Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian Anticipation Guide

10. Stereotypes are never true.

I disagree. Stereotypes are a problem in our society, often spreading false or even racist/sexist/offensive information about a group of people, but that doesn’t mean they are never true. Stereotypes must be ‘based on something/someone’ or ‘come from an idea or concept’ when they are first created. Otherwise, they would have no logical connection to fact and would make no sense. For example, the stereotype of ‘All Canadians love Maple Syrup’ comes from the fact that Canada is well known for making maple syrup. Saying this stereotype is never true, however, is a paradox, as it creates another ‘true’ stereotype. This new stereotype would be, “All Canadian’s dislike maple syrup’, as saying that ‘All Canadians love Maple Syrup’ is never true leads people to believe the opposite, which perpetuates the problem of stereotypes. Another problem with saying that stereotypes are never true is that there will be people who ‘prove’ the stereotype. For example, there are some Canadians who like maple syrup, and some Canadians who dislike maple syrup. Saying that stereotypes are never true leads to a paradox of new stereotypes, and can be offensive to people that a stereotype is actually true for.

The problem with the statement, ‘Stereotypes are never true’, is the word never. It implies the idea that all stereotypes, for everyone and about everyone, are always false, which leads to the idea that the reality of stereotypes are is the opposite, which leads to more stereotypes. In addition, there will be people who fall on both sides of a stereotype, and people who fall in between ‘true’ and ‘false

I disagree. Stereotypes are a problem in our society, often spreading false or even racist/sexist/offensive information about a group of people, but that doesn’t mean they are never true. Stereotypes must be ‘based on something/someone’ or ‘come from an idea or concept’ when they are first created. Otherwise, they would have no logical connection to fact and would make no sense. For example, the stereotype of ‘All Canadians love Maple Syrup’ comes from the fact that Canada is well known for making maple syrup. Saying this stereotype is never true, however, is a paradox, as it creates another ‘true’ stereotype. This new stereotype would be, “All Canadian’s dislike maple syrup’, as saying that ‘All Canadians love Maple Syrup’ is never true leads people to believe the opposite, which perpetuates the problem of stereotypes. Another problem with saying that stereotypes are never true is that there will be people who ‘prove’ the stereotype. For example, there are some Canadians who like maple syrup, and some Canadians who dislike maple syrup. Saying that stereotypes are never true leads to a paradox of new stereotypes, and can be offensive to people that a stereotype is actually true for.

The problem with the statement, ‘Stereotypes are never true’, is the word never. It implies the idea that all stereotypes, for everyone and about everyone, are always false, which leads to the idea that the reality of stereotypes are is the opposite, which leads to more stereotypes. In addition, there will be people who fall on both sides of a stereotype, and people who fall in between ‘true’ and ‘false

Eminent Speech Plan

Character: Pen (used from childhood-present)

Story:

Opening: Describe Setting (Prairie Home)

  1. Effort from Ursula Le Guin & Pen
  2. Setting – Sunset, Sounds
  3. Writing for ‘newspaper’/backstory
  4. Time Skip

Rising Action: Inspiration to other Writers

  1. Writer’s Mentality (writing everyday)
  2. Publishing Struggle
  3. Inspiration for other authors (female & male)

Rising Action: Wizard of Earthsea/Opinion on Racism/‘Sexism’

  1. Colour main male character
  2. *About white male characters in books
  3. Impacts

Climax: Left Hand of Darkness/Opinion on Sexism & Shift/Genre/Ursula’s Popularity

  1. Genre Labeling (Sci Fi)
  2. Sexism (genderless, shift to female main characters of colour)
  3. Ursula Le Guin’s popularity (medals, impact, etc.)

Falling Action: Ursula Le Guin’s Impact on me (as a pen/writer)

  1. Through stories
  2. Describtion
  3. Personal Connections

Resolution: Conclusion/Recap

  1. Sexism
  2. Racism
  3. ’What happens next’

 

Ursula K. Le Guin: American Novelist

Ursula K. Le Guin: Author, Award Winning Novelist, Inspirational Female Writer, and my Eminent Person. Born October 21, 1929, she has written over 34 books, many of them bestselling award winners. She is one of the few female writers that were awarded the title of ‘Grandmaster of Science Fiction’. Ursula K. Le Guin has also won a plethora of awards including the World Fantasy Award, the Hugo Award, the Nebula Award, the Locus Award, and the National Book Foundation Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters.

