1. Benetha stopped caring about sick people and started to see that there were other ailments for mankind, so she decided she didn’t want to be a doctor.
2. He sees idealists as people who aren’t afraid to dream and go for their goals, and realists as people who don’t have the will to do so, who just walk in the “circle” instead of the “line”.
3. Asagai asks Benetha to go to Africa with him.
4. Lena thinks that her and Walter never learned not to aim too high in their dreams for them to accomplish.
5. He is going to take the money from the Lindner so that they wont move in to the new house and all the whites there will be happy.
6. He doesn’t take the money because his family is a proud family and if they took the money it would make them seem weak and giving to society.
7. I think that since the plant never grew big and strong in the old house, when they moved into the new house it would grow strong. This signifies how the family didn’t grow or succeed in that house, but now that they are moving into this new house, their lives will get better, just like that of the plant.
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1. Walter wanted to know what was wrong with Ruth because she wouldn’t give their son an extra 50 cents for schools 1. I think that he revealed this to show that he wanted to get a change moving. When we look at a man like this, we would in general see someone who we would not expect to be racist, since he is the one posting an article about this, but then we find out he is, and we get curious. When it actually comes down to it, though, he isn’t really racist, merely at his unconcious levels, he is biased, as are most people according to the article. Walter: Walter wants to use the money that his mother got for life insurance to open a liquor store. In the end, he doesn’t get what he wants because one of his “co-owners” takes the money and runs. This is a very bad thing because he not only loses the money for his liquor store, but now there is no money for his sister to go to medical school. Walter’s Wife: Walter’s wife wants to be able to live in a house of their own and be able to support her new child. She wants a place that will be able to have a bed for her current son, also, who as of now has to sleep on the couch. In the end, she also does not get what she wants, because when Walter loses the money, they have to cancel moving out so his sister can still go to medical school. This is also a bad thing, because now there may not be room for a new child in the house. Walter’s Mother: Walter’s mother only wants to be able to send her daughter to medical school, so that is what she really wants to use the money for. At the same time, though, she wants to be able to count on her son as the man of the house, so she gives him the money. In the end, she cannot count on her son to be the man of the house, which is bad because they lose money, but she is still able to preserve the goal of being able to send her daughter to medical school. 1. I think that other than my own presentation, the one with the legos was made the best in the class. For almost all of the movies, the voices needed to be louder, which ruined it for some of them because you couldn’t even hear what was going on. What I really liked about the lego one was their ability to keep a good, funny storyline, even though they were only using the few lego things they had, not to mention it was pretty funny at the same time. 2. I think that conflicts of race are much much much less in modern day society then they were during the time that movie took place. Even though it is much less, we still do see it in our lives today, just not as extreme. For example, there is sometimes seperation of people by their race, but this is usually only because there are stereotypes as to what specific races can do better than others. Other than that, though, there is no real difference between races, unless you have a racist boss or something, and even then, there isn’t much that that person can do to you just because of your race. 1. Exposition: Somewhere in feudal Japan, a young boy stands in the burning wreckage that was once his village. After being attacked by an unknown force everyone in the village, his family, friends, everyone, was killed. Everyone but him, that is. He notices an injury on his leg, a deep gash, he is losing blood quickly, and then he blacks out. When he comes to, he finds himself in an old style house that looked much like his own before it was burned to the ground. He soon finds out that his savior was a middle-aged couple who found him in the wreckage of his house. They soon after adopt him, and he begins to grow up there. Herbert Marcuse: One example of this quote that I have experienced is the government that we have in our lives every day. Each one of our elected officials is still just that, a master. Although we now have a choice of who we want, we are merely able to decide which is the lesser of two evils in our own opinions. Another example that I can think of is in the work force of America, as well as probably many other places. Everyone is looking for a way to get up to the top, as is the way with our nature, but when you get up there, it’s not because of your actions alone, there are people who have said good things about you to the right people, and