"After that, all Matt had to do was cough and Celia or Maria would fall into a satifsying panic. Sometimes Matt really did have trouble breathing, but sometimes he only wanted to reassure himself that someone cared for him" (Farmer 68).
This quote shows how much Matt wants to be loved and cared for. It also shows how lonely he really is that he has to pretend to be sick and unable to breathe in order to get attention and feel cared about. This goes along with how mistreated he often is because of being a clone and how he lost his ability to trust when he was treated like an animal by Rosa.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Important Quote #2
"'It's a sullen, evil-tempered animal,' she said. The doctor sighed. 'Clones go that way in the end. I did think this one was brighter than most.' Matt said nothing, hunched as he was in a corner as far from the pair as he could get. Long days of solitude in Celia's house had taught him how to be quiet, and any attention from Willum or Rosa could result in pain" (Farmer 43).
This quote again shows the prejudice against Matt because he is a clone. Matt doesn't talk because he is afraid of being punished by Rosa and the doctor, and justifiably too because that is all they ever do to him. But they assume because he doesn't respond to them any more that it is because Matt is a clone, not because of how they treat him. This again adds to the hostile feelings towards the people who have mistreated him.
This quote again shows the prejudice against Matt because he is a clone. Matt doesn't talk because he is afraid of being punished by Rosa and the doctor, and justifiably too because that is all they ever do to him. But they assume because he doesn't respond to them any more that it is because Matt is a clone, not because of how they treat him. This again adds to the hostile feelings towards the people who have mistreated him.
Important Quote #1
Ok so in case you don't know, I read The House of the Scorpion by Nancy Farmer for outside reading this quarter.
"'What's going on?' came a voice Matt hadn't heard before. A large, fierce-looking man burst into the room. Steven immediately straightened up. Emilia and even Maria looked alarmed. 'We found a kid in the poppy filds, Father,' said Steven. 'He hurt himself, and I thought the
doctor...the doctor--' 'You idiot! You need a vet for this little beast!' the man roared. 'How dare you defile this house?'" (Farmer 23).
This quote shows how disgusting Matt is found to be because he is a clone that he needs a vet and not a doctor to treat him when he is bleeding. It also shows the extreme prejudice against him when he never did anything wrong. This adds to the sense of confusion that Matt is feeling because he doesn't know what he is or really what's going on. It also builds a feeling of distrust and dislike against the people who are discriminating against him and mistreating him when he did nothing.
"'What's going on?' came a voice Matt hadn't heard before. A large, fierce-looking man burst into the room. Steven immediately straightened up. Emilia and even Maria looked alarmed. 'We found a kid in the poppy filds, Father,' said Steven. 'He hurt himself, and I thought the
doctor...the doctor--' 'You idiot! You need a vet for this little beast!' the man roared. 'How dare you defile this house?'" (Farmer 23).
This quote shows how disgusting Matt is found to be because he is a clone that he needs a vet and not a doctor to treat him when he is bleeding. It also shows the extreme prejudice against him when he never did anything wrong. This adds to the sense of confusion that Matt is feeling because he doesn't know what he is or really what's going on. It also builds a feeling of distrust and dislike against the people who are discriminating against him and mistreating him when he did nothing.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Sorry Daphni...
So I am totally going to copy Daphni and post a poem I like. I didn't write it, which is a good thing since my poetry is really bad, but I found it a few years ago and it's been on my bulletin board every since because I think it's amazing and it really struck a chord with me. It's long, but seriously read it, it's worth it. So here you go, enjoy!
Please Hear What I Am Not Saying
by Jill Zevallos-Solak
Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear.
For I wear a mask, a thousand masks, masks that I'm afraid to take off, and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature to me, but don't be fooled.
For GOd's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure, that confidence is my name and coolness is my game, that the water's calm and I'm in command, and that I need no one.
But don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth buy my surface is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind, a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation.
My only hope, and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance, if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself, from my own self-built prison walls, from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself, that I am really worth something.
I don't like to hide.
I don't like to play superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me, but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes the bland stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind and gentle and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
Who am I, you may wonder.
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet, and I am every woman you meet.
Please Hear What I Am Not Saying
by Jill Zevallos-Solak
Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear.
For I wear a mask, a thousand masks, masks that I'm afraid to take off, and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature to me, but don't be fooled.
For GOd's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure, that confidence is my name and coolness is my game, that the water's calm and I'm in command, and that I need no one.
But don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth buy my surface is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind, a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation.
My only hope, and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance, if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself, from my own self-built prison walls, from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself, that I am really worth something.
I don't like to hide.
I don't like to play superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me, but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes the bland stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind and gentle and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
Who am I, you may wonder.
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet, and I am every woman you meet.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Blog Blog Blog...AH!
Ok well I am super behind in blogging so I will try to catch up here as fast as I can. I've been sick and then really tired from being sick and trying to catch up in everything, so I do have a good excuse for not blogging in forever. Plus it's the Milwaukee Regional for robotics this coming week, so I'm trying to get ready for that. We leave Wednesday and I'm super pumped!!!!!! But of course that means that I'll be missing more school which sucks, but oh well, it can't be helped. Robotics is life. School is death. Robotics beats school. Period.
I actually went to the semi-final and final hockey games this week. Semi-finals was for band and finals was just because. It was quite intense, although it was disappointing when Edina lost in the finals. But I'm not a huge sports fan to begin with so I wasn't crushed. I care much more about robotics than hockey. Not that that's at all relevant. But I'm tired so I will ramble as I so choose. I will soon be blogging about my outside reading book for the first time this quarter. Until then, I don't know, eat a muffin. Just kidding. You'd have to eat a lot of muffins. So maybe don't. Because then you might get sick. So...take a nap. And then eat a muffin. And maybe by then I'll have blogged about my outside reading book. If not rinse and repeat! Just kidding. Wow this blog makes no sense. It rapidly deteriorated from actual ideas to randomness in the extreme. Oh well.
I actually went to the semi-final and final hockey games this week. Semi-finals was for band and finals was just because. It was quite intense, although it was disappointing when Edina lost in the finals. But I'm not a huge sports fan to begin with so I wasn't crushed. I care much more about robotics than hockey. Not that that's at all relevant. But I'm tired so I will ramble as I so choose. I will soon be blogging about my outside reading book for the first time this quarter. Until then, I don't know, eat a muffin. Just kidding. You'd have to eat a lot of muffins. So maybe don't. Because then you might get sick. So...take a nap. And then eat a muffin. And maybe by then I'll have blogged about my outside reading book. If not rinse and repeat! Just kidding. Wow this blog makes no sense. It rapidly deteriorated from actual ideas to randomness in the extreme. Oh well.
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