Week 5 - Death of a Salesman

For your next post, I want to read your thoughts about the characters in Death of a Salesman. What do you think of Willy Loman? What about the rest of his family? Do you think they are sympathetic characters? Likable? Really, I'm just asking for your supported opinions about the characters. Also, be sure to COMMENT on someone else's post. This is due by Monday, March 23, at 8:00 a.m. Have fun!

When i Close my Eyes

Dreams... my dreams... I have many, I've always wanted to be in the field of archeology (sense i was eight years old). I want to travel the world, see it all. I want to meet people of different cultures and beliefs... I believe it helps on the road to enlightenment. I want to grow into a good person and stand strongly in my ways, but always keep an open mind... I can't remember if i already wrote about this topic or not, but i want the grade so i thought i would do it just in case. :)

My Dreams!

I have a lot of big dreams. first off i am planning to attend OTC when i graduate highschool. then i want to tansfer to a 4yr college and get a degree in nursing or maybe become a radiologist. i want to get married and someday have two kids, maybe three. i want to be a good wife and mother. someday i want to travel the world and take a ton of pictures of everywhere i go.

Repair and Restore

Ok, so I have a lot of dreams for the future, but I'm not sure how many of them will actually become reality. I know God's given me a heart for mission work for some reason or another. Sometimes, my dreams of missions in Africa consist of these beautiful pictures of stirring a pot over an open fire with a black baby tied to my back and fuzzy-headed toddlers wrestling with their "Daddy" in the yard. Then, I'm reminded of the three d's - dirt, disease, and death - and I pretty much say, "Omgosh - God, I don't think I can do that." Whether or not full-time mission work is in my future, I know that the medical field is calling my name. I also know that wherever God sends me, He will provide. All I have to do is obey, and God even helps with that. In Isaiah 58:10-12 He says, "If you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the darkness . . . The Lord will guide you always; He will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail . . . You will be called Repairer of Broken Walls, Restorer of Streets with Dwellings." Whether it be a broken bone or a broken heart in America or Africa, my dream in a nutshell is to repair and restore.

My Dream

i have many dreams. i want to first get through high school and move on to college. Past that i want to have a family and be in a position to just be happy with life. i want to have a job that i love and that i can think of as something fun instead of a job. i dream about things being better for my kids. things such as the economy and schooling. i want them to have every opportunity to make the best they can of themselves. i guess most of my dream seems alot like the typical american dream, but i honestly am not to worried about the whole apparance of perfection. i just want to end up being happy.

my dream

My dream may be somewhat boring, and I know that I'll probably be thought of as someone who conformed to the world, but I really think that God gave me a brain for a reason, and it would be a shame not to use it. I want to be a chemical engineer and either work for oil and gas to develop alternative fuels or work in the medical field in research and development. I hate to sound like a materialist, but I still want a nice house, and be able to afford the things I want. Too many times we dream about what we want to do without taking the necessary steps to accomplish those dreams. I would love to say I want to live like Emerson and Thoreau and live the penniless, hippy life, but that doesn't fit my perception of my American Dream. I think dear old Walt Whitman said it best:

OH ME! O life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities filled with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renewed, Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me, Of the empty and useless years of the rest, and with the rest me, intertwined, Q: O me! so sad, recurring - what good amid these, O me O life?
Answer: That you are here - that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and YOU may contribute a verse.

My Dreams Are Ribbons, and I Sleep in the Breeze

I love words, love stringing them together and waving them around like ribbon, rolling in them like water and throwing them like rain, but sometimes I'm afraid I'll break them somehow. It's been my dream for a very long time to be a writer of books, fantasies, but I worry that I'll never be able to finish them. I never seem to be able to finish anything storywise.

Sometimes I look at the life I want to lead, and I see an exciting life full of adventures, things like bungee-jumping and sky-diving and mountain climbing. Other times I see myself sitting on the porch in one of those hammock-type swings, watching my little children play in the light of a golden afternoon. Then sometimes I see myself as a foster mom, teaching my foster kids how to make pots and write poetry and cook, showing them what a mom is supposed to be like (though how I'll know is really beyond me). How could I have such different dreams for myself? The only thing the same in any of them, the thread that runs through them all, is that I'm a writer.

I do wonder if I'll really ever be a good writer, or if I'll end up doing something else. I look at the few stories I've completed, and I'm not satisfied -- in fact, I worry sometimes that I'll be one of those people who can't write, but nevertheless decides it would be a lovely idea to publish a book, or a series of books. I hope not.

It's okay, though. Dreams to me are like water and air to other people -- they are my sustenance, and I thrive on them. But if they can only ever be dreams, at least they'll be my dreams, and that's enough for me.

Catching Dreams and Chasing Butterflies.

First of all I would like to say that I like this week's topic, It really got me thinking.

As a child I had the mind-set that anything at all was possible and the confidence to prove this to anyone. Then I began thinking of some of my childhood dreams...

The first of my dreams that I can remember was my dream of being an artist. From an early age, I have always been fascinated with drawing, writing, singing, painting, and pretty much anything to do with creativity.
The next dream I can remember was my dream of becoming a dolphin trainer. Dolphins were and still are, my favorite animal. I always wanted to see the ocean one day, and last May I finally got to do so. Although I highly doubt I will ever be a dolphin trainer, one day I would like to become SCUBA certified.
Another of my childhood dreams was to be a musician and to sing in front of crowds. I now have terrible stage fright. But I still love to sing. Mostly in the shower or when i'm alone in my car, and I'll keep it at that for now.
I have always wanted to travel, so this brings me to my next dream of traveling the world. I want to see things that most people never get the chance to see and experience things most people don't, and finally encounter people that most won't. I am a writer and have been for as long as I can recall. As I travel the world, I want to write about my travels and someday share them with a family of my own.
Which leads me to one of my more recent dreams of becoming a published author. As I said previously, writing is a large component in my life and one of my favorite things to do in my free time.
The list could go on but to name a few more, I want to make a difference, make my parents proud, find joy in life, and someday hopefully become a mother as incredible as my own. As the years have passed, my dreams have obviously evolved and have become somewhat more realistic. Although those dreams of becoming a dolphin trainer or a proffessional musician may never happen, bits and pieces of those dreams still desire to be lived inside me today. So for now, I will keep doodling in the corners of my paper, singing in my car, and chasing my dreams!

Thnks for reading all!

Daydream Believer and a Homecoming QueeeEEEeen

My dream ohh. my dream. Where do I start. I dont even know where start. There are just so many subjects that I would want to discuss. Lets see... my dream. Just thinking about what I want to actually write down is funfilled. Ohh.. boy this is gonna be good. Man, what to say for my dream... I want to live.

my dream

My dream is to have a nice house, not nessesarly a big house, but a nice one, a big family and and a great job were i can be happy every day. dreams can come true if you really believe. i have allways been told that and i will allways believe. but what is a dream though? a dream could be something when you sleep or what you want in the future so what really is a dream?