Six 6 Word Stories

You are right above; don't leave.

I softly merge into the sky.

Lilies silently chase away your worries.

I cry; don't leave me behind.

Sparkling ashes drift along your flames.

I know you are right above.

John Proctor, a Hero or a Stooge?

     When we define people, we must be careful with our words. Words have multiple meanings to different people and if we don't have the same understanding of a word, then what we mean could be mistaken for another meaning. An example of this is when I say John Proctor is a stooge in the Crucible. When I say stooge, you might think of a fool or idiot. I thought that when I first heard The prompt for this blog. But if you look at the dictionary definition of a stooge you get "a person who serves merely to support or assist others, particularly in doing unpleasant work." John Proctor does not fit the definition word for word, but he does serve/assists others. You see this when he helps his friends, being their voice when they are scared/unable to use their own. He does the dirty work, he stands up for his friends and the wrongly accused. John, in the end, helps his wife, sacrificing himself for her. He gives up his life for his friends and family. And when asked repeatedly to confess, he holds out until the end, and even then he maintains his name. But there is a problem with just saying that John Proctor was a stooge. The word stooge is a derogatory term, and John Proctor deserves something better than being called stooge. He might have served others but he did so with the best intentions at heart. He deserves to be more than just a stooge.  So I'll call him a heroic stooge.

There Goes the Neighborhood

     Have you ever had a new student join your class? Especially if they are from another country? Have you ever noticed how your classmates react? They bombard the new kid with all types of questions, "where are you from?" "what's it like over there?" "what kind of culture is over there?". And when we receive items from other countries or even other states we over hype it. Just because it's foreign we think that it is special. People are innately curious about new things. We see this throughout history. The Native Americans; when the Europeans first came over, they thought that the gods were coming to Earth. They valued anything they got from the Europeans. They traded their food and materials for junk, broken glass, plates etc. Sadly our curiosity gets the better of us at times, and like the old saying goes, "curiosity killed the cat."

   And it did. The Native Americans were nearly wiped out by the Europeans. By the time Christopher Columbus died, historians believe that he was responsible for the death of over half a million natives. Chicago has a population of around 2.715 million people. Now think of almost a 5th of that population is gone because of one man. One out of every five people you know are dead. Neighborhoods are literally gone, wiped out. 

     But what happens nowadays? Let's put this in to some context. Let's say a close-nit neighborhood in the suburbs, all of the same religion, all of the same ethnic roots. But what would happen if a new family come? A family with a different set of beliefs and a different set of origins. What would happen? Well a clash in culture of course. People don't like new things. Sure if it's little things it's fine but when a giant change occurs, people start to get tense. In school it's fine because school is a mixing pot of people, but when it happens so close to home, you start to become uneasy. The kids would probably get along fine unless the parents say something, but it's the parents who will have a problem. The parents have been living a certain way for a long time and when something disrupts it, naturally people become upset. They start to argue who is better or why others should change. They want the different people to be just like them. They criticize each other's religion. They bash each other's Gods, food, and  style choice. Of course, there are exceptions, they all pretend they're friends but we all know they talk behind each other's back.

    We saw this type of conflict with the Europeans and the Native Americans. The Europeans saw something different and decided that they should change. Both sides attacked each other, saying which way of living was better or whose morals are better. But, as we know, the Natives didn't win that fight.

Me

     Hi, I'm Victor Medina. I was the one of smartest in my class during elementary school and I always tried my best. Being Asian, my mom always told me to focus on school. She told me "school first, social life second," well maybe she didn't say exactly that but she always told me and my brother to focus on school. And I did just that; I focused and blocked out any distractions. Unfortunately that included friends. I wasn't that social as a kid; I would always keep to myself and therefore wouldn't have much friends. If it weren't for my mom I would probably wouldn't have a lot of my friends today. I know it sounds embarrassing and contradicting but that's how it was. I transferred to my elementary school during the first grade and was scared to death. My mom met another Asian mother and that's when I met my best friend. Our moms forced us to be friends, but it all worked out. I considered him to be one of my best friends even today. 

       Entering High School, I did open up a bit. I was lucky; being the only one in my graduating class to go to Whitney Young, I didn't know anyone there besides my older brother. I met one guy at lunch and we became friends. Through him I met other people and I opened up. I became more outgoing and talkative. Just a bit though; don't expect me to talk much in class, I hate being the center of attention. But I guess in order to do well in this class I need to learn how to speak well with and in front of others. I guess time will tell if I do well.