22 March 2014

Feeder 1.2 open letter to Spiegelman

I've decided to write a letter to the author of Maus. I wanted to tell art spiegelman what I thought of his book, well at least what I've read so far. Where do I start, three chapter into the story and I find myself still uninterested. Maus just seems like another holocaust story to me. Don't get me wrong I think the holocaust was a awful thing, and I feel sorry for anyone who was affected by it. But i kinda feel like as being a black person my own people have been through… well a lot, I'm not pulling out any measuring stick here but that's just my opinion. I kinda wonder why, In my entire academic life I've been assigned more holocaust story than slavery. Of'course this is just my own personal gripe, but I digress from my point and I hope you can see why I see maus as just another holocaust story. To get a little more into the book. the story is basically about you telling someone else's story, a holocaust surviver that's  old, grumpy and with a great personality. Sarcasm intended, but because Vladek is such a awful person I find it hard to feel for his struggles. I mean he's been through a lot but I think he should be a little more grateful to be alive to be able to tell his story because, in his story a lot of people weren't able to do the same. I'm digressing from my point again but the story has fail to interest me half way in, and I can pretty much predict the how the rest turns out. It's not a mystery who survives, it make me not want to read the rest of the book. The one thing I can say about the book that does set it apart being that it's a comic. Ps there are much more interesting comics out their... Just saying. 
Source: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/bookreviews/8912917/MetaMaus-by-Art-Spiegelman-review.html

FEEDER 1.2

Source(Never Forget Who You Are)


Dear, Marjane Satrapi

I have been reading your graphic novel Persepolis, in my visual verbal literacy class and I was really fascinated by the way you portrayed the seriousness of the Islamic Revolution and you growing up in the midst of it all. Your book has great history and shows your experiences and explains them very well in a grasping way. It captures the emotion and passion of you and everyone in the book and also it showcases the concept of war in a visual perspective with great detail. You wrote about the revolution, torture, violence, and oppression in a way that made them real, and not imaginary. You were able to put a look on emotion and the revolution; I was able to feel like I was almost a part of it.
Persepolis black and white drawings made me feel more absorbed to the book because I felt like it was stronger than to use actual color and the tone felt a lot more serious. Seeing figures of teenagers dying on Iraqi minefields, women all black with only their faces standing out, these images brought your experiences to life. It showed me that not all revolutions for the people have worked as well as the American one has. Your story of growing up during the Islamic Revolution in Iran made me realize how little I knew about the world and life.
When you wrote about martyrs, battlefields, and prisoners, it was grim and strange. I lived my comfy life, never knowing enough about these problems that existed. It was shocking to think that anyone could torture or murder another human being. One thing that stood out to me was the quote, “Never forget who you are and where you're from” (pg. 153) I think it’s quite inspiring. It reminds me of the time my Father told me “never take things for granted,” it was true. I tried applying that to each moment in my life to see how it fits and I think he was right. I tend to appreciate a lot of things in life whether it is waking up in the morning or just being able to hug my Mum at night.
Persepolis has helped me to grow up in a sense but it helped me to think differently. Your story was full of emotion that made you relatable no matter how different you seem. I really enjoyed how you fought to form your own opinions rather than what was fed to you by teachers and TV and learned to be unconvinced. “Your child is disturbed. She wants to become a prophet...... Doesn't this worry you?” (pg. 8) When I read that it stuck with me the most because I found it so amazing a six year old had dreams of becoming a prophet, usually it’s doctors, lawyers, and astronauts! How come you never told your parents? I am sure they would have supported it, your teacher was wrong to ignore your imagination. I am very happy I had a chance to read your book and I encourage many others to do the same, it is a worthwhile experience.

Sincerely yours,
Christopher Bostic. 

Superman and I

Dear Sherman Alexie,

         For my Freshman English, we read your essay "Superman and Me", which I thought was phenomenal by the way. Its a bit inspiring, more than a bit actually, to hear stories like yours, where you work hard to survive your enviornment because it takes away excuses. It shows that if you want it, and work hard enough, it's possible to acheive. I'm comic lover so the title alone, drew me in. Then after reading it, it was fitting that it was Superman, America's Boy Scout, taught a little kid how to read. 
         Did you actually read Grapes of Wrath in kindergarten? I only say that because I'lve personally never been able to get past the 30 pages, and it's mind blowing to think a four year old did. Do you ever run into childhood bullies? The people who looked down on you because of your love of reading? How do you handle tht, do you still hold grudges against them? Just curious to see how anyone handles situations like that. This essay has pushed me not only to read more of your work (currently reading the Incredibly True Story of a Part Time Indian) but also, it's pushed me a little harder to work for my goals.

