Archive for June, 2011

Junot Diaz (Ingrid)

June 30, 2011

Junot Diaz

                   Junot Diaz was born in the Dominican Republic, a child of five, with a mother and a father.  At the age of 6 he was told that his family was emigrating to the U.S.  Leaving everything familiar behind language, culture and friends, they ended up in Sayreville, New Jersey.  His home being close to a landfill, was affordable and cheap.  Despite his circumstances, he would escape to the Sayreville Library and read any book he could get his hands on looking for an answer as to why he had come to the United States.  Diaz mother although had been left by her husband still supported the family by working in cleaning jobs. Diaz found his way to Rutger University. At this point of his life he had finally found people similar to him.  In 1996 at age 27, his book  “Drown”, made him famous in an instant.  “Drown” is a collection of short stories about Dominican Repulic immigrants and their contridactory American-dream. It took him another 11 years to right “The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao” a story about a science-fiction lover who looks for love himself and a place to be. He is also won multiples awards for his books.  Junot Diaz is an insperation because he overcame difficulties such as, low economic status, his cultural background, and language barriers.


Jake B.

June 30, 2011

Biography of Ernest Hemingway

        Ernest Hemingway was born July 21, 1899 in Oak Park, Illinois. He started his career as a writer after high school when he was hired as a writer at a newspaper office in Kansas City. But when World War I started he joined a volunteer ambulance in the Italian army. Later he was wounded and spent a lot of time in the hospitals.

            Once he returned to the United States, he became a reporter for Canadian and American newspapers. He was later sent back to Europe to report about events happening, for example, the Greek Revolution. During the 1920’s Ernest joined the group of expatriate Americans in Paris. Paris is where he and his first wife moved to also. He described his work in this group in his book, The Sun Also Rises (1940). Ernest used a lot of his experiences as a reporter during the civil war in Spain as a setting in some of his novels.

            Ernest Hemingway is also quite the sportsman, and especially liked to write about soldiers, hunters, and bullfighters. He mostly described them as tough, and sometimes whose courage and honesty are set up against them in the hard ways of modern society. He included bull fighting in one of his books before, and after it was published, bullfighting became more popular.

            During 1952 Ernest went on a safari in Africa, but during the plane ride the plane crashed. He may of survived but spent his life in agony and pain. During the summer of 1961 he committed suicide leaving this world with his amazing writings.


June 30, 2011

Sherman Alexie


          Sherman Alexie is a Native American that lived in Spokane, Washington for most of his childhood until he transferred to an all white public school.

Tim O’Brien

June 30, 2011

My smart person is Tim O’Brien. He was born in Austin , Minnesota on October,1,1946. He grew up in Worthington, Minnesota went to Macalester college. Graduated in 1968 he had a BA in political science at that time. That same year he was drafted into the army.


His division was involved in the My Lai Massacre. After completing duty he went to graduate school at Harvard university. He had an internship at the Washington post where he started his writing career. In 1973 he released If I Die in a Combat Zone, Box Me Up and Ship Me Home, the book was about his war experiences.


He is a very inspirational person because he was at Vietnam and a writer.

Sandra Cisneros [By Selina Armenta]

June 30, 2011

Sandra Cisneros was born in Chicago, Illinois on December 20th 1954; she was the third of seven children all, with the exception of her, were boys. Cisneros’ parents met in Chicago, Illinois and after getting married lived in one of the poorest neighborhoods in the city.

Sandra attended Josephinum Academy, a Catholic all-girls school, for high school; there she received support and help writing short poems. Although throughout elementary, middle and high school, she wrote poems she claims that she didn’t really start writing until 1974, when she was in college. Later in 1976 Cisneros was awarded a Bachelor of Arts degree from Loyola University Chicago and two years later she received a Master of Fine Arts degree from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop at the University of Iowa.

In 1978, after college, Sandra worked at the Latino Youth Alternative High School in a Chicano barrio where she taught high school dropouts and became very inspired as she learned more about the many challenges the Latino Youth faced. In 1984, after the publication of The House on Mango Street, Cisneros began teaching creative writing at prestigious institutions such as the University of California, Berkeley and the University of Michigan, and Our Lady of the Lake University in San Antonio, Texas.

