“Why don’t you go bother some one else? BESIDES ME!” She tried to walk faster but it was difficult with her pointy black boots. He was perfectly instep with her, even slightly clearing the crowd due to his tall lanky form and his obvious non city like appearance.
“I told you. I want to repay you for saving my life.” He said it in such a matter of fact way that she almost slapped him. Why did this mad man have so much confidence?
“If you want to do me a favor you can just leave me alone!” Ignoring her shrieking calf muscles she dodged a couple on her left and made another attempt to get away from him. It came to no big surprise but unwished on her part that he ended up right beside her again. Now Alice really did feel tears streaming down her face.
“Ugh!! I wish you would just quit following me!!” Alice didn’t even realize her slip until it was out of her mouth. She turned on her heel as fast as she could and shoved in between a couple who had just gotten out of their taxi and told the driver to drive.
She didn’t even have to look over her shoulder to know that the ‘genie’ was smiling
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Part 5
“No its okay you don’t have to do anything, it was a mistake anyway that I bumped into you.”
She tried to go around him but he just came right in front of her again. And when she side stepped him there he was again.
“Well I think I know how I can give you a substantial gift. I am going to bestow upon you three wishes. Any wish you would like I will grant it because I am a genie!!” He looked very confident in his answer almost smug. As if he was bestowing upon her some priceless gift.
Alice stared at him with pure horror on her face. Oh my God! I’ve saved some crazy weirdo! And that relaxed stance that he held in front of her only made her feel worse. Moving very quickly while keeping her face perfectly blank she pushed passed him. Yes he was defiantly some street punk just giving trouble.
“Hey! Wait a minute didn’t you hear what I said. I’m a genie! You know make a wish and it will be granted that sort of thing. HEY!” Alice had pushed into the crowd crossing the street and separated from him. But no sooner had she stepped up on the other side than she looked up to find him waiting for her.
“Alright, if you really are a genie why don’t you prove it?” Alice challenged, half remembering how in Aladdin Genie had demonstrated his powers in front of him.
The so-called genie hesitated. Alice raised her eyebrows and was and was about to walk away when he stopped her.
“Well I can’t exactly do that unless you make your first wish.”
Now Alice knew she was at her limit. She could almost feel her blood boiling. It was all too much. Both mother and brother were gone and on top of that her suicidal father being dishonored by her Tiffany. Plus a drug addicted step brother who couldn’t just leave her be. Now she needed to deal with this weird person who probably belonged in a mental hospital! It took almost all of her strength not to burst into angry tears right there in the street.
She tried to go around him but he just came right in front of her again. And when she side stepped him there he was again.
“Well I think I know how I can give you a substantial gift. I am going to bestow upon you three wishes. Any wish you would like I will grant it because I am a genie!!” He looked very confident in his answer almost smug. As if he was bestowing upon her some priceless gift.
Alice stared at him with pure horror on her face. Oh my God! I’ve saved some crazy weirdo! And that relaxed stance that he held in front of her only made her feel worse. Moving very quickly while keeping her face perfectly blank she pushed passed him. Yes he was defiantly some street punk just giving trouble.
“Hey! Wait a minute didn’t you hear what I said. I’m a genie! You know make a wish and it will be granted that sort of thing. HEY!” Alice had pushed into the crowd crossing the street and separated from him. But no sooner had she stepped up on the other side than she looked up to find him waiting for her.
“Alright, if you really are a genie why don’t you prove it?” Alice challenged, half remembering how in Aladdin Genie had demonstrated his powers in front of him.
The so-called genie hesitated. Alice raised her eyebrows and was and was about to walk away when he stopped her.
“Well I can’t exactly do that unless you make your first wish.”
Now Alice knew she was at her limit. She could almost feel her blood boiling. It was all too much. Both mother and brother were gone and on top of that her suicidal father being dishonored by her Tiffany. Plus a drug addicted step brother who couldn’t just leave her be. Now she needed to deal with this weird person who probably belonged in a mental hospital! It took almost all of her strength not to burst into angry tears right there in the street.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
“Why Are All the Black Kids Sitting Together in the Cafeteria?”
Not one of my random stories. This is about a article that i read on one of the World's BIGGEST PROBLEMS...
Racism
(1.) […] In almost every audience I address, there is someone who will suggest that racism is a thing of the past. There is always someone who hasn’t noticed the stereotypical images of people of color in the media, who hasn’t observed the housing discrimination in their community, who hasn’t read the newspaper articles about racial bias in lending practices[1] among well-known banks, who isn’t aware of the racial tracking[2] pattern at the local school, who hasn’t seen the reports of rising incidents of racially motivated hate crimes in America—in short, someone who hasn’t been paying attention to issues of race. But if you are paying attention, the legacy of racism is not hard to see, and we are all affected by it.
