My Dreams

I have many dreams, I want to accomplish. I want to attend college in the future and have a good career. I want to get a good job and start a good life. I want to start a family in the future but not right away and maybe have a kid or two but thats to long of a ways to think about. Im still unsure what I want to major in, but i have a bit of a while to think about that since the first two years are just core classes anyways.

Poem

I think old Edgar Poe's poem is talking about his dream of being with someone you love. I think he is about to lose, or already lost his love of his life. He talks about how he used to kiss her upon her brow and how he is parting from her now. That is what im getting from the poem but I could have been interperting it wrong.

My Dream

My dream is almost going to come true. Ever since my brother went to MSU (at that time SMS) I knew that's where I wanted to go. So this fall I will be attending MSU and I plan to graduate with a major in Fashion Merchandising with a minor in Business. After I graduate I plan to open my own fashion boutique and sell high-end apparel. All my life I've loved fashion, and I can't wait for my dream to come true.

My Dreams... hrmmmm.

My dreams are simple, i want to travel the world with only the clothing on my back, well maybe a backpack of assortments. I want to be happy and free. I want to join the peace core and go to south america or inda to help people in need. I want to learn how to tattoo, blow/eat fire, and maybe go to college. I want to see the world change for the better and be apart of that change. I want to die young, at the ripe old age of 45. I want to stop crulity in general. I want to see a billion + different smileing faces. My dreams are simple.

Week 4 - YOUR Dreams

So we've spent lots of time writing and talking about the American Dream in the context of history and of literature. Now I want you to spend some time reflecting your own personal dreams. As we near the last quarter of your senior year, what are YOUR dreams? For the next few months? For life after high school?

Who knows? Someday we might be reading your short stories or talking about your historical speeches!

Your task: Create your post about your own dream and comment on at least one other post by Monday, March 9. Have fun!

Mrs. W

i hear america singing

this poem makes me think about all the people in all the different professions that it talks about. in each one it seems as though they are happy with their life and profession. i think this would be ideal. today it seems as though many people have the jobs they have because of the money. and i think alot of the time people end up quitting because they realize money cant buy everything. and without any kind of income they end up even more unhappy. i recently went through the dave ramsey financial peace study for an other class and he talked about getting a job that fits you. something that blends everything about you. something that fits you personally. he also talked about not letting money be the only reason that you are a certain profession. i think that this poem talks about the people that have taken a job because it is want they want. it seems like they are all happy with their lifes.

The Great Gatsby

i thought this movie went along with what most people have been saying about "The American Dream" the characters in the movie seemed like many people that i know today. daisy seemed to be very fake. she seemed as if she was only in her marriage for money and security. Tom was a bully to just about everyone. It seems as though his wealth had gone to his head and he felt he could do anything because he had money..even cheat on his wife. i thought Jordan was a liar. she was good at golf but not as good as she put off. she constantly cheated to make herself get ahead. Gatsby just wanted to fit in. he always hosted parties but he never attended them. i think that he was all about people thinking that he was this nice social guy but he never really got out there enough to meet or know people. i think nick was my favorite character in the whole movie. he seemed the most real out of all of them. he tried to be honest about everything even though he instigated the whole love affair between daisy and Gatsby.

I, Too, Sing America

I've read this poem before, and I loved it then -- it is, in fact, one of my favorite poems. This poem, obviously, talks about the dream of equality, not just a hope, but a fierce hope, almost an expression of certainty. I get little chills every time I read it, and some day it'll be way more true than it even is now.

The Great Gatsby -- Finally!

I didn't like Daisy very much. She seemed fake and overly bright, like she really wasn't as happy as she said, and she didn't seem to care very much about other people. Her husband was just as bad, all unsophisticated and ignorant and just as careless as other people. Now her cousin, Nick, he was pretty nice, all gentle and kind and thoughtful, and I liked the mysterious Jay Gatsby too. That Myrtle so and so, the gas station man's wife, I didn't like her very much because she reminded me of creeping, strangling jungle vines, but I liked that Jordan girl because she was witty and sarcastic. I guess that makes three likable people and three not...

American Dream

Here's a song by Casting Crowns that is actually titled "American Dream":

All work no play may have made Jack a dull boy
But all work no God has left Jack with a lost soul
But he's moving on full steam
He's chasing the American dream
And he's gonna give his family the finer things

Not this time son, I've no time to waste
Maybe tomorrow we'll have time to play
Then he slips into his new BMW
And drives farther and farther and farther away

So he works all day and tries to sleep at night
He says things'll get better; better in time

Cause he works and he builds with his own two hands
And he pours all he has in a castle made with sand
But the wind and the rain are coming crashing in
Time will tell just how long his kingdom stands
His kingdom stands

His American Dream is beginning to seem
More and more like a nightmare with every passing day
"Daddy, can you come to my game?"
"Oh, Baby, please don't work late."
Another wasted weekend and they are slipping away

He used to say, "Who ever dies with the most toys wins"
But if he loses his soul, what has he gained in the end?
I'll take a shack on a rock over a castle in the sand

Now he works all day and cries alone at night
It's not getting any better; looks like he's running out of time

All they really wanted was You