Crazy Bird in the Tree

During the summer of '07, there was a bird in my backyard that decided to make a nest under our deck. (picture illustrates exactly were the bird nest was.) One day I was out in on my deck and I heared a little chirping. I hadn't discovered the nest...yet. I looked around and tried to listen carefully, but i couldn't find the source of the noise. The next morning, I went out onto my deck and I heared the same chirping. I was determined to find the source. I looked all around and discovered that it was coming from below. When I looked through the spacing in the boards, I noticed that it was a baby bird. I went back into my house and found some bread to feed it. Day after day, I went outside to feed this little bird. There was a tree across from my deck and everyday, I never really thought about a violent chirping that grew louder. After a week of feeding this bird, I started to acknowledge the chirping.
The next morning, I went out onto my deck. I took five steps out and all of a sudden, I saw a wild bird fly towards me. I then sprinted towards the door and grabbed it open and then slammed it shut. The bird flew right at the window then sharply turned.
For the rest of that summer, I would not go into my backyard. To this day, I am scared of birds

The Controversial Issue of RACE

Writing about race can be a controversial issue, so who has the right to write about it? Do you have to be a particular race to write or judge another race? If not, then is it okay to write the worst things about Hispanic people if you are...say...white? Does that make you racist? If not, then where do you draw the line?
It all kind of comes back to the story we read, Every Little Hurricane. In my class, Brittanya kind of brought up this topic. She asked if the man that wrote this story was Native American; if he wasn't, then he was using a lot of stereotypes of Native Americans that may or may not be true.

Let’s say that you were Native American and you read this story, but it was written by someone of a different race. You would definitely take some of the comments personal because you would feel that they were untrue stereotypes. You would be somewhatly upset that some random person can try to generalize your race when they don’t even know how it feels to be that race.

I don't really know where I was going with this post, but thats that!

Predictability in Literature

When I was reading the story by Flannery O'Connor, I found it to be extremely predictable. You could tell that Mr.Shiftlet had a motive for coming to the house. It was also very apparent after the second page that it had something to do with the automobile that was sitting in the Craters' garage. Another predictable aspect of this story is when Mr. Shiftlet gets the idea of driving off with Lucynell. Anyone can see it coming that he is about to leave her in at the diner.

I feel that the predictability of this story make it less entertaining. If O'Connor had put some type of twist or turn then maybe I would have been left guessing at what was about to happen next. Though I never saw the end going where it went, I feel like she could have built on it more. From what Mr. Kunkle told us in class about her, I expected the ending to be more tragic and have a bigger climax. I had this sort of illusion that it would end in a creepy dark way like the rumors of her other stories.

The end of the story felt like it belonged, but it was slightly awkward. It was weird when the boy jumped out of the car and Mr.Shiftlet was left to drive by himself down to Mobile. The dialogue seemed extremely out of place and didn't fit into my interpretation of the story. It was just empty space to me.