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incessant&lt;/span&gt; squabbles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-3027190707600291653?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/3027190707600291653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=3027190707600291653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/3027190707600291653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/3027190707600291653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-2.html' title='Sentence 2'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-1756949529201363898</id><published>2009-09-25T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:16:04.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentenceaday'/><title type='text'>Sentence 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/Sr0ISjQ9SRI/AAAAAAAAACY/yL9N5NtO8eM/s1600-h/the+hunger+games.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 86px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385469844202014994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/Sr0ISjQ9SRI/AAAAAAAAACY/yL9N5NtO8eM/s320/the+hunger+games.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her sentence: "&lt;em&gt;The blonde hair, the green eyes, the number...it's Glimmer."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From &lt;em&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/em&gt; by Suzanne Collins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The use of asyndeton emphasizes the list of familiar attributes that Katniss rapidly recognizes in her mutated enemy, resembling a stream of consciousness type of writing. The ellipsis builds suspense until the realization hits...the mutts are the fallen tributes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sentence: The ambulance, the blood, the shrieks...we're in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-1756949529201363898?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/1756949529201363898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=1756949529201363898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/1756949529201363898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/1756949529201363898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/09/sentence-1.html' title='Sentence 1'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/Sr0ISjQ9SRI/AAAAAAAAACY/yL9N5NtO8eM/s72-c/the+hunger+games.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-914791491086076359</id><published>2009-06-20T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:39:10.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Channeling My Annoyance</title><content type='html'>In an insightful book, A Whole New Mind, author Dan Pink tells of the shift of our society toward a world in which the logical, sequential, formerly superior L-directed way of thinking (using the left hemisphere of one's brain) is no longer sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suggests that in order to succeed in what he calls the "Conceptual Age", one must be proficient in all the L-directed skills, but also possess a different realm of thinking techniques that occur on the right side. Pink breaks these R-Directed skills into six categories: design, story, symphony, empathy, play, and meaning. I dug deeper into the element of design to test my right hemisphere's abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of each chapter of the book, Pink presents several simple activities to exercise one's right hemisphere. The activity I tried was one entitled Channel Your Annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink borrowed this suggestion from Stefan Sagmeister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Choose a household item that annoys you in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Go by yourself to a cafe with pen and paper, but without a book and without a newspaper, and, for the duration of your cup of coffee, think about improving the poorly designed item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Send the idea/sketch as it is to the manufacturer of your annoying household item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After reading this, I was inspired to go forth and improve the design of some flawed object. Although I did not do this alone in a cafe with a cup of coffee (I don't drink coffee, you see), I did think of an object (an object that is questionably household, but an object nonetheless) that I could improve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you have watched clumsy young boys in rented tuxedos knock over an intricate array of candles in an attempt to light them all with one of those long, spear-like candle lighters on America's Funniest Home Videos? Although such a sight might provide a laugh, knocking over lighted candles indoors is extremely dangerous. Think of all the bloopers you've seen in which the wedding dress ignites or the flower arrangements burst into flames because the candles fell over when the ceremonial candle lighters slipped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traditional candle lighter used in weddings looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349587157857438322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/Sj2NLT8VinI/AAAAAAAAACI/mMqiMbcYjc4/s320/Candle%2520Lighter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a retractable wick to light multiple candles and a cap to snuff them out later, this design is relatively simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest adding a trigger to the base of the wand, where one holds the pole, that would control the release of a small amount of the substance used to extinguish fires in case of emergency. This improvement would not alter the aesthetic appearance of the traditional device, but would greatly decrease the risk of its use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This exercise forced me to use the creative, "out-of-the-box" type thinking of the right half of my brain. Perhaps, by continually trying simple tasks like this one, I can alter the way I see the world and gain a "whole new mind."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-914791491086076359?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/914791491086076359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=914791491086076359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/914791491086076359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/914791491086076359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/06/channeling-my-annoyance.html' title='Channeling My Annoyance'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/Sj2NLT8VinI/AAAAAAAAACI/mMqiMbcYjc4/s72-c/Candle%2520Lighter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-8008040577553731572</id><published>2009-05-28T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:25:32.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Days Of Sophomore Year</title><content type='html'>Wow! I can not believe that in two days I will no longer be a sophomore. My friends and I can't decide if this year went by fast or slow, and I can see it both ways. In some ways, this year has dragged on for eternity. For example, the homework assignments seem never-ending. But, when I think back to everything I have done in the past nine months, time has flown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From cheering at high school football games and being in the colorguard of the BHS band, to basketball games and turning 16, I've been busy. The past two months of tryouts and elections have been hectic and crazy, but I'm excited for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect a lot of change in becoming a Junior, except that I will no longer be part of the lowest class on the high school hierarchical ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this year was busy, I know the next will be a blur. Among club responsibilities, cheering on the Pioneers and directing the band as drum major, I must also fit in a full schedule of classes-whew! I'm tired already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is the life I choose, and I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it will be my friends standing at that podium, making speeches, and pulling off senior pranks. Here's to being one year closer to graduation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-8008040577553731572?