Friday, January 9, 2009

O.R 17

For Christmas, I got a book I have waited for to come out. The Tales of Beedle the Bard by J.K Rowling with extensive commentary by Albus Dumbledore. For those of you who have read all the Harry Potter books, you'll know that in the seventh book, Hermione recieves this book from Dumbledore (in a manner of speaking). At first she is quite confused as to why he would choose to give her that book because it is a collection of stories that are told to young witches and wizards. It is as well known to witches and wizards as Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty are to muggles(people without magic power). In the end, it ends up being quite an important element. The first story was called The Wizard and the Hopping Pot. It was about this wizard whose father had a magic pot. It provided remedies for the entire muggle town. When the man's father died, he decided to discontinue helping the people of the town with the magic pot. So one day, a woman came to his door and asked him to heal her granddaughter who had awful warts. As soon as he had turned her away, the pot began jumping on its brass leg and started sprouting warts. The wizard continued to ignore the people of the town. With each, the pot took on the symptoms of the townsfolk, jumping on its brass foot the entire time. Finnally, the wizard gives up and begins to help everyone.

O.R 16

So I finished "It's Kind of a Funny Story". It was an alright read, I didn't love it though. The thing that kept me reading was all these interesting people that this boy meets in an insane asylum. Underneath these people's odd quirks, you can see that they are sane. This led me to ask myself... Who really are the sane ones? The people who are constantly trying to hide how they feel and change who they are just to fit in. Or the people who express themselves, no matter how weird and don't care what others think. Who decided that the people who are different should be dubbed insane and cooped up in a mental hospital? Maybe WE are the ones with the problems. I do realize that sometimes people can be a danger to themselves and to others, but aren't we all really? We are constantly putting people down with our cruel words, and we critisize our bodies and how we are which can lead to severe problems. So, with that said...Who really is insane?