I really dislike writing all forms of reflections, especially writing a reflection on a poem that my teacher chose for me. Don’t get me wrong, I do love the poem sailing to Byzantium, but writing a whole 300 words reflection might be challenging. The poem like Fitz said, it’s one of the classics, and it shouldn’t be easy at all; however, I do like a challenge. If I put enough effort into it, it shouldn’t be entirely difficult. Sailing to Byzantium has some beautiful and descriptive stanzas, but this is simply achieved by the utilization of some words. The poem may seem like it is about the city of Byzantium, which it kind of is, but it’s about a spiritual journey and William Butler Yeasts’ idea of his afterlife. When he wrote the poem, his health was rapidly deteriorating, but under these circumstances he still managed to write such an amazing poem. The poem states out strong and every one of its sentences are so powerful and influential. It qualifies for a good poem and I think I surely will enjoy memorizing and preforming it.
There are millions of people all around the globe, but they are faced with challenges everyday. I have had been through many difficult times, but none was like this one. Fitz gave me the impossible task-- the reading of Moby Dick. The writing style of this book was unique and could quite boring at times, but that didn’t mean it was not a enjoyable book to read. Although I was annoyed and bored to my death after reading the first chapter, I decided not to give up on the book right away and just look up everything on lit charts. A few weeks passed by, the story in the book began to ramp up and get more interesting; however, the Mr. Melville decided play with my emotions and added a bunch more long, informative chapters. I was unfamiliar with Moby Dick at first, but I think I was slowing adapting to the writing style. Just when I thought everything was going great, Fitz decided to give us another impossible task-- to copy the writing style of Herman Melville. This assignment actually gave me depression( this is a joke, not to be taken seriously), and it left me frustrated with myself for a few days. “Was the main goal of Fitz to torture innocent kids,” I thought to myself. Life still had to go on, however, and I gave it my best try. Everything turned out to be fine, and I had a fun time doing such tasks for I enjoyed challenges; these were only some of the challenges and unfamiliarity I had to deal with from day to day, and there are so many more yet to come. Whenever I have to face one of them, I will always give it my best try.
Reflection of Moby Dick 2
The book Moby Dick, by Herman Melville, was not as interesting as I thought it would be. Unlike the The Call of The Wild, by Jack London, the book did notgrab my attention by having a lot of action; instead, it had overwhelming amounts of details. The details could be great and engaging if used correctly, but I felt like it was overdone most of the times. For example, in one of the chapters, Ishmael talked about people who studied whales and dolphins and books that they wrote. It was the single longest chapter I’ve encountered so far, and it was extremely frustrating to read. What makes it so boring is that the entire chapter seemed unnecessary because it sounded more like an educational textbook than a exciting whaling adventure. Just when I wanted to give up reading the book, I suddenly came up with the realization that Herman was just playing with my emotions. He made the majority of the chapters so bland and uninteresting so I would never expect he twist. About two or three chapters later, the crew had their first encounter with Moby Dick. I was shocked by the encounter and was immediately grabbed by the story again. This time the descriptions helped me recreate every scenery in my brain, and every sentence was filled with such details I could actually sense the fear and nervousness of the sailors. It was a challenging experience nonetheless, but the author did balance out the informative chapters and the actually engaging chapters. The last thing that I wanted to reflect on was time management. I would always do things at the last minute, despite being told not to. I think would definitely understand the book a lot better if I carefully read five chapters a day than 25 chapters on the last night.
Ninth grade went by fast, just like time when light reflects upon the fresh pages of Moby Dick that allows my retinas to send signals to my optic nerves, and therefore making it possible for my cerebrum to examine the imagery that‘s being visualized with care. Alas, before anyone could realize, we were already halfway through the year; if only the pleasant time could last until the end of the universe. With everything I had achieved, I could only pray with sincerity that surely nothing will go wrong, as if I was the one who consumed the forbidden fruit. When I first boarded the ship of the renown sailor Mr. Fitzsimmons, a man who seemed strange and isolated from the entirety of human civilization, with my comrades, I doubted the voyage ahead. I was only to be proven wrong for Mr. Fitz was the one who corrected our mistakes, for he was the one who guided us through the raging storm, and for he was the one who taught us the very way of life. Now that I am somewhat of an experienced seaman, no longer afraid of the storm, I can only be appreciative of guidance that was provided. Someday, maybe someday when the voyage will finally came to an end, but it shall never be forgotten by those who loved to see the day.