This is a history of superman clip from Variant comics for those who don't know about America's Boy Scout.




Yours Truly, Aliyah

Dear Langston Hughes,

I would like to start off by saying hat I enjoyed your poem, "Theme for English B." I can almost understand how you feel in regards of being a black student in New York with a white English teacher. All of my years of high school, I had white English teachers  but I really thought nothing of it. I mean, I've certainly noticed that the way they grew up and their lifestyles were completely different than mine, but I didn't see it as they were more privileged than me because of our skin colors. You say in your poem, "Well I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like a pipe for a Christmas present, or records---Bessie, bop, or Bach. I guess being colored doesn't make me NOT like the same things other folks like who are other races." I can agree to what you said because people look at me weird because I love Miley Cyrus or Justin Bieber. But the conflict with that is that it's not WHITE people who are like "wow, you're black and you like them," with nasty looks; it's actually black people. I know time were different during the time you were growing up in the '80s and the way I'm growing up in the 21st century. I've always been racially diverse being that my father was born in Guyana and is about a third Chinese and my mother is Native American, Irish and Black. I don't feel like being black, white, Chinese, Arabian, Russian, Puerto Rican, etc. determines what you  like at all. Because I love Italian food and to my knowledge, I don't have an ounce of Italian in my blood line. I said in the beginning of this letter that "I can almost understand," I said that because, like I also said I had white English teachers, but the "almost" is what differentiates our situations. While you were in school, it's more than likely you were the only black student in your class, which is why it would be a shocker to your classmates that you liked things that they, too, had liked. But, in the time I'm living in, my English classes are so diverse and America is more racially accepting than when you were in school, so there is no shock when a teacher asks who liked rap and a white girl and a black boy both raises their hands. But one last thing, I completely agree with when you said "...But it will be a part of you, instructor. You are white---yet a part of me, as I am a part of you. That's American.," because no matter anybody's race, there is always something to learn from one another.


Yours Truly,
Aliyah


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I chose these two photos to compare school during Langston Hughes' time growing up versus mine. 

























THE MAN OF THE HOUR

            Dear Art Spiegelman,
                   How are you doing today? My name is Jose Luis Carrillo, I attend K.B.C.C. (Kingborough Community College) in Brooklyn New York. I am taking a visual verbal literacy class with Professor Villarreal; who is a big fan of comics. Our Professor assigned the class to read a book you wrote called "Maus- A Survivor's Tale." So far i have read the first two chapters of your book and have a few question to ask you about your book. First off, I would like to know, why did you choose to characterize "Jewish people" as rats and "The Nazi's" as cats? Secondly,  is this book all based on true events or were you trying to make the next big seller? In addition, why did you start the book off with a quote from Adolf Hitler saying "The Jews are undoubtedly a race. But they are not human"? (page 4)
         I also wanted to congratulate you on a great book. In addition, I really enjoyed the fact that you wanted to tell your fathers story in you words and tell it to the world in a comic. The part of the book that really caught my eye was before chapter 1 on pages 5 and 6. When you was rollerskating with your so called "friends" to the schoolyard, your skates came loose and they ended up leaving you behind. After that, you went to speak to your father about you "friends" and your father told you a meaningful sentence saying "If you lock them together in a room with no food for a week... Then you could see what it is, FRIENDS!"
        It was very interesting in chapter 1 page 12, in the middle of the page there is a slide with your father on a bicycle and on his left arm he has a bar code from when he was captured by the Nazis. It just shows how real it was in that point in time. Personally, i usually never read comics, let alone a comic about the Holocaust but so far i find this book to be a great book to read. I really like the fact that you try to relate with your readers, while still telling the story of your father. You do not over whelm the reader with so much text but give the reader a visual aspect of your story; so what they read they can also have a picture of whats going on. Finally I would like to say that I am very eager to finish this book and start reading the second part; that i already bought because the first book is so interested. Keep up the great work Art.



                                                                                                              Sincerely
                                                                                                       Jose Luis Carrillo
P.S.
I wanted to know if there could be a possibility that maybe we can grab a cup of coffee one day and just talk.

Feeder 1.2



Dear Mr. Langston Hughes,


I must say after reading your "Theme For English B" I was quite compelled by the affect it had on me. Going through the story multiple times I came to the conclusion that the main point was to show the indecisiveness in life one can have within adolescence as well as right out of adolescence, through your very eyes; which is something I can personally relate to as well as majority of the youth within this thriving society. As for my personal experience, for about a year to two years of my teenage years I came to a point asking myself the same general question "Who I wanted to be ?", safe to say it was a self realization period in my life which I am glad I experienced; enabling me to gain a form of self awareness.

