Hypocrisy

     When I was in high school, I was a part of the color guard and winter guard. The team was made up of typically sixteen girls and two of them were our captains. Morgan Mosley was one of our captains and was pretty strict on us. She was in the same grade as I was and was captain for three years straight. She was always a really good performer and got even better as the years pasted. The guard looked up to her since she was one of the best on the team. We had many rules and guidelines that we had to follow when a part of the guard. We were not allowed to be on our cell phones during practice, eat nor drink while we were in uniform, and could not change in and out of uniform while on the bus rides to and from our competitions. Here and there, some of us would slip up and break some of these rules. Morgan would sometimes catch us in the act. She would get onto us for not following the rules and then look down upon us for it. As the years past, I got to know Morgan better and we became pretty good friends. I spent more time with her at practice and during our show days. She was always our strict captain that kept us in line, but I started noticing her faults. I would catch her texting during practice after just getting onto someone for doing the same thing. On show days, I would see Morgan eat food while in uniform. She even changed out of uniform on the bus ride on occasions as well. It made me think of all the times she yelled at the team for doing the wrong thing, while all along, she was doing the same thing. It certainly made me resent her at times.

Tattoo Idea

        When I was younger, I didn’t think I’d really care for a tattoo. Ya, they were kind of cool, but I wasn’t really sure if I really wanted one. My grandpa hated them though. He made me promise him that I would never get one. I loved my grandpa, so I made the promise. My grandparents also loved my sister and me very much. They bought us anything and everything. My grandpa was at every single softball practice, and he also came to every game along with my grandma.  They supported us in any way they could. Sadly, they both passed away a couple years ago due to two different sicknesses. They were high school lovers and were happily married for 52 years. I miss them so much and wish they were here to see me graduate, get married, have children, and live my life. They were such nice and generous people. We called my grandpa Luckie because he said he was the luckiest grandpa when my sister and I were born. He loved telling everyone jokes; he even wrote them done on a piece of paper so he could tell them to people throughout the week. When we told the ladies at the pharmacy that he had passed and would no longer be coming for his prescription, they were heartbroken and cried. One day I went to the bank and the teller recognized my last name. She had remembered the last name belonging to Marge Etterman, my grandmother. She worked with her at a different company many years ago. It blew my mind how she remembered her. It just showed how much of a great woman she was. It makes me wonder if I’ll ever be like that. Will people be able to remember me in ten years by just seeing my last name on a sheet of paper? I looked up to my grandparents which makes me want to get a tattoo dedicated to them. I would get a four leaf clover, resembling my grandpa Luckie, with a red hat on it, resembling my grandma since she was in the red hat society. I know I promised my grandpa I wouldn’t get one, but I want a tattoo that resembles them so they will always be with me. I don’t know where I would get it though. My sister and I want to get it done together. We were their first grand children and they were the only grandparents we really had. I want to be just like them to my grandchildren; I want to be someone who people will always remember.

Troy Maxson Racist?

     In August Wilson’s story, Fences, Troy Maxson would be considered the main character. The play starts out with Troy complaining about his job as a lifter for a garbage truck company. He grumbles that the white men are the ones that get to drive the trucks and do not have to do the heavy lifting like he has to do himself. The blame for this is put on his boss. He rebels against this racial practice by protesting the restrictions the black employers have in the company. At a first look, this makes Troy come off as racist. He is irritable about his boss making his job have racial differences and in a way segregated. Later, he goes on talking about how his son Cory will not be able to be recruited into a football team. His reasoning is that the ‘white man’ will not let Cory get anywhere with football. He puts the blame on the ‘white man.’ Again, this makes Troy look a bit racist. Some may take this as racism, but I do not believe Troy truly is racist. Yes, he does put blame on white men for multiple reasons, but he does not show any kind of hatred towards them, just frustration. Troy is mostly just upset with the ways the white men have upon black people. He feels they control them and do not give the black community any chances. The time setting that they are placed in definitely conflicts with the segregation issue. In this time period, black people did not have the same equalities as the white people did. This is why Troy is having a hard time with his boss and with white men in general. It does not make Troy racist for being aggravated with this situation but it can make it appear that way.