What I Noticed While Writing My Essay

Pilgrim. Do you see it? PilGrim. See it now? PilGRIM. If you don't see it now you are blind. I am pointing out that the name led to a grim future for the Native Americans. Well not the name itself but the people who had the name.

The Tears of My Ancestors

This was the poem I read at Open Mic:

The Tears of My Ancestors

Laughter is in the air but it will soon fade,

It drifts threw the sky just out of reach,

It appears to me just like fleeting hope,

I have seen this before in the eyes of those that I love,

Their eyes show their dreams that have been turned into ash,

The ash is like nutrients to the soil which I use to mature,

My hopes are the seeds yearning to grow,

The tears are of my ancestors,

Whom water me with their sorrows,

It forces me to grow,

They push me forward,

Even when I want to go backwards,

I take the lost dreams of my ancestors upon my back,

I carry them with me,

I will fight to fulfill what has been lost,

What has been taken...

Open Mic

Was it just me or was there only a handful of people at open mic? That was a bummer but either way if you weren't there you missed out big time. It was really fun with your great poetry, Kohl shared some of his lovely work, Fry bread Mary shared of basket weaving, Grandma's for ganja  talked about well ganja, Paco talk a funny personal story, and there was so many other good performances. One of the older gentlemen their shared of poetry written in their native tongue. It was absolutely lovely. I am so looking forward to helping plan another open mic because they are so very powerful. Thank you.

What I learned from a peer review: White VS Mexican

So if you didn't know I am 1/2 Mexican and 1/2 White. There is most defiantly a battle between the two. During the peer-review I started to see the anger that my Mexican half has towards my white half. My father has anger towards white people along with the rest of that half of my family. My father tells the story of when my great grandmother was a little girl and the white man came and said if her family didn't move away then they were going to kill them all. My dad and his siblings would look at her and asked what her family did and my great grandmother would that she was here wasn't she. That they had moved. My dad is always talking like my white half looks down on me because I am a mix. I think that they are neutral but my I was taught anger so I react with anger. I have anger towards the Mexican half for the stereotype of being hard laborers. What is a girl to do?

Smoke Signals

I liked the movie a lot, it is amazing how different it was with out stopping to go to my other classes. The movie came off stronger then when I was in high school, I know I am still in high school but it's different when you are with a more mature audience. It's kind of funny though that I have seen the movie for the past three years. Every year in high school I have seen it. I plan to see it again my senior year. Then I will have seen it every year in high school.

For Pedestrians

I am a pedestrian and we all have been at one time or another. I have one huge pet peeve and that is people texting ILLEGALLY might I add while driving. I have had many close calls with drivers who are texting. I can name ten times when I was walking and almost got hit by a car. The only reason I think that it's worthy of blogging about is because the snow seemed to make it worse. I was walking looking both ways and I started walking across the street and this car speeding/sliding while looking down at there phone texting.
Bottom line PLEASE don't text and drive. I have to walk part ways to and from school and it can be scary.

John T. William's

I just watched the dash camera video of John T. William's shotting. All I can say is WTF (where the fire which may not make since but I do not like to swear). I was originally going to blog about the excessive force the police used against protesters and then I saw to video. Oh my goodness. I do believe that there was so much excessiveness that I cannot even describe it. I remember going every week to Pike Place and seeing John carve. My mom who works for Seattle Parks and Recreation remembers having to clean up the shavings from his wood carving. Another part of my knowing or John is that my mom's ex-boyfriend is from the same tribe as him. I remember as a child going to the reservation up in Canada and eating his mom's homemade blackberry pie and freshly BBQ'd seal meat. That was the good times. I also remember fishing up there and eating it fresh. I am so astonished at how brutal our police has become. Please tell me how you all feel about this.