In the passage you stated:

"It's not easy to know what is true for you or me at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I'm what I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you: hear you, hear me---we two---you, me, talk on this page. (I hear New York too.) Me---who ? ... I guess being colored doesn't make me NOT like the same things other folks like who are other races ... instructor. You are white---yet a part of me, as I am part of you ... As I learn from you, I guess you learn from me---although you're older---and white---and somewhat more free."

These few lines from your excerpt speaks volumes to me; first and foremost stating that within the age of youth the "truth" can be quite difficult to find and one is affect by the interaction with their surroundings. Therefore, ones personal experiences growing up whether it be in the heart of the hood/ghetto, suburbs, countryside, city, or a third world country all connect due to the fact all cases become a product of their environment. This connects when you go on to say (despite racial differences) "I am part of you" which signifies that as people we are all of one; all connected on a superstring field downloading and comprehending information from one another. This in itself is truly beautiful and magnificent, because that's truly what enables us as a society to advance and evolve. The ending ties everything together perfectly by showing the simple reality and facts of the world we live within; despite the idea that we are all connected, people are subjected to their own traditions from both family and history so apartheid continues to thrive and live. I believe that the concept in which this was executed and delivered in itself is ingenious and gives awareness to the masses of this planet about what's really going on, in short the "truth". I respect this and "Theme For English B" had a lasting impact on my life.




                                                                   

                                                                                       -  The Only
                                       
       Link: http://thejetlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/Times_Square_New_York_City_HDR.jpg
                                                               
                                           - "I guess I'm what I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you: hear you, hear me---we two---you, me, talk on this page. (I hear New York too.) Me---who ?"

                                                                              - Langston Hughes

21 March 2014

Dear, Mr. Spiegelman

Dear, Art Spiegelman

      I’ve recently started reading your book Maus I: My Father Bleeds History. I started reading your book because it is one of the assigned readings for my Freshman English 12 class. The class isn’t like a traditional college English class, in the sense that it is more focused in the visual way in which we retain, analyze and comprehend works of literature or any other information. So far I have read up to the fourth chapter of Maus, something that I’m curious about is how strained yours and your fathers relationship seems to be so far in the book, why is that? Why did you choose to make the characters of the story animals? I personally think the story wouldn’t be as impacting as it is, if the character were human. On the first chapter when you asked your father to tell you his story of his life in Poland and the war on the fifth panel where you show him on the stationary bike, is the number on his arm the actual number that was tattooed on his arm in the war?

    My favorite part so far in the reading is at the end of chapter three when you are about to leave your father’s house and you ask for your coat and your dad nonchalantly says “I threw it out” and then goes on to give you one that’s better in his opinion, I think it’s funny how parents do things like that.  Again I think it’s quite interesting how you chose to make the characters animals instead of people, it catches peoples eye makes them want to know what it’s about and not just pass it as another holocaust book. This novel impacted me a lot emotionally because I was born into a religious family and I cannot fathom how horribly tragic  it would be for people who believe in the same belief as me or are of the same race as me would get persecuted, tortured, and killed for who they are. I thank you Mr. Spiegelman for sharing such a moving story.

Sincerely,


J. F. 





Letter to Alison Bechdel

Dear Alison Bechdel,

      When I was reading your book "Fun Home" I thought to myself  that this story was very interesting to see how you took realism about your own personal life story to make a comic out of it. Instead of making it fictional like other comic book artist do. So to see something different in my point of view to become a artist inspire me to see how you made everything correspond with different details of your drawing. Once I was reading this in my college English class I thought it was some regular comic that I see all the time But enjoyed it a lot to see your not afraid to share your life stories with other people and for them to read everything that had impacted you. I was wondering what made you want to draw your life in a way no one else had done ? do you feel that you find more of a challenge to prove others what you can do ? Also what kinda shocked me was how you have a obsession disorder with even numbers. What part of life impacted you to make you see and count everything with even numbers ? because I wouldn't say I have a disorder but I do tend to always count everything with even number and need everything to fall on a even number. If it was charging my phone and taking it off on a even number or even warming something to eat in the microwave,I still tend to stop on a even, cant stand it being on an odd number. Not to get off track I do love your work on how you make a challenge to change way of comics of breaking down what some words mean or to figure out what the drawing trying to say. Thank you for sharing your life experience with everyone to enjoy I look forward on seeing what you come up with next.
                                                                                                                                      sincerely,
                                                                                                                                   Jean Pantoja

