One Last Post

Life goes by so fast that we don't even notice when it passes by our side. At one point we can be here, the next we could go missing. It takes the death of a loved one to make you stop for a moment and think how fast that person left your side, how empty is your surrounding without your loved ones. My great-grandmother died 5 days ago, and for me it isn't sad, but i'm not happy either, because it means that next it could be my grandmother or my mother. As they lowered the casket, I noticed that on my mother's scalp there were gray hairs trying to see the light of day, and I thought, how much time do I have left until she isn't there anymore. I give this as and example to show that humans are susceptible to change because of a specific situation. Maybe I will try to spend as much time as I can with my mother, so that when the moment that she isn't there anymore comes, maybe I'll be too full of memories to even think of her absence. I write this not as a act of love for my mother, but as a reminder that life is too short to take for granted, even though it sometimes looks like a never-ending semester, as this one has been.

Reflection

For the past couple of months I wrote on this blog only because it was a mandatory to complete my english class. I only did it to get my grade. As I wrote each time on it, I kept thinking that writing was a good way to release all of your feelings, the stress and oppressions of the day, but never put my thoughts to practice. Until one day I took a notebook that I always kept on my desk and my thoughts and feelings poured out of me as if it was water falling into a can. From that moment on each time I wrote on the blog I gave into the analysis of the play that I was writing about, and even reminiscent on past plays, like Triffles which was my favorite, and re-analize them and find new things about them by looking deeper into the story from another perspective. I appreciate this blog for inspiring me to take that notebook and write, which right now is one thing that I have to do before I go to sleep.

Two Can Play

Trevor Rhone's play is one that brings many emotions to life. One that really popped out was the emasculation of Gloria's talents from Jim. I couldn't believe that a being like him could exist. One that caused so much disgust and so much distaste for the reader. I wanted to get into those pages and teach him a lesson, in fact I wanted to teach both of them a lesson. I was mad that Jim treated Gloria as he did, but I was also mad that Gloria let him. When she knew how to survive by herself and went to live to United States, I was happy for her, because she had gotten out of that marriage that would only end up killing her emotionally, but when she came back to Jamaica, I asked why? She suffered through enough and to go back to that was just playing silly. But she knew what aawaited for her and I was happy that she told Jim off and, I wasn't much in agreement that she stayed with Jim, but if she still loved him, then she shouldn't let anything stand in her way. I liked how she exceeded and how she put her foot down. Also towards the end Jim learned how much he needed Gloria in his life, and that meant that he had changed, simbolizing that sometimes people might change for the better.

A Doll's House Act III

Reading this final act was very revealing for me, because we saw Nora and Torvald show their true colors as they say. Nora was revealed to be a liar, because she hid the truth from her husband when he was sick in bed and she had to sustain the family all by herself. In truth I admire her on this fact because for a woman in that era to look for a way to commit fraud and then hide it for the time she did, it was just genius. Torvald on the other hand, always throughout the play showed to be a loving husband who would have given his life for his wife, reproched her for what she did, even if she did it out of love for him. I think that he felt that in part he was a little emasculated by his wife and that placed him in a position of vulnerability and humiliation. Nora towards the end became selfish, which I think was good considering the position in which she was left in front of her friends and family. Sometimes in life we have to be a little selfish so we can continue in life and do things correctly, which in the end will satisfy everybody, turning our selfish action into a selfless act. By leaving home Nora showed that she was willing to rectify her mistakes and if that she had to give up all that she loved for their sake being, then she loved them more because she allowed them to move on, and so did she with her life.

A Doll's House Act I & II

While reading this two acts of the play many things came to my mind, the word that I gave most emphasis was LIE. I read each page and all I could think of was how Nora by lying in the first place, for a good cause that was keeping her family afloat, had to keep lying and lying to hide that first one that I accept was not the best way to handle things. She commited a fraud by forging her father's signature after he was dead, which obviously would get out into the air at some point, hence that is where Krogstad enters the picture. He was an unpleasant man to begin with and by Nora being in his hands was a major problem for her, because he used her to get his way if not she wouldn't get hers. Also I couldn't help noticing how she felt a little flattered that Dr. Rank was in love with her. She suspected it, but when he told her she felt uncomfortable, which was a little confusing for me because if she suspected it in the first place, then she should have felt uncomfortable then too. Maybe it was the fact that she wasn't certain about his feelings that made her oblivious to her relationship with him. She played with his feelings and ended bad in the end herself. Also Torvald was a little sexist, because he saw Nora as a spendthrift as he called her, which for me is degrading because if I was in her place I would have felt as if he considered me as person who married him only for the money, but if namecalling was the only way Nora was going to get what she wanted then she was willing to submit to her husband's little pet names.

Othello Act III, IV, & V

Reading through this three acts of this play, was like riding a rollercoaster, anything could be expected. I don't know what was more maddening if the fact that Iago, by intrigues and suspicions, made Othello kill Desdemona, by making him think that she was having an affair with Cassio; or the fact that Iago kept using and manipulating people at his own will, and nobody never noticed it. Iago's motives were a little distorted because, why bother to make somebody's life miserable just because they didn't gave you what you wanted. I think that Iago had ulterior motives to act as he acted against Othello and everyone else, because aside from Othello, Iago made everyone's life miserable, because all of them had something to do with Iago's plan to make Othello miserable. Maybe Iago was a person who after all that he had done for Othello, just wanted some gratitude for his work, or perhaps he was a madman, or in a very remote part of his mind, a homosexual who was in love with Othello and could not accept it.

Othello Act I & II

As I started reading Othello and got deeper into the story I inmediately thought about soap operas, because I compared Iago to the villain who makes people think that he's an ally when in reality he's just waiting for a big or special event to stab people in the back. I just kept thinking about that and how many people conspire against the love of the main characters, but even thought everything is done, nothing seems to falter that love. Another thing that really bothered me was the fact that Iago was so corrupted by power, what does he gain from conspiring against Othello and Desdemona, maybe he can separate them, but what will that give him, it's true that he'll feel happy that Othello is miserable, but it won't give him the position he wants in Othello's army, he'll still be empty handed. I think that this play is a rough draft of what soap operas have become, even if it is taking place in another time.