3. Cultural Consideration

"Por que tu no speak English?" I dislike this some much, when the mixture of two languages, cultures are woven together so tight its accepted to many to be the actual language it self and made into an stereotype. I love my culture, there hasn't been a point in my life where I despised who I was or where my family descended from. Well for one, there isn't any aspect of it in which I disagree with its beliefs. And the second being I respect my culture very much. But to some being Mexican just isn't the "it" thing to be. It isn't as beautiful as being Guamanian, Philippine, or some other culture. You're just Mexican. Well, this is exactly where the lack of knowledge plays a gigantic role in your acceptance of your personal culture. I've researched again and again everything there is to know about where I come from, or actually where my parents and distant family members descend from. I may not know it by heart at this moment, but I clearly understand my people and their choice of life style. "Ese mango esta muy Pachichi", "Quiniqui ven aqui." Its phrases like these interest me so much in attempting to learn about my ancestry. I am proud in being Mexican because I know that we as an entire ethnic group have many interesting it factors. Our architecture, our rich history in art, and sciences. There is more to Mexico than burros, cactus, and pan dulce.

Candle

It's at first an explosion, then a sudden eruption of energy or could it be friction. Its the dance she puts on for nobody. First, as a solo, then winds aid her slightly, till they're hand in hand, swaying to the rhythm of the Earth. She is as fragile as a flower and must held with great care. Just one to big of a step and her illuminating eyes can shut close. Her inpatients makes her so desirable to others yet taming her takes a few centuries to comprehend. I'm am but a spectator to this beautiful ballet. Her age is unknown to me, but her youth is still with her. From the very first moment she sprouts from the stem of her pod till her smoky seeds spread throughout the atmosphere. I am entranced by the beauty within the bright inferno.
The dances ends abruptly.
One can now begin hear crinkling, that being of wax particles nurturing her. Slowly she consumes this waxy substance. A nibble here and there but never taking a full much. She lies there unaware of anything but herself..

Reflection on Narration

Though, this has been the first of many wonderful units to come, I feel as though I've come to learn numerous styles of narrative writing. I've come to realizes and have seen, first hand, how the style of writing in essays of my fellow peers varies dramatically from person to person. Although not much of my time is spent discussing my personal feelings towards narrative writing, I have been criticizing it and picking at certain sections of the material and soaking it in to use in future essays.
Now if only the rest of the year could be like this.

Its pretty much like this

(Woo-hoo-hoo-ooo)
(Sittin' in the park, waiting for you-hoo-hoo)
(Child, I'm)

Yes, I'm sitting right here
Waiting for a-you my dear
Wondering if a-you ever
Gonna show up
(Show up)

I don't know if you gonna show
My darling I got to go
But never-the-less, I said
You got-a me waitin'

(Sittin' in the park waiting for you-hoo-hoo)
(Child, I'm)

Sitting here on the bench
With my back against the fence
Wonderin' if I have any sense
(Child, I'm)

Somethin' tells me I'm a fool
To let you treat me so cruel
But never-the-less, I say again
You got-a me waiting

(Sittin' in the park, waiting for you-hoo-hoo)

Why, oh why, oh why, oh why
Oh why, oh why?
(Tell me why)
Won't you tell me why?
(I wanna know why)
Oh, my darling I said-a right now
Good girl
I wanna know why?
Why?
(Tell him what-a-matter)

(Sitting in the park, waiting for you-hoo-hoo)
(Tell him what-a-matter )

Sitting here on the bench
With my back against the fence
Wondering if I have any sense
(Tell her don't matter)

Somethin' tells me I'm a fool
Let you treat me so cruel
Never-the-less, I said
You got-a me waiting

(Sitting in the park, waiting for you-hoo-hoo)

(Sitting)
Hope I'm not gonna wait
(In the park)
I am tired of waiting
(A fool)
No longer gonna wait, girl
Any longer

(Sitting in the park)
I'm tired of waiting
(In the park)
Oh Lord, I'm not a-gonna wait
No
No longer gonna wait, child

(exsept i'm not sure if i'm tired or not)