Might As Well Be Trapped On An Island

     I think it would be pretty intense (like camping..."in tents" lol) if I was the last person in the world to speak a certain language. I would feel pretty important, knowing that if I die, my language would be extinct! I feel like it would be my duty to survive and pass the language on to someone so the language can go on and hopefully be revived. There are probably people right now in the world that are the last of their language speaking culture. That must be one of the loneliest feelings to not be able to talk to anyone in your native tongue. I almost imagine it being compared to someone trapped on an island with no one to talk to. I feel like that would drive any person crazy!
     It is not really a big deal to me whether or not my language could go extinct because I've never been faced with that problem, but now that I am trying to put myself in that position all I can think of is loneliness. Hypothetically, if I was the last person in the world to understand the English language I would feel so useless. I would feel that no one would be able to truly understand me. Sure, I could learn another language, but it just wouldn't be the same as being able to use my native language, which I have known my whole life.
     I highly doubt the English language will ever face extinction, but what if it did? How would you feel in that situation? All I know is that I'd feel like I was trapped on an island with no one to communicate with. Who knows, maybe if I got lucky I could find a volleyball named Wilson to talk to.

Taking Things for Granted

     After reading the States article I realized that it is very hard for me to truly understand what the people from Palestine have to go through. I went into the piece reading it with an American perspective. I did feel bad for the people of Palestine, but I did not truly understand what they had to go through until just now as I am posting this blog.
     It is almost impossible for me to think of growing up not having a true home, or a place to call my own. As an American I am sometimes blinded to the conditions of other countries. I unfortunately take for granted the little things in my life like a bed to sleep in, the fact that I am guaranteed a meal every day, or even the pride I have in calling myself an American. People of Palestine are basically not wanted anywhere. They were kicked out of their own country, and they are considered refugees pretty much wherever they decide to go. The thought of being unwanted by pretty much anyone is a haunting thought that I dont think anyone can quite understand until he is put into that position.
     This article really got me thinking about how ungrateful I can be sometimes. As Americans we are truly blessed with so much that we sometimes don't even realize what we have. I'm not just talking about material things either; the fact that I know that I am loved and appreciated, or the fact that I have pride in calling myself an American is something that not everyone has. I am definitely going to have a lot on my mind as I try to sleep tonight, knowing that there are people in the world suffering and less fortunate than me.

Dodgeball!

I just found out there are dodgeball tryouts tonight at UREC! I think I know where I'll be tonight.

X-Men and Peculiar Children

      While in class the other day, Greg and I were talking and we stumbled upon something kinda funny. Has anyone else noticed that Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children and the X-Men series are exactly alike? I mean think about it, the peculiar children in the book are exactly like the mutants in X-Men, Miss Peregrine and Charles Xavier (the head of the mutant school in X-Men) play very similar roles in both pieces, and Jacob and The Wolverine are both "peculiar" people who are on their own and are soon accepted into the group of peculiars (or mutants). Also, Jacob and The Wolverine become heroes as the stories they are in go on.

    If thats not enough to prove the similarities between the pieces, think about the plots! Basically the plot of Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children is a "peculiar" boy named Jacob tries to find the peculiar children his Grandfather was talking about. While on this journey he finds the children and is eventually accepted into the group. Jacob soon becomes the hero of the group as he tries to lead the peculiar children to safety from the Hollowgast who are trying to eliminate the "peculiars".

     Now lets look at the plot of X-men. A man that goes by the name of Wolverine is traveling alone with a mutation that allows him to have metal claws come out of his hands. He soon comes across a school for people that have mutations like himself. He is welcomed into the school by a man named Charles Xavier who basically plays the role of Miss Peregrine. As the series goes on, Wolverine becomes a hero figure to the younger mutants as he helps fight an enemy of the mutants named Magneto. In the third X-men movie the mutants actually end up fighting a group of people who want to rid the world of mutants. This sounds familiar doesn't it? *cough cough* (the book we just read).

     Anyways, I just thought this was a funny coincidence that you guys might enjoy. Here's a question: Which mutant or peculiar child in either X-men or the book is your favorite? Peace out guys.