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Friday, September 26, 2008
Wow...
So I spent most of my morning looking over the three stories we were assigned, which was good because at about 5:00 this morning I decided there was no point in me going to my classes because I would be waiting a good hour and 45 minutes until my first class began. So commenced the reading...
The excerpt from the Harry Crews book was interesting. I like to read stories from not so long ago. It reminded me of the antics of my brother, my cousin and I as we played pranks on each other, had fun outdoors, in the pool; we never played video games because, at the time, my mother was only still single and hadn't the money for anything like that. But we amused ourselves any way we could.
The second story, by Eudora (can't remember) I found very easy to understand and liked the message she was portraying: be careful of what you hear from others, it's too hard to pick the lies from the truths. I found that very enlightening.
The last story, the article from our 2006 book, made me slightly sad, but allowed me to realize that the time we spend on Earth is REALLY short. I was only five at the time of my grandfather's death. But he was more a father figure to me than my step-father is now (Don't get me wrong; love my step-father, he's been around since I was 2 apparently. But he never was the kind of guy I could just...go to when I needed something. Nonetheless, I love him as MY father.) However, I can't remember a THING about my grandfather. I can, though, remember the day he died vividly. My family had taken a day trip to some island to see some eagle nests. When we got home (and my brother remembers this more than I do) my grandmother was hysterical, yelling "He's dead! He's dead!". The only thing I can remember is me seeing my dead grandfather with all his ventilator tubes, sitting in his wheelchair in the middle of the living room. I was bawling; I had lost my best friend.
Basically...life is short and then you die. That's all there is to it.
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