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/8008040577553731572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=8008040577553731572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/8008040577553731572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/8008040577553731572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-days-of-sophomore-year.html' title='Last Days Of Sophomore Year'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-999092290942599843</id><published>2009-05-28T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:09:26.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Sunrise</title><content type='html'>Michael Landon Jr. and Tracie Peterson's &lt;em&gt;One More Sunrise&lt;/em&gt; is touching romantic novel-just the kind I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon's Christian view is promenient in this story of a marriage that takes the back burner to Joe Daley's failed dream of becoming a fighter pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe, a crop duster and alcoholic, failed his medical exam and was denied the ability to fly for his country. He lives the the shadow of his older brother who died a war hero overseas. Constantly depressed or drunk, his irresponsibility irritates his high school sweetheart and wife, Meg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old school friend and son of the town traitor starts courting local farmers in an attempt to establish corporate farming in the area, but something's not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Meg kicks him out and he nearly dies in a mysterious plane accident, Joe realizes he must change his ways to win her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can Joe truly change, give up the alcohol, and get past his disappointment to recreate the romance of Meg's high school years? Read this book to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-999092290942599843?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/999092290942599843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=999092290942599843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/999092290942599843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/999092290942599843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-more-sunrise.html' title='One More Sunrise'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-1439522506337401031</id><published>2009-05-25T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:46:51.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Mice and Men Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Of Mice and Men&lt;/em&gt;, written by John Steinbeck is one of my new favorites. The tale of struggle and loyalty-and ultimate betrayal (but can it really be called betrayal if it is for the good and happiness of a friend?) is to say the least, heart-wrenching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie-I cried at the end of this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George, a smart, hard-working man takes care of Lenny his huge, mentally retarded friend after Lenny's great aunt passes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their dream of a better life with a house and a farm of their own drives them through their many menial jobs during the Great Depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny, perhaps the most misunderstood character in the book, likes to pet soft things, which gets him in some tough situations. Through it all, George is by his side, helping Lenny out of the messes he innocently creates and acting for his own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this book is a tear-jerker, it is a fast read and well worth your time. If you can get past the language used by ignorant ranchers of that time, you will enjoy the touching story of two friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-1439522506337401031?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/1439522506337401031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=1439522506337401031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/1439522506337401031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/1439522506337401031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-mice-and-men-review.html' title='Of Mice and Men Review'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-7609330179320683776</id><published>2009-05-25T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:47:43.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The House on Mango Street Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The House on Mango Street&lt;/em&gt; by Sandra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cisneros&lt;/span&gt; is unlike most of my usual reads. Comprised of short, unconnected &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vignettes&lt;/span&gt; about a young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hispanic&lt;/span&gt; girl becoming a young woman, it was a little hard to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each chapter granted a quick glimpse into various worries in Esperanza's mind. From her hair to her neighbors to the hardships of living in the slums of town where her nationality is a burden, the book covers many topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, one who likes a solid story line and a happy ending, this work left me slightly unfulfilled. However, the book did provide an excellent view into the life of a typical young girl of a different cultural and racial background and ended with a sense of hope for a better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quick read would benefit someone who wants insight into a different culture, but I would not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; it for leisurely reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-7609330179320683776?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/7609330179320683776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=7609330179320683776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/7609330179320683776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/7609330179320683776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/05/house-on-mango-street-review.html' title='The House on Mango Street Review'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-2417593469275935701</id><published>2009-05-14T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:37:38.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Giver Review</title><content type='html'>Lois Lowry's profoundly prophetic novel, &lt;em&gt;The Giver, &lt;/em&gt;tells of a bland future society. In this world, Jonas, a young boy, is selected to become the new Receiver of Memory at the annual Ceremony, where children of the age twelve are assigned to occupations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have read this book twice before, I always find new, deeper meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around, the harsh, controlling society stood out in my thoughts. The people in this novel had basically no freedoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From birth, citizens learned what was "polite" and "rude" and made formal apologies for any comments or deeds that caused discomfort or brought attention to differences. They dressed the same and lived in the same houses. Food was delivered at set times. All children born in a year officially aged at an annual Ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Elders choose occupations for each individual. Couples had to apply for children, up to one boy and one girl per "family unit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this strange world, only the Giver and Jonas, the new Receiver, truly have feelings. Jonas suffers under the weight of all the memories of the history of the world. This is the society's solution to keep from repeating history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Jonas and the Giver realize that their peers are missing out on so much. Their plan to release the memories back to the masses goes defunct when Jonas makes the life or death decision to save a small baby from the inhumane procedure of Release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Lowry's book truly showed that a true "Utopia" is can only be reached outside the society's "perfect" boundaries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-2417593469275935701?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/2417593469275935701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=2417593469275935701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/2417593469275935701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/2417593469275935701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/05/giver-review.html' title='The Giver Review'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-6635944234496241537</id><published>2009-05-14T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:43:52.