Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Friday, February 21, 2014
Cry, the Beloved Country
Alan Paton writes about a character by
the name of Stephen Kumalo in Cry, the Beloved Country. Kumalo is a
priest from Ndotsheni. In this novel, we learn about his role and struggles as
a father as he embarks upon a journey to find lost loved ones. He also faces
challenges as a person and Christian. His positive and negative attributes
shine through throughout the novel. This makes Kumalo a dynamic character. Alan
Paton’s character, Stephen Kumalo, is portrayed realistically.
Throughout the beginning of the novel, Alan Paton shows us Stephen Kumalo’s
positive attributes. Paton quotes, “But Sibeko has heard no word of his
daughter this ten, twelve months. And he asks you to inquire.” Paton displays
Kumalo’s selflessness by stating,” Tell him that when I am in Johannesburg I
shall go to this place at Springs.” Kumalo is shown as selfless and caring. In
this chapter he is going to look for his loved ones that he has not seen, but
takes upon a task from someone else. Kumalo gives up his time to help and care
for others. Paton declares, “God forgives us,” he says, “Who am I not to
forgive? Let us pray.” This proves Paton’s dedication as a Christian. He knows
he cannot judge because God can only judge him. He shows this to Gertrude and
lets her in.
Although
we see his positive attributes, we also are introduced to his negative
attributes. Alan Paton writes, “Shall I get your ticket for you, umfundisi?
Then you need not lose your place in the line, while I go to the ticket
office.” Kumalo is a naïve man who undergoes a meeting with native crime
upon his arrival in Johannesburg. He is oblivious and does not understand that
you cannot trust everyone that you come encounter with. Paton states, “Now she
will reveal herself, but his anger masters him, and he does not wait for
it.” Kumalo is short tempered and lets
his anger get the best of him. He is not patient in this moment, which leads to
scaring his sister.
As
we see these different aspects we notice changes within Stephen Kumalo. Alan
Paton writes, “There is no prayer left in me. I am dumb here inside. I have no
words at all.” This shows the drastic change Kumalo has after undergoing
previous events. Kumalo loses himself as a Christian, and it allows him to be
changed. He begins to not depend on God, which was the only thing he put his
faith in from the start. Paton quotes, “I am cold, very cold.” This sentence
displays how empty Kumalo is. At the beginning of the novel, Kumalo carries
this light with him and is happy. Now, he is empty and unhappy. He is filled
with sorrow.
In
conclusion, Alan Paton portrays the character Stephen Kumalo realistically.
Kumalo is full of positive attributes, but throughout the novel, Kumalo
undergoes things that create negative aspects. Kumalo, as you witness, slowly
becomes a different character. This is what makes him realistic. He is
portrayed humanly, making him easy to relate to.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Nana Wanda's Peanut Butter Cake
Ingredients:
The cake:
Preheat your oven to 325 degrees. Then grease a round pan with lard and flour lightly. I was always given this job, even though I hated it. Shoving my hand into the fat, I would scoop it up and glide my fingers along the pan until every part was covered. My sisters and mom are laughing at the way I scrunch my nose and turn away from the white substance. Jillian would always take over for me. I couldn't get the fat off my fingers quick enough. My mom, laughing, would begin the next step.
Putting the cake mix, water, oil, and eggs in a large bowl, blend them until moistened. Do this at a low speed for about thirty seconds. Then, beat at a medium speed for about two minutes. My mom would take this time to make small talk.
"How was your day?" she would ask while gracefully committing a task.
Quietly, we would tell her some insane story that would have us all laughing and screaming to talk over each other by the time it was over.
"Quiet down!" my dad would exclaim from his huge chair in front of the TV.
This pattern would repeat until the day was over, but even though he would tell us to shut up, we knew he cherished the sound of our laughter in the small kitchen.
Once the two minutes are up, pour the batter into the pans and bake them immediately. Bake them for about twenty-five minutes. In the next twenty-five minutes, we would start the preparation of our favorite part, the icing. The icing was always a group effort. It didn't have to be, but that's the way we made and enjoyed it.
