Crucible:
1. A severe test or trial as of patience or belief
2. A place, time, situation in which concentrated forces interact to cause or influence change or development.
I think Arthur Miller titled his book "The Crucible" because a crucible is a severe test. The Salem Witch Trials were basically one big test. The trial was testing the beliefs of the town accused towns people. Miller could've also named his play "The Crucible" because it was a time of change influenced by certain people. In this case the force would be Abigail. She influences the rest of the girls in Salem causing madness. The court attempts to change the town by getting rid of all evil therefore he named it the crucible
Friday, November 20, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
I Am Not
What is identity? Identity is characterized as the collective aspect of the set of characteristics by which a thing is definitively recognizable or known. On my ID there is somewhat of a who description of me. I am 4’11, I have brown hair and brown eyes, I weigh ninety-two pounds and I am a female. Although these are all true that is not how I identify myself. I think a person’s identity is made up of not only their physical traits but their memories and their ethics too. Their ethics can be made up of so many different principles a person holds dear. These ethics can be influenced by many different things including their culture, religion and friendships. The people that a person hangs out with the most would be how they are most likely to be.
If somebody asked me how I identity myself, I don’t know what I would respond. People take years to understand and know who they are. Although I don’t know who I am, I know who lm not. I am not the best preparer. Although I love to be organized and I love to make lists I am a procrastinator I know that this is not the best t habit to posses because procrastinators get nowhere in life. They just procrastinate some more. They procrastinate about trying to find out what they want to do in life. I remember one time in the fifth grade our teacher gave us two weeks to pick a topic for a mini essay we were supposed to do. I chose the fourth president of The United States, James Madison as my topic during class while she was handing out the forms to fill in our topic. From there she gave us two more weeks for an outline which I decided was stupid but I did, half way. Three weeks and a half after that deadline we had to be ready to present. I worked on that essay for two hours two days before and three the night before. My mother says I was so mad at myself I went to bed without supper that night but I think it was because by the time I finished the essay I was too tired to even eat. She says she’d never seen me that mad at myself but it was because she knows I wanted to do well on the paper but I didn’t give myself enough room. With schoolwork I’ve always been independent, since my mother is originally from Guatemala; she was not the best person to help me with English. I got through the paper just fine but that day I realized I worked well under pressure. Since then my procrastinator ways have been heightened. I have tried and tried to get rid of this old habit but it is virtually impossible.
I am not uncaring. As the youngest of nine other siblings, you would think that I’m spoiled, bratty and inconsiderate. I actually had to be more considerate because of the fact that we are such a big family. I have had to sometimes give up what I’ve wanted to please everyone else. For Christmas one year my sister got me a skirt. Only she had not seen me Christmas Eve so she gave it to me during a party a couple days later. I remember that we were walking to her car with her daughter, who is three years younger than me. (At the time I was about ten and she was seven) It was still cold outside but it was worth being cold for a minute if that meant that I was getting a present in exchange. When I saw my present wrapped up I wondered what it could be. I opened it and it was an outfit complete with its own little purple skirt with lavender flowers and a lavender spaghetti strap blouse. My niece decided she liked my present so she started to cry. My sister tried to convince her that it was my present but that evil little girl didn’t care she wanted the outfit. When my sister started to give in I started to cry. My sister convinced me she would get me a better skirt if I just gave in to the whims of her daughter. I accepted and till this day I have not gotten any skirts from her. I guess she wants to make up that skirt with love or something. She’s lucky I’m not the bank; at least I don’t charge interest.
Another thing that I’m not is bland. I love to talk, play and make new friends. My teachers used to call me busy body. Their good bye notes usually said “Busy body, keep on being yourself and never change.” Apparently, I should stay quirky and friendly. Seeing as how I am a commuter and I try not to drive illegally as much as I can I must take the bus. It is not the greatest thing in the world because it is very time consuming and most of the L.A busses are smellier than God knows what. On the other hand, as I am “Eco-freak” I am pleased with the fact that riding the bus is healthier for the environment and I also like it because I get to meet new people. Just the other day I made friends with somebody who was also majoring in biology. Every time I get on the bus I make new acquaintances and it’s kind of fun not to talk to the same people. Although don’t get me wrong I love my peeps but I still love trying new things.