(2.) The impact of racism begins early. Even in our preschool years, we are exposed to misinformation[3] about people different from ourselves. Many of us grew up in neighborhoods where we had limited opportunities to interact with people different from our own families. When I ask my students, “How many of you grew up in neighborhoods where most of the people were from the same racial group as your own?” almost every hand goes up. There is still a great deal of social segregation in our communities. Consequently, most of the early information we receive about “others”—people racially, religiously, or economically different from ourselves—does not come as the result of firsthand experience. The secondhand information we do receive has often been distorted, shaped by cultural stereotypes, and left incomplete.
'Racism is the thing of the past'.... Tic..Tock..Tick..Tock DING.....WRONG!! I'm sorry but that is just a bunch of Baloney Sandwich! I mean do people even listen to the news? What do they think the tribal wars in the Middle East are for?Or even perhaps even listen to some of the crap that is said on TV that puts racist accusations to shame. The entire time I was reading this paragraph I was fuming! I mean how it amazes me that people can be so blind or just to plain stupid to acknowledge that racism is still around and very active problem. Racism is as present as white vs. black gang wars of the US and as ancient as the Hebrew slaves of the old egptian Pharohs.It has played a part in human history for thousands of years and it is most likely going to take just as long if not more to solve it.
To describe my anotation on this infiriating article is to describe a bunch of typed up words that were underlined or circled which were attached to my own personal feelings that came with them. Many were angery scribles that were supposed to look like words and drawings that did not say very kind things. These first two paragraphs are important because they bring describe the main points of racism before the auther gets into the stories behind them.
Racism
(1.) […] In almost every audience I address, there is someone who will suggest that racism is a thing of the past. There is always someone who hasn’t noticed the stereotypical images of people of color in the media, who hasn’t observed the housing discrimination in their community, who hasn’t read the newspaper articles about racial bias in lending practices[1] among well-known banks, who isn’t aware of the racial tracking[2] pattern at the local school, who hasn’t seen the reports of rising incidents of racially motivated hate crimes in America—in short, someone who hasn’t been paying attention to issues of race. But if you are paying attention, the legacy of racism is not hard to see, and we are all affected by it.
(2.) The impact of racism begins early. Even in our preschool years, we are exposed to misinformation[3] about people different from ourselves. Many of us grew up in neighborhoods where we had limited opportunities to interact with people different from our own families. When I ask my students, “How many of you grew up in neighborhoods where most of the people were from the same racial group as your own?” almost every hand goes up. There is still a great deal of social segregation in our communities. Consequently, most of the early information we receive about “others”—people racially, religiously, or economically different from ourselves—does not come as the result of firsthand experience. The secondhand information we do receive has often been distorted, shaped by cultural stereotypes, and left incomplete.
'Racism is the thing of the past'.... Tic..Tock..Tick..Tock DING.....WRONG!! I'm sorry but that is just a bunch of Baloney Sandwich! I mean do people even listen to the news? What do they think the tribal wars in the Middle East are for?Or even perhaps even listen to some of the crap that is said on TV that puts racist accusations to shame. The entire time I was reading this paragraph I was fuming! I mean how it amazes me that people can be so blind or just to plain stupid to acknowledge that racism is still around and very active problem. Racism is as present as white vs. black gang wars of the US and as ancient as the Hebrew slaves of the old egptian Pharohs.It has played a part in human history for thousands of years and it is most likely going to take just as long if not more to solve it.
To describe my anotation on this infiriating article is to describe a bunch of typed up words that were underlined or circled which were attached to my own personal feelings that came with them. Many were angery scribles that were supposed to look like words and drawings that did not say very kind things. These first two paragraphs are important because they bring describe the main points of racism before the auther gets into the stories behind them.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
“Wow, thanks a lot,” he exclaimed, “you’re amazing you just saved my life? What are you? What’s your name?”
His full lips spread into a mischievous white toothed smile that made Alice stare at him for a moment before replying. What was she doing staring at this stranger?
“What do you mean I just bumped into you?”
For a moment he paused, before pointing at something over her shoulder. Though he kept his smile in place, for a split second she saw conflicting emotions in his eyes. She turned around and nearly yelped. Before her were the remains of huge grand piano, its many wooden pieces scattered everywhere across the sidewalk and street. Thick ropes were still attached to some of the pieces that were dangling like shards of a piñata. The instrument at one point must have cost a fortune and would probably be sorely missed.
Wow this really was one hell of a day! First I go to my fathers funeral with my crazy step family then I almost get killed by a falling piano! What’s next?! Am I going to continue the
family tradition and be a suicide case, too! Alice almost jumped out of her skin when she found she was being embraced from behind.
“THANK YOU! THANK YOU!”
“Hey!! Let me go!!” She tried elbowing him in the ribs but he dodged it, skipping backwards a step with the same smile on his face. Oh no, she thought, here’ s a crazy person right here!
“I am forever in your debt and I would like to repay you.”
