Hypocrisy

I face hypocrisy often, with "friends."  These friends parade around acting like they are my friend.  They carry conversations with me, talk to me about issues they are dealing with, and other typical things friends do.  But then, to other people, they talk down about me or others whom they refer to as friends.  Or, they do the opposite approach.  To my face, the person treats me horribly by either ignoring me or saying derogatory things to my face.  But, afterward, the same person will come to later, begging me to help them with some school assignment.  These two situations both occur at least twice a week to me, or around me with other groups of friends.  It has forced me to beg the question, "Are they really my friends, and if so, why do they do this?"  Either way, there is not much time to wonder.  In two months, there will be no more worries about friends or times to worry about these friends.  Graduation, please come soon.  

Writing about anything

Writing about anything is quite difficult.  Thinking of a topic is quite tedious and stressful, because its seems impossible to find a topic that is appropriate, yet detailed enough to be able to write three hundred words about it.  Once the topic is found, then the writing process begins.  At once the writer wonders again whether the topic is appropriate for the class, and, once that doubt subsides, they try to write as fast as they can in an attempt to finish the assignment as soon as possible.  They furiously type, for about the length of a tweet (that is 140 characters).  Once that point is reached, all the sudden the high schooler/college student has to start becoming creative.  Many begin the circular process of circumlocution, while others seem to ramble until they hit the three hundred word mark, usually ending with a different point then they began.  Then, once they are done, it is never proofread, unless the paper is a large percentage of the final grade.  It is submitted and forgotten.  So, writing about anything proves difficult, tedious, confusing, and then eventually forgotten.  But, it is a fantastic way to engage the mind.  

Troy Maxson and the Question of Racism

Troy Maxson is not racist to whites.  He deals with the experiences that he has just like every other African American in his day.  However, he is jealous of the progress of the white man within his company.  Slavery had just ended, and the former slaves were still not equal with whites in society.  He almost seems to be racist toward his own, as he supports thee blacks to be loaders and not drivers of trucks.  At the same time, he aspires to be a driver, just like every other African American.  He just wants to make something for himself and his family.  His father was never great but merely a farmer.  He wants to change his legacy, and become someone.  That is why he is jealous of the whites, but not racists.  He simply desires what they have: chances at greatness.