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Farm Review</title><content type='html'>George Orwell's &lt;em&gt;Animal Farm, &lt;/em&gt;billed as a fairy tale, is anything but. In fact, it is an allegory of the Russian Revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigs represent Stalin, Trotsky and Lenin. Horses and sheep are the proletariat. There are even dogs to portray Stalin's secret police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this tale of rebellion, betrayal, and irony, the animals overthrow their human master in hopes of establishing a land of freedom. However, greed and the lure of power get in the way, leading to a dictatorship more miserable than the animals could have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orwell tells it like it is is this novel, not painting a picture of a harmonious utopia, but rather showing the true discontent of the public when authority gets out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book sheds a different light on the Russian Revolution and provides a grim warning for all democratic societies. I enjoyed it and recommend it to anyone with an interest in protecting their freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-6635944234496241537?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/6635944234496241537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=6635944234496241537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/6635944234496241537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/6635944234496241537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/05/animal-farm-review.html' title='Animal Farm Review'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-1934025078984241141</id><published>2009-05-14T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:29:30.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some of you may have heard of the poem by William Carlos Williams entitled &lt;em&gt;The Red Wheelbarrow&lt;/em&gt;. It goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much depends &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;upon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A red wheel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;barrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;glazed with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beside the white&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chickens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading and discussing this poem (notice how the words of each stanza appear in the shape of a wheelbarrow), we wrote our own poem in the same style. Here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much depends upon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a tattered sheet of music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yellowed and torn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;covered in penciled squiggles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sitting on the stand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-1934025078984241141?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/1934025078984241141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=1934025078984241141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/1934025078984241141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/1934025078984241141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-of-you-may-have-heard-of-poem-by.html' title=''/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-1537840611340528499</id><published>2009-04-15T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:01:19.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Techie Tool</title><content type='html'>Of all the technology now integrated into our educational systems, my personal favorite is this, the blog. Mostly used for English assignments, the blog provides an outlet through which my thoughts can freely flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the freedom of my blog. My assignments, opinions, and ideas are published for the world. In my posts, I really feel that my "voice" is heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great aspect of blogging is the feedback. I can read other classmates' entries for ideas and they can comment on my work. My teacher can also let me know how she likes my writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this era of instant, global communication, it seems the world is ever shrinking. Expressing myself through this blog is one way I use the astounding technological advances of today to enhance my education.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-1537840611340528499?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/1537840611340528499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=1537840611340528499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/1537840611340528499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/1537840611340528499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/04/favorite-techie-tool.html' title='Favorite Techie Tool'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-49510608313815287</id><published>2009-04-14T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:00:13.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect You Book Review</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought that your life was in a downward spiral? In Elizabeth Brown's &lt;em&gt;Perfect You, &lt;/em&gt;Kate Brown's sophomore year is not going as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start, her father quit his job at a software company to sell Perfect You vitamins because of a freak accident in which everything on his desk was broken excepting a vitamin bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her best friend Anna suddenly became popular over the summer and now can not find time in her schedule of cheerleading, perfect boyfriends, and pretty friends to even speak to Kate. What really bothers Kate is the fact that no one ever asks why she and Anna are no longer friends; they simply accept that the new Anna had no room left for Kate in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of Mr. Brown's sudden career change, Kate's family is stressed. Her disapproving grandmother moves in, toting her checkbook, and Kate begins working at her father's vitamin booth in the mall to help cut the cost of employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything is bad in Kate's life, though. Will, whom she has been in love with since her first day as a freshman, starts talking to her on his breaks from his job at the shoe store in the mall. After an encounter in the storage area behind the mall, Kate and Will develop a love-hate relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever lost a best friend, you know how horrible it feels to watch her walk down the halls with her new posse. High school is tough and Elizabeth Scott's tale is both touching and wise. I recommend this book to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;279 pages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-49510608313815287?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/49510608313815287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=49510608313815287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/49510608313815287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/49510608313815287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfect-you-book-review.html' title='Perfect You Book Review'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-5496043382445290595</id><published>2009-04-05T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:55:00.