Before Eminent even started, I knew I wanted to do a writer; someone in the fiction and fantasy genre of books. As an aspiring author, I wanted to learn about someone in my dream career. The only question was, who to pick? There are a lot more male fantasy writers than female fantasy writers, and any woman writers I knew had either been the ‘easy choice’ or had too little information on them for the project. I stumbled onto Ursula K. Le Guin by recommendation from my English teacher, and decided to do a bit of research to see what she was about.

Information? Check. Eminent? Check. Inspirational woman author? Check. Someone who I would enjoy researching for eminent? Check! Ursula K. Le Guin became my Eminent Project focus, and it’s been a blast learning about her. We have a lot more similarities in common then I expected, as seen in the chart above, and other than a bit of trouble on research as her life is very private, there seem to be very little barriers in learning about her.

In the little time I have gotten to know her at this time in the Eminent project, Ursula K. Le Guin has become a role model and inspiration to me. She has achieved a position of a famous female fiction/fantasy writer, and my dream career is becoming a fantasy writer that can inspire others through my novels and create something many readers will enjoy. I’ve only read the first chapter of the first book of Ursula K. Le Guin’s arguably most famous series, The Wizard of Earthsea, and I have already gotten hooked into the story. The same has happened with my research; I learned a small bit about Ursula K. Le Guin, and I am left with a desire to learn more about her, and hopefully more about myself as a writer. One of my overall goals is to practice my writing skills, and what better way than to research a famous writing and learn some tips and tricks about how someone as famous and inspiring as Ursula K. Le Guin reached where she is today. I hope that I can do Ursula K. Le Guin justice with my Eminent Project.

Vocabulary For Vocab Test

  • Hapless (adjective)
  • Persevere (verb)
  • Cacophonous (adjective)
  • Reproach (noun/verb)
  • Plethora (noun)
  • Unfounded (adjective)
  • Ascribe (verb)
  • Contemplate (verb)
  • Gesticulate (verb)
  • Vigilant (adjective)
  • Authentic (adjective)
  • Ironic (adjective)
  • Quandary (noun)
  • Eminent (adjective)
  • Bemused (verb)
  • Laconic (adjective)
  • Perpetuate (verb)
  • Irate (adjective)

Blog Response #1 – Dad is Dying

At the beginning of “Dad is Dying,” McLean mentions that Sam’s lie ends up “rescu[ing] his mother and father” (139). To what extent is this true? In other words, how does Sam’s decision to lie positively impact those around him? Do the benefits of Sam’s lie outweigh the issue of the lie itself?

Sam’s lie resulted in positive impact on his parents at the end of the story, causing his mom to be more relaxed and socially connected and his dad to feel more self confident. In this case, the lie ends up “rescu[ing] his mother and father” (139). However, it is possible that the lie could have ended very badly, and had the events differed slightly, caused a severe negative impact on Sam and the people around him, including:

  • Morley’s social standing plummeting, leaving her a social outcast/reject. Her friends believe Sam’s lie that his father, Dave, is dying, but Morley believes they are talking about the dying dog, so her responses to conversations surrounding the lie are misunderstood and concerning. The community would think of her as manipulative/controlling with Morley saying, “But this time,” […] “I am going to get a younger one. They’re easier to train when they’re younger” (147). Bernie is afraid of Morley and thinks that she is a possible murderess, saying, “But wouldn’t that be . . . murder?” (…) “You can’t just kill without asking,” (…) “Can you?” (150). Morley could be thought of as ‘unappreciative’, ‘cold-blooded’, and ’emotionless’. Her boss might even fire her from her job based on the ‘rumours’.
  • Dave’s self confidence would plummet after he found out that the community ‘lied and manipulated him’ in the form of telling him he ‘looks great’ not because they thought he looked great, but because they thought he was dying. Dave might feel too depressed to leave his home in fear of facing the community.
  • Dave and Morley might get into a lot of arguments, with nether willing to leave the house, which might lead to a possible divorce.
  • Sam would be in huge trouble with his parents, class, the ice cream parlour, and the community. He would be shamed and outcastes by his classmates, banned from the ice cream parlour, and would his parents would be irate at him for lying.
  • The ice cream girl who gave Sam giant scoops of ice cream for free because she sympathized with him would get fired from her job for giving away free ice cream without permission.