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Letter to a Prophet

Dear  Marjane Satrapi,

            When I was reading apart you’re a part of your book “Persepolis” I thought to myself that this story was interesting to see the different things and experiences that was going on in countries that I never paid attention to. The class I am taking is an English class in college where came across your story mainly because our teacher is well I can assume really loves comic we ended up reading yours. Some of the questions I have are some questions for you regarding your story. What gave you the drive and courage to write and draw as the way of portraying the events that were being taking place where you grew up as you were little?. When you said on page 9 that “I wanted to be Justice, Love and the Wrath of God all in one” when you were a little girl, it reminds me of how I have this sort of way of thinking were I want to be in the middle of good and evil were we as people always have two sides as of a coin being flipped. I want to be good but not pure.  I choose to be neutral and be in balance physical and mentally. I wish to see both side of one coin at the same time.
            My favorite scenes are where you to go with your parents to about the events been taking place in your hometown and while you were taking a god about going and he is walking away and your parent said you can’t go and while you’re crying in your bed saying “God, where are you?” on page 17. This scene reminded me of how my younger self thought about God because I always question why there is so much suffering and why God wasn't doing anything but maybe because God just doesn't think it’s his responsibility to fix the problems that we as a people cause. I have enjoyed reading your story so far thank you for sharing your life experiences with us as readers.


Sincerely, Melbourne Middleton

Dear. . . .

   Dear Gene Yang, 
  
  
                            
                    Recently I have read your story "American born Chinese". I love this story. Its entertaining and it really makes you think. Each page just makes you wanna keep reading on and on wondering what will happen next.
            While reading the story I made a connection with the main character Jin Wang. Him being a transfer student caught my attention. Even when he was explaining on how his classmates use to call him names and bully him really showed that i wasn't the only one that went through the same thing.When i was about 6 or 7 i started to go to school in Jamaica. At first i was really happy about meeting new people and building a friendship but after about a hour my mind completely changed for the worst.
            I was constantly bullied and laughed at because of how i spoke. Jamaican is English but in a very funny slang type of way. So when i use to speak proper as a American the kids would feel i thought i was better because i was born there. they always made jokes saying I think I'm better or look better then them because I'm from the states but I'm really slow and dumb. they use to constantly taunt and hit me. Even went as far as to steal my money and my book bag.But after a couple of weeks a girl named Ashley who was also from the states was also in my class. My classmates use to bully her just like they did too me. After a few days i felt bad and introduced myself to her. Since then me and Ashley have been friends ever since. Even though shes in Florida & I'm in New York. We keep in touch over facebook or we always travel to Jamaica together each summer.
                    So I will like to thank you Mr. Gene Yang. For creating such a awesome and entertaining book. American Born Chinese really made me tap into my childhood and i am very grateful for that opportunity your story gave me.


                                                                                                Sincerely,
                                                                                                    Nakisha .S

Feeder 1.2: Letter to Marjane Satrapi

Dear Marjane Satrapi,

      

     I have read your comic "Persepolis" recently and it really inspired me. You've portrayed your life in a way that kept me curious to read what would happen next. 
       
   While reading Persepolis , I realized that how your life wasn't so different then mine. The way your lifestyle was transformed , I could relate myself to it . Because I was also used to live in a religious country where people didn't had so much freedom and I had to follow that concept of veil but later on I moved to the other country where I don't have restrictions as I had before. Even though I've been moved but still I've been facing challenges as you did. But after reading your comic it's kinda easy for me to make decisions fairly. 
        
   Moreover, another amazing  part of Persepolis is that you've showed the reality to people. You've showed what was actually going on in Iran during Islamic revolution and what nation was going through while people outside the Iran weren't aware of it but then your novel revealed the truth and changed people's perspectives. I'm glad that I get to read your novel and see what the truth is.
   
     I've learned a lot from your comic but the most inspiring thing is your independency. You're an extremely strong individual. You say what you feel like. You're not afraid to speak the truth and to show your emotions, regardless of what people would think. After reading this novel, I've been making myself more expressive as you're , I think it would be helpful for me to face this world. 
     
   I'm so glad that I get to read your comic and learned a lot. I want to thank you  because you're emphasizing the truth and changing people's point of views which we need during this time period.You're an inspiration not only for me but for everyone around this world. You're an example of women empowerment. I'm looking forward to read more of your books.

