Final Reflection

Coming into this class I knew nothing about the Hulk. I didn’t know anything about how he got his powers, let alone his origin story about the abuse he went through as a child.  All I knew was when he became mad, he turned into a giant green superhuman thingy and could smash everything. As discussed in one of the articles we read for class, the Hulk really isn’t that much of a superhero.  The good things that come out of the Hulk are just a result of him getting angry. He doesn’t set out to save people or the world. It just happens. I’m glad that I was able to learn how he got his superhuman strength and where all his anger came from.  I feel like the Hulk can relate to a lot of people including myself.  I can definitely relate to the Hulk’s blind rage.  Sometimes I just get so mad and freak out so hard I don’t even know what I’m really doing. And then I feel disappointed in myself and angry that I let myself get to that state.  The Hulk let me know that some of the psychological things that go on in my head are not my fault. They are a result of passed down behaviors and learned behaviors that I have no control over.

I didn’t really have any preconceived ideas about any of the superheroes because I have never studied or pay attention to superheroes before this class. I guess a preconceived idea I had was that I always thought that Batman was a dark person. I’ve only seen The Dark Knight Rises so all my ideas about Batman were based off of that movie. It wasn’t until we started studying the camp-y Batman that I realized that all not all of his days were dark ones.  He has been a goofy and ridiculous character at one point so I thought that was pretty cool.  

Hero helped me confirm my beliefs and feelings about gay people. I really felt bad for Thom when he had to hide who he really was from the world.  I don’t feel like ANYONE should have to hide who they really are from anybody.  Nothing pisses me off more than when someone uses homophobic slurs when talking about a homosexual.  The ignorance and immaturity is sickening.

I think we could’ve talked about Hero a little more. I think the relationships that the league shared with each other was important and different.  Maybe we could of looked at each of the characters from a psychological standpoint? I just really liked Hero so I would’ve loved to talk about the book more.

The first few readings we did for this class have especially helped me to better understand the role of a good citizen.  Superhero moral duties and codes and what they stand for are guidelines that the human race should strive for.  The real life superheroes have showed me that we can take superheroes moral duties and codes and act them out in real life. Not to the same extremes of course, but we can still use the behaviors of superheroes to help real people in our communities.  I’d have to say that Superman is the best model for citizen. I mean he does stand for truth, justice, and the American way.  He was the original superhero and the first one to show us these moral codes that we have been studying. He fights for what he believes him and he will always be around to save us.

Reflection #10

Since this is an open topic post I’m not going to write about the articles we read or the movie we watched for class. I am going to talk about something rather unusual. Something I had never done before and something I may never do again. Not because I wouldn’t choose to do it again but because we won’t have to do it again for this class. I am going to discuss my experience when purchasing a graphic novel for our second analytic essay.

Friday, I brought my two friends Zack Kempf and Taylor Nania with me to Galesburg to go to the Alternate Realities comic store to purchase a graphic novel. I had pre-judgments of what to expect when I walked in there.  I figured I’d see a bunch of “nerds” wearing superhero t-shirts talking all about the most recent comic released.  I figured I wouldn’t relate to any of the people in that store and that I would run in there, grab a book, and run out of there.  When I got in the store I only saw one worker wearing a Captain America t-shirt.  I also noticed that the store had a room in the back where there were probably ten people talking, laughing, and playing a card game. I judged them.  When I began my search for a book I quickly began to feel overwhelmed.  There were a few bookshelves packed full of graphic novels.  I had no idea which hero I wanted to do and some of those books were over $30 and I knew I didn’t want to spend that much on a graphic novel.  I was just completely lost.  A nice man came over and offered his help.  I explained to him that I had to write an essay over a graphic novel that portrayed some broad issues that I could analyze. I also told him that I wanted a book that wasn’t too long and something that I could comprehend fairly easy because sometimes I have a hard time comprehending stories, especially ones that I’m not familiar with.  Another guy in the store heard me say that and he began laughing. It kind of pissed me off and hurt my feelings.  I was thinking, “sorry I don’t sit around a comic book store all day. Like go out and do something.” Again, I was judgmental.  I told the man that was helping me out what class I was in and he thought that it was the greatest thing he had ever heard. He had me tell him what superheroes that I favored then he gave me a couple options that he thought would work for me and my paper.  He gave me Batgirl and a Batman one. I really appreciated his help and was glad that he came over with a smile and eager to help.

Anyway, the moral of my story was that it was wrong for me to judge the store and the people in it.  It’s actually kind of cool that there’s a room where people can get together and do something they love. There are worse things that people could choose to do.  The guy that assisted me was really helpful and if it wasn’t for him I probably would have been in there for hours trying to figure out what I was going to do.  Being an avid superhero fan is part of a huge culture that more people should appreciate.  I choose to spend my time going out and drinking with my friends, watching TV or shopping. These are things I enjoy doing.  They choose to spend their time reading comic books and playing comic book and card games with their friends.  These are things they enjoy doing. It’s wrong for me to judge that culture, their lifestyle, and what they like to do.                   

