'Hold fast to your dreams, for without them life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.' Langston Hughes
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Children's Peace Prize Award - Nkosi Johnson
Born with HIV/AIDS , Nkosi Johnson was abandoned by his desperate infected mother. After he was adopted by his stepmother Gail Johnson, at the age of two he took his firsthand experience and decided to make a difference for those mothers and children infected with Hiv/Aids. Nkosi had the desire and determination to help those less fortunate than himself.
He was fighting to bring joy and rights to those with HIV/AIDS, Nkosi decided to take action and create a haven for those in need. As well as carrying out public speeches, educating others on treating people with HIV/AIDS equally.
1"Nkosi Johnson- The face of Aids." 2009. 1 Nov. 2012
<http://www.beholders.org/spirit/inspirationalpeople/110-nkosijohson.html>
2"Nkosi Johnson speech - Ieterna.org." 1 Nov. 2012
<http://ieterna.org/archive-pdf/nonfiction/autobiography/Nkosi%20speech.pdf>
3 "Nkosi Johnson - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia." 2004. 1 Nov. 2012 <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nkosi_Johnson>
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Harrison Berguson - A Message
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Poems. Whats worth fighting for?
My most comfy worn in levis plimsolls - more yellow than white.
A pair of my old navy blue school shorts from Grade 7.
My new ISKL blue school shirt I bought for the new school year.
A pair of red or dead glasses covering my yellow, blue and green coloured eyes.
My ears pierced but naked!
There is a sweaty mess of hair tied in a ponytail.
A friendship bracelet on my right wrist.
Followed by a pandora themed bracelet.
On my left wrist a turquoise ice watch is sitting.
A tiny horseshoe hanging from my neck full of luck.
Some chipped poppy red nail polish on my fingernails.
Me.
I’m from the indoor play parks. and the warm public swimming pools, I am from the ski slope beside Asda. From making beds out of leaves, I’m from the great deep snow on christmas day. From my mums song she made up for brushing teeth. The lovely winter outfit my Nanny gave me. The theme tune of the tweenies and the teletubbies. From the cold classrooms, and the old drafty house. My mum calling me sweetheart and honey. I’m what my friends called me, A plonker! I’m the laugh when my Dad calls my sister squirrel nutkin! I’m the curiosity when my Mum calls my Dad ‘Victor Meldrew’! I’m from the freezing lakes I’ve jumped into. I’m from camping with friends. I’m from the beaches of Corfu, from the mud pie making competitions with my cousins. I’m an Aberdonian abroad! From the old pictures of relatives. I’m from the memory box under my bed. I come from my adoring ancestors of generations. I’m the new in the old. |
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Kristallnacht response-Olivia
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
The Boy in The Striped Pyjamas
Something that came to my mind was the meaning of peace. have we ever come close to it? Do we even understand the meaning of peace? No. So far nobody has explained the meaning of piece who knows if peace exists.
This is one of many stories of World War 2. This book shows and different prospective of the War, a prospective of a German boy. Innocent and kind Bruno doesn't understand what is going on around him. Most books are written fromthe prospective of Jews not so many people look into the Germans side of the story.
The Boy in The Striped Pyjamas by John Boyne was a great and heart touching book. That help me understand the War a lot. I would definitely recommend this book for all ages. World War 2 is such an interesting topic although can get complicated. This book sums it up simply and quickly. 5 Stars!!!
Sunday, January 29, 2012
No Man is an Island
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
- John Donne
How do these texts explore similar themes?
All of these text show that we all live as one and are connected, we are here to help each other and not to harm each other. We wouldn't be around if we didn't rely on other people it is the only way we have managed to survive and live such a wonderful life.For example in Mankind Is No Island the video shows people on the street and how others don't stop to help how we need them as much as they need us. What goes around comes around. The Island by Greder also shows something similar when a man is washed onto an island. He relied on the people of this village to help him survive but the villagers had other thoughts. All but one fishermen who had seen more then the others had traveled the sea's and knew their was good in the world. Although his voice wasn't as loud as the others and the Strange man was killed. This book metaphorically is expelling the world in one island, Just because people are d different doesn't mean they should be treated differently. In John Donne's No Man is an Island, he believes that all men are the same and should all be treated equally no matter how rich or poor you are. The pictures in the book written by Greder reflect on the poem show many men treating one man differently because of what he looks like.
How do the texts provide insights into prejudice and "otherness"?
Greder shows prejudice in his book by showing a man who is being ignored and ill-treated just because he is different to the other people on the island. They also think he is an animal and lock him up in a goat pen just like the pictures format he video of people sitting on the road not given a chance in life.
Why do people make distinctions between "us" and "them"?
A lot of the time people make distinctions between us and them as they are scared of our differences or maybe even similarities. People are judged on what they look like sometimes because other people our anxious about what they look like so put other people down or sometimes people are just biased. Sometimes people are afraid that somebody is dangerous or maybe even more powerful then themselves. For some people they make excuses about what people look like or seem like so that they don't need to spend anytime helping them. Never judge a book by it cover is one phrase I always keep in mind.