My mom leaned down and kissed my cheek, she told me to have a good day and reassured me we would get ice cream together after school. As my mom started to walk away my tantrum began. I could not fathom being away from my mom for an entire day! Tears began stinging my eyes as my mom’s figure faded into the distance. My classmates’ figures began to blur as tears spewed down my face and into my open, screaming mouth. The taste of salt from my tears only fueled the fire that began burning inside of me and intensified my…
Big World is a short story written by West Australian, Tim Winton, in 2004. Set in 1975, it follows the unlikely pairing of Biggie Boston and the narrator who are escaping their country town ‘Angelus’ after failing exams. ‘Big World’ is an outstanding piece of writing as it is able to comment on power between social classes in society through an adventurous story. Through colloquial language and tone, the author has revealed the devious nature behind society and has suggested that power is all about influence and categorisation.…
As I was getting dropped off and hearing my mom telling me bye I started to cry. Being really close to my mom I didn't want her to leave me there all alone. So we walked in together and she told me that I was going to be all right. My mom and my new teacher, Mrs. Fossum were having a hard time getting me to stay there. After they saw that I wouldn't stay, my mom had to stay there with me thru out that whole day. As the first day went on I was making a bunch of friends with my new classmates. When the second day came I wanted my mom to stay at school but I realized that she had to go to work. After she had left I saw a table that had some crayons and some paper on it, so I ventured over to it and stood by the seat watching to see if anyone was going to stop me from drawing. No one came so I took a seat, a piece of paper, and of course a blue coloring pencil just like the one I had at home and started to draw. When the other children saw that I was already hard at work with my drawing, which somewhat looked like a cow, they came and sat down with me. Even the child that didn’t want to leave his father noticed me and…
1. What is the very 1st indication that Brave New World is a futuristic novel? The very 1st indication is when it mentions the hatchery.…
Is there such thing as a world in the future where sexual interaction is the closest aspect of a community? Is it true that the people in this society are unable to choose what they want, due to the fact that they are genetically controlled of who they are? Or to eliminate someone’s sadness by just taking one drop of a drug can automatically make them feel better? Welcome to Brave New World. The motto of Brave New World consists of three words; community, identity, stability. These words create and conditions new human life in a civilized society that presents a dystopian view of the future. The word community is based on all the different castes of diverse people “working together” to become happier within each other. Identity is based on how the people in this society are supposed to be with themselves. Lastly, stability is achieved. Or is it?…
‘‘The overalls of the workers were white, their hands gloved with a pale corpse-coloured rubber. The light was frozen, dead, a ghost. Only from the yellow barrels of the microscopes did it borrow a certain rich and living substance, lying along the polished tubes like butter, streak after luscious streak in long recession down the work tables’’ (Huxley 8).…
The Loss of Individuality The peak of a writer's career should exhibit their most profound works of literature. In the case of Aldous Huxley, Brave New World is by far his most renowned novel. Aldous Huxley is a European-born writer who, in the midst of his career, moved to the United States and settled in California. While in California, he began to have visions aided by his usage of hallucinatory drugs. His visions were of a utopian society surviving here on earth. In his literature, Huxley wanted to make this utopian society as much a reality as possible. "In framing an ideal we may assume what we wish, but should avoid impossibilities." This quote, written by Aristotle, perfectly describes Huxley's attitude towards the creation of his imaginary utopia. His only problem was establishing a value system that would not seem too unattainable. Huxley has two novels that have the theme of utopia, Brave New World and Island. Brave New World , which was written before Island , has ideas that are quite far-fetched, but in Huxley's eyes, still close to reality. Huxley's first portrait of utopia involves having a controlled society of people all being alike. The year is A.F. 632 (After Ford; Ford is the equivalent to God in Brave New World ) and with the available technology, citizens are mass produced. Island is a product of the rethinking of Huxley's utopia. The ideas are a lot more real because the people are just ordinary human beings. Both of these novels have an underlying theme in common. The stability of Huxley's utopian societies are centered around the loss of individualism. Individuals are considered a threat in Huxley's utopian novels. In the novel Island, the utopian society is on a small island, named Pala. The leader of the utopian society, Murugan, is an individual apart from the community. His plans are to modernize and charge the way the people of Pala live. The reason he has thoughts that are different from the rest of the community is that he…