In a blender, put one and a half sticks of butter or margarine. It truly does not matter which one you use. Margarine is just the cheaper alternative. With the sticks, add one cup of peanut butter. Someones job would be to grab all the materials needed for the icing. An other's job would be to measure out the ingredients. We were always very playful during this time.
Add one box of confectioner's sugar, three tablespoons of cold water, and one teaspoon of vanilla extract. Alternate the ingredients until creamy and spreadable. Once you are done with the icing, let it sit while you wait for the cake, and let it cool. During this time we would go sit around the dining room table to participate in a game. We would usually play a board game and enjoy the dwindling time we had together. It always sat on our minds that some of us would be moving off soon and starting our lives. So, we took this time to create memories to hold dear to our hearts for the time we were apart.
After some time, my mom would interrupt the game to get the cakes out of the oven.
"I'll be right back!" my mom would exclaim while hurdling over our dog that was sitting in the doorway.
"MOM!" my sisters and I would all yell in unison. "It's your turn!"
"Someone can take my turn for me."
"You can't do that." we would mumble, but of course we did anyway.
As she grabbed the round pans out of the oven the house would be filled with the warmth of the oven and the sweet smell of the cakes. Those two aspects will always stick with me.
After you let the cakes cool, flip them out of their pans and onto whatever dish you will serve it on. Begin icing the top of the bottom cake, as this helps the cakes to stay together firmly. Once you are done with that, stick the other cake on top. Gently, ice the rest of the cake. My sisters and I would stand around the island in our kitchen and drool over the way the icing would glide over the cake.
Once my mom was done icing we would all join together and clean it. We would all walk over to the utensil drawer and grab a spoon, and then the best part would begin. As we devoured the icing like a baby being fed for the first time, we would also take the time to let each other know we were grateful for the time God had blessed us with. We would repeat our motto that would always keep us stuck together like glue.
"God knew what he was doing when he put us together." we would all remind each other.
This year I know that the peanut butter cake will once again fill our memories and help us cherish our time together.
The cake:
- One yellow cake mix according to the directions given
- 1 1/2 sticks of butter/margarine
- 1 cup peanut butter
- 1 box confectioner's sugar
- 3 tablespoons cold water
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Preheat your oven to 325 degrees. Then grease a round pan with lard and flour lightly. I was always given this job, even though I hated it. Shoving my hand into the fat, I would scoop it up and glide my fingers along the pan until every part was covered. My sisters and mom are laughing at the way I scrunch my nose and turn away from the white substance. Jillian would always take over for me. I couldn't get the fat off my fingers quick enough. My mom, laughing, would begin the next step.
Putting the cake mix, water, oil, and eggs in a large bowl, blend them until moistened. Do this at a low speed for about thirty seconds. Then, beat at a medium speed for about two minutes. My mom would take this time to make small talk.
"How was your day?" she would ask while gracefully committing a task.
Quietly, we would tell her some insane story that would have us all laughing and screaming to talk over each other by the time it was over.
"Quiet down!" my dad would exclaim from his huge chair in front of the TV.
This pattern would repeat until the day was over, but even though he would tell us to shut up, we knew he cherished the sound of our laughter in the small kitchen.
Once the two minutes are up, pour the batter into the pans and bake them immediately. Bake them for about twenty-five minutes. In the next twenty-five minutes, we would start the preparation of our favorite part, the icing. The icing was always a group effort. It didn't have to be, but that's the way we made and enjoyed it.
In a blender, put one and a half sticks of butter or margarine. It truly does not matter which one you use. Margarine is just the cheaper alternative. With the sticks, add one cup of peanut butter. Someones job would be to grab all the materials needed for the icing. An other's job would be to measure out the ingredients. We were always very playful during this time.