Sincerely,



Syeda Abbas 

Feeder 1.2 Letter to Gene Yang

Dear Gene Yang,


       I have recently read a tremendous piece written by you as a class assignment called American born Chinese, might I say this comic is a great piece of work in many different ways I made a connection with this story immediately. I myself have experienced similar situations as Jin Wang alongside other foreigners who move to this country which is one reason why I gravitated to this comic.
     when I first attended middle school It was horrible for a few years. I myself like Jin Wang come form a loving caring family, but my parents are both foreigners who speak "English" if you ask me,but being that they are both form the Caribbean they also have a pretty strong accent which rubbed off on me some how.As a child you don't realize it but the fact being that I have always been around my parents all the time I was starting to sound like them, which I had no problem with at first. Then when I was starting to get teased and criticized  because of it .I was the only west Indian kid in class or in my school to be exact.Until after a few months when Demari came a kid who had just moved to Brooklyn with his family from Spanish town Jamaica who had turn out to be my only one true friend throughout middle school.
   In the story you gave what to me was a great example of how when ignorance is practice how it becomes just a natural thing "now be nice Timmy! I'm sure Jin doesn't do that! in fact Jin's family probably stopped that sort of thing as soon as they came to the united states" this comment which was made by the teacher when a student said some not so nice things about Jin and his family goes to show you that practice makes prefect and by getting rid of these practices we are taking steps into a better tomorrow.
  I want to thank you for actually writing this comic because you are speaking up for so many people who my may not have a voice, in the scene that they cant reach out and let the world know how they feel about such  pressure that weighs on you when you aren't accepted due to the most ignorant things. This comic allows people to see how silly it is to judge others for being different.wther its race sex or religion.

sincerely,
 

K.Wilson

20 March 2014

Not my best drawing .,



Feeder 1.2

Dear Sherman Alexie,


Your story and your mission to help others are simply amazing.  Recently I came across an essay you had written called “Superman and Me”.  I was truly touched by some of the similarities I have to your own upbringing. Even though you grew up as a Native American boy on a Indian Reservation in Washington State, I was still able to greatly identify with you even though I grew up in a completely different environment as a “Mixed” girl from Brooklyn, New York.  

 

Growing up I was a struggling reader.  I used to get embarrassed whenever I was supposed to read something out loud in class because sometimes the words would look like they were from another language.  I can remember some of my classmates teasing me about it when I was in Elementary school. I got to the point where I would pray that a teacher wouldn’t call on me to read something. It seemed like the years would pass me by and my reading would just stay the same.  It was also during this time when I was first labeled as being learning disabled which did not help with my self-esteem.  Luckily for me, I ended up meeting an amazing teacher who changed my life forever.  

 

In 4th grade I met Mr. B. I remember him as a young teacher with a passion for helping his students.  He would always tell me that I was much smarter than I thought and that I was my own worst enemy for not believing in myself.  He also told me that he was going to make me enjoy reading. Thinking back, I didn’t believe him at all, this is something I heard from my other teachers time and time again.  One day, Mr. B told me he got me a book to read during free reading time in school and at home. I remember him telling me he thought that I would really like it.  However, when he handed me the book I was quite surprised. This was not like the other books my teachers had asked me to read. This one was full of pictures, full of cartoons. It was a collection of comic strips. It was Calvin and Hobbes!  I instantly wanted to read it and I think my teacher had picked out this “book” for me because of my well-known obsession with tigers. Little did I know at the time but these comic strips about a boy and his stuffed tiger were going to change my life forever.  

 

I went home that day and I begged my mom to read it with me. I flew through the book and I wanted more.  I began to look for comics wherever I could find them. I loved reading the cartoons in the Newspaper.  I loved to read in general.  I started to even read my mother’s gossip magazines. Before I knew it wasn’t so scared to read in class.  

 

So I decided to write you to thank you for all you have done.  I love that you are now helping others like yourself to find a passion for reading and keep it up. Their needs to me more people like you and Mr. B to make sure more struggling readers do not fall through the class.  Keep up the good work.

 

Sincerely,

 

Victoria Soto

My totally amazing sketchnotes on alison bechdel


Feeder 1.2: Letter to the Author!

Feeder 1.2 asks you to write a letter to the author of an assigned text, expressing your own thoughts and feelings about the author’s piece, posted to the class blog, with a visual, for comment. We'll draft this in class!

NOODLES

Forgive the poor quality.



Sketch Notes


Alison Bechdel sketch note-taking PICASSO BABY!!!!

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19 March 2014

Feeling "Sketchy" With Allison Bechdel





A conversation with Alison bechdel




Alison Bechdel interview sketch-noting


Feeder 1.3 Daniel.D.

