Week 6
6) Life Choice: Is This My Tradition? [Categories: Life Choice, Making Connections]: Please complete the following:
Introduction The Lottery is a story about how silly it can be to keep some traditions going, in the story everyone from the town must pull a piece of paper from a black box, when Mr.Hutchinson pulls the piece with the black dot on it he nominates his family to all pull a paper again, his wife Mrs.Hutchinson pulls the paper and the town in soon upon her, and stone her to death. There are some traditions like this that we still have today that I will be talking about in my blog. Are there any American traditions that share similarities with the lottery tradition in the village? In the lottery the reason for their tradition seemed to be lost. The original paraphernalia for the lottery had been lost long ago and the replacement box that they currently use is beaten down, splintered, and fading, and stained. This box has been in use longer than the oldest man in town. The box represents how the tradition of the lottery as a whole. It seems that no one knows why they take part in this tradition every year. Except that the older people in the town claim that its a tradition that must continue. Las Vegas Strip massacre, Orlando nightclub massacre, San Bernardino mass shooting, Washington Navy Yard shooting, Newtown school shooting, Aurora theater shooting, Virginia Tech massacre. The list goes on and on. Much like in The Lottery, America has some traditions that aren't necessary such as gun violence. I understand that we United States citizens have the 2nd amendment, and have the right to do so, but maybe it's time to add more regulations to the amendment. The laws for guns in this country could be compared to the box in the The Lottery were at a time they had to use wood chips, but how they changed it to paper, due to the change in population and how the community advanced altogether. we've advanced in our society where we don't need the same laws, and traditions. When have you made an important choice to break away or not break away from a strong cultural tradition you shared with a family, friend, or culture? It's Saturday night! time to drink soda, play video games, or sleep over a friends house, and stay up to till the sun rises. That's how I remember my elementary school years, but it wasn't always like. Saturday nights use to mean it's time to crawl into my little twin bed so that I could be awake by 7:30 AM. Shortly after the sun rises my mother would attempt to wake me and my bother up. After about the third attempt we knew its time to get up and hurry to get ready. Time to find the "nice" shoes that were handed down from my oldest brother Tom, that he handed down to Ryan, that Ryan handed down to will, and then finally Will handed down to me. I had to get to find my pair of khakis, and the same red button down shirt I was forced to wear every week. After my mom tied my tie for me it's was time to leave. All 5 of us crammed into my moms silver Toyota Camry, being the youngest I'm forced to sit in the middle again where my legs are mushed together with no room on either side, after the ride we get to our destination, being late as always we walk through the giant stain glassed doors, and are greeted with a crowd of Singing and everyone turning there heads to see who's walking in late. My mom would have us cram into the first booth that had room for all 5 of us. After sitting and standing for what felt like hours it would finally be time to leave, we all crammed back into the tiny car, and returned back to the house, When we got back to the house I told my mom I do not want to go to church with you anymore. She started raising her voice saying "You HAVE to go!" "but, I don't want to go anymore" This continued for hours, until when next Saturday came, and I decided to sleep out at my friends house for what felt for months until my mom realized what I was doing. She later had a talk with me and told me that it's okay, you don't have to go with us anymore.
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Zun
10/9/2017 06:01:32 pm
I know how you feel about being youngest among siblings as I also am the youngest. I also had to wear the old shoes and clothes that older siblings used and get rarely new ones. Great job, Don. Heart touching story for the youngest. I support your story.
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