AHH
Shes walking here soon
A broken road, ending ?
I want to know myself, who I am
Why im here> Really what I want….
IS this going to make sense> or is it just some idea..
But with your world
Missing you, them and loving her?
They brought me, gave me a gift
The black bird with a white feather and red eyes...
Neighborhood, Americanized, Levittown? Trainssss
Upper Middle Class, Dad= $$$, Mom=$$ Me= Spoiledd
No Pets, Mom= hates pets , trains wake us up everyday making us late to school, Cal Sag river= next to oil refinery = bad
Parents fight but not like crazy , we love each and one another
We love, we must recall, two things centrally: one is literature, but the other, equally powerful, is language. In our eagerness to convey all of literature to our students, we create courses offering works in translation: it would not do, we say, for our students to be ignorant of Homer because they have not learned Greek or for them to miss Dostoevsky because they have no Russian…….
It seems like I know what I want to do but I'm just her gathering my thoughts and getting used to reality.
Education as the practice of freedom—as opposed to education as the practice of domination—denies that man is abstract, isolated, independent, and unattached to the world; it also denies that the world exists as a reality apart from men. Authentic reflection considers neither abstract man nor the world without men but men in the relations with the world. In these relations consciousness and world are simultaneous: consciousness neither precedes the world nor follows it.
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