Show, don't tell.

There's nothing more soothing than clutching my arms around soft tan fur when the lights go out and everything around me creaks and moans, as if there are spirits haunting the hallowed halls. I can hug it, and with its two arms and two legs, its almost as if it hugs me back. It is a security blanket and a best friend, something a girl should never live without. When my eyes adjust to the light I know that no matter what happens I can always look down and find a pair of chocolate brown eyes staring up at me. Sometimes, even though I know that they're just half -spheres of glass, I swear I can see sympathetic emotion in the eyes. With a smile plastered on its face, it never waivers in its positive attitude. Yes, no matter how loud the floorboards creak or how loud the plumbing buckles, it will always stay calm and still, the surest form of security and comfort.

Short Story Blog

In class we read a short story about a blind man who "taught" an able-bodied man how to see. I really liked this story. I thought the message was very powerful and the way it was written was perfect. I'm usually not a fan of short stories, because I think they're too short to be able to hold a good enough message. However, this story was worthy of spending the day on to read.

We also read the story about the black woman who was returning to her African roots while the rest of her family stayed in their normal lifestyle. I didn't really like this story as much because the actions of  "Wangero" really made me angry. I understand that she was going back to her roots but she was being mean to her family because of it and it wasn't respectful or a good attitude either. This story definitely didn't have a good enough message for me to enjoy it, at least one that was able to shine through Wangero's annoying actions.