Peter Beinart’s The Incarus Syndrome: A History of American Hubris engages the reader in his comparison of America’s leadership to old Greek Mythology. Specifically, in Greek Mythology, Incarus is the son of a craftsman, Daedalus. A story of hubris or fail ambition, Daedalus crafts wings made from fathers and wax for his son. The father tells his son not to fly too close to the sun, for it would melt. Incarus began flying modesty but, as he became comfortable, began to flying higher and too close to the sun. Beinart compares this tragedy to American leadership who rarely fly with modesty but, rather, with overly ambitions tendencies.…
David Foster Wallace made an excellent Kenyon College Commencement. Rather than the boring conventional speeches, he came up with the idea of telling the students about the reality i.e. what is going to happen after this youth will come in the real part of life. Instead of giving students a crap of what amazing things they are going to do in future, he makes them realize the dark aspects of future. Not only this, but he also provides a solution to handle that situation. Wallace explains about the boring aspects of adulthood. He explains what is it like when someone has responsibilities on his shoulders. The thing that he focusses on is what we think and how we think. Our thinking has a direct effect on our lives; if we have an optimistic approach then things would get easy for us but having a pessimistic approach would do nothing but make us more frustrated. According to him, the way we perceive things matters a lot. For instance, he talks extensively about the boring routine and the supermarket stuff. The way he makes a scene in our minds about how one can gets mad on all the things he has to go through while driving to home from work. How one can get angry about others’ driving, the children crying, the long lines in supermarket and even about the gas guzzler SUVs. But his purpose of creating this scene in the students’ minds is to tell them not to be frustrated by this stuff but just relax and enjoy life. Have an optimistic approach towards life. The fast driving might be because someone’s child needs doctor’s help or all the people in the long line might be feeling same or worse than him. Everyone could have a long, tired and frustrated day.…
I had a horrid day at school all because of my teacher Ms. Caroline. Ms. Caroline told me to tell my father not to teach me any more; it would interfere with my reading. My dad didn’t teach me anything. I tried in telling her my dad don’t have the time in teaching…
6. The Dominican- American Convention and the issue of economic sovereignty- In 1907 America stared helping Dominican Republic out, they were not independent anymore. D.R started following the sdic since they were not stabled and owed plenty of money. The sdic had a ratio of 50:45:5 50% was house collected in the country, served by the bank of N.Y. 45% was to put in the Dominican Republic treasury. 5% was to pay the u.s government/administrative. Dominican Republic did not have no more freedom since U.S took over.…
Death is such a hard feeling to describe. How can you possibly describe the feelings of loss and emptiness? Unless you have experienced this yourself you cannot truly understand. Because John Updike’s poem “Dog’s Death” (1953), also speaks of the loss of a family member, his beloved dog, I lost my Dog to death and he was part of my family, one of my children.…
Everyone was sitting in their assigned seats, clothed in their cap and gown anxiously waiting for the speeches to be presented. I was looking around the stage to see who was chosen for the class valedictorian, but I couldn’t seem to spot out Henock or Asal anywhere. The principal was the first to give out the welcome speech. He presented a few awards and gave out some words of wisdom to the present senior class. Finally, at the end of his speech he announced that it was time to name our senior class’ valedictorian. Everyone moved around their seats anxiously trying to see who would be honored with this great achievement. The principal then surprised us with a statement none of us expected. There were to be two valedictorians honored this year because of their outstanding gpa and wide variety of extracurricular activities. Henock and Asal both gained the winning spot that they were each competing…
Who changed my grade? Why was my grade changed? I am trying to improve my grade not make it worse. What can I do even though I perceive that the instructions of the assignment given were not clarified well enough in class? This is really discouraging people from claiming anything. I want to move on and I do not think that the behavior being enforced here is the right thing to…
Me being the impatient but helpful person I am I said “yeah sure”. So I moved this little box that any kid in my class could have easily moved outside of her moving it herself. She stopped what she was doing at her cabinet and she showed me my final exam grade and it said 89% B+. A surprised me began smiling excited that I would pass the class with almost a B average for the year. She looked at me and said “T, you are smart. You have given me 40% effort and still somehow you still have managed to pass my class, I struggle dealing with students who are incapable but try hard every single day and you don't show me any effort and still manage to do have a decent grade…” “Why are you afraid? You are easily one of the most gifted students I have encountered and you show no effort?”. I just sat there lost and confused and wondered how she knew and wonder why I had wasted all this time not living up to my full potential, I had let my fear of failure keep me from being the best student I could be. I now look at it and regret the decisions I made in the past. Everyday i have learned to allow myself have higher expectations than I have before. There was a lesson in what my teacher said to me and I will…
This was very frustrating, for both myself and my teacher, because at the time I was in a school for early and rapid learners. My second grade teacher had tried to convince my parents to remove me from the school because I did not “belong” there, but I knew I did. After all I had passed the test, just as every other student, and was awarded acceptance into the school. To this day I am still very thankful that my parents did not remove me from the school, because it helped me grow into the person that I am now. Being in a very competitive environment, academically speaking was very…
