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.