Reflection on Moby Dick
“I try all things, I achieve what I can.”
Moby Dick, by Herman Melville, is a great book to read. Despite what the others may say about the book, I actually don’t think it’s too difficult. When I first started the book, I was terrified because I heard people talking about how Moby Dick was one of the most challenging book to read. The fact that it’s a classic, however, did not concern me too much. I knew it was going to have a lot weird words and weird sentences, but it should be nothing extremely different from The Call of The Wild, by Jack London. Watching the movies before reading the book definitely helped me prepare for the book. The movies gave me a vague idea of what the book was going to be about, and it got me excited for the book. After the movies, we finally got started on the book. The annotated version was more than helpful, it cleared any sort of confusion that I had. Although sometimes I felt like the book was being over descriptive, it was overall a pleasant experience. I could not understand why it took twenty chapters just for the protagonist to get on the boat. People say that the book is really long, and I would definitely agree; however, the chapters themselves are extremely short, and it really gave me a sense of progression whenever I finished a single chapter. Overall I think it really is a book worth reading, and I definitely had a great time reading it.
Happy and Ignorant
Happiness is hard to come by. The ultimate goal of everyone is to be happy, and if that means I have to be ignorant, it’s definitely worth it. There are many ways to achieve happiness, but most ways will give us short term happiness. Money for example, can buy almost everything, and each purchase we make will make us happy for a short amount of time; however, it will never keep us happy forever, so being happy and ignorant can save me a lot of money. Some individuals may argue that being ignorant and dumb is the worst thing that can happen to a person, but I disagree. Little kids are always happy; they never had any problems for them to worry about, and the reason is that they knew nothing. My childhood was fillip with joy and happiness; I would often hear adults talking about how they missed their childhood. They would often tell me that life as an adult is complicated, because they never interact with each other the way that we did. From what I’ve learned knowing more just means that more thoughts have to put into every human interaction. Being wise only makes everything more complicated. In a way, being ignorant increases the level of happiness of a person, because they don’t have a lot of needs and that makes them easy to satisfy. It is always better to be happy and ignorant than wise, but everyone will become wise eventually.
June first is a special day in China. I had some of my best memories from this day. This day was incredibly special to most kids in China, because it was children’s day. Me, for every single year in elementary school, would be looking forward to this day. I did this not because it was a day that children were respected and recognized, it was because my parent bought me new toys every year. Even though I am no a longer a child, I am a young man, I could still vividly remember every scene on June 1, 2012, Dalian, China. The bell finally rang, every kid stampeded through huge iron bar gate. Their parents were waiting for them outside, all with gifts in their hands: cars, submarines, planes, transformers, anything you can think of. While all the other kids were overfilled with joy, my mom was nowhere to be found. I waited and waited, it felt like hours, maybe days and she finally showed up. I was quickly enlightened when I heard that we were going to get some new, fancy toys. We went this ginormous mall that was in the richer area of the city, and as soon as we entered the mall, I dashed towards the toy section. I ended up getting some really expensive toy cars that were as big as my hand, just like any spoiled mommy’s boy. My dad or my mom would buy my toys every June first and that would always be remembered. Although I ended up losing or trading off most of my cars from my collection, they were really memorable to me. These tiny and unique cars each represented the love of my family, their love for me. We were not wealthy at all at that time, but my parents would still sacrifice their hard earned money for my enjoyment. I really appreciated their non conditional love for me and will not forget about this very day of the year, June first.
The Power of Imagination
The mind of a child is pure and simple but full of imagination. Each childhood was different, because the power of our minds. We all had a unique childhood, and the author, Dylan Thomas, was memorable and fun. In the book, A Child’s Chrismas in Wales, by Dylan Thomas, almost everything was filled with imagination. He made them realistic because of the way he utilized the writing techniques.
The imagination of a person is limitless. In the book, there were a lot of similes and metaphors. These similes and metaphors help the readers better understand the book.
