Jim Crow Laws: Utterly Barbaric

I have just read over a few Jim Crow laws and I find it absolutely insane. Segregation because of skin color to such extreme extents is unacceptable. As I began pondering the matter further I started thinking of a similar way to put it, equally as crazy.
Schooling: There should be a school for blonds and a separately constructed school for brunettes.
Nurses: Blond nurses are not required to be in the same room in a hospital with a brunette man.
Marriage: The marriage between a blond and a brunette is hereby forbidden.
Burial: Brunettes are not to be buried on the same ground as blonds are buried.
Restaurants: Restaurant owners may serve blonds exclusively or brunettes exclusively but may not serve them both in the same room.
I think you are beginning to understand the parody. Crazy right? My question is why didn't people see how barbaric separating races was back then. What could a black person honestly do to hurt you that a white person couldn't do? It just doesn't make any sense. Martin Luther King clearly saw this the same way I'm looking at it currently. He realized there was no reason everyone shouldn't be able to get along, and that in itself made him a brilliant man of the time. He had a way with his words, they were strong yet not violent, and inspirational yet not sappy. In conclusion, MLK Jr is amazing and Jim Crow laws are crazy, thus the crazy parody.

Short Stories

These stories really struck me. The first thing I tried to think about was how they were all linked to one another. I figured if we were reading a series of short stories there had to be some sort of thread to them, yes I know Mrs. Cardona too well. Well I think I figured it out. In the first story William Kennedy talks about the first short story he wrote, about eggs. Everyone loved this short story except for his father who happened to hate it. Why would he like it, its a story about a guy who eats eggs? Anyway, it was the last time he ever showed anything to his father, yet he didn't quit writing. He kept at it, through the writers block and became a writer.
The next story, Pat Conroy, was definitely not soft spoken. It was a very deep, almost disturbing story but it all tied back to how the two daughters became a poet and a novelist. It discussed their childhood, the struggles they face (rather extreme might I add) and how they came to be writers.
Maurice Sendak continued the trend about how she became a writer. It all started with her childhood and her grandmother and all the sudden I, as the reader, understood where it was all headed: her profession as a writer. This was when I really began seeing the correlation between all of the stories. They were flashbacks, but only critical pieces of their childhood that brought them to where they are today.
Not every story was about a writer though. Annie Dillard discusses her love of art. She talks about how when you become so focused on something it will go to your head, and you'll have to pursue it. This ties in perfectly with the other stories. Those writers had thought so long about writing that they had to pursue a career in it. Brendan Gill found fascination in the words of the world. And this is how he was led to a profession in literature.
Each story discusses a passion, a profession, a drive, and how it all came to be. Whether its a happy childhood story or a haunting memory, they were all led to where they are today, literature, art, writing, whatever it may be. It was inevitable that they would become what they are, it just took some discovering on their end. I found all of these stories very fun to read and I found the correlation between them very interesting.

Why I Write

I write to get my thoughts and opinions on paper. Its so refreshing to just clear my head and get everything out in the open. Sometimes I find it to be an even better option than just speaking it because when you write it, you can refer back to it. You can remember those feelings and thoughts you had a particular time. Sometimes its hard to reference back to a hard time but it is also strengthening and reassuring to know that you have come out of it. Writing brings peace and reassurance. Even though its just pencil and paper it feels like someone is listening to you, and caring about what you have to say. Its almost therapeutic. I love to express. I love to explain. I love to describe. I love to write.

Senior Year

My name is Jenny Caffoe and I'm going to be honest with you, I'm a brand new blogger! I'm a senior at Wayzata High School and this year my stress is at an all time high. I keep telling myself to power through and I'll get through it, however it's not always that easy. I've begun the long dreadful process of applying to colleges, scary right? The fear of not getting in anywhere, keeping the grade point average up, and of course, the one and only ACT. I'm certainly not one for standardized tests, particularly when I'm in a giant, freezing cold auditorium with half of a desk. It's day number two of senior year and I'm still going strong, I guess we'll see how this year turns out.