Just Another Poem...

Looking for Myself

The thought that I’m bad

Has got me thinking for days

But I’m sure it’s not that,

and that I’m good as I say.

As if my head could be persuaded,

but my heart wouldn’t change.

Though I can be brave

And hope I’ll not fail.

Sometimes my actions

Are not what I’ve been taught,

And as I get divided in fractions,

I no longer see who I’m not.

And if this finally ends,

And I get to know who I am

I’ll see myself as a friend,

Since I now understand.

Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7z19xLjNXs

Writing a Journal

I can compare my journal experience with going through a Puerto Rican road: sometimes good, others bumpy, most of them with a lot of holes and moments that you really want to kill someone. At first, I though the journal was a great idea because I could get out everything that was on my mind and it would probably help me cool down in situations. What I really didn’t think about was the fact that I am a pretty open person so, most of the time, I say whatever is on my mind.

I wrote 42 entries during the weeks we were supposed to write, and stopped as soon as the weeks were over because writing the journal took time that I needed, and, as I already said: I am a pretty open person, so I think I do not need it that much. That being said, it did help me with those things that always remain in one’s filter, that we avoid saying for our own sake or the sake of others and it made me realize I am probably a terrible human being.  Since the concept of this journal is writing first thoughts, it’s amusing how one can fear oneself after reading some journal entries, just as if another totally different person just got out and spoke its mind. I have to admit sometimes it was difficult just to write everything in my mind because there are some thoughts that one avoids even writing for fear of oneself becoming or thinking like a bad human being. Some of my entries showed a lot of pain and anger that is inside me and made me realize my inability to share that with other people.

Another good side of keeping a journal is the use it can have in the future. Throughout our lives, there are many small things that happen that are nice and that we wish to keep them in our memories. The problem is that we forget them and we lose those bits of life. With a journal one can write the small things so when you read it in the future you are like: “Oh right! That happened that day!” and be all amazed and happy that you remember.

Also, to be honest, I have not experienced any significant change in my writing after the journal. The only thing I can immediately think about is the fact that I am probably more fluid and creative with my thoughts, but that is pretty much it. As an example of this, if I were to talk about some specific entry, I should say that one of my favorites is one in which I talk about church people. Once I finished writing it and read it, I noticed it was very funny and had a good laugh about it. My favorite phrase on that entry would be: "I really hate how they think they are more holly than anyone else and they prance around nature with a halo and wings just like: Oh! Look at my halo! You would have one too if you weren't so evil!”. That entry was a good example of what in Spanish we say:"diantre, le salió del alma" because it really showed the way I feel about the subject. '

       Anyways, and to be done, for all the people wondering whether to have a journal (FOR FUN) or not, I just have these words for you: Keeping a journal is good, it helps you know yourself better. 

This right here is my journal.
I always thought that if there is something that
can describe me almost completely it would
be this journal's cover.

Does Your Room Have a View?

E. M. Forster's A Room With A View Analysis

At the beginning of the movie, when the viewer gets the first glimpse of the characters staying in the guesthouse at Florence, he/she may think that all of the characters belong to the same social class. Some facts that support that thinking would be that they dress and look pretty much the same and that they get along nicely, which, as one thinks, would not happen if they were from different social classes. What the viewer does not know is that his/her mind is about to change.

As we get deeper into the story, we can see that Lucy Honeychurch, our protagonist, belongs to an upper middle class, while her cousin Charlotte, who acts as her chaperone, belongs to the servant class. We are also introduced to the Emersons, who are a little more difficult to classify, since we know that they live well, maybe not as well as Lucy, but they certainly do not belong to the lower classes, which would be the servants and the laborers. Personally, I would classify them in the intellectual thinkers class because throughout the movie, we can learn the Mr. Emerson knows a lot of history and is quite liberal, which makes us think that he is probably an intellectual. Another character that truly calls the attention of the viewers would be Miss Lavish, who can be described as an eccentric writer that probably belongs to the intellectuals’ class also, and who thinks she knows the “true Italy”. This thought is the one that introduced us to the lower classes in the first place. One day Miss Lavish takes Lucy to what she claims to be the “real Italy” which ends up being in the poorer place of the city, where we can see some of the lifestyle of the lower classes.

Now dear reader, you are probably asking yourself: what about the upper class? Well, let me introduce you now to one of my favorite characters of the story. His name is Cecil Vyse and he is, at least for me, a very awkward character. Clearly, he belongs to the aristocracy. We can see that in the way he behaves around the people of Lucy’s town and how he often refers to people as if they were below him. The reason I like Cecil is because I find him a very funny being. The fact that he practically lives in a crystal bubble with a perfect world amuses me, and even though he can be seen as arrogant he is a character I cannot stay mad at, I do not know why.

Since you are probably bored by now with all of my talk about Cecil Vyse, the only thing left to say is that, as said in the beginning, social classes can look alike sometimes but it is the little things, even the way of thinking or behaving that help us tell one class from another and that, in my opinion, the whole idea of defining a person by their possessions is as dumb as saying one M&M is better than another one just because of the color.