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>I was fortunate enough to spend my spring break with 75 of my closest friends in the "happiest place on Earth". That's right-the band went to Disney World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the 17-hour, overnight bus trip was made slightly more comfortable by the charter buses we rented, I would not recommend sleeping in those chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in Orlando, we visited Disney's Hollywood Studios, home of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rockin&lt;/span&gt;' Roller Coaster and the Tower of Terror. Ask some of the guys what they thought of the Little Mermaid show too! Even though I learned to love roller coasters on the trip, the Beauty and the Beast musical was my true favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night we ate at Medieval Times, a dinner and tournament show where grown men dress up as knights and joust on horses. That was quite entertaining, let me tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to go to Universal Studios and Island of Adventure for the first time. All the best roller coasters are in those parks. Dueling Dragons and the Hulk were probably the most fun. I never knew how much I loved zooming through the air and above water on thin pieces of steel while defying gravity until that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we competed in the All-American Music Festival. We played the three songs we had prepared for the judges and attended the awards ceremony that night in Universal Studios. We won our division and also overall for concert band. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mardi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gras&lt;/span&gt; parade that night only heightened our excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last day in Orlando, we had park hopper tickets and used them to the fullest. The group I was with went to Epcot, Animal Kingdom, and Magic Kingdom that day. The highlights of Sunday included posing for the camera on Expedition Everest in Animal Kingdom, watching the fireworks show over Cinderella's castle, laughing hysterically as Sam nearly got thrown out of the park for chasing Goofy and poking him, and singing Part of Your World from the Little Mermaid at the top of our lungs on the ferry while leaving the park for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home was easier to endure because our exhaustion made sleep a necessity. I am grateful for the opportunity to go on such a trip and know that I will not soon forget all the fun we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. For a glimpse of some of our wacky experiences, check out Carrie Beth's videos on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. Our dance is hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-5496043382445290595?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/5496043382445290595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=5496043382445290595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/5496043382445290595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/5496043382445290595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-6679407918529385199</id><published>2009-03-30T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:55:15.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthem Essay Contest-An Excerpt</title><content type='html'>Ayn Rand's &lt;em&gt;Anthem&lt;/em&gt; is a tale of the victory of the individual human over the philosophy known as collectivism. The main character, Equality 7-2521, scales multiple hurdles in his quest for a better lifestyle. Although he ends up a vastly outnumbered fugitive of the only home he has ever known, his undying hope leads him to a more liberating freedom than he could ever have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading Rand's novel, my English class submitted essays to the Ayn Rand Institute for a writing competition. The following is an excerpt from my entry:&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;"In Equality 7-2521’s world, society as we know it lies abandoned for centuries, while Equality 7-2521’s crimes seriously challenge the Brothers’ social order. He believes he has done an admirable service by finding his new light, but the Scholars say that “what is not done collectively cannot be good,” (Anthem, page 73) The philosophies of choices and freethinking, along with what we consider today certain, unalienable rights, are unheard of in this fictional future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The society Equality 7-2521 was born into facilitates monotonous beings that perform &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-assigned labor with obsolete technology. The authorities in his world discourage individual thought. As Equality explains in the beginning of the book, “it is a sin to think words no others think and to put them down on paper no others are to see. It is base and evil…and we know that there is no transgression blacker than to do or think alone” (Anthem, page 17). Thus, members of his civilization have been taught.            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all this strange hardship, Equality 7-2521 clings to the hope for a better way of life. He searches for knowledge at every opportunity, risking his life to make discoveries in his beloved, sacred tunnel."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-6679407918529385199?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/6679407918529385199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=6679407918529385199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/6679407918529385199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/6679407918529385199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/03/anthem-essay-contest-excerpt.html' title='Anthem Essay Contest-An Excerpt'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-2249401270809587211</id><published>2009-03-17T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:43:30.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthem</title><content type='html'>Hope springs eternal. What an inspiring phrase. What a comforting thought to know that the sun will always rise on a new day. Hope is a main theme in Ayn Rand's &lt;em&gt;Anthem&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in a sea of sameness, the main character, Equality 7-2521, is tired of living for the "Great WE". He longs for knowledge and the freedom of individual thought. The authorities in his society enforce mundane and obsolete ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Equality 7-2521 finds a tunnel full of treasures from the Unmentionable Times, he adopts that place as a sanctuary for discovery. Risking his life for his precious light, he tries to enlighten the Council, only to be reprimanded to the point of having to run away through the Uncharted Forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with his true love, Liberty 5-3000, Equality 7-2521 finds an ancient house full of texts of the long-lost knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can Equality's spirit of liberation and hope prevail over his insanely oppressive society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story of unfailing hope is a must read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-2249401270809587211?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/2249401270809587211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=2249401270809587211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/2249401270809587211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/2249401270809587211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/03/anthem.html' title='Anthem'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-994247188838641047</id><published>2009-03-17T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:35:49.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Midsummer Night's Dream</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt like your life is out of your control? That nothing can go right for you? That no matter how hard you try, he just will not love you? Shakespeare's &lt;em&gt;A Midsummer Night's Dream &lt;/em&gt;may hold the explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a story of arranged marriages and forbidden love, fairies and enchanted flowers intrude upon four Athenian lovers' lives. Helena, engaged to Demetrius, but in love with Lysander, runs away with Lysander to escape her father's wrath. Hermia, Helena's best friend and confidant, tells Demetrius of Helena's escape and lovingly follows him into the wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in the forest, Puck, the Fairy King's servant, in a misguided act of kindness, causes everyone to fall in love with the wrong person, creating a very tangled web of affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare's romanticism and well-timed comic relief in the form of a hodge-podge acting troupe who are preparing a play for their king's nuptials, are vital to this classic tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a light-hearted love story with a few laughs along the way, Shakespeare's &lt;em&gt;A Midsummer Night's Dream &lt;/em&gt;is the book to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-994247188838641047?