We chatted about our adventures while we went to their destination telling my story about getting in trouble with a bear. When we got to the cave we took a picture. Then they asked me if I wanted to go to a Scooby doo party I said yes, so they gave me directions for the party. Then we parted. I headed to the big drop it was a ten minute walk when I arrived there was a big s-log it was cool so I stopped to take a picture and I moved on then there was a small ledge that I needed to climb off of there was a boulder that I needed to step on to get over the ledge the boulder was sturdy so I grabed on the boulder to help me get down the suddenly the boulder came loose and me and the boulder fell i landed on the ground fine but the boulder was falling and it was so fast for me to do anything all that I did was put my hands over my head so I could push it away but then slam I yelled oww! Then everything froze I saw my arm crushed between the boulder and the canyon wall. I stared at it, I was shocked. I tried to lift it with my left hand but it wouldn’t budge so I tried slamming into it with my shoulder didn’t work but I kept lifting and slamming into it anyway because this was the only chance I got to move the boulder with brute force because of…
Everyone would agree that today’s youth is a little backwards, but let’s go farther than that. Looking at society as a whole, today's world is much worse than what it should be. There is a huge lack of empathy and too much sensitivity; the amount of close-minded people on this earth is crippling; major masses of judgemental people are dragging everyone down. There are many more issues, but that short list is big enough in it’s own way. Very few things would stay the same in the new world; it needs a lot of remodeling.…
I was a young, black girl name Sylvia i was raised in Harlem. Everything was fine growing up in Harlem, but something was wrong with everyone else; but Sugar and I were the “ only ones just right”. Suddenly a lady moved on our block with nappy hair and proper speech and no makeup, I would laugh at , her but then again, I would laugh at, everyone especially the junk man who went to his business like her was some big time president. I would think i knew everything and had all the answers and no one could teach me anything that I didn’t know. I hated her though; Miss Moore, she was the only woman in the neighborhood that had only a “ Miss” and a “Moore” but no first name. She has cept for feets, which were fish white and spooky. The field trip…
The next morning I woke up and my dad and my mom both were both not around. I went upstairs my mom was sizzling bacon on a pan I ask my mom “Wheres dad?” She replied “He went to go get the thanksgiving meal for tonight.” I sat down on the couch and got my dad's computer and a blanket and started to watch a movie. Later, my dad called my mom. They talked for a minutes we looked out the window, I saw my dad outside in his car stuck in the snow, my mom went outside to try to help him but she couldn't do anything. Then after a couple of hours the neighbors came and snowplowed the driveway for my dad to come up.…
It was august 4th 2014 i went to bed at 8:00 that day “My’shea” i heard in a loud voice and it was my mother she had wake me up early. and when I woke up I made me some pancakes with my dad and my sisters, then I got cleaned up, then we went to holland michigan to get my aunt and husband and kids. We went to the airport in detroit michigan and we flu the rest of the to san diego. When we landed in san diego we saw a skyscraper and it was so big that we saw it from the airport, but next to the skyscraper was a place called a kids fun zone,…
Brave New World contains many archetypes in many different characters. Archetypes are an idea that Carl Jung, a well-known psychologist, came up with. Archetypes are the type of person you are and it comes from you unconscious. You can be several archetypes and they can change many times. But to talk about all of them would take to long, so I am going to focus on two specific archetypes the orphan and the seeker.…
“Well come inside,” I said as I opened the front door. They all hurried in as quickly as possible to the warmth of my house. They all sat down thanking me for my kind deed. I told them, “Dinner will be ready to eat at ten.” It was 9:24 p.m. at the time. I went into the kitchen to get the chicken breasts ready to be eaten. As I was making the food, I heard a loud noise in the other room. I quickly ran into the other room to see what has happened. In the other room, one of the kids had knocked over one of my decorative vases. I asked, “What happened?” I watched as both of the kids stood and pointed towards each other. The father came in and looked at the damage. “I am so sorry,” he said, “I don’t know what has gotten into them.”The father helped me pick up the pieces and throw them away. After that, I walked back into the kitchen to finish the chicken. It was now 9:55 and I called for them…
As I sat there, playing, the door suddenly banged open. My mom stood there anxiously with fear in her chocolaty eyes. I knew something tragic had occurred for she never came home early. She grabbed my forearms and pulled me up with a jolt and snatched a plastic bag from the corner and stuffed what little clothes and toys I had in it. My own brown eyes were filled with tears, but I didn’t let them fall. She dragged me along as she moved and on her way out, she shut the door with a thunderous bang. Who would have thought that that was the last day I would ever see that little one room garage house again.…