To finally be embarrassed by the crazy things we've done
Be just like our parents, responsible and bland
No risk, no excitement hey let's get it while we can 'cause"
Listening to this song, I remembered seeing the movie "Best Friends" with my parents when I was about 10 or 11 years old. I remember my Mom being SHOCKED at the concept of a couple taking a shower together!
A few years later, I went looking for Mom and couldn't find her ANYWHERE! Daddy was in the shower and I knocked on the door to ask if he knew where she was. Mom popped her head out from behind the curtain. I said, "Oh, there you are. I thought Daddy was taking a shower." Suddenly, his big bass voice bellows out from the shower, "I am!" Mom got this stoopid grin on her face and they both started giggling like teenagers! I was so dumbfounded and utterly speechless (a rarity for me in those days) that I completely forgot what I was gonna ask her and just ran out in a humiliated huff! Their laughter followed me all the way to the other side of the concrete block house. I pretended to be furious to the point of not speaking to them for about an hour afterwards... but secretly, I was thrilled! What kid DOESN'T want to see her parents in love and acting like twitterpated bunnies in a Disney flick?
I thought that kind of love was my birthright. Hell, my grandfather had a prescription for Viagra and threatened to carry my then 80+yo grandmother up the stairs to ravish her! Now, I'm trying NOT to imagine being their age... and alone.
On the bright side, what I still have from them is the knowledge that age is nothing but a number. I can act whatever age I feel in my heart! The trouble is finding others to share in my adventures. I don't fancy becoming a Cougar, but so many of my friends seem content to just grow old.
- Current Music:"Some Mistakes" by Brad Paisley
May the love they have for each other help guide them to a better life-love than mine.
According to this woman, there was really only one "right" answer to this question, especially if you are ever asked it in an interview. "I would be an Oak," she said, and went on to describe all the employment-worthy traits, both real and imagined, that an oak allegedly possesses. I barely recall a single word she said after that. I was struck by the insincerity of it all. Why ask such a question if there's only one right answer? And how many times does an interviewer need to hear that same answer before s/he realizes that the candidate is lying? And if I were ever asked that question, what would my true answ.....
Heh... that didn't take long. Why Mesquite? As a Native Texan, I grew up climbing Mesquite trees and scarfing Mesquite barbecue, so the tree has a special place in my heart, but in what ways are we similar?
The Mesquite is often misunderstood. Most know it merely as a scrub-brush... not a real tree, but that's because they've only ever seen the small ones. True, a young Mesquite is weak, scrawny, spindly and not all that attractive. It's also rather unpredictable and seems to pop up EVERYWHERE like a bad weed! Few survive to prove the cynics wrong.
Those that do, however, grow wide and tall with strong, handsome, resilient limbs and beautiful, lacy foliage obscuring nasty thorns. I've heard stories that the thorns can be poisonous, but having been scratched by them more times than I can count, I think that's more of tall-tale told by Texans to keep Yankees away. Each Mesquite seems to branch in a direction and shape unique unto itself, formed by some unseen master, or by the individual will of the tree, alone... who can tell? The one in my front yard was shaped like a hand reclining backward from its wrist -- you could literally walk right up its main trunk several feet into the air, if you had a good running start. No better jungle gym was ever created! Texan children of all ages, from toddler to crone, have explored the branches of the Mesquite, hopping, swinging, bouncing on its limbs, ducking this way and that to avoid thorns and reach greater heights.
The Mesquite provides sustenance for both man and beast. Bees gather nectar to produce Mesquite Honey which, I've heard, has a distinctively pleasing flavor. The beans feed wild animals, such as coyotes. Fermenting beans are like crack to cattle. Dry bean pods can be harvested after dropping from the trees, then ground into flour or boiled for jelly. If picked at the peak of ripeness (light brown, not yet fallen), they can be used for Mesquite Wine. Candies, puddings... the list goes on! There are rumors that the leaves of the Mesquite can be used as the basis of some traditional medicines, but what the Mesquite is best known for in the Southwest is the flavor its wood gives to Texas barbecue. Hickory smoke ain't got nothin' on Mesquite!
So, if ever I were asked that question during an interview (and I do hope I am, someday), I will give my inquisitor an answer s/he would never expect:
I am a Mesquite. I'm much more than, at first, I seem to be. My outer beauty hides fierce defenses. I am strong, yet resilient, versatile, adaptable, unpredictable, complex... and I have a lot to give.
One of my favorite songs, performed by Pink, goes, "Don't Let Me Get Me!" I relate to a lot of the emotions expressed in that song, but for the most part, I've always "gotten" who I am. It was everyone else who couldn't "get me," just like they couldn't "get" my name. If you know my name, then you know me.