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/994247188838641047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=994247188838641047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/994247188838641047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/994247188838641047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/03/midsummer-nights-dream.html' title='A Midsummer Night&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-1911006150750195851</id><published>2009-03-11T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T05:47:21.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Make My World Perfect...</title><content type='html'>In my personal utopia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The world would live in peace.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one would have to deal with poverty or hunger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deadly diseases would be eradicated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nations would help each other instead of fighting to stay ahead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Humans would fit into the biosphere without trying to control it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cupid would never stop working.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone a person loved would be near, not 800 miles away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crime would be nonexistent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jesus' name would be proclaimed from every corner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life would be meaningful and precious, not something casually flung aside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love would prevail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-1911006150750195851?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/1911006150750195851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=1911006150750195851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/1911006150750195851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/1911006150750195851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-make-my-world-perfect.html' title='To Make My World Perfect...'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-2425791463433945039</id><published>2009-02-16T14:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:33:59.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk to Remember Review</title><content type='html'>Do you remember your very first true love? Or, like me, are you still waiting on it to come along? The number one &lt;em&gt;New York Times &lt;/em&gt;bestselling romance novelist Nicholas Sparks outdoes himself in &lt;em&gt;A Walk to Remember&lt;/em&gt;, a touching and timeless story of young love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon Carter, a typical high school boy has known Jamie Sullivan his entire life and never given her much thought. Desperate for a homecoming date, he resorts to Jamie, the daughter of the local Baptist minister. She agrees on one condition, he had to promise not to fall in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through drama class and the annual production of the Christmas pageant, Landon and Jamie get to know each other. In a predictable fashion, he falls for her, the nerdy girl in a brown cardigan who is never without her Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon must overcome his insecurities about being seen in public with Jamie before their love can truly take flight. In the winter months, Landon becomes completely smitten with Jamie, who obviously likes him too, but is holding something back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can their young love stand the tests of God's plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is both heartwarming and tear jerking. I recommend it to anyone with a romantic side or anyone looking for a good cry. &lt;em&gt;A Walk to Remember &lt;/em&gt;is a great valentine read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-2425791463433945039?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/2425791463433945039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=2425791463433945039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/2425791463433945039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/2425791463433945039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/02/walk-to-remember-review.html' title='A Walk to Remember Review'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-5678834273856644361</id><published>2009-02-16T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:34:33.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a Stand</title><content type='html'>"'Cause when push comes to shove, you taste what you're made of. You might bend till you break 'cause it's all you can take. On your knees you look up, decide you've had enough. You get mad, you get strong, wipe your hands, shake it off. Then you stand.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country music group Rascal Flatts sums up the meaning of taking a stand in their hit, &lt;em&gt;Stand. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes situations become dire enough that a person must take actions. Although standing up for one's beliefs may bring about immediate negative reactions, it is always a positive choice to follow one's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in sixth grade, my group of friends had a tumultuous time. My best friend's mother was battling cancer. My new baby brother was in and out of the hospital seven times. My other friends were constantly battling over the same boys. Life was hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that world of middle school drama and best friends forever scandals, the dynamics of our formerly close-knit group constantly fluctuated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth grade was the first year of the magnet programs, so we had classes with brand new people. Some of these people were unbelievably fractious and just plain mean. One particular girl had her mind set on stealing my best friend. She left me out of slumber parties and secrets. On the playground, she would not let my best friend play with me. I was devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I had had enough. I was sick of this girl's fake friendship and trouble making. One day after school, I confronted her. I told her that she had no reason to be mean to me and had no right to steal my friends. I said that I really did not care what she thought of me because I knew what true friends were and she did not fit the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that incident, she stopped coming between my best friend and me. She found another girl to befriend who helped her harass less assertive girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that I stood up to that bully because if I had not, I probably would still be tormented today by her and would be a far less confident person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By letting that girl hear my voice, I made it known that I would not allow bullies to push me around and control my life. I live by the same philosophy today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-5678834273856644361?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/5678834273856644361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=5678834273856644361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/5678834273856644361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/5678834273856644361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/02/taking-stand.html' title='Taking a Stand'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-7339829820832603856</id><published>2009-02-16T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:41:52.