Monday, April 22, 2013


Book Banning

I think none of these statements are true. I mean maybe he had an anti-business attitude, but this doesn’t affect the book and yes, the book is about a depressing theme, but it is good for us to know how people lived back in the 30’s and it might be depressing, but it is the truth. To me that book doesn’t seem to be worthless at all, because it teaches us about the past and only because we know about things that in the past happened, we don’t repeat them.

I think some books should be banned if their statement is for example totally racist, but not books like “Of Mice and Men”. If the book is just talking about racism, or telling a story about it, it shouldn’t be banned, because it only showed how reality is or was and it doesn’t tell us, we should be racist or whatever.

Thursday, April 18, 2013


Pictures

1.       Crooks was sitting on his bed, Lennie still standing. The last time he had a feeling that good, as a long, long time ago, he couldn’t even remember. No he’s not a mean person, but it was maybe the only chance for the rest of his life to be “upon” a person, when he can play with a person’s mind and control him. That poor Lennie standing across to him, starring on the dirty, wooden ground, scared that George won’t come back. This only because he, Crooks the negro, told him so, what a good feeling.

2.       She was laying there on that pile of hay, still, her blue eyes wide open. Lennie could see life leaving her body in seconds she was white and all her warmth, her temper, was gone. What has he done? Another bad thing, but he really didn’t want that. For a moment the time stood still, the whole world. Then Lennie realized that he had to leave.

3.       Lennie looked over to the river like George told him, he always does what he is told. The water was clear and blue and now he could see it the little farm that they were dreaming of, the stove the chicken, the rabbits, everything was there. And then there was nothing anymore, he was dead.

Pictures

1.       Crooks was sitting on his bed, Lennie still standing. The last time he had a feeling that good, as a long, long time ago, he couldn’t even remember. No he’s not a mean person, but it was maybe the only chance for the rest of his life to be “upon” a person, when he can play with a person’s mind and control him. That poor Lennie standing across to him, starring on the dirty, wooden ground, scared that George won’t come back. This only because he, Crooks the negro, told him so, what a good feeling.

2.       She was laying there on that pile of hay, still, her blue eyes wide open. Lennie could see life leaving her body in seconds she was white and all her warmth, her temper, was gone. What has he done? Another bad thing, but he really didn’t want that. For a moment the time stood still, the whole world. Then Lennie realized that he had to leave.

3.       Lennie looked over to the river like George told him, he always does what he is told. The water was clear and blue and now he could see it the little farm that they were dreaming of, the stove the chicken, the rabbits, everything was there. And then there was nothing anymore, he was dead.

Monday, April 8, 2013


WHAT IS IN MY BINDLE?



I would always have something to eat and to drink with me, just to make sure, that I don’t have to be hungry, because if I’m hungry and don’t get anything to eat, I’m always depressed and if I didn’t have a home, I’d already be enough depressed. Then I would also have a small paper with all my friends’ and family’s adresses with me, so I could stay in contact with them and communicate per mail. Of course I’d also have pictures, so that I never forget them. Some body care products such as hairbrush and lotion can’t miss either. And the most important ones are toothbrush and toothpaste, because I can’t go out of the house without brushing my teeth!! I guess some clothes would also be nice to have and my favorite pillow, that I have since I was a baby. A book might be nice too, since I’d always be alone and wouldn’t have  anyone to talk to except for myself.