My Ride Home!

Wow! What a pleasent ambrosial I feel that runs through my body when I ride home to Georgia! Just to see that sign makes me feels so delighted to know that I am only a few hours away from home. When I ride home to Georgia I feel like a child going on an adventure though it's only for an ephemeral time. I sit looking out the windows day dreaming while listening to various oldies and gospel music that my mom tell who ever that sits in the front seat to put in. My favorite part of riding home is seeing the "Welcome to Georgia" sign. I would be in an ineffable sleep and wake up just to ask my mommy "did we cross the Georgia Line yet!" To my knowledge I don't remember missing the sign when ever we traveled. I always woke up to see it to get that feeling of tranquility. Shortly after seeing the sign, I'll go back to sleep hopeing that when I wake up, I will be home! As the sign passes by, I then look out the windows and see the cotton fields, peanut fields, peach orchids and the pecan trees. I admire the history behind it. I remember my daddy taught me how to distinguish the peach trees from the pecan trees while riding on the way to Cordele for some watermelons he would sell! When I finally reach my destination ,I feel at ease from everything, if and only if I am ready to come home. This is what I will feel everytime I go home and when I go home for Christmas break!

Ten Years From Today....

Ten years from today I plan to be financialy stable. I plan to be married with children while in my career. I will be a veterinarian and I will have my own business. I want tto be the buttress of my family along with my family. I plan to have traveled to the places that I wanted to go. My life will be filled with the zeal of living the life I always dreamed of. I would have given my mother money to thank her for all that she has contributed to the person I have become. I would have completed all the goals that I visioned. The struggles I had to emulate order for me to build character. In ten years I would have become the nation's best Veterinarian!

Tell about what triggers anger in you

What triggers anger in me is foolishness of any shape, form of fashion. I hate when people think they have the answer for everything. It sends a terrible ambrosial of anger in me. That makes me feel that they are too stubborn to listen to people when having a regular conversation or even when it pertains to their own life and what they should do to change. People have their own dogmatic views and justifications to prove their bogus theories and to be honest I really don't care to hear the noise. Another thing is when people say how much that their going to do something and never keep their word. Your word is bond, supposedely. That's what build your character. I also hate when people that has an equivocal vocabulary shames those who actually speaks lucidly, and blames various races because of how things are written. There are lots of things that angers me but I don't have enough space to to that, but with anger is not the feeling that counts, it's the action that florishes to come out of you if you don't control it.

Election Coverage

The election started off by trying to calculate the electoral votes for the candidates. The race was I would say was not a match because Obama were ahead by several electoral votes. The ambrosial of this historic moment that Barack Obama became the first African-American President of the United States of America. President Barack Obama won the whole west coast with 349 electoral votes and Senator John McCain with only 163 electoral votes. After his victory on last night he audaciously delivered his acceptance speech. He mentioned that this country needs a change. He deeply expressed his love for this country. As he expressed his love for the people and the country he expressed his love for his buttress, his wife Michelle. His speech was so touching that it touched many, many hearts. Most of the southern states were red. To every ones surprise, Florida turned blue. Teens from all ages were so proud to vote. I know I was so excited that I voted in my first Presidential election and it happened to be an historic one. Those who didn't vote should be ashamed of themselves because people have advocated for our rights. President Obama continued to talk about change in his acceptance speech that it did not matter what color, nationality, sexual preference; it did not matter which states were blue and red states that we will always be the United States of America. That to me is one of the most important thing that he has said. President Obama show awesome "presidentialmenship" towards Senator McCain. When I volunteered for the Barack Obama campaign I thought it was useless, but now I have a new light because I can tell my children on how I help in campaigning for this historic election. This is my first election that I actually watched because before I did not have a say in the election. I'm so happy that "MY" vote actually counted in history that has came to past. This election should give everyone inspiration that they can rise above all the stereotypes; by this we should make excuses of ourselves on why we can not succeed. There were some states that were

Dust Tracks chp. 4

In chapter four Zora finds a zeal about adventure within herself. Zora was the type of person that wanted everyone to think and feel the same as she would. For instance, her dad asked all the children what they wanted for Christmas. The boys wanted basketball suits and air riffles, Sara wanted a patent leather shoes with the matching belt, but Zora, a black saddled horse! Her father was intransient about what she wanted and castigated her every motion of ambitions and her imaginations. She was so curious that she wanted to see where the horizon began and ended. She even thought the moon follwed her her every move and got upset because the moon followed her friends also. Zora's buttress was the same white man that help bring her into this world. He was the only one who seemed to understand her. He would periodically give her advice one everything; from liers to fighting. Though he died when Zora was about ten years old, the old white man left a mark that would always be remembered, especially by Zora.

Dust Tracks chp. 2

Zora's father was considered as an "over the creek nigger,"(pg.8) in other words he was a depreciation of a black man. John Hurston had to be about twenty years old and her mother, Lucy Ann Potts, fourteen years old when John and Lucy got married. No one in her family approved of him because they thought they he would attenuate the family name because of his social status. As the young couple struggled they continued to tell themselves that thing would get better. Things did get better. Her father became the Mayor of Eatonville, FL. Zora's family can be depicted as a strong family with a few flaws but always worked through the kinks. Zora and her father had their differences, but their loves was still there. Zora had tendencies similar to her mother and Sara, the older sister, like her father. Though Zora's parents had their moments of when it was hard to express their love to one another, in their hearts they knew they couldn't live with out each other. Despite of the treatment of her father towards her she knew that she had the best parents.

Dust Tracks chp.1

Chapter One

Somebody

African American community

Mayor

Indians

Whites


Wanted
The narrator wants the readers to be informed of how her town’s efficacy of its establishment of Eatonville.

But
The Indians, and Spanish were in control ephemerally, but the whites came and went to war against the Spanish, Indians and slaves.

So
The blacks had their own town that were governed by African Americans and the whites could not become dogmatic and control the “pure Negro town” (page 6). The blacks had their own community.