Internationally acclaimed for her poetry and fiction, (Bad Boys (1980), The House on Mango Street(1984), My Wicked Wicked Ways (1987), Woman Hollering Creek and Other Stories (1991)Loose Woman (1994) Hairs = Pelitos (1994), Caramello (2002), Sandra Cisneros has been the recipient of numerous awards, and has become a highly appreciated and influential Mexican-American writer and role model for many.

Short Biography: Zora Neale Hurston by Alexis Sanchez

June 30, 2011

            Zora Neale Hurston was born on Jan. 7, 1891. She graduated from Morgan Academy, and attended Howard University and attended Barnard College, Columbia University. Her father was a preacher, farmer, and carpenter. When she was 3 years old she moved to Eatonville, Fla., where she moved in to the first black community in America. She would include in her writings about how Eatonville was a place where black Americans could be independent and not have to deal with the prejudices of the white society.


            Zora was a novelist, folklorist, and an anthropologist. She served as a typical Harlem Renaissance woman. Nora would combine her literature with anthropology. Her first short stories that caught the audience’s attention were “John Redding Goes to Sea” and “Spunk”. They appeared in black literature magazines. Several years later she produced her first novel Jonah’s Gourd Vin, which was published in 1934. She also wrote a book on an investigation of voodoo practices in black communities, which she got much praise for.


            Zora died on Jan. 28, 1960, in Fort Pierce, Fla. She never wrote about the racism towards blacks, but the freedom she found in Eatonville. Her theme became popular amongst writers in the post World War II era of civil rights. Since then her influence has faded.

what I am

June 28, 2011

I’m not aware of too many things.
I know what I know, if you know what I mean.

Philosophy is the words on a cereal box.
Religion is a smile on a dog.

I’m not aware of too many things.
I know what I know, if you know what I mean.

Choke me in the shallow waters
before I get too deep.

What I am is what I am.
Are you what you are?
What I am is what I am.

I’m not aware of too many things.
I know what I know, if you know what I mean.

Philosophy is a walk on the slippery rocks.
Religion is alive in the fall.

I’m not aware of too many things.
I know what I know, if you know what I mean.

Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep.

What I am is what I am.
Are you what you are

or not?
What I am is what I am.


June 28, 2011

Another suburban family morning,
Grandmother screaming at the wall.
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Krispies;
We can’t hear anything at all.
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we know all her suicides are fake.
Daddy only stares into the distance
There’s only so much heartache he can take.
Many miles away
Something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake.

Another industrial ugly morning,
The factory belches filth into the sky.
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today.
He doesn’t think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen like
cheap tarts in a red light street
But all he ever thinks to do is watch.
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch.
Many miles away,
Something crawls to the surface
Of a dark Scottish loch.

Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race.
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance;
He knows that something somewhere has to break.
He sees the family home now looming in his headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache.
Many miles away,
There’s a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the shore
Of a dark Scottish lake
Many miles away, many miles away.




Last post. . .forNOW!

June 28, 2011

***One of thee BESTES songs ever XD Jk But funny! ❤


June 28, 2011

“Love that we can not have is the one that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest and feels the strongest…”

I’m not supposed to love you, I’m not supposed to care, I’m not supposed to live my life wishing you were there. I’m not supposed to wonder where you are or what you do…I’m sorry I can’t help myself, I’m in love with you.”

I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”-Maya Angelou

“The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.”

“How do you say goodbye to someone who had you at hello?”

“I still love you with all the little pieces of my heart that you left,but don’t take them it’s the only thing I have that still has your name on it.”

“The saddest love is to love someone, to know that they still want you, but the circumstances don’t let you have them.”

“It takes a minute to like someone, and hour to love someone, but to forget someone takes a life time.”

I get the best feeling in the world when you say hi to me, or even smile, because I know even if just for a second, I crossed your mind.

I never knew it would be this hard to lose someone I never truly had.

It’s not telling you how I feel that scares me it’s what you’ll say back.