Max’s English Blog

  mmm i'm not really a big fan of this one unfortunately, too personal for my taste, sorry mr. rease :/ Prompt   Response I'm going to be basing this paragraph off what people tell me. Lots of people tell me that my speech patterns really depend on who I'm talking to, which I guess gives me the impression that I adapt who I am to the people I'm around, making me less authentic. But, I'd say that's far from the truth, because my journey is to fight for one's authenticity. Lots of people say I move timidly with lots of extrovertedness, which reveals how in reality I suck at interactions and socializing, but I push through it to be as sociable and fun to be around as possible. Lots of people say that they feel like it's easy to be around me because of how I'm so flexible, and how I help them through their hard times, which makes me feel happy because that's exactly what I'm trying to accomplish every day; but sometimes, people say I'm intimi...

  ooh this is a hard one to write Prompt   Response Wow, this prompt hits straight in the gut because I feel as if my family was built on the differences between me and my brother. I won't go too in depth but the overall sentiment was that, because my brother was this troublemaker who was always involved in something, I was never given much thought about my life and who I am, and because I seemed like a stable, happy kid, there was never really a need to check on me. Was it fair? Probably not. I definitely felt like it wasn't very fair, but it did really shape who I am now so I felt as if it was an unfortunate tradeoff that did pay off in the end. Summary Today (technically Sept. 15th) we continued reading and analyzing James Baldwin's "The Rockpile." Reflection I don't really have much to say today. I think this story really does speak for itself with how it reflected Depression-era Harlem. It was a hard time period in a hard place to live in, and I feel like...

hii :) Prompt   Response I can't really remember a time where I let curiosity driving me to willingly disobey a rule put on me, but I think the closest thing to that would be that feeling of lonliness that drives you to commit to a relationship when you know you aren't ready. I definitely experienced that one before. Not to get very specific but I really liked someone a few years ago, I wanted to do everything for them because I believed if I wasn't "fully committed" in my eyes, then they would drift apart like every else before them. But, I felt as if I did too much and I eventually led them on, they became very interested in me, and then once the loneliness waned away with the relationship we had, I started to realize that I didn't want this. I didn't want them anymore. I only wanted them because I was too alone, not because I had a genuine connection with them. Since I was still very immature, I thought the best idea was to just ghost her. I ghosted her...

  WE love dickinson freak ym vro Prompt   Reponse I think one time I felt like I was reminded of the brevity of life was when I was writing one of my poems titled "space-time." The opening lines that I wrote are such: "Space tells you time is relative. If so, my life ends with time. All of the rest of time happens when I die." During the time of writing this poem, I was looking at how my life events move behind me like so fluidly. How it feels to remember on thoughts can seem so close but far away. It feels like time is relative to your human experience, and how I believe that these memories and the rest of the time that happens in the future pass when you're gone. It was a strong realization. I don't know what it's like to be nonexistent, but I'd assume it would feel the same as the timelessness of being not born. This realization made want to value the time I was given, especially in my younger years since everyone says how they'd wished they t...

  yo hi :) Prompt   Reponse I sat in on a session one day with Atlanta-based interdisciplinary rapper-producer Dizzy Wright and a couple other award-winning musicians and music workers about a year back, and I gotta say, that's a time when I felt like I truly belonged. I felt like I was understood and my passions and drive weren't just seen as a hobby. They were seen as a legitimate repertoire of my abilities and what I was capable of. Dizzy told me how much I reminded him of himself during his early years. Having that drive to create despite practically everyone telling me to quit and to do something productive. We had a long conversation about philosophy and the mind of an artist. It felt like I was truly understood for who I was, not who people saw me as. It makes sense, he lived through the same struggles every artist faces when they are passionate about their craft. Sadly, I never got his contact or the other contacts of the people also sitting in that session. But, the e...

  simple one today :) Prompt   Response I have lots of fears, I think we all do. One fear I've overcome was my fear of heights. I had terrible acrophobia when I was younger and I could never do anything related to heights. It was until I just kept standing at tall peaks at mountains and being at high floors in huge skyscrapers when I started to find an appreciation for it instead of fearing it. I now love heights. How ironic.