In conclusion, Identity is tough to describe because identity had its own characteristics and it has two different meaning. The list of what I’m not is short but it would take far too long to write what I’m not if I don’t know who I am. I’m still trying to figure out who I am. There is a famous quote that says “If you know who you are, you know where you’re going.” I may not know who I am but I know where I’m going. Over time I know my perspectives will change and I will eventually know who I am, but for now I’m going to take my seat.
If somebody asked me how I identity myself, I don’t know what I would respond. People take years to understand and know who they are. Although I don’t know who I am, I know who lm not. I am not the best preparer. Although I love to be organized and I love to make lists I am a procrastinator I know that this is not the best t habit to posses because procrastinators get nowhere in life. They just procrastinate some more. They procrastinate about trying to find out what they want to do in life. I remember one time in the fifth grade our teacher gave us two weeks to pick a topic for a mini essay we were supposed to do. I chose the fourth president of The United States, James Madison as my topic during class while she was handing out the forms to fill in our topic. From there she gave us two more weeks for an outline which I decided was stupid but I did, half way. Three weeks and a half after that deadline we had to be ready to present. I worked on that essay for two hours two days before and three the night before. My mother says I was so mad at myself I went to bed without supper that night but I think it was because by the time I finished the essay I was too tired to even eat. She says she’d never seen me that mad at myself but it was because she knows I wanted to do well on the paper but I didn’t give myself enough room. With schoolwork I’ve always been independent, since my mother is originally from Guatemala; she was not the best person to help me with English. I got through the paper just fine but that day I realized I worked well under pressure. Since then my procrastinator ways have been heightened. I have tried and tried to get rid of this old habit but it is virtually impossible.
I am not uncaring. As the youngest of nine other siblings, you would think that I’m spoiled, bratty and inconsiderate. I actually had to be more considerate because of the fact that we are such a big family. I have had to sometimes give up what I’ve wanted to please everyone else. For Christmas one year my sister got me a skirt. Only she had not seen me Christmas Eve so she gave it to me during a party a couple days later. I remember that we were walking to her car with her daughter, who is three years younger than me. (At the time I was about ten and she was seven) It was still cold outside but it was worth being cold for a minute if that meant that I was getting a present in exchange. When I saw my present wrapped up I wondered what it could be. I opened it and it was an outfit complete with its own little purple skirt with lavender flowers and a lavender spaghetti strap blouse. My niece decided she liked my present so she started to cry. My sister tried to convince her that it was my present but that evil little girl didn’t care she wanted the outfit. When my sister started to give in I started to cry. My sister convinced me she would get me a better skirt if I just gave in to the whims of her daughter. I accepted and till this day I have not gotten any skirts from her. I guess she wants to make up that skirt with love or something. She’s lucky I’m not the bank; at least I don’t charge interest.
Another thing that I’m not is bland. I love to talk, play and make new friends. My teachers used to call me busy body. Their good bye notes usually said “Busy body, keep on being yourself and never change.” Apparently, I should stay quirky and friendly. Seeing as how I am a commuter and I try not to drive illegally as much as I can I must take the bus. It is not the greatest thing in the world because it is very time consuming and most of the L.A busses are smellier than God knows what. On the other hand, as I am “Eco-freak” I am pleased with the fact that riding the bus is healthier for the environment and I also like it because I get to meet new people. Just the other day I made friends with somebody who was also majoring in biology. Every time I get on the bus I make new acquaintances and it’s kind of fun not to talk to the same people. Although don’t get me wrong I love my peeps but I still love trying new things.
In conclusion, Identity is tough to describe because identity had its own characteristics and it has two different meaning. The list of what I’m not is short but it would take far too long to write what I’m not if I don’t know who I am. I’m still trying to figure out who I am. There is a famous quote that says “If you know who you are, you know where you’re going.” I may not know who I am but I know where I’m going. Over time I know my perspectives will change and I will eventually know who I am, but for now I’m going to take my seat.
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