Blog #6

It is a little hard for me to understand the characterization of Jim, and here is some of my understanding of Jim. I think he is kind of a guide of Huck; he leaded Huck and open Huck’s eye to see a world that Huck has never seen. He is not only showing the life of slavery to Huck, but also the readers. We are not in the story, but we also can get the massage from him. I think Jim is kind of like the characters in the minstrel show. He has the things that a black slave should has—deeply believing in the life they have, but also having the wanted to run away from it. He is warm-heart, and he is a very loyal friend for Huck, just like a father. He made Huck know a lot and learn a lot.

Blog #5

The US is a big “family” as it has different races of people in it--different cultures and structures seem across together in this society, but they also seem like repelling each other. In culture which be created within this complicated relationship of the races, a word is amazing me—color people. Although in today’s society, lots people speak for the different races, but I believe, there are still some people deeply and surely think that there are only two kind of people in this word—the whites and the colors. I did not have the experiment that someone treated me badly as I am a Chinese, but I did hear the news that some people have been treated badly as they are the color people. I also have heard two color people talking about the race. One of them is native Indian, and the other one is a black people. From the talking between them I can feel that they don’t think the white people treated them equally, and the native Indian even still thought that the white people are evil. I know the confliction between two races should have some reasons are from the history. But things have gone is gone, why we can’t build the family that we now have get together?

That's My Job

This is a chance that god gave me to understand the meaning of “the sweetest burden”, and also let me to know and see what I used to be and what I should be…
I did not know anything about a “family”, because I am the only child in my family. My parents did every thing in our family life: they paid the bills for everyday used, they brought the food for all meals, and they decided what to do and where to go in a weekend and so on. I even didn’t know how much my school fee was, as my parents would pay for it, and that was nothing with my business. The things I did for my family were poor. Might be for some weekend, I helped a little to clean up the house; might be in some day, I helped my mother to carry some food on the way back home from the market. For the most of time, I just did my own things—read some funny books, did the homework, shopped with my friends, or had a day dreaming in my bedroom. My parents took a good care of my life, and I did not have to worry about anything.
But things have changed since we immigrated to the United States. As my parents only knew a little big of English, and they couldn’t communicate with the other people normally, the “family” things turned in to my life. Day by day, I began to understand that a “family” is not easy to take care of. Although I don’t have to do the whole household by my own, the other family things keep my busy. I have to keep the entire bill due days in mind in order to keep all the things working in home; I have to go shop the food in the list my mother gave me so that my mom can cook for the lunch and dinner. If my parents have a decision to go somewhere in the weekend, sometimes I should be the driver so that we couldn’t get lost. Also I have to know my fee for schools, not only study. That’s a big changing in my life; I was from doing a little thing for home to become to do the most of things for home. I am busy now; almost as busy as my parents used to be. I do not only have to take care of my own life, but also the life of my family—of my parents.
Changing from a person who was taken care by somebody to a person who has to take care of someone make me think a lot.