Humanities
Poetry
Dry and creased
Her hands look like mine but worn
Gripping the wheel and tapping to the music
Like a sunset over the bluegrass she smiles
pull out my phone and ask “what should we listen to next?”
She breaks her gaze to meet my eyes
and squints and tilts her head
I know this means she does not hear and so I ask again
When she answers I am taken back to when
My mama taught me to make sweet tea
The lifeblood of my youth
Tap water and splenda
Blend together as she whispers me the recipe sing-songily
same blue plastic pitcher
Now i know how it looks from above
im just tall enough to see above the windowsill now
Or the win-duh-sill as she calls it
i catch glimpses of the dogwood and the big Magnolia out front
but i strain to see the japanese maple
The one my grandmother planted when i was born
I wonder sometimes if it still lives there
The Guardsmen of my memories
Her voice draws me from the yard and tells me to turn off the tap
Sweet but not overbearing
A bit of bite at the end
Because she uses green tea- never brown
her voice is my home
It sounds distorted through the phone
I guess home doesn't translate too well from 1900 miles away
I guess the super smart people didn't engineer it that way
I guess electrical signals and synthetic sounds
Dont sound like green leaves and warm breeze
same accent and raucous laugh
But its slightly robotic
and sometimes a wire gets kinked her laugh is cut off her face is frozen and
for a moment she is gone again
.
.
hold my breath until
.
.
.
They find the frayed wire and tape it up
And the signal struggles over the passes
Until the tension and threat of disconnection passes
But I may conjure her little phrases if I wish
And sometimes if I concentrate
i can almost feel the unbearable humidity
Almost hear the cicada symphony
Which is married to my every memory
almost
almost
almost
its almost home here
'Rape as a Weapon' Genocide exhibition
Survivor stories
hero's Journey
unit reflection
The classroom expectation that I think I met in this unit was working hard. I think I showed this in my writing assignments, at the bottom of the page you can see my final seminar reflection, which shows how much time and effort I put into my writing. I also added a page to the hero's journey poster (below) to help explain the stages, because I wanted to make it the best it could be.
The expectation that I've had trouble with so far is creating a positive environment. I can get pretty stressed out about creating my work to my expectations. I think when I get stressed I can rub off on other people, which I don't want. To improve my effect on the class environment I will complain less and bring more snacks. The snacks will help me calm down and they will make me be quiet so I won't complain and stress so much.
The most interesting thing that we did in the Hero's journey unit was going to the Ute museum in Ignacio. I particularly found it interesting how they showed how the Ute land had been taken and given back and then taken again. I always knew that the U.S. government and white people, in general, had made bad deals with tribes and relocated them but it was crazy to visually see the amount of land that was taken and the tactics that were used to get it. It was also astonishing to see how long the timeline was, I didn't know how recent some of these 'deals' were. It made me angry, and it showed me what the American government has always been about, and what it is still about: money and self-preservation.