Yes, Sam’s parents feel happy and relaxed at the end of the story, but we didn’t see the aftermath of the lie. That is a temporary positive outcome that will most likely change into a negative outcome. Sam’s parents are eventually going to find out about the lie, and Sam is going to face consequences more severe then if he had told the truth about crying over his dying dog in school.

In conclusion, Sam’s lie resulted in a short-term positive outcome, but the benefits do not outweigh the possible negative effects that might still happen. It’s better to tell the truth then to lie; lies might be good for short term, but can be harmful in the longterm.

Quote

“The sharp sword of truth can break the flimsy shield of lies.” – Michelle Bettauer

Night of the Spirit Walkers (Summer Writing Contest)


Write Practice Summer Writing Contest: Write a 1000 word story based on this prompt: ‘You’re walking to work when you see a supernatural creature. No one else can see it. What do you do?’


Never mock the spirits.

You may think that they are nothing more than spooky ghost tales meant for scaring people.

Nothing could be farther from the truth.

My name is Luna Justice, enemy of spirits. I’ve always known my family was a bit unordinary; I was raised by a single father because my mother mysteriously vanished without a trace.

I didn’t know how unordinary.

If my story doesn’t interest you, you can close this book right now. But if you wish to know about a innocent victim in the extermination of the Justice family, read on… if you dare.


 

The autumn breeze swept through my auburn hair as I strolled through town on my way to school. I had walked this path many times, gazing at the small retail stores that lined the street and the people that walked along the sidewalks.

I glanced at my reflection in the window of a popular cafe; a fourteen year old girl with long hair and piercing grey eyes wearing a blue sweater and black trainers stared back. Smiling at my reflection, I continued on my way, watching small sunbeams flicker through the clouds. Nothing could disrupt this peaceful morning.

Nothing, that is, but a spirit.

Looking over to the other side of the street, I was shocked to see a glowing blue figure floating above the sidewalk. No one else seemed to see it. I could have sworn that it glared at me accusingly.

A red leaf fluttered into my face; when I swatted it away, the figure was gone. I shrugged it off, thinking it must have been my imagination.

But more spirits appeared along the path as I walked. Each glared at me in loathing and disapproval. Each vanished before I could get too close. My head pounded from confusion; I had to be hallucinating, right? Spirits and ghosts didn’t exist…

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I realized that I had wandered out of town. I found myself at the edge of the forest, but it wasn’t normal. Everything was dying.
Floating in front of a giant gnarly tree was another spirit. The glare in it’s glowing eyes was full of hatred and wrath.

“You.” it’s voice sounded raspy, like a blistering wind.

“Wh-who are you?” I asked, unnerved by the spirit’s glare.

“I am one of the dead. One of the victims of your family’s crimes.” it hissed.

“Crimes?” I stammered.

“Tortures. Betrayals. Killings. Your family is nothing but scum.” it spat.

“My family…?” My survival instincts were screaming at me to run, but I felt rooted to the spot.

“Oh, the Justice family. What an ironic name for a group of murderers, thieves, and traitors.” it hissed with a dry laugh.

“W-What???” I stuttered.

“My family isn’t-”

“Are you so sure, Justice scum?” the spirit interrupted. “Have you not seen some of the spirits that your family has betrayed?”

My mind reeled back to the dozens of blue ghosts I had seen earlier.

“But-”

“Those are only a small portion of victims of your family’s twisted antics. Many stayed behind in the spirit realm, unwilling to taint their pure souls in your filth. They are glad that they died so quickly, that their suffering at the hands of the Justices ended so soon. They prefer their new home in the land under this Earth. The land that will very soon become the final destination in your short, miserable life.”

Before I could ask what the spirit meant, it dissipated into the air. In its place stood a gaping hole the size of a car.

‘There has to be a mistake.’ I thought. ‘My family aren’t thieves and killers.’