“Bring out the tall tales now that we told by the fire as the gaslight bubbled like a diver. Ghosts whooed like owls in the long nights when I dared not look over my shoulder; animals lurked in the cubbyhole under the stairs and the gas meter ticked. And I remember that we went singing carols once, when there wasn't the shaving of a moon to light the flying streets.”(Thomas, 8)
This very particular scene utilized some amazing similes and metaphors. Not only did it show how scared the author was, it also made my muscles frequently expand and extract causing my blood vessel to feel pressure. This was all empowered by the constant transportation of neurons to the human cerebrum with the help of brain cells. I could hear the howling of ghosts in the back ground, sense dangerous monsters lurking in the shadows and the beasts eyeing me from the distance. These are all imagined by the author, but somehow they all felt so real. This is the power of imagination, and with the right similes and metaphors to animate and brilliantly express his imaginative childhood.
There are never enough details in a book. A Child’s Christmas In Whales, by Dylan Thomas, however, said otherwise. Dylan Thomas added so much details it really made all the scenes in the book feel alive. When I’m reading a book, there was not one moment that I was confused. All the descriptive words and overwhelming amount of detail that the author added made the book both challenging and fun to read.
“For dinner we had turkey and blazing pudding, and after dinner the Uncles sat in front of the fire, loosened all buttons, put their large moist hands over their watch chains, groaned a little and slept. Mothers, aunts and sisters scuttled to and fro, bearing tureens. Auntie Bessie, who had already been frightened, twice, by a clock-work mouse, whimpered at the sideboard and had some elderberry wine”(Thomas, 7)
Dylan Thomas never missed one single detail. We were well informed from just the beginning of that paragraph. All the delicious food that were written made my muscles on the gastrointestinal tract to vibrate frequently. He physically described his fat uncles that just felt so real. For a second, I saw them sitting right in front of me, sleeping. Auntie Bessie was so perfectly described. I almost felt bad for her for being scared skinless. After all that descriptive story telling and reading, it really made my fluid level in my very own body low and the blood cells filled with potassium. Throughout the book, every single scene was as descriptive as the other. These helped to support the power of imagination. We can not think the same as the author, but the images and actions helps us to look at the world through the authors eyes.
Now, I can do nothing but imagine, imagine that I would get an A on this essay made out of blood and sweat.
A Waste of Time
Wasting time is never beneficial, but we all have done it before. Time goes by so quickly when I’m sitting in front of the Xbox. Playing video games can either be beneficial or a huge waste of time. It is wasteful because there’s nothing other than fun and joy that we are going to get out of video games, my mom used to always say, “video games aren’t going to pay the bills!” That’s not entirely true, but I do tend to agree with her most of the time. I could sit in front of the tv for hours and hours, and not only is that hurting my body, also my grades. There was not going to be one moment that I would even care the slightest for my homework when I’m gaming. When I leave the tv and walk around, I would feel sick, noxious and disgusted; when I go outside after staying in the house for 3 days, my legs would be sour, painful and weak and when I look at my homework, I feel stressed, overwhelmed and tired. Experiencing those were never fun but I still manage to play so many video games. I guess for some people, they have a lot of time to waste, and who said that wasting time isn’t fun?
No Giving Without Thanks
It is important to always be thankful. There is a day that really allows us to be thankful and it is Thursday, December 22. I am almost definitely certain that, I am thankful for this very day. This is a day where I can sit down, eat some delicious food and be appreciative. School started in September, not one moment was I relaxed and not anxious. There were so many things that I had to do: SSAT, applications and I had to worry about grades. The whole situation really stressed me out, even video games won’t save me from my anxieties. People told me to just relax, but my parents were pressuring me quite a lot. They kept telling me that if I don’t get in a good high school, I won’t be able to get in a good college, then I won’t be able to get a good job and etc. I was like a balloon, and people were all pumping air inside me; I could pop at any moment. When I was on the edge of blowing up into pieces, I heard something truly inspirational, something that released all the air inside of me; I heard there was a Thanksgiving break. Like Fitz said, since it is called a break, we should have no homework and relax. Relaxation was the only thing I needed and Thanksgiving was the best time to relax. I could always sit in front of the huge turkey on the dining table and be thankful. It’s always necessary to take a moment and thank everyone around us, take a moment and appreciate what they are doing for us, and clear our minds. When I’m eating all the turkey and potatoes, I will always stay thankful and relaxed.