To A Jasper
Last Night, I dreamed and I woke up because I had nightmare. I dreamed to my ex-girlfriend. The story is about I came back to the past in a period of time when i study in high school. I came to high school with my mom, brother and my sister like everyday. I wear senior high school uniform everything same the past but my hair was long hair like now. I walked into this school and everything are white. I felt shock when I saw my ex-girlfriend waiting for me and see her watch like everyday in the past. Her face look worried because she hurried to go to clean classroom number 510 and then she shouted and ran to me, catched my right arm and invited me to ran with her. When we arrived my classroom she ordered me to clean the blackboad infront classroom This day isn't my day to clean classroom so I said to her "NO". She said to me "You must do it now!". And she picked a bloom, mop and something behind her hands to me. I accepted her to clean because If I said "No" again, she must send somethings behind her beautiful hands. when I clean that room nearly to finished. She jumped in the way I clean room finish and picked a chock(like a pen to write at the blackboard) draw heart in my school uniform. I felt angry but I find the way to do like this so I picked a chock to tried to draw a pig on her skirt. She felt like me too so We made this room dirty again, draw blackboard and school uniform together. When we tired we stopped and sat together.She hug and kissed my left ear and said to me softly "I love you" and then she left me before she left she said "Waiting me in this room. I'll comeback to see you" and then I woke up and tired!. I don't know myself. She broke up me 2 years ago but I don't know why I missing her. I dreamed to her manytimes. I have new way of life and she had it too but why?
Can I get some advice about this? Teacher
8/26/07
8/18/07
A Raisin in the Sun
To A Jasper
A Raisin in the Sun
The 1959 Broadway production of A Raisin in the Sun was a watershed in theatrical history. At a time when there was perceived to be no black Broadway audience, no commercial viability for serious black play, and no significant “crossover” white audience for a play about African Americans, the underdog Raisin achieved the impossible: an all-out commercial and critical success. Indeed, its theretofore unknown 29-year-old playwright won the Best Play of the Year Award from the New York Drama Critics, the first black author and only the fifth woman to do so.
In A Raisin in the Sun, Lorraine Hansberry paints an impressive group portrait of the Younger, a family composed of powerful individuals who are yet in many ways typical in their dreams and frustrations. There is Lena, or Mama, the widowed mother; her daughter Beneatha, a medical student: Baneatha’s brother Walter, a struggling chauffeur; and Walter’s wife, Ruth, and their young son. Crammed together in an airless apartment, the family dreams of better days. Walter longs unrealistically for riches and resents being under his mother’s thumb, while the intelligent and idealistic Beneatha searches for her own identity and that for her race. The family situation is brought to a crisis when Lena receives the first real money they have ever had: $10,000, the insurance payment on her husband’s life. The family finally has the means to buy a house of their own, but the dream proves difficult to achieve, as the first Walter’s rage over a lifetime of thwarted dreams, then the hostility of their new white neighbors, would seem to threaten the family’s security and even their self-respect.
In retrospect, Lorraine Hansberry seems to have been astoundingly prescient in highlighting the very issues that would soon leap into prominence in the ’60s and become central themes in the collective consciousness. Hansberry foresaw what in effect turned out to be a revolution in racial, sexual, and social thought: the reawakening of feminist thought after the conservative ’50s that inspired many women to make an active place for themselves outside of the home; the surge of African American pride, the “black is beautiful” ideal that would become so important in the ’60s; the increasingly confrontational scenes in the old battles over integration and equality of opportunity.
While A Raisin in the Sun is very much of its moment, it has also proven to be for all time; its relevance to modern life, its perpetual popularity, is attested to by the fact that it has continued over there and a half decades to be given important and innovative new productions. It has established itself as an American classic.
The 1959 Broadway production of A Raisin in the Sun was a watershed in theatrical history. At a time when there was perceived to be no black Broadway audience, no commercial viability for serious black play, and no significant “crossover” white audience for a play about African Americans, the underdog Raisin achieved the impossible: an all-out commercial and critical success. Indeed, its theretofore unknown 29-year-old playwright won the Best Play of the Year Award from the New York Drama Critics, the first black author and only the fifth woman to do so.
In A Raisin in the Sun, Lorraine Hansberry paints an impressive group portrait of the Younger, a family composed of powerful individuals who are yet in many ways typical in their dreams and frustrations. There is Lena, or Mama, the widowed mother; her daughter Beneatha, a medical student: Baneatha’s brother Walter, a struggling chauffeur; and Walter’s wife, Ruth, and their young son. Crammed together in an airless apartment, the family dreams of better days. Walter longs unrealistically for riches and resents being under his mother’s thumb, while the intelligent and idealistic Beneatha searches for her own identity and that for her race. The family situation is brought to a crisis when Lena receives the first real money they have ever had: $10,000, the insurance payment on her husband’s life. The family finally has the means to buy a house of their own, but the dream proves difficult to achieve, as the first Walter’s rage over a lifetime of thwarted dreams, then the hostility of their new white neighbors, would seem to threaten the family’s security and even their self-respect.
