Yoga

WOW. I loved the presentation on Tuesday, although I wished we did more yoga poses rather than breathing exercises. The presenter was excellent! I have never seen a sixty-year-old man dance and move the way he did ( actually, I have never seen ANYONE dance like that before). I really wanted to ask him if he could demonstrate the hardest yoga pose known to man, but I felt like he was not wearing the proper clothing to do so. He did not look anything like I thought a yoga (yogie?) would look like, I guess one can't really judge a book by its cover. Who knew that the path to Ecstasy who be sought after through breathing exercises and meditation? If  I knew that breathing like a bee would lead me to inner peace and happiness I would have started eighteen years ago!  

OLM... OLM...,

Samantha 

south

I left class early on tuesday (work sucks!) So I was only present in the discussion for what states are considered southern. Here's what I think, a southern state should be considered southern if and only if
A: They live below New Jersey
B: Yall is used on a regular basis
C: Residents of the state have to walk more than three minutes to get to their mail boxes
D: The state tends to vote republican (vomit)
E: Going to walmart is a form of entertainment
..... By the way I'm blogging from my new blackberry!!!!!!!
Yall come back now,
Samantha

Miss Brill

To be completely honest, I was dreading the class discussion today for the simple reason that the stories that were assigned for homework literally put me to sleep; especially Miss Brill. When I was reading the story, I literally wanted to rip my eyes out of my head because it reminded me of my junior year of high school when I attempted to read the scarlet letter. Maybe I was just tired, but I simply could not get through it. Some parts of the story were unnecessary descriptive, an entire paragraph of adjectives is not required to explain what one object looks like.... YUCK! Plus, I just didn't get it; and that's extremely frustrating. 

As it turns out, I was really glad that we had time to talk about Miss Brill at the end of class (to be honest I was hoping that we wouldn't have time to talk about it today) because one of the final comments made about the children who made fun of her completely hit home, sort of. I have a unique relationship with my crazy family in the sense that all of us make fun of each other. Its second nature , for example, for me to tell my sister that she is adopted. I tell my mom that I love triscuts more than her with the same ease that I have telling someone my name. This "making fun" is never taken seriously of course. The same goes with my best Friends. I get made fun of everything I do.  I can relate to Miss Brill when she goes back to her home and sulks; kind of. Although my friends and I pick on each other, we are never serious.

I could never wear a fox around my neck,

Samantha

Battle Royal..

I liked, uh loved, this story. Don't get me wrong; the way that the white "leaders" of the town treated the members African American community was absolutely disgusting; but despite the obvious racism an oppression that occurred in the town, one line clearly sticks out in my mind. The last line of the story states, "It was a dream I was to remember and dream again for many years after. But at that time I had no insight into its meaning. First I had to attend college." This may seem far fetched, but I can relate to this in a semi-sick and twisted way. When I was a senior in high school, I would have literally done anything and everything to get into ALL of the schools that I applied to. I would have rolled around on the electric rug in order for a scholarship. I would have battled every other high school senior Fight Club style if the prize was an acceptance letter from NYU. I would have literally chewed my own leg off (saw style) to get into certain places. Applying to college was my own battle Royal, an experience that caused me, at times, to doubt myself. These feelings of doubt were sometimes reinforced with rejection but ultimately erased with acceptance and success. 

"The first rule about fight club..........."

Samantha