be thankful your family dosen't turn you in for thinking

How Winston Smith’s family was literally ‘purged’ from him in the novel makes me more thankful for my family. Parents or legal guardians should not live in fear of their children turning them in for a ‘thoughtcrime’ as Parsons and his wife do with their children, their Junior Spies. Toward the end of the novel, Parsons gets turned into the Ministry of Love. Although, the purges which Smith lost his family to is similar to Stain’s purges of the nine-teen thirties, and the children spies group he refers to in the novel is a grime echo in history of Hitler Youth in the Nazis regime. He took the worst of Nazism and Stalinism and made them into the ideal panoptical control.

This is from 1984, by Gerogre Orwell. Children in the novel are recurited into the Junior Spies, and encouraged to spy on their parents, for any disloyalty to the party. The family isn't really even a family, as we think of a family today. Plus, Smith, in the novel, dosne't even have any family photos of his family. This causes a lot of confusion and torment for him throughout the novel.

So be thankful, that we live in America, and can enjoy our family. Even our annoying parents and siblings.

Where did the fun go in "snow days"

                What do you do on snow days? Depending on the activity, they can be a lot of fun or just miserable (plus the fact that you have to make the snow days and hour(s) delays up in the precious summer). As a child, snow days meant pulling up the sled and playing outdoors in a wintry wonderland until my heart’s content; then, going back indoors to get a big mug of hot chocolate form my grandma. But, as a junior with a younger sibling, those once glorious days has turned into watching my younger sister, finishing/studying for classes, and chores and…

                Whatever happened to the fun of snow days? I mean their great, until you get to school the next day and the teachers still load you up with a pile of work. Those days where once spent in innocence and fun! Now, there not   : (

                I’ll always remember snow days as a child, playing outdoors, or a card game with my grandmother, ect, sweet memories. I miss those simple activities. You don’t know what you have untilbv it’s gone.

The Golden Rule

Today, Monday January 17, 2011 is Martin Luther King Junior Day. We are all familiar with the history of the Civil Rights moment, and the injustices that minorities faced in the past. Is this prejudice taught? As a child, I just remember playing on the playground. All that mattered that a new potential friend was nice and fun. Although as we get older, many could argue that we forget the simple rules of childhood. Such a simple rule, easily forgotten, the golden rule; treat others as you want to be treated. How much better would the world be if we remembered this rule?

“The good neighbor looks beyond the external accidents and discerns those inner qualities that make all men human and, therefore, brothers." –Strength to Love

More than meets the eye

At a first glance, something may seem so insignificant. It could anything, to cleaning out something, meeting someone new, buying something new. Then, it’s later you realize that the insignificant encounter made an impact in your life. It could be small or large. But, a small action changed you. It helped mold you into who you are today. That’s what I’ll be writing my blog about. Small encounters in my life that have made a lasting impact on this so-called journey called life. Stuff, I never thought that would matter, but really did.