I never know what to write in my blog. Once every two or three days I become inspired by something and decide to write about it in my blog, but can never get past the first three sentences. I can never understand why or how people are able to write regularly without their pieces coming out forced. Here I am again, I've only written three sentences and I'm stuck on how to continue on a piece that is about how I'm always stuck on how to continue. I'm not sure I have anything more to say, about having nothing to say, so I think I'll stop here.

Reflection of "The Bridge of San Luis Rey"

          When I first read the book, "The Bridge Over San Luis Rey" by Thornton Wilder, to be completely honest, I did not like it. I could not imagine the characters in real life situations, and I had found the plot of the book to be quite flat and a bit cheesy. To me, "The Bridge Over San Luis Rey" was just another book that I had to read for school, that is, until we did our oral presentation.

         The characters to me did not feel very genuine, a priest in search of god's will, a crazy old lady, her faithful servant who can do no harm, a deep and mysterious twin, an old womanizer and a silent little boy. They all felt like characters I had read about in other books. The only character who I had found interesting was Esteban, and even he seemed a bit redundant to me, the classic twin who looses his other twin and can not get over the loss.
           The book is a story of a priest who tries to see if there is a thing called an Act of God by looking into the lives of those who died in the collapse of the Bridge of San Luis Rey. He learns that they all died after they had made a big change in their lives, the Marquesa had just decided to be kind to Pepita, Esteban to start a new life, Uncle Pio gave up on Camila, Don Jaime left home for the first time, but they all died before they could put the change into motion. People dying before they can do good, a man searching for answers about their death years later through those that knew them. It just felt a so cheesy.
         Researching acts of god, writting about each character and writting about piety did not change my opinion on the book. These only made me feel like I was working on a school book even more. Only when we did the oral presentation a few days ago did my opinion on the book change.  When everyone was playing a character from the book, it was as though they became alive. I could see the sadness in Estebans eyes, I would feel the regret in the Marquesa's voice and the kindness in Pepita's. It was a strange experience, one that changed, "The Bridge of San Luis Rey" from a school book, into a normal book in my mind. Now if anyone asks me what I think about the book, I believe I would say that it really was not half that bad.

Bridge of San Luis Rey Reflection

          When I first read the book, "The Bridge Over San Luis Rey" by Thornton Wilder, to be completely honest, I did not like it. I could not imagine the characters in real life situations, and I had found the plot of the book to be quite flat and a bit cheesy. To me, "The Bridge Over San Luis Rey" was just another book that I had to read until we did our oral presentation.
         The characters to me did not feel very genuine, a priest in search of god's will, a crazy old lady, her faithful servant who can do no harm, a deep and mysterious twin, an old womanizer and a silent little boy. They all felt like characters I had read about in other books. The only character who I had found interesting was Esteban, and even he seemed a bit redundant to me, the classic twin who looses his other twin and can not get over the loss.
           The book is a story of a priest who tries to see if there is a thing called an Act of God by looking into the lives of those who died in the collapse of the Bridge of San Luis Rey. He learns that they all died after they had made a big change in their lives, the Marquesa had just decided to be kind to Pepita, Esteban to start a new life, Uncle Pio gave up on Camila, Don Jaime left home for the first time, but they all died before they could put the change into motion. People dying before they can do good, a man trying to understand this years later through those that knew them. It just felt a so cheesy.
         Researching acts of god, writting about each character and writting about piety did not change my opinion on the book. These only made me feel like I was working on a school book even more. Only when we did the oral presentation a few days ago did my opinion on the book change.  When everyone was playing a character from the book, it was as though they became alive. I could see the sadness in Estebans eyes, I would feel the regret in the Marquesa's voice and the kindness in Pepita's. It was a strange experience, one that changed, "The Bridge of San Luis Rey" from a school book, into a normal book in my mind.
         
        

Today, for the first time in many long months I have finally decided to voluntarily write something on my blog. It's a topic that I have been thinking about quite freqently actually, and that is life. I have begun to find life very tedious and almost trivial. I have started questioning things that I have been doing almost robotically for the past few years, like school.
School in itself, the education that we receive, the purely human education. What are we being taught in school? The truth that we think we are learning in school is a purely human truth. Only we are able to understand it, only we are able to handle it, and only we are able to create or change it. After I graduate, the only place I can use my knowledge is in a human society. When I graduate I won'te know how to talk to nature, or how to be a part of it, instead I will only know how to be with humans. Nature speaks a universal language that we are taught to forget in school. The fact that many of my fellow students in school dislike going in to nature, and would rather stay home and participate in man made activites proves my point.

How are Franciscans, Incans, Mechanism and Bridges alike?

                      Both Franciscans and Incans have their own belief system, their own opinion on how the universe was created. The Franciscans believe that it was created by one all controling god, while the Incans believe it was created by a number of gods. The Franciscans colonised South America, with the idea of creating religious bridge from there to Spain. They wanted to spread their belief from Spain to South America by forcing the Incans to believe in their god.

Villanelle

Sun blends in with the sky, streaking colors
through the twilight. Framing the trees , the set-
ting sun, once gone, leaves behind only the night.

The children sleep, the children dream, dreams of
dark passageways, of strange lands where the
sun blends in with the sky, steaking colors

Upon the strange creatures laying about
through, he twilight. Framing the trees, the set
for a new production, a life where

Sun blends with the sky, streaking colors
every where, all day, everyday the melt-
ting sun, once gone, leaves behind only the night.

What do you do when the day is over?
Do you sit and wait for the time when the
sun blends in with the sky, streaking colors
the sun, once gone, leaves behind only night.

Our Cer Modern Exursion

    A few weeks ago, our 9th grade class went on a field trip to the Dali exhibit at the Cer Modern Museum. Until we walked into the exhibit, I was expecting to see Dali's more famous paintings, like the ones with the melting clocks. Instead, I was met with a much more interesting site, the whole exhibit was based on Dante's Inferno. The exhibit was seperated into three sections, Inferno, Purgatorio and Paradiso.
   For Inferno, they painted the walls a deep red color, on each wall, there was a quote from the play, Inferno by Dante. On the walls, there were sketches and watercolors painted by Dali about the Inferno. They were beautiful. Each of them were different in there own way, but they all resembled each other in the fact that they all made you feel like you were in hell.
    The second section, Pegatorio, had the walls painted in a cream white, and also had quotes from the play written on the walls. This time, there were watercolors made by Dali about the purgatory in Dante's Inderno. These paintings were alos very nice, they were very fresh. I thought that the paintings here were the most interesting.
     The third and last section was Paradiso. The walls were painted in light blue, and like the other three sections had quotes from the play written on the walls. This section was my personal favorite because the painting were so clear and breezy. They were like a breath of fresh air.
     I was never a big fan of Dali until I came to the exhibit. I used to find his paintings very closterphobic and the colors to deep. But the sketches and watercolors I saw in this exhibit were nothing of that sort. Like I said, they were fresh, and cool like breath of fresh air.