PREPARATION FOR TOMORROW!!

Potato casserole in the process!!!

Fall Final Essay Continued........

As I left off on Friday......... I will continue the rest here....

They are not the same because a role of a student differs from a role of a poet. For example, a poet's job is to let others know his feelings and his way of thinking. A role of a student is to do one job! Well one job that consists of varies of jobs, making their parents proud, getting good grades, studying, doing their homework, etc... Everything in life is what you want it to be. A poet's job is intrinsic because everything comes from it's in. 

      In conclusion, everything in life is different no matter what they might seem alike in. Everything can change the way a person thinks or acts. A poem can be an impact in a persons life, while other might not know about it. A poets job is really powerful and impacting in a way. It can change a person life, with just a little use of words. 

SOMETHING INTERESTING

I was in class today and I finished my work. I had nothing to do so I just started looking around the class looking at every person writing. I noticed that everyone was writing with their right hand, which is really common. I realized that I was the only person in that class that was left handed. I always wonder why not many people are left handed and most of them are right handed. I tend to feel special because of that, no lie. I did some research on left handedness and I found, "Between 10-12% of people on earth are “lefties," which is quite interesting. That's something interesting from today!

WHO UNDERSTANDS ME BUT ME

Who Understands Me But Me

By Jimmy Santiago Baca

They turn the water off, so I live without water, 

they build walls higher, so I live without treetops, 

they paint the windows black, so I live without sunshine, 

they lock my cage, so I live without going anywhere, 

they take each last tear I have, I live without tears, 

they take my heart and rip it open, I live without heart, 

they take my life and crush it, so I live without a future, 

they say I am beastly and fiendish, so I have no friends, 

they stop up each hope, so I have no passage out of hell, 

they give me pain, so I live with pain, 

they give me hate, so I live with my hate, 

they have changed me, and I am not the same man, 

they give me no shower, so I live with my smell, 

they separate me from my brothers, so I live without brothers,

who understands me when I say this is beautiful? 

who understands me when I say I have found other freedoms? 

I cannot fly or make something appear in my hand, 

I cannot make the heavens open or the earth tremble, 

I can live with myself, and I am amazed at myself, my love, my beauty, 

I am taken by my failures, astounded by my fears, 

I am stubborn and childish, 

in the midst of this wreckage of life they incurred, 

I practice being myself, 

and I have found parts of myself never dreamed of by me, 

they were goaded out from under rocks in my heart 

when the walls were built higher, 

when the water was turned off and the windows painted black. 

I followed these signs 

like an old tracker and followed the tracks deep into myself 

followed the blood-spotted path, 

deeper into dangerous regions, and found so many parts of myself, 

who taught me water is not everything, 

and gave me new eyes to see through walls, 

and when they spoke, sunlight came out of their mouths, 

and I was laughing at me with them, 

we laughed like children and made pacts to always be loyal, 

who understands me when I say this is beautiful?

Thoughts: As I read through this poem, all of thoughts were going through head! How can people think this way? How big of an imagination 

THOUGHTS ABOUT TODAY'S ESSAY

As I walked into my second period today and saw "essay," I felt something fall on me. I sort of knew that we were going to be having an essay because not many people update their blogs. I sort of felt confident because of how many times I read the poem yesterday and the notes I took. It helped guide me throughout the whole thinking and writing process.

About the essay: the prompt of the essay was not bad at all. I was actually able to do an outline in my head (I didn't write all of it on my paper) that helped me. It was easy to think about Baca's attitude towards life, learning, and prison. He was really straightforward on what the point he was trying to make get to us. I think one of the reasons I didn't struggle as much, is because the poem got to me and can somehow connect to it.

Final thoughts: I hope I actually did good as I think😂

POEM DISCUSSION

Immigrants in Our Own Land

 

By Jimmy Santiago Baca

 Jessica Parra's blog entry about the poem is similar to my thoughts towards it. As I read the first sentence, I just pictured myself saying that exact same thing. We have similar opinions and thoughts towards the poem. It does talk about immigrants how they come to the United States for a better future and life, but all they get to realize is pure disappointment.

Theme: Freedom, but it changes to change
Tone: Explaining from a point a view, mono tone
Mood: Believer in the beginning, but throughout the poem it changes to disappointment
Devices: Metaphors

1st Stanza
- he describes their travel to their own land
-immigrants view as if they are coming to a new place
-different jobs they were able to do in the country they came from, but won't be able to do it in the new place they just arrived
-opportunities fading away, as they move somewhere else

2nd Stanza
-the immigrants that came to the new world are warning the new people who are coming in
-they are letting them know that they have been tricked
-instead of having better opportunities than they expected, they get sent to miserable low paying jobs
-they came to the new world expecting something better from where they came from
-racism
-people sticking with their own kind of people

3rd Stanza
-came to the new world for a better life and to get away from dictators
-get treated better
-got treated the same or worse in the new world
- they are slowly dying inside and out

4th Stanza
-live in very poor conditions
-they are living the same way they used to live back in their hometown

5th Stanza
-in need of things
-didn't have much money
-new immigrants arriving hoping for a better life
-hearts full of dreams that will eventually not come true
-new people with the same expectations as the old immigrants had before they were introduced into reality

6th Stanza
-realization of things
-the world they used to live in was much more better than the new world
-their dreams are crushed, not any slight chance that they will come true
-nothing is the same after, the world they used to live in it doesn't exist now
-everything that they have been through has changed

Final thoughts: All this has made me realize that everything in life isn't as bad as we think. We might think that something in life is better than what we are living or we have. We say things sometimes without knowing how they really are, or might turn out to be. We must appreciate what we have because if we don't, then it might be too late later in life. Our expectations aren't always what we think they are, so lets not take for granted the life we are living right now. This poem speaks out to many people out there in the world. I just really like this poem because it caught my attention by the way it made me think.