"If you lock them together in a room with no food for a week, then you can see what it is, friends!" Meaning that anyone can be good to you, but once put into harsh circumstances then you see someone's true colors. I'm one that never really had many friends growing up. I was always the lone wolf.  Even if I did have a friend, it wasn't a long friendship. As I got older I realized what friends were and who is real and fake. I've met people from Florida to New York and I can say I have a good amount outside of
New York. But it's legit 2 people I can consider my friends. I've always kept my circle closed and tight. Before I left for Florida I had a bunch of "friends". Now that time has passed, someone I was able to call my close and good friend 5 years ago, I now call him an acquaintance. It all depends how long you known someone or how many times they've been there for you. As of last year, I became great friends with one person who I never really liked only because he helped me alongside our mutual friend to help me in a really tough time in my life. Didn't really expect him to be there but he was and it surprised me. Ever since then, it's just been me and those 2. Probably the best and closest friends I have ever had. But going back to the quote; if that were to happen to us, yes, we would all lose our minds, but then become cool again after we were set free.



"Fun home"

Sketch notes

SketchNotes




My sketch noting on an interview with Alison Bechdel



SKETCHNOTES


Sketching


The Sketchnote

A conversation with Alison Bechdel (sketch noting)


Sketchnoting, Fun Home, and Censorship

Check out this awesome video on why doodling is good for memory!



Awesome! Next, we can practice what we've read from Mike Rohde's The Sketchnote Handbook with this interview with Alison Bechdel, the author of the excerpt from Fun Home I asked you to read for today!


For homework, maybe touch-up your sketchnote, snap a pic, and post it to the blog!

Also, here are links to the two articles we read in class about Persepolis and Fun Home! These might come in handy in your later research! *wink, wink* *nudge, nudge*

Questions? Quibbles? Controversies?

18 March 2014

Feeder 1.3

          When jinn Wang first came to mayflower elementary he had  been only the second Asian in his class and that begin so they were made fun of for that quote “The only Asian in my class was Suzy Nokamura. When the class finally figured out that we weren't related, rumors began to circulate that Suzy and I were arranged to be married on her thirteenth birthday"
I can relate to this quote because when I first started school I was faced with a similar challenge. My parents bout are from the Caribbean my mother from saint peters Barbados and my father out the country side of Trinidad; with that being said I was raised by two people with Caribbean accents with rubbed off on me. Begin they were first people to teach me how to talk, even how to sound out words and pronounce them, this left me talking with an accent only one who wasn't Caribbean can clearly point out. There was another guy in my class who parents were from the Caribbean I believe he was Jamaican and Guyanese which made his accent just as strong as mines. When my class figured out we both had Caribbean background and wasn't actually African American they started rumors of us being long lost cousins, which boiled my blood because I felt like instead of being understanding to why I might pronounce words the way I did or even used different slang they simply made fun of us. I was told mean things like my parents used curry and spices in everything even in our juices. But I couldn't stand curry dishes and never was able to handle spicy food.

Unlike in American born Chinese while Jim and Suzy spent time mostly avoiding each other because of their similarities this made me and Damari close and eventually best friends; we shared a connection in food, music, morals simply because of our background. This also had positive outcomes because we were able to share games, food, music and history eventually on culture day were able to have classmate experience dishes he ate daily which was prepared by my parents which they turn out to like listen learned don’t ever be ashamed of who you are or where you come from because it’s what makes you.

Forfeit your soul

"It's easy to become anything you wish… so long as you're willing to forfeit your soul"

This quote from American born Chinese really stood out to me because of what I think it means.
It's saying you can become whatever you want, if your willing to devote your all into your craft or passion. I can relate to this, not because I have sold my soul but because I haven't, figuratively speaking. To explain what I mean  I've been able to draw better than most people for as long as I could remember. I could think back to when I was in the 3rd grade, when I would drawing in class. And catch the attention of everyone, they would love my drawings. I would draw and doodle every now and than never really taking my talent serious. I even inspired one of my friends to start drawing, a couple years down the line he's drawing better that me, me who was naturally talented. I was a little envious whenever I saw someone that could draw better than me, I thought people were just as good as they were never understanding that you could improve. I couldn't understand this for a long time, he couldn't draw a straight line when I first met him now he could draw better than me? I was who was naturally talented and he wasn't. It took me years until I finally understood why my friend could draw better than me. He sold his soul, not literally but he would put effort and time into his craft. I on the other hand didn't draw nearly as much as he did. It's not until recently when I started to put time and effort into drawing trying to forfeit my soul metaphorically.
Source: an unfinished painting of mine

Feeder 1.3

" Its easy to become anything you wish so long as you're willing to forfeit your soul."

