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Cry The Beloved Country

CRY, THE BELOVED COUNTRY

I consider Paton's most prominent theme at this point of the novel is religion.

Acclaimed author Alan Paton pronounced in his novel that the “ground is holy’’ and therefore it shall be walked upon “unshod” being that it came from the “creator”. The acknowledgement of the ground being holy and that it was made by the creator represents that it should be treated well and looking rich. Paton wants to clarify how you should treat something that was created by the creator himself.

Paton points out that some of the people felt that the “church has a fine voice, but no deeds”. The people felt that the church could sound excellent when they said something, the message didn’t hit home in the peoples heart and make them feel something. The people were turning away from the church the church wasn’t doing the job the people felt it should do for them.

As Paton’s theme focus much on religion threw out this part of the novel he had situations when a character started to lose their faith and question God.

Paton identifies a moment when one of his main characters Mr. Kumalo states that there was no more “prayer left in [him]”. As Mr. Kumalo was learning more and more about his son troublesome ways he was starting to doubt the power of his prayers, he didn’t feel like it was helping anymore. Paton used this to signify that people wouldn’t think out of all people that this would come from a preacher.

Mr. Kumalo was feeling and thinking that “God has turned from [him]”. With everything that was going on Mr. Kumalo felt like he couldn’t win for losing to him it seemed as if God was no longer there with him. Mr. Kumalo should know better than anyone with him being a priest that God didn’t leave him just because the going is getting a little unbearably and hard to take in and handle.

Paton demonstrates situations where the people wanted to help out of the grace of God.

          Kumalo’s lawyer stated that he would “take the case for God”. He didn’t want money he wanted to do it out of the kindness he had in his heart and for the grace of God. Paton used this because not all people were mean and unkind and always wants money for their time and service.

          Mr. Kumalo’s rosy cheeked friend told him “if there was anything he could help with” all he had to do was just ask him. His friend wanted to help Mr. Kumalo because he was a priest himself and it is his duty as well to God to help those in need of help. He wanted to help he didn’t give Mr. Kumalo a limit to the favors he would help him with he just told him if there was anything you needed he would try his best to get it done.

Home Sweet Home

  Ke’Airria Jordan

19 November 2012

Ms. Harmon

Pre AP English 10

Home Sweet Home

“Well Ashley this seems like it’s going to be our last time up here.

            “Yeah I know what you mean. We have spent almost 15 years up here in this attic.”

            I cut her off and say “no it’s our Get Away Place.”

            We sat and stared at the cold wood floor. For what seemed like forever, but was only for a few minutes. We got up looked out the window at the huge Oak tree in the back yard. Standing as tall as in can be like it was looking right back at us. I look down and saw a broken branch.

            “Ok get out! It’s my turn “, I hear Ashley scream at me over and over.

            “The oldest gets to ride longer,” I yelled back.

            “We are both eleven now get out!” Ashley screamed.

So I climbed out the tire swing on the old Oak tree. I turn my head for a few split seconds. And I hear this huge break. I turn back towards the tree. To see Ashley lying face up on the ground. With the tire still wrapped around her waist. Like a blanket on a cold winter day. The rope still tied to the broken branch. I walked over to her and kicked her foot.

            “Why are kicking me?” she asked me.

            “I’m trying to see if you ok. Because you are just laying there not moving you know.”

            “Well I did just fall out of a freaking tree you know.” She said back.

            “Yes I see you have. So are you ok.”

            “Yeah I just got the wind knocked out of me,” she said in a very shallow voice. As if she was trying to catch her breath after you come from under water.

            Still looking out the window, I see Mia and her younger brother playing catch with a baseball on the sidewalk. And I laugh to myself as I picture Ashley’s mom, running out the house like it was on fire with the baseball in her hand.

            “Which one of you threw this ball and broke my window?”

            Me and Ashley both looking like we just saw a ghost. I hand Ashley the bat and we both say “She did it!” at the same time. And run to the backyard to hide behind a tree.

            As tears began to form in my eyes I quickly turned around so Ashley wouldn’t see. I feel something hard on the bottom of my shoe. I look down and I’m stepping on a cord to an old TV.

            “What did you just do?”

            I look over and Ashley is standing in the doorway of her room. And here is her TV lying on the carpet face down.

            She asked me again “What did you just do?” and I quietly say.

            “I was trying to pull the TV up some more on the wall. It just jumped off the wall.”

            “TV’s don’t just jump off of a wall Ke’Airria.”

            “Well this one just did. I guess it didn’t like being up so high. I’m surprised it didn’t break into pieces.

            “Yes you better be glad my momma would have killed you.”

            “You right I could see that coming now.”

            We both let out very loud giggles.

            “Ke’Airria! Ke’Airria!” I hear Ashley calling me.

            And I come back down to earth.

            “Come on and help me get the last few boxes, out my room and the living room. We’re sown to the last two big boxes.

            I tell Ashley “Hurry up and walk faster this box is heavy you know.”

            All the boxes are all gone and packed into the moving truck. I look up to the attic window.

            And say to Ashley “these fifth teen years at this house have been a rollercoaster ride.”

            “Yes so many memories.”

            “Well I’m truly going to miss this house.”

My Years of Reading Flash Cards and Watching Dora

My Years of Reading Flash Cards and Watching Dora

I learned to read from watching Dora. And my mother and sister putting words on flash cards for me.

I would read nothing but Dora books. If I saw a word. From one of the flash cards my mom made me. I would shout it out and laugh. I would say the word every time I saw it.

After a while I finnally got the reading down. I would make my sister and my mother  listen to me read. Even when I would read them the book backwards.

Now that im older I like to read. But not Dora I guess from me reading and watching her. So much when I was little. I grew up and I don’t like to watch her as much anymore. But I teached my younger sister to read off of Dora. And she stills love it when I would read her a Dora book.

I AM!!

 

 

I AM
I am Ridiculously Funny and a little Weird
I wonder what my life would be like in 10 years
I hear scary noises when I am home alone
I see strange objects up in the clouds
I want shoes that can tie themselves
I am Ridiculously Funny and a little Weird
I pretend I don’t care when I obviously so
I feel tired when all I do is sleep
I touch things I’m not suppose to
I worry when my hair will turn gray
I cry when I laugh to hard
I am Ridiculously Funny and a little Weird
I understand myself when others do not
I say many things beginning with What If
I dream of things that people say will never happen
I try to make people happy when they are sad
I hope to change the world one day
I am Ridiculously Funny and a little Weird

Can You Believe It

       Can you believe it an old man with enormous wings, lying down in the mud? What should we do help or leave him there. Is he a fallen angel or something else? No one seems to know. So what should we do oh yea I know lock him up in a barn, treat him wrong, and get rich off him.

        The world would be a much better place, if we all followed the golden rule, of treating each other right. No one seems to know what that means anymore. Instead, they lock you up in a barn. In addition, people take the time to come by, call you a freak, and throw rocks at you.      

       You should treat people the way you would like to be, with much RESPECT. It should not matter if they are strange or a little different from you. No one wants to be as an outcast. You should treat them as if they belong.

       Treating people wrong can have many consequences. I know that for a fact is very much true. As some people say kindness is always the way. You never know when you will need someone to be kind to you.

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