I take full responsibility for why my grades slipped and because unsatisfactory. There is no one else to blame but myself for not being able to control my emotional state during a time of terrible crisis to the point where I could maintain an acceptable G.P.A. For that I am sincerely sorry because I feel that I have let many people down, including myself.…
Mrs. Snyder passed tests out and flipped mine over when she placed it on my desk. I flip over and read the paper. It says “PARENT CONFERENCE MONDAY NIGHT AT 7:00 PM.” I looked at the grade and my heart dropped, it was a F. I hear the bell ring and I was so mad at myself I just put my test away and stomped out of the room. That night, I heard my parent’s car pull in after school. “I have to show them, I have to.” As they walk through the door, I hand my test to them and explained what happened. I felt my heart drop and felt total regret for what I did. “I’m taking your electronics away!” my mom yelled, “Go to your room. Think about your imprudent decisions!” The whole house was quiet that night. It was Monday morning, school is back already. In 1st period, Mrs. Snyder announces that there will be a new unit test next monday and there will be a study guide passed around today. Mrs Snyder comes next to my desk. “Here is a chance to redeem yourself. Don’t forget about the meeting tonight.” That night, my parents drove to the meeting. That was the worst 45 minutes of my life. They came out furious and had faces of disappointment. To my luck, there was no lecture…
I walked in on the first day of freshman year, not knowing what the school year held in store for me. I had no idea what classes and teachers were assigned to me. We went to our first period, which for me was Geometry. The bell rang and came second period. My schedule said "Public Speaking," but I did not have a clue on what that was. I began to get tense and anxious because surprises are not my thing. The teacher walked in and said, "Hi, welcome to Public Speaking. You'll be learning how to speak in front of a large group of people. We will be reading speeches and also debating against one another." My heart dropped. I started to get even more edgy. All my life before freshman year, I struggled tremendously to speak in front of a class. My…
Mrs Peters announces, “You have fifteen minutes to study. As soon as the timer goes off I will hand out the test and talking will not be permitted or it will be an automatic office referral and a 0% on the test.” I begin to panic because I realize that as soon I look in my folder for my notes to study over, I realize that I left them on my kitchen counter. This makes me feel even worse about the situation. Now, I was sure that I wouldn't be able to do well on the test. I think at least I didn’t forget my calculator. I wait until the timer goes off. Mrs. Peters begins to hand out the tests and I start to dread how well I will do. I then am handed my test. I look through the test and recognize some problems that I know how to do. I read through the test and begin to work out and evaluate problems. I am beginning to get distracted by the quietness of the classroom and listening to the tapping, the clicking of the clock, and cough or sneeze every now and then. After I begin to get off topic I always remind myself to get back to work and to try to focus. I begin to near the end of my test. I feel pretty confident that I am doing pretty well. I did not expect this feeling. Then, I finish up, look over the test one more time, and I raise my hand so that my test can be collected. Mrs. Peters comes by and takes my test and gently smiles at me and pats me on the back. I sit and wait until everyone finishes their tests. Soon, everyone…
It was the last month of July, a couple of weeks before my middle school years ended. I was very anxious because of the idea of leaving my school where I was comfortable with everyone, where my circle of friends were what I looked most forward to when coming to school every day. The day I was going to graduate came closer and closer, I hated how the time was ticking by so fast when I didn’t want it to. I had spent the last 2 years with the same class and teacher, my class mates were like brothers of mine. After all, it was the last time I was going to see my friends Raghav and Karanbir. Weeks flew by as fast as the wings of a humming bird; it was only a few days before the big day, graduation day. As expected the day had arrived, on my way to the banquet hall I felt my head filling up with bizarre scenarios of how it would be like in high school with new teachers, older people and new faces from different school. When I got out of the car I made my way through the main foyer, the banquet hall was decorated so distinctively, I felt as if I were a boy down the hall way of the Queen’s castle ready to be awarded as a Knight. As names were being called to step forward towards the stage, I heard the principal call out “Shreelesh Kaliraj” and I got up with great pride and walked cautiously bit by bit towards her. When she handed me the certificate I was as proud as a father who had just seen his child walk for the very first time. The certificate was 8x10 inches made from stiff hard paper; it had my name written in clear bold letters in the middle of the certificate with a shiny elegant sticker right beside. I quickly walked back to my seat knowing this was the last time I was going to see my close friends, at first I was feeling down due to the fact after this day we would all go separate ways to shape our future but I couldn’t let that thought ruin the entire day for me because at the end I knew meeting new people and making new friends was part of…
One fateful night at a Boy Scout meeting, when we were holding elections for the highest position within the troop, I stood in front of my fellow scouts and delivered my speech. I had practiced for hours, writing and rewriting my speech and meticulously perfecting every sentence I had written so that it would blow all others out of the water. I had let many people proofread it, each having very little to say on how to make it better, yet that night, I could not get over my nervousness. I was dreading the moment when I would be called upon, and when I was, I immediately thought, “Why am I doing this? There is no way I can do this, there is no way I can do this, there is no way…”…