    This quote from Yang's American born Chinese  touched me very deeply because many people have to give up things in their life to become what they want in the world. Many people give up living near their families,  they move away because of their work , many people become consumed with their jobs and they don't have any time for their friends or families anymore.  My step father works on cruise ship and he loves his job but his family lives in Italy and he doesn't get to see him very often. Before he worked on the cruise ship he worked in Italy near his family but he wanted to become a seamen and become a chef engineer. He left his family and went to work for carnival cruise lines in America. In the beginning his family would come to see him but after a while they couldn't do that anymore because it was expensive and they didn't have the time to do it. His first wife asked him to quit and come work at home but he didn't want to because he loved his job to much to give up. Eventually it ruined his marriage with his wife because she was unhappy and had to raise their children mostly alone because he was away at work for months at a time. As the quote says it is easy to become anything you want but it comes with a price like anything else in life. You have to give up your regular life and do everything you have to do to keep your job you want. Some people don't think its worth it and quit but then there are the people that would do anything to keep their job like my step father even if it means going away months at a time from their family. By no means is my step father a bad person he loves his family but sometimes the job just consumes a person.


                                                         (This is my stepdad Pasquale)

I'm the Juggernaut

       " I refused to fail... I was lucky" (Superman and Me"), this quote is something everyone should be able to relate to, hopefully. Hopefully there is atleast one thing in everyone's life that they're confident and borderline arrogant about. I have that, its martial arts. I've been in martial arts for 11 years, I've trained, I've competed, I've won. It's always been a matter of me wanting not to fail, that's why I connect with this quote.
       You look at me and you don't really expect I'm a lifetime martial artist. I look sart,  I like comics, I like reading and playing video games, and I don't walk around with my chest puffed out like I got something to prove. But I am a lifetime martial artist. I plan to make a living out of this, usually this when people say "but you're so smart, why dont you do something where you could use your brain". i never really pay attention to those people, I knew this was gonna be my life ever since i got my first white belt when I was eight, I dont listen to people much when they give an opinion on thing that dont concern. Which is in a way what Sherman Alexei did. He was like a juggernaut, just went straight forward and didnt let anything get in his way of success. I aspire to be that same juggernaut.

This is just a badass video of Juggernaut fighting Gladiator in the X-Men Animated Series

Feeder 1.3

 " Friends? Your Friends?... If You Lock them Together In A Room With No Food For A Week ...... THEN You Could See What It Is, Friends! ", such a blunt but relevant quote. I guess the saying,"parents know best" is true. This quote was stuck in my head for plenty reasons. Reasons that as a young child I didn't understand but so now. It's so hard to find a friend to count on, and to show they're loyalty to you is unquestionable. I can count on 1 hand my circle of friends that I know is gonna be by my side and have my best intrest for the rest of our life. I don't think his father ment any harm by the statement,I think he just wanted his son to open his eyes am not be so naive about what a friendship really is. People always tend to think that because kids are kids that you have to bs them through their younge years which I think is really setting a child up for a rough adjustment to the real world. My mom was kind of like that, but my grandmother introduced me to real because she knew I could handle it. Ever sice then not a lot comes to a suprise to me, and I would hope that parents would use this as a method of parenting and coaching children. 

(I uses this picture because this is one of my close friends from home) 

Feeder 1.3



Within the book Mause there was a quote that caught my attention; " Friends? Your Friends?... If You Lock them Together In A Room With No Food For A Week ...... THEN You Could See What It Is, Friends! " (Mause, 6). This quote from Mause spoke vibes to me; both the scenario it was used for and the way in which it was used. Due to the fact Vladek, Artie's father, tells him this at such a young age over something as simple as Artie crying; tripping from his loosened roller skates during a race which lead to his friends leaving him, ties everything together and makes this quote perfect to me. Despite the fact it might of sounded "harsh" telling a young boy this, I found it more along the lines of blunt honesty; which to me is one of the purest form of honesty there is because its factual and unfiltered. I like that Vladek told Artie this, and its evident this memory was embedded in Artie's memory and might be something he holds some value towards (Mause first two pages started with this scenario).
 In my personal opinion I would prefer a father-like figure to give me blunt honesty, starting at a young age, so it would be in my subconscious; something along the lines of second nature. Despite the advice parents give children passes through ears and over heads, the way Vladek stated his point was witty and wasn't forced into Artie's mind; more like stated and then remained a staple. In some form I can relate to what the actual quote means, due to my own experiences dabbling in social ostracism I can vouch that there is no such thing as friends in this world. People are quick to flip through emotions and it might be because of several factors; envy, jealousy, greed, hate, or as Artie's father stated being stuck in a room with no food for a week. Regardless of the reason for one to show a different side to themselves, the fact remains in this world there are shadows and family; no in-between , no friends.