Thinking quickly, Alice realized that she couldn’t escape by turning around because she couldn’t walk through the piano pieces with her high heels. But nor could she cross the street for fear of being flattened like a pancake by racing taxi cabs.
His full lips spread into a mischievous white toothed smile that made Alice stare at him for a moment before replying. What was she doing staring at this stranger?
“What do you mean I just bumped into you?”
For a moment he paused, before pointing at something over her shoulder. Though he kept his smile in place, for a split second she saw conflicting emotions in his eyes. She turned around and nearly yelped. Before her were the remains of huge grand piano, its many wooden pieces scattered everywhere across the sidewalk and street. Thick ropes were still attached to some of the pieces that were dangling like shards of a piñata. The instrument at one point must have cost a fortune and would probably be sorely missed.
Wow this really was one hell of a day! First I go to my fathers funeral with my crazy step family then I almost get killed by a falling piano! What’s next?! Am I going to continue the
family tradition and be a suicide case, too! Alice almost jumped out of her skin when she found she was being embraced from behind.
“THANK YOU! THANK YOU!”
“Hey!! Let me go!!” She tried elbowing him in the ribs but he dodged it, skipping backwards a step with the same smile on his face. Oh no, she thought, here’ s a crazy person right here!
“I am forever in your debt and I would like to repay you.”
Thinking quickly, Alice realized that she couldn’t escape by turning around because she couldn’t walk through the piano pieces with her high heels. But nor could she cross the street for fear of being flattened like a pancake by racing taxi cabs.
Friday, October 2, 2009
part 3
It wasn’t like Tiffany couldn’t handle a few acts for a some reporters without Alice needing to be in the background. The last time Alice was with Tiffany at a news conference she had spent it nodding with boredom at how shocking the whatever the ‘business’ was.
Out onto the sidewalk, she began to walk randomly through the busy sidewalk. She had to dodge several sewage and mud puddles before pushing and shoving her way through the crowd to get the most sheltered part of the sidewalk. Now that she thought about it the weather was even drearier then usual. From the beginning the funeral did have that sort of cliché kind of feeling like you see at a movie: the burial had been raining dully then it had stopped leaving a
big blanket of gloomy clouds hovering over the city. It was probably going to rain. What a day.
Alice pulled the hood of her trench coat over her head as a cold gust of wind blasted her from behind and knocked her forward. She tried to catch her balance. But instead she twisted her ankle on a crack which sent her staggering and falling on top of some tall looming figure in front of her. Her body hit something hard and cold.
“Hey are you okay?”
Gasping and trying to catch her breath she looked up into the two bright periwinkle blue eyes of her landing cushion. He must have not have been hurt because he didn’t look like he felt any pain even though she knew jabbed her elbow in his rib cage which actually hurt her.
“Oh I’m sorry!”
Realizing she was still on top of him, she got up. As she got up she winced, her entire body felt like it had been hit by a thousand needles.
This is defiantly not my day! She thought as she straightened up to look at the guy who was still remarkably standing there. Usually when something like this happens people run as if they did something wrong.
His dark leather jacket was only one shade deeper than his shoulder length brown hair which cascaded in many disorderly curls over his deep V necked white shirt. His build was on the slender side but there were hints of muscle beneath the folds of his tight shirt. When he stood up she saw multiple numbers of leather bracelets on his golden brown wrists before his hands disappeared into the pockets of his baggy blue jeans.
Out onto the sidewalk, she began to walk randomly through the busy sidewalk. She had to dodge several sewage and mud puddles before pushing and shoving her way through the crowd to get the most sheltered part of the sidewalk. Now that she thought about it the weather was even drearier then usual. From the beginning the funeral did have that sort of cliché kind of feeling like you see at a movie: the burial had been raining dully then it had stopped leaving a
big blanket of gloomy clouds hovering over the city. It was probably going to rain. What a day.
Alice pulled the hood of her trench coat over her head as a cold gust of wind blasted her from behind and knocked her forward. She tried to catch her balance. But instead she twisted her ankle on a crack which sent her staggering and falling on top of some tall looming figure in front of her. Her body hit something hard and cold.
“Hey are you okay?”
Gasping and trying to catch her breath she looked up into the two bright periwinkle blue eyes of her landing cushion. He must have not have been hurt because he didn’t look like he felt any pain even though she knew jabbed her elbow in his rib cage which actually hurt her.
“Oh I’m sorry!”
Realizing she was still on top of him, she got up. As she got up she winced, her entire body felt like it had been hit by a thousand needles.
This is defiantly not my day! She thought as she straightened up to look at the guy who was still remarkably standing there. Usually when something like this happens people run as if they did something wrong.
His dark leather jacket was only one shade deeper than his shoulder length brown hair which cascaded in many disorderly curls over his deep V necked white shirt. His build was on the slender side but there were hints of muscle beneath the folds of his tight shirt. When he stood up she saw multiple numbers of leather bracelets on his golden brown wrists before his hands disappeared into the pockets of his baggy blue jeans.
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