Dystopian Personal Statement

Many of us focus on trying to see the positive side of things, but the truth is that sometimes we need to open our eyes, and notice the negative activities sourrounding our world. Once we comprehende what is negativetely affecting our world, then we should find a way to fix it, and shape the world. Finally, after we have done all of that, then maybe we can have a better world, but to have a utopian society just seems way out of our reach. A dystopian society, just like the one in the novel divergent, definetely is different from our modern-day society, but our society dosent neceseraly stay behind

The city that once had homed thousands and been the most economically successful country ever, was now a contaminated wasteland. The land looked dry, destroyed and lonely. The morning breeze felt like crying sorrows, and the grey deceitful sky awed down at us. In the deepest corner of despair lies dystopia where hope dies. As someone looks through the eyes of the devil, they see his utopia. Only visible by the dim light of the moon was the great wall. Beyond the wall? No one knew. Stretching away from the wall was a humongous bridge that towered the wall. Standing tall on the bridge was a tower, which had two circles that almost looked like eyes. Those mysterious, creepy and dangerous looking eyes stared down at the city giving away a haunting look.

The destruction of nature, increase in the pollution across the globe, constant surveillance upon everyone, and the inability to have the freedom to search what you would like on electronic devices. This action will result if the cautionary text, Fahrenheit 451, is not utilized to locate and withdraw flaws in our own modern and developing North American society. Despite the date of the text, the messages displayed can directly correlate to current dilemmas that may ultimately lead the U.S.A down the route of dystopia. This nation is making advancement toward a dystopian society because the NSA and Google are combining to form a super team in surveillance of its citizens and the

Many novels, as well as video games, deal with texts of the dystopic genre. Dystopia has become an instrumental form of literature in all countries; however, some texts are better at relaying their message than others. For example, in the video game, The Last of Us, the two protagonists, one adult male and one young girl, fight through hordes of “the infected”. They do so in order to save mankind from utter extinction. Despite being a video game, this text captures the quintessential elements needed in order to become a relatable piece of work and does so by making both Joel and Ellie (the protagonists) truthful characters. In addition to The Last of Us, the novel The Running Man, by Steven King, also deals with the topic of dystopia. This

As I sit and look around, I notice this way different from my life. I’m completely alone. ”How do I survive in a world like this, How do I know I can trust anybody.” Cruelty is everywhere and I simply need love. I want, no need, my perfect life again.

My story began with a dystopian novel about a chosen one trying to liberate her broken society and an enigmatic second grader.

“At birth everyone had their death date tattooed on them I was spouse to die yesterday...” When, I was born every person that lived on the island had their death date tattooed on their arm. I was spouse to die yesterday I do not know what to do now I’m past my living age and no one know’s, do I leave or do I die like I’m meant to do? I need to leave before the guards find out I’m still alive and kill me.

The community of man is far from perfect, purely because of man’s greed to understand, own, and command everything. There is a concept of utopia that can never be achieved because of these reasons. When I think of man, I think of corruption, and disobedience because we are far from what God had created us to be. According to Ephesians 4:29-32 we must not let no corrupting talk come out of our mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, by whom you were sealed for the day of redemption. Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from us, along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.

It was a cold, quiet night in Manhattan. A father of three is walking home from work in a alley at the dead of night. He gets a nervous feeling whenever he thinks someone is is following him, when he does he stops and tries to listen to any sound coming from behind, either from a newspaper that is scraping the ground from the wind or footsteps from somebody trying to rob him. He turns around slowly not to cause attention to whoever it is behind him, (whrr...whrr) the wind blew fast that it almost knocked him over. Looking behind him he saw no one, nothing.

Looking back at the past few years of books, you might notice a pattern: dystopian societies. I’m sure that the entire population has to have at least heard about the Hunger Games, Divergent, or any number of other titles. Yet, has any the average person given any thought whatsoever been given to imagining himself in one of those broken societies? I, for one hadn’t thought much about it, despite reading all of the most recent must-reads. It brings up an interesting question: what would you be willing to stand up for, to risk your life for, to risk your loved ones for? After looking around my house and skimming through my mental history of the world, I decided I would fight for the freedom of speech, the right to an unbiased education, and freedom of religion.

The rising popularity of dystopian novels recently has captivated the attention of young adults and teenagers. Top bestsellers and teen choice novels of the last few years have seen an increase of numerous dystopian novels in their ranks. The publication of dystopian novels have become increasingly popular with youth and adolescent readers alike, producing a new release of high demand series such as The Maze Runner. The popularity of dystopian novels attracted our attention, so we set out to investigate this phenomenon, seeking to understand why teenagers today find this genre so compelling. Why it is that dystopian fiction and novels are so appealing to teenagers?

I am Latina. I am queer. I am a woman. My existence, I have learned, is a giant fuck you to institutions that work to oppress women, queer individuals, people of color and other marginalized identities.

Through my whole life I have always desired to go to college. I observed the hardships that members of my family endured by choosing not to go to college and lacked the proper skills needed for a sufficient job. I never want that for me, and one day when I have a family of my own I want to be able to do my share in providing for them properly. While both of my parents have taken post secondary classes, neither have obtained a college degree, and they have always pushed me to pursue my dreams in getting into a school of my choice. I have always loved my science classes and have dreamed of majoring in a science field. When I was younger, my great-grandmother died with Alzheimer's, and I was so devastated that I told my mother I was going to grow up and cure Alzheimer's. I never wanted another soul to feel what I was feeling at that moment.

Radical is a word that is generally associated with current abominable global events. But the word ‘radical,’ means change relating to or affecting the fundamental nature of something. When I first set out my college passage, I was pursuing a degree in aerospace engineering in the state of Texas. This required me to take heavy math and science classes allowing me to develop a unique way of approaching problems and their respective solutions. When I was a child I never watched cartoons but instead viewed documentaries, with a majority of them being related to the aerospace industry.

When I first moved to the United States, one of the things that confused me the most about Americans was their apparent lack of hospitality. It was almost astounding the way our neighbors were so inhospitable to those around them. They did not converse with anyone on the block nor did they give out the feeling of wanting to converse with anyone. The only friendly people there were the Filipino families next to our house and the one four houses down from ours. I loved my culture because as a kid, I grew up being taught to respect everyone around you and always be kind and caring. It was taught to me by my grandparents, my parents, my teachers, and my peers. The Filipino sense of hospitality is, in my opinion, one the the best things in the