Add one box of confectioner's sugar, three tablespoons of cold water, and one teaspoon of vanilla extract. Alternate the ingredients until creamy and spreadable. Once you are done with the icing, let it sit while you wait for the cake, and let it cool. During this time we would go sit around the dining room table to participate in a game. We would usually play a board game and enjoy the dwindling time we had together. It always sat on our minds that some of us would be moving off soon and starting our lives. So, we took this time to create memories to hold dear to our hearts for the time we were apart.
After some time, my mom would interrupt the game to get the cakes out of the oven.
"I'll be right back!" my mom would exclaim while hurdling over our dog that was sitting in the doorway.
"MOM!" my sisters and I would all yell in unison. "It's your turn!"
"Someone can take my turn for me."
"You can't do that." we would mumble, but of course we did anyway.
As she grabbed the round pans out of the oven the house would be filled with the warmth of the oven and the sweet smell of the cakes. Those two aspects will always stick with me.
After you let the cakes cool, flip them out of their pans and onto whatever dish you will serve it on. Begin icing the top of the bottom cake, as this helps the cakes to stay together firmly. Once you are done with that, stick the other cake on top. Gently, ice the rest of the cake. My sisters and I would stand around the island in our kitchen and drool over the way the icing would glide over the cake.
Once my mom was done icing we would all join together and clean it. We would all walk over to the utensil drawer and grab a spoon, and then the best part would begin. As we devoured the icing like a baby being fed for the first time, we would also take the time to let each other know we were grateful for the time God had blessed us with. We would repeat our motto that would always keep us stuck together like glue.
"God knew what he was doing when he put us together." we would all remind each other.
This year I know that the peanut butter cake will once again fill our memories and help us cherish our time together.
Friday, August 9, 2013
Beauty Comes From Unexpected Places
Have you ever seen the most beautiful thing come out of nowhere? In the story "The Handsomest Drowned Man In The World", a beautiful man appears from the ocean. It is the most unexpected place. Although it is surprising, beauty comes from unexpected places.
Beauty coming from inside seems like one of the most unexpected places to come from. When you think of inside you imagine blood and organs. Although that is whats inside, that is not what they are talking about, They mean your personality is beautiful. Also, beauty comes from something as simple as movement. You would not think that beauty could come from something so simple. For example, when you watch a ballet dancer dance it is so flawless and graceful. Their movement is truly beautiful,
I believe we should take time to notice all of the unexpected places. Think about it, we are always judging people by their looks. We do not take time to really see people for who they are. People should not be based on their looks. They should be based on who they are on the inside. They could be the most beautiful person, but also be the most cold-hearted That would not make them very beautiful. Also, we should admire all the unexpected places. We should look at things that do not seem beautiful, but truly are. For example, spiders are terribly scary, but they do beautiful things. Spiders can spin beautiful, detailed webs. It might seem gross and scary, but they are amazing creatures. There is unexpected beauty everywhere.
Beautiful things are in everyday life. It can be found in surprising things, but we have to take the time to look. Beauty comes from unexpected places.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Pushed Too Far
Bullying leads people to do horrific things. In Seventeen, there was an article labeled “I Could Have Stopped a School Shooting!” In this article you learn that a boy was driven to bring a gun to school because he was bullied continuously. Some of the most unimaginable things happen because of bullying.
On April 15, 2013, Nigel Hardy committed suicide. Hardy was a thirteen-year-old male cheerleader. Hardy committed suicide after being suspended for defending himself while being bullied. This could have been avoided if people would have accepted him for who he was. People do not keep in mind what they do can alters someone’s life forever. Also, January 10, 2013, Bryan Oliver opened fire in his high school. He was teased for his appearance and personality. Instead of accepting him for who he was, they broke him down. The bullies pointed out his insecurities. That does not make what he did okay, but that was the effect of their decisions.
Sixty-one percent of students say that bullying can lead to students shooting other children. It is sad that bullying has resulted in students expecting something like this to happen. We see children killing other children because they have been pushed to the limit. Although we predict this to happen, we still bully people. Every thirty minutes a teenager attempts suicide because of bullying. People are pushed so far that they want to end their life. It is from our actions and words that people reach this limit.
Saturday, June 22, 2013
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