Last One

Taking English 1102 with Dr. Perry has been one of the best experiences of all my freshman year. My last English class I took during the previous semester was boring and dry I’m not sure if it was because the professor was more focused on the basics of putting together an MLA style paper than he was focused on creativity. In contrast Dr. Perry’s class is based on creativity in the ways that she allows her students to have “free writes”, always stops to take the opinions of her students on specific topics (and respects their points and views), also project 2 allowed us to think outside of the box and express ourselves.

The books that I read this semester for her class were all excellent reads. They all were written from the perspective of people of color which made them even more comfortable to read. I loved how I could relate to Danez Smith, Jen Cisneros, and Michelle Obama. These books taught me so much more than I was expecting and moreover this class and the topic it is based on taught me about spacial justice which I had no idea was a thing. Who knew an English class could teach you about spacial justice, LGBTQ+ issues and so much more social matters?

I really enjoyed the structure of the class from the grading system, to how the course flowed in the way that Dr. Perry more so talked to you rather than at you during lectures, and all the projects were a delight to do.

I like the idea of blogging for a class I got to see how other people felt about each project we were working on. The only thing that went wrong is towards the end I and a few other students couldn’t post on the big because of technical difficulties.Dr. Perry took the time to relate with her students and understand their minds. She’s very respectful and conscious of many social issues. One thing in particular that comes to mind is on twitter someone reprimanded their professor for using the n-word for and I quote “instructional purposes” in comparison when reading a poem that was 60% just the n-word from Don’t Call Us Dead Dr. Perry skipped over them without even thinking twice. Also though that was an obvious thing to do, I appreciate how she took the time even to go the extra mile and say why she was not going to use that word due to the history of oppression behind it. All in all, she’s a great professor who shows her passion for educating and I enjoyed taking this course.

Bamboozled movie review

For my movie review, I watched Bamboozled because I had never watched a Spike Lee movie before and I can honestly say it was the worst first impression of all time.

It was not until I went to research more information on Spike Lee I found out he is known for his over the top controversial productions that usually consist of exaggerated satire based on race relations and colorism the effects of media on modern everyday life, urban crime, poverty, and political issues.

 In my film review, I said, “this particular film makes the viewer question if satire can be taken too far.” I questioned this because the movie had black people doing black face in it, white people saying nigga, and so much racism. I was stressed out while watching this trash and I could not watch another movie because I was halfway through watching it and I wanted it to be done in time for class the next day.

Daymon Wayans performance in this movie was terrible he looked like a sad impression of Mr. Peabody, Jada Pinkett-Smith’s acting had no dimension it was just dry although she was the one person in the movie who made sense half the time. At the end of the movie Sloan (Jada’s character) ends up killing Delacroix (Daymon’s character) because her pro-black brother ends up getting murdered by police for murdering her boyfriend who was a blackface actor. Long story short that scene was supposed to be tragic but it ended up being a mess it was hilarious bad acting the worst I’ve ever seen from Jada seriously go back to the last 10 minutes of the movie don’t even watch the whole thing just the last 10 minutes, and you will wonder what were they thinking with this movie.

My First Ever Written Mental Breakdown

There’s no doubt about it to the average student college is hard, it’s stressful, and it puts a toll on the best of us. My Freshman year of college is almost over, and at this point. I feel like I want to give up and I don’t know, make money in a way my parents would never approve of. All jokes aside I often wonder when this hard work will pay off? When will I actually feel like I’m going somewhere in life? I can’t drop out because I’m a first-generation college student and everyone’s eyes are on me plus with me having an island mother and a Nigerian father there’s no way in hell I could ever fix my mouth before them to even at the very least say “gap year.”

Think about Megan Thee Stallion even though she’s one of the most popping female rappers right now she’s still in college and continuously fighting for her degree, that’s inspiring. Did you know Kim Kardashian goes to law school despite being a multimillionaire and being married to Kanye West also another fellow millionaire? Plus get this, Beyoncé wished she went to an HBCU and based a whole historical performance off HBCU culture. If all these powerful inspirational millionaires crave education why can’t an average joe like me do the same?