this is one of the factors of you getting that position. Although those people may not have realized it at the time, what they said and when they said it separated you from them, putting you as a master over other people, maybe not that person specifically, but other people in the company or what have you. A final example of this quote is things that are considered to be “primal instincts”. What I mean by this is, when something is said to have chosen you rather than you choosing it, it is yet again an example of this quote. Even though this “thing” has chosen you, you are still in the position of power over it, and therefore can control it. It would be like, if a stray dog came to your house and you took it in out of the kindness of your heart, the dog chose to come to your house, but you still have that power over it, due to the fact that it is your house and your rules. On a cold, dark night, somewhere in Russia, snow dropped from the sky, layering the ground in a thick white sheet. A middle-aged man came out of a door in the side of a building with dark windows and pulled his coat’s collar up around his neck. He quickly walked over to his car and got in, looking around to make sure nobody was watching. He pulled into the road, leaving a spot on the pavement where the snow had fallen on his car rather than the ground. As he drove along, he noticed the emptiness of the streets around him and looked at his watch. Of course, it was Christmas Eve, everyone is sleeping tight after eating their big Christmas dinners. As he passed the intersection at 5th Avenue he pulled off into a parking spot next to a very large building with only one light on in the top-most room, about 8 stories high. He silently opened the door and went to the back, retrieving a small wooden case with gold latches on it. He made his way over to the entrance of the building and tried the door but it was locked. He looked around to see if there was another way in, but to no avail, so he smashed one of the windows and stooped low to the ground. After a minute or two of waiting and watching, he reached through the broken window and unlocked the door. Slowly and mutely, he made his way up the 8 flights of stairs to find himself outside the office of a man named Martin Radoslava. He was a lawyer and what some people in the area had come to known as a leader of the community. The door was open about 4 inches and the man peeked through the door, seeing Martin sitting at his desk about 10 feet from the door facing away from him. He was working on something at the time and was deep in his work, not noticing the man standing outside his office door. The man moved a little ways away from the door and unlatched the case he had been carrying, pulling out a silenced Luger pistol. He set the case down and moved slowly to the door. He then yanked open the door, took one step inside, aimed at Martin’s head, and fired, just as he was turning around. His body fell limply to the ground, no longer with the ability to lead anyone. From seemingly out of nowhere, a man walked up behind the assassin and nodded to him. I think that Law number 2, Never put too Much Trust in Friends, Learn how to use Enemies, would be a very effective Law for trying to get into power. It does in fact makes sense that you would get close with your friends, and when you get close to them, you open up your defenses to them and are vulnerable. Now if that friend ever decided to turn on you and stab you in the back, you would be done for, because you left yourself wide open to attack from their side. Now if you were to be using an enemy instead of a friend, you would always have your guard up against them, and so you would never have to worry about being hit from behind. Also, your friends could get jealous much quicker because they see more of you and know what you are capable of. Therefore, they may begin to want what you have, and turn on you in the process. This wouldn’t be a problem with enemies because as long as you don’t show them what all you are capable of, they wont be inclined to turn on you as quickly. One time during sixth grade, there was a book fair that opened in the library for a few weeks. During this book fair, they would sell all kinds of books, school supplies, and things like that. One day, I went in there, and was looking around when I saw this awesome puzzle eraser box that I really really wanted. The only problem was, I didn’t have any money for it, so I just had to leave without buying anything. A few days after I had seen the eraser at the book fair, I was sitting in class, and I noticed this kid next to me had gotten one. I wanted it so bad that I took from inside his desk when he wasn’t looking, even though I was planning on giving it back to him. By the end of the day, I had forgotten all about the eraser, so it just stayed in my desk for a while. As it turns out, I found it again one day, as I was searching around in my desk for something. By this time, though, it was too late, because the student who I had taken it from was a foreign exchange student of sorts and had already left to return to where he had come from. I felt so bad, but there was nothing I could do about it, so I just had to try to forget about it, which took a very long time. |

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