Reflection #9

I live in a town where there are a lot of problems. You name it, we got it.  There are homeless people, jobless people, drug dealers, lots of crime, vandalism, murders, etc. The list goes on.  I live in Galesburg, Illinois and I am not proud to be from there.  If I had to choose a problem and try to combat it I would probably try to just clean up the town.  There are many “eye sores” in Galesburg.  Every other building is vacant and falling apart.  Windows are busted out, doors are missing, and the grass is so tall it tops my head. People live in once beautiful houses and don’t take care of them.  You wouldn't be able to tell that some of the ginormous Victorian houses were once beautiful pieces of Galesburg’s rich history.  All I want is for Galesburg to be that beautiful place again and a place where people want to live and raise their children. I want Galesburg to be a place where businesses want to move to so we can have more jobs. I would knock down all the eye sores in Galesburg and plant nice grass there that would be better to look at than broken down buildings.  I wish this could happen for my home town but unfortunately the town is getting worse and worse.

My costume would be constructed out of some sort of germ proof material where bacteria couldn't reach my skin.  It would need to be durable too if I was going to be messing around with old buildings. It would probably be kind of like a jump suit that mechanics wear and it would probably have to be plastic.  I would need to wear thick, rubber boots and a mask that would let me breathe but wouldn't let bacteria in.  I wouldn't need the mask for identity purposes because I wouldn't mind if the town knew that I was the one cleaning up the place.

From the movie, I feel like I identify with Zetaman the most.      When I help people out, it comes from a very genuine place. I don’t do it for a major personal benefit. I do it because it helps others out and the self satisfaction part is just an added bonus. Zetaman does not hand out food and clothing for his benefit.  His does it to help out his community and stay active in his community and that is what makes him special. 

Reflection #8

My brother and I have an unbreakable bond. We talk about anything and everything and we do not judge each other.  I trust Tim with my life.  A huge part of our relationship is built on trust.  We tell each other things that we don’t want anyone else to know and trust that they will stay between the two of us.  Tim and I know a lot of things about each other that our parents do not know.  There are the rare occasions when Tim and I get in a fight and sometimes our secrets come out to our parents. For the most part though, our secrets stay between the two of us.  Tim has had some problems in his life.  He’s been mixed up with, I would say, some wrong crowds. He’s done some illegal activity in his life and it’s affected our family, especially me because we are the closest.  His behavior has affected his grades and our relationship.  There are times where I am just so mad at him that I start crying out of anger.   At one point I couldn’t stand it anymore.  I was genuinely worried about him, his grades, and his safety.  I was bawling my eyes out and let my emotions tell me what I should do.  I knew that if I was bothered by what was going on I needed to tell my parents.  So I did.  I was worried about what they say and what would happen to Tim but mostly I was worried that he was going to hate me.  Long story short I talked to everything out with my brother and he for sure doesn’t hate me.  Our relationship is stronger than ever but I definitely tested our moral code with each other.

Imagining myself with a mutation that does not allow me to pass as a homo sapien is kind of scary to be honest.  I can imagine that I would feel isolated an alone.  I imagine getting a lot of stares and walking with my eyes on the ground. I am the first to admit that I have several insecurities already so having a mutation would be really hard for me. I feel that I would not embrace this exterior mutation.  If there were others out there with mutations like me I would probably try to band together with them. They would become my family.  I would use then for advice, support, and friendship.  Hopefully people with exterior mutations in our world look to the X-Men and know there are others like them who will offer their support, advice, love, and friendship.

If I had a mutation that would allow me to pass as a homo sapien I think that I might enjoy it.  I could still walk around with confidence and have the same life style as any other human.   I wouldn’t have to endure stares, thank god.  I don’t think that I would become a superhero with the tights, cape, and all that stuff , though.  I would just assist humanity in smaller ways whenever I could. It is way too much responsibility being a superhero if it’s anything like all the superheroes we have studied. 

I’m not sure what mutant I identify with the most.  Probably one that has a mutation that allows them to “pass”.  I have all these things about me and all these qualities that are hidden on the inside.  Not everyone gets to see the real me because I either don’t have the opportunity to show them or I just don’t want to.  I know being a good friend is not a mutation but it’s a big part of my life.  I don’t always show everyone because I don’t think that some people deserve it but when I do show someone that quality it’s very important  to me and it’s something that I hold dear to me.

 

Reflection #6

I would like to think of myself as a creative person.  All my life I have loved to take art classes, especially art classes where I make things with my hands such as ceramic and sculpture class.  When I was a child it was very easy for me to be creative.  It's wired in a childs brain to be creative I think. Maybe there is just more room for children to be creative because they dont have a bunch of other stuff on their minds like grades, work, and what they were going to do with the rest of their life.  Like many of my classmates, I had a strong imagination.  Also like many of my classmates I played the whole jumping from couch to couch because the floor was made of lava.  Like I have mentioned in a past blog post, when my mom would come home from the grocery store with plastic bags I used to put my arms through the handles and jump of the couch like it was a parachute. Another time when I was creative was when my childhood best friend and I used to flip garbage cans over in the yard and jump over them like we were in track because we couldn't wait until the 6th grade when we were able to join track and field.

