Evolution Monologue

Sitting and over thinking something can have an odd impact on our decisions and actions. When our worst fears intertwine with the deepest parts of our imagination, we tend to twist reality into what we believe can happen. It can be the simplest of things such as doubts in a relationship, or being nervous about the final exam that you have to take the following week. These thoughts can cause our withdraw from situations and can also cause us to make certain decisions that may or may not be for the best.

For my research I visited the memorial for the victims and heroes of 911. The location for this grand and majestic art piece is in downtown Toms River. “Wow, the art I discovered was just so beautiful.” On a cold December morning in 2015 I took a short ride to Downtown Toms River. As soon as I pulled

divert my eyes from the exhibit. I found myself staring for what seemed like minutes at

In this book wars article, I will be comparing two books on the commonality of their main characters. They are both young adults, although one is a boy and one is a girl. Book one is Evolution, Me, & Other Freaks of Nature by Robin Brande. Book 2 is Erak’s Ransom: Ranger’s Apprentice Series, Book 7 by John A. Flanagan. They are both about a young adult facing varying challenges in life, and becoming an adult.

Again, I naturally thought that the exhibit was feared to black people until I saw this one series of pictures. There were five pictures. In the picture was one white woman and one black woman. They were both sitting in a chair. The entire setting was in black and white. In the first picture they both sat back to back. In the second picture the white woman forces the black woman out of the chair. The third one shows the black woman returning to fight for the seat. Then the fourth one shows the white woman resisting. Finally in the last picture, both of the women are sitting down again, just as they were in the first picture. Now I must say that when I

On July 15, 2016 I visited the Isabel Anderson Comer Museum and Arts Center in Sylacauga, AL. The atmosphere was warm, welcoming, tranquil, enlightening, and reflective. I had a few sensory experiences which were hearing because of the sound the wood floors creaking as you walked through and the fact that it was so quiet you could hear the traffic right outside, sight because of all the many different displays of artwork and displays, and smell because of the almost overwhelming odor that I couldn’t pin point. There was one woman working there but she was in the basement cleaning up from an event from the night previous. The woman gave a brief introduction and rushed back off into the basement so I didn’t get a change to get her name. My overall

I personally love looking at museums and learning about past history. Looking at this website regarding the Jim Crow Museum, I feel that this museum provides a plethora of items and exhibits to provide the onlooker with accurate information about what occurred to blacks throughout history. This was a horrible time in history when blacks were not seen as equals and were not given many rights, if any. With that being said, I feel that some of the exhibits and items in this museum might provide “mixed feelings” to those who lived through this time in history and/or those whose ancestors did.

In the week leading up to the trial, hundreds of people and peddlers lined the streets, selling Bibles, stuffed monkeys, and pins that read “ Your Old Man's a Monkey”. There were even circus performers with live chimpanzees to entertain children. Many people thought - incorrectly - that the theory of evolution claimed that human beings were descended from monkeys; for this reason, the newspapers and reporters dubbed the Scopes Trial “the Monkey

I Stand Here Ironing lies in its fusion of motherhood as both metaphor and experience: it shows us motherhood bared, stripped of romantic distortion, and reins fused with the power of genuine metaphorical insight into the problems of selfhood in the modern world. ironing is a metaphor for "the ups and downs, back and forth of pressing pressures to make ends meet and a determination to pass through life's horrors and difficulties by keeping the mind intact and focusing on the beauty and blessings that [lie amidst] the dark times"? So the ironing is like a drug, to keep the mother calm and sedated. The story seems at first to be a simple meditation of a mother reconstructing her daughter's past in an attempt to

On April second my honors class went on a day trip to the Chickasaw Cultural Center. It is in Davis and near the Tushkahoma site in September. I had been to many cultural centers before, but I cannot remember if I had been to Chickasaw’s specifically. I went separate from the group due to colliding plans. Therefore, I went with my friends Allison, Alyssa, Alie, and Jordan. Driving to the Cultural Center our GPS sent us to a campground, so we had to turn around and ask for directions. Eventually, we located the huge sign, which we somehow missed, pointing us in the right direction. Driving in, I was quite surprised at how clean it was. You could tell that they took pride in their heritage, just by the way they presented the center to us.

Visiting the Manzanar exhibit at the Skirball Cultural Center was pretty sad for me, but also a reminder. I already learned what happen to Japanese Americans during the time of World War II. I bin to a similar museum before at Little Tokyo where it had a live replica of the internment camps these people had to stay during the time of war. It is shocking to see new photos on how it felt being inside those camps. To be honest, I felt like this was a dark hole that America can’t get rid of. It also sad that some people in this country want to repeat the same mistakes, by discriminating people, for the violent acts they weren’t even involve with. This art exhibit is an important lesson of one of America most disappointing movements, as Japanese

Throughout the experience, I learned the importance and care of working with an artifact along with operations within a museum. As I toured Heartland Museum, I witnessed all of the items that are stored behind the scenes because museums only keep a small percentage of the belongings on display. I also learned about the process of creating a display, which includes piecing together many details like attraction, relevance, and of course history. Museums must worry about the community’s interest in the displays. Lastly, I learned about the importance of an artifact by working with some of the items. It is important to handle artifacts with care because of the fragility of the item. After the information I learned at the museum, it was my turn to experience the public

17. On my museum experience, I took it in like every other visit to the museum I have ever had: much like other children expressed wonder and amazement at a circus performance or sports game; I was awestruck and mesmerized by the colors, the atmosphere, and the same restrained joy that I felt evident in the eyes of all the other observers. My girlfriend and I made our way through the museum, blending in with crowds of other viewers to see Cezanne, Gauguin, Brueghel, O’Keefe and the like in the permanent collection, making time to go from one end of the spectrum to the other. But my heart has always had a soft spot for

At last someone has seen it inside of me, but how does he know? What is so special about him? Maybe he will destroy the beast and become the hope of the world like my granny told me that I was the hope of us. I never understood but I know I can see that the boy is the only hope of defeating the beast within me. The young priest said that the one with the beast must die to defeat it, maybe that is the boy’s destiny. I feel as if I can drive it back, but is the boy seeing the beast enough to drive it back or is it too late? He isn’t scared of me, he drinks the fear absorbing it as if he has nothing to be frightened of; not even the beast.

After getting over my initial reluctance, I got butterflies in my stomach. This was only the 2nd time I’d been to an art museum, so I wanted to make the most of it. When we first arrived, we looked around at some paintings. I visited an exclusive temporary exhibit of Edvard Munch which included a surprising amount of paintings of naked women. Nothing caught my eye in the first few galleries, but then I stumbled on an exhibit called “In Character” by Nam June Paik. As soon as I walked in, I got embarrassingly excited. I constantly had to stop myself from running around the museum like a madman. All the TV sculptures and simple, childlike drawings had been just so incredible to me. The piece that I really enjoyed the most was a sculpture called “Self-Portrait.”