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call of the Wild Review</title><content type='html'>Kidnapped and sold into a brutal workforce in the frozen Arctic, Buck is in for an adventure. Jack London's &lt;em&gt;The Call of the Wild&lt;/em&gt; captivates readers with its realistic insight into the mind of a sled dog on a plight to find himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buck, a domesticated pet from a southern home, is kidnapped and sold to go to work pulling sleds in the Klondike gold rush. He meets brutal men who rule with clubs, kind drivers who marvel at his talent and one man whom he learns to love. Along the way, Buck learns how to defend himself in the cruel, competitive world of sled dogs, steal necessary food, and stay on the winning side of fights. In order to become the leader of the pack, Buck even fights one dog, Spitz, to the death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London, a seasoned gold rusher himself, paints vivid scenes of the Canadian wilderness, barren ice trails, and rugged trading posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the story, Buck finds a certain thrill from living in the wild. The instincts passed down from ancient generations tug at Buck's heart. After his best friend, John Thornton dies in a Yeehat attack, Buck finds that "man and the claims of man no longer [bind] him" (The Call of the Wild, 134). He can finally answer the "call of the wild" and join his feral brethren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buck is a strong willed character who stands up for his beliefs and gets what he wants. Even though he is canine, he can be a role model for people everywhere. I learned from Buck never to allow my past to control my path in life. I must take charge and answer whatever call my heart may feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend Jack London's The Call of the Wild to anyone and everyone. Readers will laugh and cry (if they have any heart at all that is) at Buck's journey to find himself. This classic is still a must-read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-7339829820832603856?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/7339829820832603856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=7339829820832603856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/7339829820832603856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/7339829820832603856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/02/call-of-wild-review.html' title='The Call of the Wild Review'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-9086802617882766889</id><published>2009-02-07T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:11:43.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antigone Review</title><content type='html'>A family curse. A fratricidal duel. A woman disregarding a royal decree. These themes are center stage in Sophocles' enduring play &lt;em&gt;Antigone&lt;/em&gt;. His Antigone, the epitome of feminine strength and will, is inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antigone and her sister Ismene have lost both of their brothers, Polynices and Eteocles in an ill-fated battle. King Creon declared Eteocles a hero for defending his city and honored his death, but ordered that Polynices, who had left the city then attacked it as a foreigner, be left in the streets to rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophocles focuses on the issue of choosing between loyalty to royal authority and family. Antigone risks her life to honor her brother's death without a second thought. I am unsure if I would be able to take such a strong stand as she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story, full of ultimatums and ironic deaths, is paralleled in Shakespeare's &lt;em&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/em&gt;. In both plays, suicide ruins romantic relationships in a quite untimely manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the time period in which it was written, &lt;em&gt;Antigone &lt;/em&gt;may not be the average reader's cup of tea; however, I do recommend this tale of fate, rebellion, and brotherly love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-9086802617882766889?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/9086802617882766889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=9086802617882766889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/9086802617882766889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/9086802617882766889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/02/taking-stand-antigone-review.html' title='Antigone Review'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-4775493720636289548</id><published>2009-01-22T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:34:18.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Persuasion-A Delicate Art</title><content type='html'>I have heard that people who have a knack for swaying the opinions of their peers generally become successful in business, politics, and even life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word persuasion often brings a negative connotation to my mind-images of wily, devious entrepreneurs making underhanded deals to get ahead. Although today many use persuasion for evil, this skill is not mendacious when used in a sincere manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the most renowned leaders of our time have mastered the art of persuasion. A few trustworthy politicians actually inspire crowds to join their cause. Pastors, men usually regarded as holy, use this skill in every sermon when trying to win converts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to manipulate people is a useful skill, but one that should be carefully controlled. In persuading others to join a group, do a favor, or see a different point of view, one must never force his or her opinions upon them, but rather, present and support a point in a way that allows the audience to make the best-educated decision for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-4775493720636289548?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/4775493720636289548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=4775493720636289548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/4775493720636289548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/4775493720636289548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2009/01/persuasion-delicate-art.html' title='Persuasion-A Delicate Art'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-870166588019296518</id><published>2008-12-18T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:50:34.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophmore Year-50% Complete</title><content type='html'>As we finish up our semester exams and shove our books under our beds until January 6th, undoubtedly everyone is ready for a break from school. These last few weeks have been pandemonium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing to think that half of my sophomore year is over. In the last five months I have cheered at my very first high school football game, made it through marching band season without seriously injuring anyone with my flag (sorry Paige!), dealt with three AP biology teachers in the first month of school, and survived all of Mr. Sparks' Algebra II tests! And that doesn't even touch the social aspect of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School is much more fun than junior high. The freedom, opportunities, and people are all welcome changes. Our school offers so many extracurriculars that it's hard not to be busy. While the workload sometimes reaches ridiculous levels, I have yet to have a psychological breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually a little sad thinking about how fast my high school experience is expiring. I watch as every day the milestones my friends and I dreamed of back in elementary school pass us by. I do not want to look back at this time in my life with any regrets, so I am going to continue to make the best of my sophomore year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-870166588019296518?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/870166588019296518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=870166588019296518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/870166588019296518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/870166588019296518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2008/12/sophmore-year-50-complete.html' title='Sophmore Year-50% Complete'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-104406096969130780</id><published>2008-12-12T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:36:10.