I have definitely had to tap into the creative side of my brain a time or two when I was in a rut that forced me to figure out a solution.  My story is going to sound really silly but I was for sure creative.  A few years ago I had a hamster named Nibbles.  I kept her in a cage in my room and I had to put a lock on the cage door because she could lift up the cage door.  I went out with my family and thought that I had locked her cage.  I was wrong.  I came home and she was not in her cage.  Immediately I start to freak out and begin searching the house for her.  As I am looking in the basement I hear a scaping sound coming from the pipes that line our basement ceiling.  These pipes were the furnace pipes.  I am really freaking out at this point and have no idea how I am going to get her out. Then a lightbulb goes off in my brain with a brilliant idea.  I grab the vaccuum out of the closet and shove the long tube suction attachment down the vent in my living room and as Nibbles walks along the pipes and eventually gets close enough to the vent, the vaccuum sucks her up. Then I pull her off of the tube and she is 100% okay.  Told you my story was silly but my creative idea worked!

Superheroes must tap into their brains and think on their feet sometimes in order to save the day. In the Avengers movie, Tony Stark had to be quick and think on his feet in order to keep a missile from hitting New York. His plan wasn't really creative but it involved fast thinking and huge sacrafice.  He decided to grab ahold of the missile and personally take it through the portal to the other universe.  Thankfully he survives but without his fast thinking, New York would of been blown to pieces.

 

Reflection #5

When I was asked to pick someone close to me and tell them that I truly appreciate and care about them, I knew right away who I was going to pick and that was my best friend Jordyn. Jordyn and I have been good friends since we were 11 years old.  Over the years we have had our ups and downs but we always come out as best friends at the end of the day.  For as long as I can remember she has always been there for me whenever I needed to cry, laugh, or just flat out bitch about something.  I've never had anybody else who I could share my darkest secrets to who I knew wouldn't blabber them to anyone else.   She's one of those friends that I can just drive around with for hours and blast music and we would just being laughing, having the time of our lives.  We don't always need to be doing something to have a good time.  Jordyn listens to me and givse me advice.  I value her opinions and cherish our friendship very much.  I let her know all these things yesterday and it felt really good.  She knows I love her and would do anything for her but I never really told her.  Honestly it was a little tough to start off with when I began telling her all of this because I didn't know what she was going to say.  She didn't have to say much but what she did say was enough for me.  She gave me the biggest hug and thanked me. She told me that she feels the exact way about me and that she was glad that my professor gave us this exercise.  She told me that she loved me and that she would always be there for me for whatever, whenever and that we were going to always be good friends no matter what life brings us.

I am super glad that I was kind of forced into this scenario by Dr. Harrison.  It gave me a chance to say some things that I wouldn't normally share with my best friend.  It reassured our friendship and reminded me that she is always there for me and that I do have a friend that really cares about me. All this is making me miss her and want to go and see her again, but it's okay because I know whatever tries to come between us, distance or whatever, will be pushed aside because or friendship trumps anything.    

Reflection #4

Pt 1:

It's my sophomore year of high school.  My three best friends and I decide to sneak out the first day of our winter break to go hang out with some of our guy friends. It was one of the foggiest nights Galesburg has ever seen.  We end up and Lake Story, a local park in my hometown of Galesburg. After hanging out there for a little while we decide to head out because it was getting late and we didn't want our parents to get suspicious. There are six of us in a five seated SUV.  None of us have our seat belts on and we are blasting the music.  The driver was trying to show off by driving too fast and cutting corners sharp.  Just as he was turning onto Log City Trail, he loses control and the vehicle begins spinning wildly heading towards a deep creek full of water, trees, and other debris   All of a sudden Wonder Woman comes flying in out of nowhere, fast, beautiful, and blonde! She grabs a hold of the SUV and with her super strength, quickly stops the car from rolling down into the crick.

Now this story would have been ideal if Wonder Woman would have came in and saved the day but unfortunately she did not.  We did roll into the creek and all came out a horrible mess with branches in our hair, clothes ruined, and tears running down our faces but we all made it out alive and well thankfully.

Pt 2:

I experience nostalgia frequently I feel.  When I'm writing a huge college paper or studying for finals, I long for the days when school was a walk in the park.  In elementary school all I had to worry about was taking naps or being able to name the capital of each of the fifty states. In junior high all I was concerned with was whether or not I would make the volleyball or basketball team every year. In high school my worries were my friendships or making the cheer leading squad.  Now I have all sorts of things on my mind. Am I going to find and internship, will I ever figure out my career path, will I ever find the right guy for me.  Maybe I had it too easy growing up and now real life is kicking in.  Maybe thinking about this past time period will remind me that I need to get my butt in gear because life isn't easy when you start getting older and I must work for things in life or I won't get anywhere.