Introduction
The video Reflective Writing accurately describes how to reflectively write in a story. Also, the video explains that there should be very few descriptions and a lot of reflection. In this blog post I will provide information about how I wrote, and will revise my life-choice memoir draft #1. ____________________________________________________________________________________________
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Introduction
In The Lottery (Shirley Jackson), a violent tradition occurs where one member of the community is forced to be stoned to death. Even though the tradition is wrong, this is the way the community was raised and it has been continued to be passed down. In this blog post I will discuss how the American tradition of hazing is similar to the tradition of the lottery and a time I challenged my families tradition of Christianity. ____________________________________________________________________________________________Hazing is a tradition in America that exists in the high school, college, and even professional level. During hazing new members are forced to do crazy rituals including: alcohol, sex abuse, and humiliation, in order to be considered a part of the team. These events can often lead to serious injuries, sickness, and even death. Many examples where this occurs is shown in the article: Hazing continues despite efforts to change. This is a serious, violent problem in America that has failed to diminish over time and remains very popular. Hazing is very similar to the lottery shown in the short story because they both are very violent traditions that have been passed down. Also, since they have been apart of the cultural for so long this is seen as right and the members fail to notice the wrong in the nature of doing it. This is demonstrated in the lottery in the line, “The children had stones already. And someone gave little Davy Hutchinson few pebbles” (Jackson). In this part the older people hand the stones to Davey representing that they pass down the tradition and if they are around this from a certain age they will see this as the right thing to be doing. I was fourteen years old sitting in the front row of mass. The church had colorful window panes and was big enough to fit 500 people. The pews were a dark brown and in some places a light brown showing its age from use over years. “Everyone bow your head and pray.. and let's have a moment of silence for the anniversary of Mario Costa’s passing.” I bowed my head as my eyes got teary knowing I had to stay strong for my family, especially my mom-mom. I thought in my head this can't be real and I just wanted my pop-pop back with me. I tried to speak to my pop-pop reaching out, begging for him to show my a sign that he was still with me. My eyes scanned the room for anything to show me he had heard me, but in a disappointing response, I found nothing. This was the moment I began to question my faith. I wondered if god existed why bad things happened to good people, he was supposed to protect us right? My pop-pop went to church every Sunday of his life and was a good christian, but he ended up suffering from a fifteen year brain tumor. To me this just did not make sense, everything I have been taught was not adding up and I became confused. After this I decided to break away from calling myself a Christian. I do not know what I believe in but I am not willing to label myself as something I am not. |
Brianna Costa
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