After reading part 2 of the Brothers K, the part that found me interesting (not to mention I loved discussion about it in class) was the chapter involving the peasant women and her seeking advice from Father Zomissa about her youngest passing. How hard that must have been for her to lose all her children. And now her last son has passed, she comes seeking advice. I felt like the response that Zomissa gave was a cop out. Also at the same time what else is there to say? Yes, your child in heaven with the angels in a very joyful thought. Grieving is a tough emotion to combat, I lost my grandma this summer and people seemed to drop the same line with me. It is a lovely thought it doesn’t do much for you when you’re constantly missing that person. I guess no one ever wants to lose anyone they love, and people don’t know what to say. I’m always at a lost for words when I learn of a tragedy so I guess I shouldn’t be so hard on Father Zomissa’s response.

We discussed in class that all great novels bring certain concepts up through out the novel (which is also true of great movies ☺). We discussed in class that later on in the Brothers K the concept of children is recurring when the subject of torturing little children is introduced to Ivan.

I think it was very courageous for Fyodor Dostoevsky to immortalize his own personalize loss of his infant child in the Brothers K, by sharing that event through a character in his novel.

Studying for the test and listening to the beach boys( my favorite oldies band)!!! I dont know how I'm going to do....I read the material but theres one question that we went over in class that I'm still hung up on. The Karamotsor curse? I have no clue what that is...I read the lottery last night and I didn't under why the villager had to kill that man. Anyways I'll post more later, 40mins til class and I've got to keep on the studying.

To Look or Not to Look...thats is the question

Time to play catch up....I've been slacking with my blogs but that doesn't mean I'm not doing the readings!:) so last wedensdays class, professor talked about how we as humans struggle with the concept of doing what we are told not to. I loved the coloring the cat comment by the way, very funny.
Looking is part of our human nature, like last thursday was my birthday and my boyfriend had my present in his room and he told me not to look but you know me i couldnt help but to steal a glance at my new necklace. :)
Generations can come and go but i think we as humans will always have that urge to look when we are told not to.

Just like Psyche couldn't stand not being able to see her lovers face, and looked. The world of the unknown is defeated by our own curosity. Maybe it would be better for us if we didn't look, bet Lots Wife would have been one of those who'd wish she wouldnt have looked.

Memory Out From the Vault

All my first memories that come to mind are of my mom, and me because my mom pretty much raised me while my dad went back to medical school to get another degree. My mom and I are extremely close because of these early years of bonding. She was always there pushing me on the swing set or saving me from the neighborhood dog that ran up and licked up my face. When I think back to my early childhood, my favorite memory with her would have to be making rain deer cookies with her for Christmas.

My mom placed the bowl in front of me and started putting in ingredients; my job was to stir it all nice. So one ingredient was placed into the bowl after another. Vanilla, Flour, and everything else you make your batch of cookies with. Before I knew it was now time for me to stir, I was very eager to help mom cook, I grabbed the bowl, and some on the mixture slopped over the side. I looked up at my mom who smiled and nodded for me to keep on trying. I started stirring and than some more spilled over the side, and this time it was a fair amount of the ingredients too, I looked to my mom and she still had that smile on. Than after all the adventure with the spoon and stirring, it was than time to lay out the dough on to the cookie sheet. I reached in to the bowl with my wide eyes and as I tried to pour the dough out of the bowl, some more of the mixture slopped over the side.
Next it was time to frost the cookies, and believe me this time my mom had a pile of paper towels right next to me.

Kendra's Day

6:00- My alarm goes, and I was planning on skipping out on spinning class, but then I look at my phone and saw a text from Kelesy saying she'd meet me there in a half hour.
6:05 SNOOZE BUTTON
6:10- Finally got enough motivation to make my way out of bed and down to the bathroom
6:15 Grabbing my keys and work out bag than went down the stairs, and than back up after I forgot my ID.
6:30 Class is about to start, and I was pretty proud that I made it there on time, and had my bike all adjusted before class started, just when I was about to sit down on the bike, had some pretty funny issues with the bike lock sticking
6:31 Uncontrollable laughter with Kelesy at the bike situation
7:30 Spinning class is done :) and I couldn't be happier. Walking back to the dorms with Kelesy and than James( my boyfriend) surprised me by meeting up with us on his way to his 8 am class.
7:45 Back to Sleep!!!!!!
9:30 Get Up and Go Have one of Kathy's omelets
10 Get ready to go to class
11- Class
12 -Class is Over
12:30- Go have lunch with Ashley&Jesse
1:10- My mom called me to tell me that my dog Ebbie is very sick and has to be admitted into the pet ER
2 - My mom calls me crying again
2:10-5 CLASS
5 Gym
6- My mom called me again saying that Ebbie is not doing so well.
6:30 Dinner Date with James :)
6-7 Homework