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Your Destiny</title><content type='html'>Do you believe in fate? The characters in Shakespeare's &lt;em&gt;Julius Caesar&lt;/em&gt; do. Fate and superstition play integral roles in the development of the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the time of Caesar, the plebeians, &lt;strong&gt;commoners who were neither affluent nor educated&lt;/strong&gt;, relied heavily on omens and augury to predict their futures. &lt;strong&gt;Believing that higher powers controlled every aspect of their lives&lt;/strong&gt;, they felt that their free will had little effect on the ultimate outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare refers to all kinds of portents in his play. A soothsayer warns Caesar to "beware the Ides of March". Calphurnia, &lt;strong&gt;Caesar's wife&lt;/strong&gt;, begs him to stay home from the Senate after dreaming of fountains flowing with Caesar's blood. Brutus is visited by the ghost of Julius. On the night the conspirators met to plan the assassination, nature presaged a catastrophe with its thunder, lightning, unusual animal sightings, and even earthquakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some might argue that the Senators plotted of their own free will, who is to say that the conspiracy was not all a part of a grander scheme that entwined their fates with the tragic fall of the tyrannical Caesar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare might have been on to something. Is anything really of our own free will? Is it possible to truly control one's destiny?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-104406096969130780?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/104406096969130780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=104406096969130780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/104406096969130780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/104406096969130780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-your-destiny.html' title='It&apos;s Your Destiny'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-1507317407023866827</id><published>2008-12-08T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:50:08.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Leader?</title><content type='html'>In Shakespeare's play, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Julius Caesar&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; most of the characters are men hungry for political power. Caesar welcomed the idea of becoming an absolute dictator. The conspirators, excepting Brutus,  envied Caesar's power and murdered him. After Caesar's fall, Mark Antony began plotting for more power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some believe that Antony's ability to sway an audience is a characteristic of a good leader. However, this is merely an oratorical skill. Mark Antony took over the podium after  Brutus' speech, and took advantage of the people's shock and emotion to lead them to believe that all the conspirators were evil for ridding Rome of its leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antony, &lt;strong&gt;sensing an opportunity for domination&lt;/strong&gt;,  knew that in the wake of Caesar's death, if he could persuade the common people that the conspirators were criminals, he could take over Rome. He merely used the citizens to climb the ladder of power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney once said, "Leadership means that a group, large or small, is willing to entrust authority to a person who has shown judgment, wisdom, personal appeal, and proven competence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antony did not show judgment, wisdom, or competence. He simply manipulated peasants to side with him in order to advance politically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many politicians today do the very same thing. &lt;strong&gt;Speaking eloquently&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;with upbeat messages, sweeping generalities, and shameless propaganda,&lt;/strong&gt; they win supporters by the thousands. While these orators have ultimate personal appeal, they are not always the honest, hard-working people we want leading our country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-1507317407023866827?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/1507317407023866827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=1507317407023866827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/1507317407023866827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/1507317407023866827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2008/12/true-leader.html' title='A True Leader?'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-8058046658534089473</id><published>2008-11-15T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:59:26.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SSD6IY3PkiI/AAAAAAAAABw/8-CXvcvb0S4/s1600-h/ear-closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269486586043535906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SSD6IY3PkiI/AAAAAAAAABw/8-CXvcvb0S4/s200/ear-closeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my further reading of &lt;em&gt;The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Teens &lt;/em&gt;by Sean Covey, Habit 5: Seek First To Understand, Then To Be Understood stands out in my mind. The &lt;strong&gt;gravity&lt;/strong&gt; of this habit is clear; everyone wants to be understood. Most everyone desires someone to listen to his or her problems. Before you can fix another's problems, you must first listen and understand that person's feelings. Covey says that the problem with listening is that most people do not know how to listen. Common poor listening styles include spacing out when others speak, pretending to listen by commenting at pauses in the conversation, selectively listening to only part of the conversation, listening to words without noticing tone or body language, and listening in a self-centered manner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genuine listening requires a bit more effort. The first step is to listen with your eyes, heart, and ears. Only 7% of communication comes from the words spoken. Body language makes up 53%, and the tone in which words delivered account for the remaining 40%. You must listen to what a person is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; saying to fully understand what they mean. Second, you should stand in the other person's shoes. People often think conversations are competitions. Since everyone has different backgrounds and points of view, more than one opinion in a situation can be correct. The third step in being a genuine listener is to practice mirroring, or repeating back in your own words what the other person is saying and feeling. The second part of this habit, &lt;strong&gt;seeking to be understood&lt;/strong&gt; is harder. It takes courage to share your feelings with others. Feedback &lt;strong&gt;given correctly&lt;/strong&gt; can also help others understand you and can be a deposit in the RBA, or relationship bank account. This habit made me wonder how much I have been missing in conversations by not taking the time to genuinely listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-8058046658534089473?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/8058046658534089473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=8058046658534089473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/8058046658534089473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/8058046658534089473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2008/11/say-what.html' title='Say What?'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SSD6IY3PkiI/AAAAAAAAABw/8-CXvcvb0S4/s72-c/ear-closeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-7387698634664396200</id><published>2008-11-06T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:49:12.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put First Things First</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     For my English class, I have begun reading the book &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Teens &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by Sean Covey. It is a sort of self-help book to assist teenagers in getting a hold on their hectic lives. So far, the habit that really hit home was Habit 3: Put First Things First.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As most of us well know, the modern teenager is swamped. Between cheerleading, band, schoolwork, family, and friends, there is no down time! In Habit 2, I decided what the most important aspects of my life are. Habit 3 teaches me to prioritize and manage my time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This habit also talks about will-power, your ability to say yes to the important things, and won't power, your ability to refuse less important things and stand up to peer pressure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     In Habit 3 Covey speaks of the four time quadrants in which we spend our time: the procrastinator, the prioritizer, the yes-man, and the slacker. He believes that Quadrant 2: The Prioritizer is the quadrant we should aim for. Important, but not urgent things make up this quadrant. Activities of a prioritizer might include being with friends, relaxing, exercising, planning ahead, and doing homework on time. People who live in this quadrant have it all together; they are in control of their lives.