In all honesty, I would really love to drop everything going on in my life and start my own business. I would love to be a self-made billionaire, but there’s also a side of me who wants to help, heal and treat people like the doctor I should be. I wish I could do both at the same time, but as soon as I get home, I’m so tired that all I could do is sleep and the days that I don’t have class I work a full-time job to support my household.

Is there a thing called the freshman jitters? Because boy am I scared for my future, my mental health, and physical wellbeing. I feel like I’m having a mid-life crisis and I’m only 19.

Dropping out is not an option because I would never forgive myself for making a few assignments that I can’t wrap my head around ruin my future. I also not only want to make my family proud I too want to be proud of myself, I want to be able to say I did something finally, I want people to hear my name and feel inspired.

Thank you for reading my written mental breakdown.

About My Project

My digital project is about cancel culture and how celebrities respond to the repercussions of being canceled.

Cancel culture is a term that refers to the phenomenon of “canceling” or ending all financial and other forms of support one may have typically for celebrities and political leaders on due to most likely past remarks that may be racist, homophobic, colorist, or sexual assault.

I realized that often when a celebrity or a well known person gets called out on something problematic they said in the past they often say that ever since then they’ve grown so they should be excused, I feel that they should take responsibility for their actions and not just brush it off and say “I was 15 so it doesn’t matter”. Most celebrities do not understand how this is offensive to people because through the problematic remarks were made in the past that does not change the fact that at that point in time it offended, triggered or effected someone.

Ironically grown men and women do not know how to apologize properly so for my digital project I created a website that includes lessons on how to maneuver the stages of being canceled. The lessons include emotional support, how to understand where people are coming from, and how to get back onto the road of restoration.

Why This Book Right Now

Becoming by Michelle Obama is one of those books I would give to my future daughter to read while growing up my mom mad me read some her favorite books, and I learned many things from those books such as confidence, self-worth, and how to deal with reality, etc.

Michelle’s book exudes the topics of being a black woman in America, love, confidence, reality, racism, what home is to each of us, grief, and spatial justice, etc. These topics are fundamental for all people of color to understand. Many people of color find themselves accommodating and excusing racism in their communities, such things known as “black cards” that give a pass white people or non-afro Latino people to use the n-word around black people they are friends with. This form of being racially uneducated is dangerous in our society it allows white people to believe that the n-word is just slang for a friend and to forget the negative and oppressed history behind the word.

In many places of the book, Michelle talks about what it means to be a black educated person in America, how you must have thick skin and high confidence in your day to day life. Many young black people doubt themselves and even at times turn to self-hate in accordance to their skin color and how they get treated for being black in a way this book can show young people of color that they are not alone and how to navigate life easily.

This book is also beneficial to non-people of color a majority of the time racism is desensitized in their communities and when being educated on specific racial issues they tend to be ignorant or condescending this book is not one of the first books to be written in this form, a form that allows the reader to see life as it is through the eyes of the writer. The tone of the book isn’t too severe, and it does not outright scream “racism is bad,” but it takes Michelle a true genuine black woman’s feeling and perspectives into account which makes non-people of color bound to think about racism and how it affects people around the world

Upon reading some of the comments on Amazon for this book a few of the top comments were rude, out of order and made little to no sense in my opinion I feel that if someone rushes through this book and does take the time to reflect on each chapter after it is written it may seem dull or dry. I find this book to be very insightful, tasteful and a breath of fresh air, it is in my opinion of the best books I have read.  J+

Becoming By Michelle Obama Review

Michelle Obamas Becoming is a coming of age story that begins with the story of a young black girl who lives on the south side of Chicago and her journey to being the first lady of the white house.

A lot of the experiences that Michelle has are very similar to those of my own. In chapter 3 her cousin asks her “How come you talk like a white girl?” which causes Michelle to feel as if she didn’t fit in with her own people, I have experienced many moments similar to that one in particular over and over like a stuck record.

