Hotel Dialectical Journal

There is such a range of people walking the grounds (including visitors, visitors’ guests, college students, training staff, supervising staff, and contract workers) that ensuring proper security is important.

Stephen Crane’s short story, The Blue Hotel, is a very diverse and interesting story with many themes. One of the themes is consequences for your actions. In the story a man they called the Swede went to a bar and tried to force a Gambler to drink with him. He kept pushing and wouldn’t leave the man alone resulting the Swede being killed. Another theme in this short story is honesty. During the Story the Swede claimed while playing cards that another character, Johnny, was cheating. While Johnie denied it another guy at the table, known as the Easterner, also knew he was cheating, but he didn’t speak up resulting in Johnny and the Swede fighting. Consequently causing the Swede to go to the bar where he was killed. The Easterner felt guilty for the death of the Swede because if he only would’ve been honest about Johnny cheating the Swede would have never went to the bar where he was killed.

“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.” “In fact,” said Mustapha Mond, “you’re claiming the right to be unhappy.” “All right then,” said the Savage defiantly, “I’m claiming the right to be unhappy,” This significant quote from Brave New World had moved innumerable readers’ heart, so do I. Exaggeration? No. It’s the satire to the false meaning of the universal happiness, and it’s this quote which made me had rethink what do I really want and the way of living I want to choose. Because the deep influence and rumination brought by the book, I would like to say

Rebirth is an over arching theme in the book, Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet, written by Jamie Ford. One of the main symbols of second rebirth is the ever-present Oscar Holden record. The records symbolizes not only Henry and Keiko’s relationship, but how it can be renewed. From when Henry and Keiko buy the record, to Henry finding it 40 years later, the record always has a strong significance in the book.

There is no denying that every person needs ti have a persona. One’s personality is developed through the different environments, cultures, and even obstacles faced in order to create the type of person we are. When going through the process of finding our identities, we are faced with aspects of ourselves that we do not wish to be defined as. According to the author, Jennifer M. Volland “Stay: The Archetypal Space of the Hotel,” she emphasizes psychologist Carl Jung’s idea that we each have two sides to ourselves that we are either accepting or unaccepting as she states, “the ‘persona’ which is the outward appearance a person presents to the world, and the ‘shadow,’ the subconscious aspects of that person’s personality — that is, the denied parts of one’s self.” We are able to see parallels of Jung’s argument of what are the components of a person’s identity throughout David Wallace’s work, “Shipping Out,” of how the cruise ship internally exploits workers and manipulates their passengers while externally trying to maintain a facade of what the Zenith stands for.

If you read the diary of a high school girl, what could you learn about her? The name of her best friend, what kind of a person she is, and maybe even signs of troubles deeper than the bad grade she got on her last chemistry exam would pop out at you. She probably would not explicitly state these things, either—they would become apparent simply by looking at how often her best friend’s name appeared within the pages, how she interacted with the people around her, and how she described her thoughts and feelings. Seeing things directly from her perspective would give you a unique look at who she was as a person, what her relationships with other people were like, and what her take on events was, all without ever being told what they were like

My old journal got taken away when I got locked up in this box. All I get is a bible. The bible looks like its been handed out before to others that have passed in this God forsaken rat hole… I can’t keep my sanity much longer. I’m losing it! All I get is a little pea size hole that gives off some light, if that. Most of the time it’s filled with mud. I have come to believe that the mud is from the vehicles moving outside. It splashes up onto the wall. Sometimes worms will inch their way in the hole and that’s the only meal that has any personal delight. The taste of some what warm meal…

Author’s Note- Hey guys thanks for sticking around for chapter two! Okay so first of all beatzlc and anyone else who was wondering, the gang is in 10th grade or sophomore in HIgh School. Anyway I’m going to get on with the chapter and sorry I just got home from a baseball game and I just ate dinner so this chapter will probably be short since I want to bring this story up on Tuesdays, Thursday, and Saturdays! Now that I got that schedule for three days in the week I can stick to that! Oh. and don’t worry about my other fanfictions I am working on that and trying to bring some one-shots up but I am loaded with school and you might have to wait for that but let’s get to the chapter!

1. I do believe Jones is being truthful about Ebert, for the most part. I could see how it could be possible that Jones may have “sweetened” it up because he saw Ebert as a real good person. Ebert comes of as an honest and innocent person so I do believe he is being truthful about himself. I’m more likely to believe what someone says about their self because no one knows you better than you.

1.The narrator wants to go to the bazaar in order to impress a girl. The girl can not go to the bazaar so the narrator tells her he can go to the bazaar and he will get her something.

In high school, I struggled with both math and physics. Between the two, physics was more challenging for me than math. When my father realized I was failing both subjects (with flying colors) he immediately hired a tutor for me. Prior to getting help, I spent a lot of time in circles trying to figure out one question after another. For some reason I could not get the hang of physics. I started to feel embarrassed about not know how to solve my math and physics problems when I realized that one of my closest girlfriend was doing well in both subjects. After taking a quiz, I would hide my grade from my classmates because I was so embarrassed about it. When my father received my first quarter report card he was very disappointed

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“Like I said Cole, in and out, clean.” I held a tight grip on the steering wheel. “Yeah if people would move out of the way that is, you would think sirens are enough, fuck man.” Cole shakes his head, gazing out the window. “Remember the guy’s name is Jesse Thoran, that’s who’s warranted for arrest.” I said. The wipers swung from left to right, dashing at the rain multiplying like a virus. My GPS lied in the middle of the dashboard, it read ETA: 2 Minutes. Bright, vivid lights covered the late-night city, people scattered the streets like a mundane blur. The cars ahead began pulling over letting us through, keeping the streets cold empty. Almost there. I told myself. “Word around the station is, you know that serial killer that everyone is so scared of nowadays? Well anyway, I’ve heard that every cop who’s gotten close to catching him has died, they say he was in the military before his mind turned to mush.” Cole throws his hands up, rolling his eyes. “Very encouraging.” I break my focus, then begin to chuckle. “Here’s the place, you ready Dante?” “’Course.” I quickly pulled to the sidewalk while silencing the roars of the sirens. Cole swung his door open, he reached for the pistol in his holster. I quickly followed him, we made it to a flight of stairs in an apartment complex. My gaze shifted to the screen attached to my wrist: Apartment 13. I clenched my fist, rotating my wrist, my wrist crackled like a rattlesnake. I held my gun in front of me as we reached a

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