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;strong&gt;an overly busy perfectionist&lt;/strong&gt;, tend to live in Quadrant 1: The Procrastinator. Characteristics of a procrastinator include addiction to urgency, thriving under pressure, stress and anxiety, burnout, and mediocre performance. I am a prime example of a person living in Quadrant 1, putting off my English assignments until the night before they are due. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After reading this habit, I think that Sean Covey's tips for spending more time in Quadrant 2 will really help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-7387698634664396200?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/7387698634664396200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=7387698634664396200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/7387698634664396200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/7387698634664396200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2008/11/put-first-things-first.html' title='Put First Things First'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-3478152862199890358</id><published>2008-10-14T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:43:53.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, in my English class, we read the book &lt;em&gt;The Invisible Man&lt;/em&gt; by H.G. Wells. It is about a man who, through years of research and experimentation, actually turns himself invisible! It was an interesting book to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science fiction is a unique genre. It is sometimes a person's perception and personal explanation for an unexplainable phenomena. Other times it becomes a fabricated story stemming from the depths of a human imagination. Science fiction authors take earthly knowledge, exaggerate or expand upon it in a futuristic or improbable way, and set a story in a realistic setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While works of this genre are entertaining, they are rarely based on any proven scientific fact and are definitely not to be taken seriously. When given serious thought, most ideas in science fiction are ludicrous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I enjoy reading science fiction occasionally, it is not my favorite genre as it frequently contradicts logic and my religious beliefs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-3478152862199890358?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/3478152862199890358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=3478152862199890358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/3478152862199890358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/3478152862199890358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2008/10/recently-in-my-english-class-we-read.html' title=''/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-3811901526706113854</id><published>2008-10-14T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:48:35.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail to the Chief!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SPVKyryhbHI/AAAAAAAAABI/ptWHk-pZ610/s1600-h/presidential+seal.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257190374633466994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="155" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SPVKyryhbHI/AAAAAAAAABI/ptWHk-pZ610/s320/presidential+seal.png" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I support Senator John McCain for the office of presidency of the United States. I have faith that as commander in chief of our nation, he will do whatever it takes to maintain the great standard of our country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;First of all, I admire the fact that McCain wants to finish the job in Iraq before recalling troops. I believe that this is the safest and most effective way to end the war. We started this war as a nation and we should carry it out to completion in demonstration of our strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another issue I am quite concerned about is the recent downfall in our economy. I think that McCain showed true leadership and patriotism by putting his campaign on hold to go to work in Washington to try to solve the economic crisis. He put his country ahead of his personal gain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I also believe that our education system is in serious need of reform. As Senator McCain's running mate, Governor Sarah Palin, mentioned in the vice presidential debate, the No Child Left Behind program needs more flexibility in its policies. Moreover, our nation's schools and educators need additional funding to improve test scores and literacy rates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wish Senator McCain the best of luck in the remainder of his campaign. I hope that this November he is the man making a victory speech. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-3811901526706113854?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/3811901526706113854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=3811901526706113854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/3811901526706113854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/3811901526706113854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2008/10/hail-to-chief.html' title='Hail to the Chief!'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SPVKyryhbHI/AAAAAAAAABI/ptWHk-pZ610/s72-c/presidential+seal.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007370101071587698.post-4733767182941292090</id><published>2008-09-17T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:29:52.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Isabella is a beautiful, intelligent, strong young lady who battles injustices against her fellow women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Her civilian identity is a cheerleader for the Brown Haired Sweethearts competitive team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There, she is a member of a squad that has won nationals three years in a row and has placed second or third the last three years at worlds.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Whenever she hears of a damsel in distress, she becomes Bella, the women's rights warrior. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She fights for the equal treatment of women in the workplace and at home.  One of Bella's recent battles was against Dr. Macho, who believed that female doctors are inferior.  She changed his mind when she, a brain surgeon herself, altered his temporal lobe, reversing his opinion.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;also fights for ladies in abusive relationships.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Abusive husbands don't stand a chance when Bella comes around.  She has been known to knock out offending men before carting them off to jail.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bella's most important role is as a spokesperson for the Women in Politics organization.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She speaks out against male supremest ideas and promotes women for public office.  Rumors fly that Bella might run for President, that is, if she's ready to turn in her pom-poms. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I look up to Bella and hope that one day young girls will be as inspired by me as I am by her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007370101071587698-4733767182941292090?l=graymatter2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/feeds/4733767182941292090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007370101071587698&amp;postID=4733767182941292090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/4733767182941292090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007370101071587698/posts/default/4733767182941292090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graymatter2011.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-hero.html' title='My Hero'/><author><name>~caitlin11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13814877154209519318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcQHjXD9s4w/SROjr9F5mjI/AAAAAAAAABY/2V9HrcgxxbI/S220/American+Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
