Fact vs. Fiction: Does it Affect Reasoning? Regardless of whether or not a person may know the facts behind a situation, predisposition trumps knowledge learned later on; just as instinct trumps what has been taught. It is human nature to believe in what one thinks is correct, even if there are facts that prove otherwise and one will go to the necessary lengths to prove themselves so. In Kolbert’s article, Why Facts Don’t Change Our Minds, various studies are put into use to explain this theory.
The Nine Guardians �Nine Guardians� takes places in the State of Chiapas, in Mexico, where from the remains of the Mexican revolution came the presidency of Lazaro Cardenas. His presidency takes places between 1934 and 1940, during the time this novel takes place. Cardenas expropriated foreign-held properties, distributed land to peasants, and instituted reforms
I was on phone with my dad, he was drunk and made promises I knew he would never uphold. Beep, beep, beep, the phone call ended. Tears rolled down my face, my breathing became shallow, it grew harder to fill my lungs. I was having an anxiety attack. “What’s going on?” Stewart asked, leaning toward me. I shook my head, avoiding the topic. “David,” my mom responded simply. Stewart’s typically stern persona softened immediately. He sighed, clasping his hands together, all his body weight shifted onto his elbows that were placed on his
My feet aching, I plodded along as cars rushed by. I wondered what the drivers of those cars would be thinking if they saw such a small child walking by himself. As terrible possible situations played out in my mind, I reached the one story building that was my home. For some reason that I will never know, I did not go and knock or ring the doorbell. Reaching the house only increased the horrible feeling in my chest. This was probably one of the strangest things that I have ever done in my life and stands testament to the ability that fear has to completely alter our thinking capacities. Normally, all my life I have been known has fairly level-headed, but now I was reduced to an illogical
Something shifted in me listening to the stories of pain of two very formative people in my life. Something inside of me recognized the sacredness of this conversation. Once I heard
Cultural-itis: Two Cultures, One Illness A person may ask a friend, “What color is this book?” The friend would say the cover is black, but the first person would argue that it is red. The truth is, they are both right. The color of the book depends upon which side of it is exposed to the person. This situation is comparable to the difference in world views. Depending upon which side one looks at a situation, will determine the actions that a person would take. In the story of Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down, the relationship between the family of a sick Hmong child, Lia, and Lia’s doctors, Neil and Peggy Ernst, seems to be harder to remedy than Lia’s illness itself. When looking at Lia’s dad, Nao Koa, and one of the main doctors that Lia is treated by, Neil Ernst, the difference in world views are opposite ends of the spectrum. Although Nao Koa and Neil Ernst want the same thing for Lia, their conflicting world views on the nature of life and the purpose of life are the most challenging component of treating Lia’s rare form of epilepsy.
Fall down seven times, bring yourself back up eight . When life is put into scenarios of stress and pressure towards a certain task, sport, or a certain relationship, we tend not to comprehend and leaving our balance off the plank. Exploring around for puzzles and our environment helps us look deeper into what might seem as a regular imaginary picture, however it could be a delusion into something bigger. Your book, Touching Spirit Bear, brought up the thought of reality and how it has changed over time. The existence of this book marked a future from the critical side of decisions and effects it has caused for me to think more validly .
Brandon Rubsamen Ms. Foster English II Honors 15 May 2017 Death’s Own Naivete Death is a very controversial subject. Many argue that it is a terrible phenomenon in life, while others argue for its necessity. One kind of death, however, most would argue against. The death of a child. Something so dreaded it has become
In his lecture, “The Will to Believe,” William James addresses how one adopts a belief. There is a hypothesis and an option, where you choose between two live hypotheses. An option has the characteristics to be live or dead, forced or avoidable, and momentous or trivial. In his thesis, James argues how “our passional nature” must make our decisions about our beliefs when they cannot be certainly determined on “intellectual grounds,” however, this is not the case, we can always make the decision based on intellectual grounds. One can use Bayesian probability to gain some grasp of the situation and eventually to make a decision.
Suppose that each day one of the biggest challenges you face is the fear and pain of leaving the safety1 and comfort of your home. Presume you fear that elements around you might trigger flashbacks from your past traumatic experience. Suppose you fear going shopping, to restaurants, and mingling with crowds. Assume that you fear the possibility of panic attacks and emotional outburst. Imagine you are stuck in a mire of emotions, grief, depression, and anxiety. Suppose your old self is gone, and you feel dead inside, without a soul. Suppose an invisible entity is in control of your life.
Waiting for the feeling, something to hit me. It became clear this would not happen until I fell asleep. After being awake for almost 4 hours, my eyes really couldn't stay open any longer. Something began to happen, I couldn't tell what. I was falling, falling again. I landed, right in the middle of reality, and nowhere. The voice came on stronger this time, much louder. It was almost like it began to yell. "Can you hear the rumble that's calling?" The voice said again. Despite the loud volume of the voice, it was assuring. It made me feel comfortable. Even though I was in some sort of weakened state, I always felt better here than I did in the real world. Something was telling me that I just needed to be freed. Whether it was the voice inside my head, or some other voice, I felt it. The voice was so showing so much empathy, it felt inhuman, but at the same time it felt so human. It felt real, I could never describe the way it made me feel, how it moved me. I wanted to yell out, with everything I had. Part of me knew it just wasn't right, I had to wait for it to come to me. I knew that everything I wanted would come soon. I know what you're thinking, how was I not freaked out? It's simple, I didn't have room for that kind of thinking. I was so relieved to feel this way, it was a feeling of release. It's like that feeling when you get into a hot tub. The deeper you get, and the longer you stay, the more your body is at
Ethnography of the “Blue House”: Plano Day Labor Center While making the drive on my way to school, my father decides to take a short detour to go pay his worker. It is early in the morning and still very grey outside which facilitated my usual slumber. This detour meant nothing
My mother, frantic as she was, called the police to file a report on the truck driver that has put my life at a great risk as well as my father and sister. However, no response, to my knowledge, was given back. No call from them stating that they have found the driver or any other aspects to the investigation. It has become a forgotten memory even to the other members of my family; yet for me, I remember it and will never forget. Confusion overcame my fear in that moment as barrages of questions plagued my mind: Was that real? Could I have died? Would everything be over that quickly? Why hasn't justice been served? Why isn't this working out for me? These questions made me realize that such drastic changes in your plan of life, how small or large they are, will always have a lasting
You live your life life and think, “I’m glad that’s not happening to me” Or “What would I be doing if that was me in that position?” I often think that every time I see something tragic happen around the world. It always runs through my mind that it’s impossible for something to ever happen to the small town that I am from, St. Amant, La. How could anything go wrong here? We are barely on the maps. Or so I thought. Never would I would have imagined what I witnessed within the last month. I saw acts that I never thought my eyes see, smells I thought my nose would never smell, and heartbreak I never thought I would feel internally.
While driving home singings with my parents after after a sweet sixteen, disaster was the last thing on our optimistic minds. Engrossed into the melody, I was startled when my dad ran through a red light, made an illegal left turn, and jerked the car over to the side of the road. My mother and I were blinded by our enrage, we never noticed the reason for my dad’s actions until he jumped out of the car, and ran into the middle of the road.