In retrospect, Lorraine Hansberry seems to have been astoundingly prescient in highlighting the very issues that would soon leap into prominence in the ’60s and become central themes in the collective consciousness. Hansberry foresaw what in effect turned out to be a revolution in racial, sexual, and social thought: the reawakening of feminist thought after the conservative ’50s that inspired many women to make an active place for themselves outside of the home; the surge of African American pride, the “black is beautiful” ideal that would become so important in the ’60s; the increasingly confrontational scenes in the old battles over integration and equality of opportunity.
While A Raisin in the Sun is very much of its moment, it has also proven to be for all time; its relevance to modern life, its perpetual popularity, is attested to by the fact that it has continued over there and a half decades to be given important and innovative new productions. It has established itself as an American classic.
8/5/07
For her future I can...
Today is Sunday. It's bad day for me to listen something from my girlfriend.
Because she wants to break up with me. She realized that I'm not good enough for her at all. Maybe she needs someone who can be with her anytime she wants,
Someone who can smile at her when she feels bad,
Someone who can say "It's ok." when she feels down,
Someone who can hold her hands when she needs to,
Someone who can say he loves her and he means it,
Someone who can die for her.
That's what she wants from that guy.
I felt like I can do it, but sometimes I can't. Maybe I can try. I don't know why I felt really dumb, but I don't want to lose her. I think I love her so much. She's everything that I want. I don't think I could find anyone who can be like her at all.
I'll try my best to change her mind even though it's going to be so hard for me.
Do you know what she said after she said that for 2 minutes??
"Just Kidding~ I'm still loving you even you're not going to love you at all."
What should I say with her? Gosh! I couldn't breathe really easy at the last 2 minutes when she said that thing. It made me feel so horrible. How could I stop loving her?? I told her million times that I love you, and I seriously mean it every single time.
Haa~But today wasn't that bad. I helped my sister reviewing for her Social test tomorrow. I'm hella good at that. I don't want to say it. She's bad at History, let me tell you. She hates it really bad. But when I started teaching her, she text someone on her cell phone. I really want to throw something to her or maybe smack her head really hard. What a crazy girl~
But it's getting better when she started writing short note. I wish I could write as typing as her. It's not like fast, but it's neat. Next time I would ask her to help me with English. Oh! I already asked her to read the new book that I just got, but she said "I'll do it later, OK?" Maybe I should pay her like 100 baht or take her out to lunch or dinner or something and ask her again for help. Ha-ha~
I'm getting so tired right now. I'm having my uncle over for dinner. He wants to meet my sister because she just got back from the US (it's like almost a month now) I don't know why my sister just helped the neighbor for English essay all the time. After she got done, she went outside. I followed her to my neighbor's house like 2 houses away from my house. They're having dinner. My neighbor made steam chicken. I came inside and had some. It's so good. Our dinner was great, too. Tons of food that my parents went to the market place and get lots of food. (Just for dinner??)
Well, I think I have to go now. I have to help my sister working on Social project. (I already told you that she's not good at that, right?) She's yelling at me now!! I have to go and help her unless she won't help me with new American Crime book at all.
Cheers,
Because she wants to break up with me. She realized that I'm not good enough for her at all. Maybe she needs someone who can be with her anytime she wants,
Someone who can smile at her when she feels bad,
Someone who can say "It's ok." when she feels down,
Someone who can hold her hands when she needs to,
Someone who can say he loves her and he means it,
Someone who can die for her.
That's what she wants from that guy.
I felt like I can do it, but sometimes I can't. Maybe I can try. I don't know why I felt really dumb, but I don't want to lose her. I think I love her so much. She's everything that I want. I don't think I could find anyone who can be like her at all.
I'll try my best to change her mind even though it's going to be so hard for me.
Do you know what she said after she said that for 2 minutes??
"Just Kidding~ I'm still loving you even you're not going to love you at all."
What should I say with her? Gosh! I couldn't breathe really easy at the last 2 minutes when she said that thing. It made me feel so horrible. How could I stop loving her?? I told her million times that I love you, and I seriously mean it every single time.
Haa~But today wasn't that bad. I helped my sister reviewing for her Social test tomorrow. I'm hella good at that. I don't want to say it. She's bad at History, let me tell you. She hates it really bad. But when I started teaching her, she text someone on her cell phone. I really want to throw something to her or maybe smack her head really hard. What a crazy girl~
But it's getting better when she started writing short note. I wish I could write as typing as her. It's not like fast, but it's neat. Next time I would ask her to help me with English. Oh! I already asked her to read the new book that I just got, but she said "I'll do it later, OK?" Maybe I should pay her like 100 baht or take her out to lunch or dinner or something and ask her again for help. Ha-ha~
I'm getting so tired right now. I'm having my uncle over for dinner. He wants to meet my sister because she just got back from the US (it's like almost a month now) I don't know why my sister just helped the neighbor for English essay all the time. After she got done, she went outside. I followed her to my neighbor's house like 2 houses away from my house. They're having dinner. My neighbor made steam chicken. I came inside and had some. It's so good. Our dinner was great, too. Tons of food that my parents went to the market place and get lots of food. (Just for dinner??)
Well, I think I have to go now. I have to help my sister working on Social project. (I already told you that she's not good at that, right?) She's yelling at me now!! I have to go and help her unless she won't help me with new American Crime book at all.
Cheers,
8/3/07
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