Feeder 1.3

“In life you’ll meet a lot of jerks. If they hurt you, tell yourself that it’s because they’re stupid. That will help keep you from reacting to their cruelty. Because there is nothing worse than bitterness and vengeance… Always keep your dignity and be true to yourself.” (Persepolis I, P. 150) 
 
This quote stood out to me because people always used to try and put me down when I was younger, but I know you should never try and get them back, but to stay true to yourself and not care what people think or say about you. I thought it was always a safe way to reassure myself to not let them get the best of me. Throughout middle school I would see and run into jerks who thought they were tough and just talk. I knew I was better off keeping my cool because I know if I kept trying to fight with those who tried to make fun of me that's when I know they have won. I remember my mother telling me, "people have nothing better to do when they pick on you." She was kind of right I noticed they really did have nothing better to do. They were the ones barely getting out school or maybe they felt like they had to be there and just make every one miserable too. I always felt my dignity helped me get through to it was like how I was brought up. I can't let people keep me down the best thing to was just move on and look forward. It made me realize when I got older no matter where I go I will meet people who might try to change me but I have to remain true to myself.

God, Where Are You?

                 When i was reading the story "Persepolis", there was something that caught my attention. That something that caught my attention was when Marjane said "God,where are you?" While she sat there alone and teary eyed in bed. A lot came too mind while reading this comic but that line stuck out the most.
                When i was just about 7 or 8 i remembered laying in bed crying and questioning where was god and why was certain things happening in my life just as Marjane was. This was because when after i was 2 days old fresh from the womb my dad had gotten arrested for drug charges back in Jacksonville Florida. My mom was in and out of the police station with me and my brother due to the fact she was considered a witness. Just as i was 2 weeks old my mother had sent me and my mother down to Jamaica to stay with my grandmother until everything had cleared up. There i was raised, i went to school and everything turned from bad to worse. I was constantly picked on and bullied all because i spoke proper English. I use to get made fun of cause everyone thought i though i was better then them because i was American. I always came home crying and bruised up from getting pushed down or hit and i always use to say " God, where are you" or even second guess if there was a god or not since i never seen him or stopped getting bullied.
               Eventually everything stopped as the years went by i had gotten a few friends, stopped getting bullied and i even learned how to speak Jamaican fully. My father came home right before my 15th birthday. Every thing has been running smoothly since then. But that's How Marjane's   "God, where are you?" relates too me.
Left: School picture
Right: Visting My Dad In Jail 

Feeder 1.3: maybe you, them, maybe all of us.




" Every day when the son played, he pretended to buy and sell sticks he found on the streets, haggling over prices with his friends. The mother decided to move.
They settle into a house next to a cemetery. Now when the son played he burned incense sticks and sang songs to dead ancestors. The motherdecided to move again.
She found a home across the road from an university. The son now spent all his free-time reading booms about mathematics, science, and history. The mother and her son stayed there for a long, long time."
"she finished the story as we pulled up to our new house."


This part in American born Chinese by  Gene Yang really stood out to me the most in the entire story. Because it had sentimental values? because it's a very significant part of the story? because i can relate? maybe, maybe all. maybe you, maybe them, maybe all of us can relate.

Reading this i felt as if she is worried of the surroundings of her son and how they might influence him to be someone in particular, forcing her to act immediately and move away. My story is sort of the same with a little twist to it at the end. From very little i moved from house to house, different school every grade, always having to start up fresh. It wasn't easy, but i knew that my mom as a single mother losing it all just wanted what was best for us, me and my siblings. I remember her always telling me stories of how important people who go to universities were and how easy their life economically and time wise was. I would read and read all the time and teach myself everything i could so just in case i wasn't good at one thing i'll be better at another three. I learned english in 5 months. I searched universities, private schools, honors programs, i got good grades, received awards. I didn't like the idea of moving because i was slightly different from everybody. My hair was blonde, my skin was pale and my eyes were light. I was an "american" to them and i didn't "belong" in a school full of tan kids with curly hair. i would get picked on a lot. But i kept my mouth shut and brought good grades home. I feel like all of the changes i've gone through were lessons and it had made it easy for me to develop as a human being and being my self. Eventually i got accepted as i was, and people would be interested in my poems and stories. Yea at first i hated the moving all of the time and having to adjust to everything but i honestly believe of it wasn't for such, i probably would of never gave writing a try.