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(Written in 2002 for English Comp I at North Lake College. Assignment was to write about your name(s). My professor asked if she could keep a copy and use it for future classes as an example of a well-written essay.)
+ What's the significance of the title?
Jerry’s mind is bound to wander back to younger, if not better, times – most of which were devoted to herding longhorn cattle.
+ What role does the setting play in the story?
The house on the prairie gives an impression of being far removed from everything else. Sure, there are neighbors nearby, but they are unavailable. Jerry is out of reach and far above all help for that Saturday night. His prison may be a gilded one, but it’s a prison, nonetheless.
+ What is the main character's conflict? Not just the physical, obvious one?
Jerry’s mind is full of ideas. His heart is full of compassion. Yet he cannot follow-through with his thoughts and concern, so he tries to distract himself from his current situation. His efforts are unsuccessful because he cannot physically remove himself from the situation, so he then tries to come to terms with it by looking over at Berta May. Round and round he goes with this, trying to find some comfort, some way out, some solution, but eventually all he can do is wait to be rescued, himself.
+ The writer is an art lover. How does that translate into his writing if at all?
The writing was very visual. The descriptions were long and quite detailed. You could see him paint one word-picture after another and you felt like you were right there in the tub, on the horse, etc.
+ What are we to make of his dream?
Our dreams often mirror the stresses in our lives. They help us dissect our problems and process them so that they do not destroy us. Obviously, death was a huge issue for Jerry at that time. Perhaps the whore symbolized the desire he felt for young Berta May – a desire that was now, in more ways than one, deceased. Finally, I think the part with the cattle and the quicksand was emblematic of his inability to rescue the helpless girl on the floor, as well as a representation of his loss upon her passing – like a part of him had been ripped away.
+ What does the story say about getting older?
Jerry’s body may have gotten old and crippled, but his mind is as sharp as ever, as young as always. That is why he reminisces so about his days as a cowboy. They weren’t fun, in retrospect, but they were exciting and just the very act of being YOUNG was full of pleasure and exhilaration. Most of us wouldn’t trade the wisdom age brings us for the virility of youth, but when we were young enough not to know better, waking up every day was an adventure.
+ Talk about the story's last line.
Jerry cared about the young woman who took care of him. There was nothing he could do to save her, nothing more he could do for her upon her death, accept give her body the respect and priority she deserved. I think he was also feeling ornery, like if he couldn’t get himself out of the tub, he’d just die there. He may have also been feeling guilty to have lived so long that he could no longer take care of himself, while his very young caretaker, a young lady who SHOULD have had her whole life ahead of her, lay dead on the bathroom floor. Perhaps he simply preferred to sit there and mourn her passing a while longer.
Write a two-page (about 500 words) essay involving one of the pieces we've looked at so far (story, film, song).
Your goal is to make a clear argument about the story's "meaning" (remember no morals of the story or how we should live life; just how life "is.") and how a particular character in the story illustrates it. Then PROVE that argument with an organized essay that uses examples from the piece to prove your point. Please don't "stack" quotes. After using quotes explain why they made your point.
I'm looking for a strong beginning, middle and end. Open in an interesting manner. Stick to your main argument. Find a creative way to look at the piece.
The comments below were based on the following links (the last three are videos):
Would that more places in America would learn to compromise the past with the future! We’re pretty good at combining various cultures and adding their distinction to our own, but we often forget to incorporate the charm and assets of the past with advances into the future.
I found it ironic that English is to India what Spanish is to America – without it, finding a job is getting harder and harder. As things currently stand, Spanish is still not quite an absolute necessity here, yet, but it is definitely past the point of being merely “nice to have.”
I was struck by the comment regarding the poor becoming immune to disease due to their constant exposure. This fact may very well assure their place in the future evolution of humanity. I wonder if the rich and powerful ever think about that? Maybe it’s better for everyone if they don’t!
I was fascinated and encouraged by the story about the children’s bank. I have often thought that America does its youth a disservice by denying them accountability until the age of 18. If more of our pre-teens and “tweens” were responsible for making and managing their own money, perhaps they would avoid deadly temptations such as drugs, violence, crime, gang-membership and casual promiscuity. I know my family’s financial problems helped keep me away from such things.
Finally, I was not as shocked and dismayed by the babies-off-the-roof story as other may be. So long as there have been no injuries from the practice, why ban it? If it ain’t broke… A little risk is good for everyone – perhaps this ritual lays a foundation for future risk-taking that may lead to a better life. Maybe the fear and excitement is good for the heart. Certainly, studies have shown that gravitational forces are good for the development of infantile brains – that’s why babies LOVE being thrown in the air and toddlers twirl around and around until they get sick. Most primitive habits have beneficial motives and science has surprisingly backed these up. Still, if it were MY baby they were throwing off the roof… I think I’d need a doctor!