And yet… when I was younger, I had locked myself out of my room, and my dad had picked the lock in one second. He didn’t earn much money, yet our family was rich. Could he…? No.

I pushed the thought away, and studied the hole, staring at the steep rocky tunnel leading down into the Earth. An eerie blue glow pulsed below the entrance.

The ground rumbled, and I nearly fell into the hole. I backed away from the strange tunnel as tendrils of grey smoke burst from the hole. The tendrils sped toward me, wrapping around my waist before I could scream. They yanked me off my feet and dragged me toward the tunnel.

I screamed for help, but no one came. My feet slipped into the hole as I grabbed a nearby tree root. I clung to that root with all my strength, slowly pulling myself out of the hole as the tendrils continued their attempt to drag me into the darkness. I thought I could make it.
I didn’t.
My hands slipped off the root as smaller tendrils coiled around my legs, and I was dragged screaming into the hole.

More tendrils of smoke curled around my waist, yanking me deeper into the darkness. I clawed at the walls and floor, desperately trying to grab onto something, anything, that could stop my forced decent. Pain flared through my hands as the jagged stones pierced my soft flesh, but I continued clawing. The tunnel grew smaller, and unearthly blue fog started swirling in the air, making it suffocatingly hard to breathe. I hit my head on the stone ceiling, and I blacked out for a few… seconds? minutes? I couldn’t tell.

I came to just as the tunnel opened up into a gigantic rock cavern filled with creepy fog and blue spirits. The tendrils released me, and I fell from the tunnel, landing sprawled on the stone floor. There I laid for a few minutes, my breath shaky and uneven, until I lifted my head to see the tunnel disappear.

A realization hit me, and I crumbled in despair.

I would never see my father or the light of day ever again.


 

But my story doesn’t end there. What fun would there be in that?
This was just the beginning.


 

Room Describtive Paragraph (English 9)


(Write a describtive paragraph started with something along the lines of ‘___ kicked off their shoes and walked into their room’ and ending with ‘Things hadn’t changed; home was still home.’


She gently opened the old wooden door to her bedroom, and walked in quietly. Instantly she was rushed with the familiar fresh smell of home. A few books fell from their perch on top of the precarious stack next to the door. As she bent down to retrieve the fallen books, she brushed her hand against the worn white carpet. The rhythmic ticking of the sun-powered owl bobber filled the room as she placed the books carefully back on their stack. Then she strolled over to her bed, which was covered in pillows and fluffy blankets. The springs in the bed creaked quietly when she sat down on the soft purple bedding. Her schoolbag lay forgotten next to her desk. Homework could wait. After a stressful day at school, the girl needed some relaxation. Staring up at the light-blue ceiling, she counted the glow-in-the-dark stars that sparkled at her. Then she glanced at all the posters of animals, dragons, and other such creatures that covered the walls of her room. A peaceful smile lit up her face as the comforts of her room melted her worries away. She grabbed a book from her desk and began reading. Things hadn’t changed; home was still home.


 

Show, Not Tell (English 9)


[Write a descriptive paragraph for the telling sentence below]


I was exhausted.

     Beads of sweat dripped down my face. My feet burned as if I had traveled barefoot across 20 miles of burning coal. I collapsed to the gym floor, panting like a dog, rasping breath searing my raw throat. I wanted nothing more than to drag myself home and fall asleep in my bed… but my schedule wouldn’t let me. School is a hellish nightmare of never ending pain.

“Why,” I gasped between breaths to my friend, “Why…
is PE… so hard?!”

“I… agree!” she replied.

The PE teacher blew his whistle. We peeled ourselves off the ground and trudged to the changing rooms. Wiping the sweat off my head with a towel, I took a moment to look at my reflection in the mirror. Flushed red cheeks, hair plastered to my forehead with sweat, heavy breathing… I grabbed my bag and tiredly walked to my next class. My muscles screamed in protest, but I kept walking. The faster this day was over and I could go home and rest, the better.


 

Welcome to My Blog!


Hi! Welcome to my blog! Here you’ll find a lot of writing; school assignments and just-for-fun fiction.


Riddle: What has cities, but no houses; forests, but no trees; and water, but no fish?

 

 

 

 


 

Answer: A map

 

Credit:
http://www.doriddles.com/riddle-644#show