This Is The End, My Only Friend, The End

Wow, this is really my final blog. I feel like I am leaving somewhere that I have never been physical. This is like the quote Dr. Nafisi’s stole from Humbert in Lolita; we have to imagine each other because we do not exist it we don’t. Through words in blogs and Peer Draft Reviews, I have imagined you guys. It was fun, but challenging. I think if this was my only class or I had a couple of easy classes along with this one I would appreciate it more. Despite having a tough schedule, this class got a lot of my attention for the last sixteen weeks. It’s going to be different not writing one of these blogs every Friday. I guess I could keep writing them, but I probably will not.

English 103 taught me a different style of reading. Sometime you read and you just take what the writer gives you. Not in this class, it was like a treasure hunt. We where trying to figure out what the writer was trying to imply. What was the writer trying to hide? Is he bias? Is the writer bullshitting me? I think that is what made this class fun and at the same time challenging. Most of the assignments had no right or wrong answer, but you had to answer them thoughtfully and explain how you came to your conclusion. Also, unlike a couple of the classes I have taken at AVC, every book and reading assignment was interest. When I saw that a book call On Bullshit was part of our required reading, I knew this class would be different. It definitely did not disappoint.

I have never been asked how I felt about something so often. This was one of the main questions that the EL book always asks. It’s weird because I would be flying through my work it’s about 10:45 Sunday night. Then I run across a question that asks how "do I feel about something." When I first started in English 103 theses questions would take me a while to answer because it was so foreign. I would say to myself, "is this question supposed to make me feel a certain way?” It funny how such a simple question can be somewhat challenging.

This class made me a better more confident writer, through practice. I actually register to take English 299 to build off this momentum. It is actually just to continue writing because I don’t need the class. I should actually be able to concentrate more on the assignments because the only other classes I have are Photoshop and a digital photography class. I just go a Canon T1i, it is my first DSLR, I’m pumped.

Ok guys I guess this is the end we are the few that made it I guess there is something to be said about that. Well I guess I will see… oh yeah I have never seen you guys to start of with, you are parts of my imagination.

If Only I Knew Someone with Adderall

This research paper has definitely been a learning experience. Really taking the time to break down minor detail and explain them has been fun at times, when I am in a good flow, and challenging. The main issue is usually not understanding, but finding the words to explain. I recently learned, in my psychology class, that the temporal lobe is a part of the brain that is used specifically for this function. There was a man they called patient H.M that had a rare form of amnesia that could remember the procedure for doing a task, this was evident by him demonstrating, but if you asked him to explain the task in words he could not. Sometimes I feel like patient H.M.

The prompt I chose to write on was about how the women of Reading Lolita in Tehran, like Gatsby, created an illusion for themselves and how the Islamic Republic of Iran also create an illusion for them. This makes me think, am I creating myself, or am I unknowingly letting someone create an illusion for me. In America, unlike Iran, we are not forced to do things, but there is still a certain amount of influence that people have over us through popularity. I remember hearing the saying “you can catch more flies with honey.” If they eliminated the influence of American culture, which they attempt to, but at the same time make Islam sensationalized, would it work? Could you imagine if it was cool to wear a chador?

Another thing the research paper taught me is God is wrong, at least the God that inspired the writing of the Koran. The verse I used in my paper has God telling men to scourge, which means to whip, their wives (look it up for yourself chapter 4 verse 34). I think the fundamental thing wrong with religion is that it is created by men, (in both the human being and gender sense). It is just to tempting for someone that is writing something down for God to throw their own little twist in there, in an attempt to make it better. Also, it is out of date, you can’t use a manual for the old Apple computers with a floppy disk, for an iMac, come on baby we evolving. That being said I am not an atheist, neither was Darwin, if you didn’t like the evolving comment. This reminds me of a line from Angel and Demons when the priest asks Tom Hanks, “Do you believe in God? I'm not asking do you believe in what men say about God. I’m asking do you believe there is a God.” (Hopefully I do not get points off for not citing that correctly).

Well we are coming to and end. I hope your research paper stimulated as many distracting thoughts as mines did. I guess the main thing I learned from doing this paper is I may have ADHD.

I attempted to make this paper entertaining. I know this semester has been a long one for everyone including me. I hope you enjoyed my blog.