How did it go? The skit, I mean.

I'll begin by refering to my theater experience. I love theater, I sincerely do. I like acting, producing, directing, working with the sound, the lights, even the props. Though I won't choose it as a career, I've liked it since highschool. During all my highschool I helped out in the staging, the rehearsals and anything that I could. Hence, I learned a lot from that.

So, moving on to the real subject, the skit I presented with my group. So the theme was descrimination, a theme that has been in my life since junior high. I don't hate it, but I dislike it a lot.
Yeah, I might sound inconsiderate, I might be mean, but this is a theme that doesn't have any influence in my life, specially because I don't care about differences unless you try to force an opinion on me. Anyways, the plot was about how a TSA officer is being racist against a mexican that was going on a business trip. I was the racist TSA officer (FYI), and the lines that I had were lacking of motive, but I couldn't really nag about it. We didn't have that much enthusiasm about it, nor a good enough story for it. We tried making it fun for us, and were prohibited of doing so. At the end, the experience was boring, we didnt get to say all of our lines because the nerves ate my groupmates, but we managed somehow.

So, Trifles...I was never specified what exactly to compare about between my experience and Trifles. So I'm gonna begin with the plot summary. There's an investigation for the mysterious death of someone. Nothing about descriminating another person. Now, from what I read, it doesn't give fake feelings through the dialogue, unlike mine. Other than this, I can't really compare much with details. That's all I have for this one, thanks for your attention.

Social structuring| A ROOM WITH A VIEW

A theme in the book/film "A room with a view", is the social class organization. It isn't a main theme though, but it causes some problems. Just like in any society. So, in the story you can see how inside that society, each class is designated by how much money they have, and their ethnicity. Of course there's also the religion part.

Any ways, in every single society there's a social structure, so in every single story you read, tell, see and/or experience, you will see that the social structure is part of the setting itself so it will affect the story in some way. For example, in the story, the classes are seperated by the money they have. The rich undermine the hard working, there's the mind liberated that are looked down upon by the religious. A difficult one to understand sometimes is the tourists, they can be either high or low, but I believe that in the story they were looked down upon. 

Anyways, social structures are different depending on the geography, the history, the culture and the politics. The amount of value a person gives it determines how much it will affect the story, though in my society, Puerto Rico, it is not about looking down upon one another, its just that the medium class is the worker class and lives out of its money, the rich lives out of the medium, the goverment lives out of everyone and the poor is maintained by the goverment. Also, here there's no descrimination coming from the top, it comes from those under, because everyone wants to have success in their lives. 

To conclude, social structures create part of the setting and the story at hand. It has always been and will always be a present theme, because humans are based around those thoughts as of now.

Format Memory (version 2.0)

Forgotten

Like old leftovers, rotten.

Only the smell, is able to tell where you are.

But if you spread too far,

You will be… forgotten.

Deep and in thought, you’ve fought the thought

And gotten caught

In a slide that only ends

If you accept

That your life bends

Into calamity,

Breaks into insanity

And offers a remedy,

That you do not comprehend.

That you do not take,

But you kept.

You expect to kill the curse,

that blinds your view

With a mess inside your purse,

You use force

and go off course.

Crashed into a tree.

You could start anew.

If you could only see

Through different eyes,

Another sea,

With opened skies.

But here lies

The body of a man

That extends his hand

Reaching for a remedy,

That he will never take,

And because it’s too late,

He will be … forgotten.





Read while listening to this: Memento- Dos Brains