…significance of an individual’s attempts to live unconstrained by convention or circumstance One of the most fraudulent conventional beliefs from history which continues to pervade time – The American Dream. A dream built off[…]
Tag: Dreams
Drowning – Polished Personal Response
Drowning “… impact of separation in an individual’s life” – “Don’t even bother apologizing at this point, there’s no use!” “I wouldn’t apologize if there was a gun pointed to my head!” I[…]
My Future
I remember a time where everything was carefree. Where there were no higher expectations for me to meet, a time where I was able to see the pure innocence and simplicity of life. This is[…]
About Me — An Indefinable Definition
Who I am is difficult to express through words. Like a block of clay in a potter’s hand, I am someone who is watered-down, then shape up again, accenting the likable traits, and carving out[…]
~Naomi’s PechaKucha~
Let’s start from where I come from! My family originates from Ethiopia but I was born and raised here in Canada. For those of you who have never been there, this what one of the[…]
Into the Woods (Jieo & Ibukun)
Love and Other Magic Tricks Discuss the idea(s) developed by the text creator in your chosen text about the conflict between pursuing a personal desire and choosing to conform. (January 2011) Quotation: “A good persuasion.[…]
Personal Response to Cultural Seminar (Mexico)
Maybe dreaming is the ultimate form of escapism. Because, lately, nightmares have been dropping on us like bombs. But these are not the type of nightmares whose animation relies on our unconscious slumbers. These are[…]
A Pipe Dream
I would like to preface this by saying that, when it comes to literature and plays (as well as a whole array of other things in life), I am ridiculously particular about what I do[…]
On the American Dream.
I don’t think the American Dream is “bad”. Ironically, many of the books I have read that revolve around the idea of the American dream support a much more hopeless view on the dream[…]
The Art of Flying
When I was little, I used to dream about flying. These dreams were the same, every single time. I would stand on the roof of my bedroom, hands outstretched and trying to catch the gleaming[…]