Chapter 6 resonates with me deeply it is the chapter in which Michelle goes to college she’s first hit with how different the population of Princeton University is from what she is used to. As I mentioned in my chapter 6 summary in addition to the stress of being the only black kid around the majority of the time Michelle found it difficult to come to grips with being a college student. She truthfully spoke about taking a theology class that she barely passed but the needless to say she tired her best to earn the best grades she could and get through college, this reminds me of myself now in my second semester I am still struggling despite my past well off academic performance. Michelle admittedly saying that her first year in college was not easy makes me feel less like in doing everything wrong and suddenly I don’t feel as much alone in this journey. As a child of a two immigrants I always felt the pressure of my performance in school representing my family, my culture, and where I am from to Michelle Getting good grades was not only an accomplishment but it was also an accomplishment for the south side of Chicago and even at large a win for all minorities “If in high school I’d felt as if I were representing my neighborhood, now at Princeton I was representing my race. Anytime I found my voice in class or nailed an exam, I quietly hoped it helped make a larger point.”

Becoming is a wonderful read that allows me to look into the mind of one of the most powerful women in America and realize in many areas of our lives we share a few similarities and that puts a bit of hope in my heart concerning my future.

Don’t Call Us Dead Review

Danez Smith’s anthology Don’t Call Us Dead highlights the political, LBGTQ+, HIV/aids, and police brutality issues in the black community that he himself has experienced and paints a picture of.

During Smith’s online reading he speaks about how in many places in his book the idea of black boys being able to be free is brought up a lot, the poem Dinosaurs In The Hood highlights this idea so strongly. Smith speaks about how the first scene of a movie he created in his imagination should be “a little black boy…playing with a dinosaur on the bus” he then goes on to say “don’t let Tarantino direct this in his version the boy plays with a gun, the metaphor: black boys toy with their own lives the foreshadow to his end… no one kills the black boy, no one kills the black boy”. To me, those parts of this poem screamed how society wants black men to be seen as strong, manly, tough and to have no tears to cry hence why a white producer would let the opening scene to a made up movie about a little black boy holding a gun.

Smith talked about how black boys are not allowed to be kids they always have to be seen as the head of the household, cis, and misogynistic. Black men are not allowed by the people around them to be fluid with who they truly are, they are not allowed to be “soft” or show expression or to be happy. This also applies to the LGBTQ+ issue in the black community where black men aren’t allowed to be gay in peace and Smith highlights how even though their family still loves them there is still a piece of them that is not loved and is not accepted  one of the poems he read that touches on what I feel is him speaking about what it was like to be black and either come out as gay or HIV positive to his relatives and what  their reactions were to it is Every Day Is A Funeral & A Miracle. In the poem, Smith talks about how his mother in a sense thinks he is dead and is burying him herself saying “I miss you so much, my sweetest boy.” I think she’s saying  in this poem she misses the old him before she knew he was gay and HIV positive Smith even goes on to write about how he did not want his grandmother to know he is gay and HIV positive:

 “My grandma does not know,

so do not tell her

 if you see her with this poem

burn it,  burn her

burn whatever you must

              how do you tell a woman

who pretends you are just

              having trouble finding a wife

that once, twice daily, a man

enters you, how your blood

smells like a hospital, graveyard

              or a morgue left in the sun

Although I have not finished reading this book in most parts it seems like Smith is literally in a way illustrating his feelings and thoughts in the most beautiful ways in his interview he states that many poems in his book are about him and took some time to be written due to the sensitivity of the topic and the harm it could have on his mental health.

Joelle-Marie Obi English 1102 Introduction

Hello English 1102, My name is Marie, and I’d like to share a little about who I am with you all! I’m from St. Thomas (an island owned by the United States) so I grew up with a heavy island influence, I’m also Nigerian (NAIJA FAMILY!), and I grew up in Florida for most of my life. I remember there being a lot of culture in Florida it was just a melting pot of people there were Jamaicans, Antiguans, Puerto Ricans, Jews, Hattians, Cubans, Africans, and more many types of people who all got along. No matter who you were in Florida you knew that the people around you cared and had stories so similar to one another, that’s where I grew up, I grew up around love and care.

I remember sitting on the living room floor one day, I was about 15 years old, and watching a news story on the murder of a beautiful black boy named Trayvon Martin. Hearing his name till this day still brings involuntary tears to my eyes. Trayvon Martin was a young black boy whose life was wrongfully taken from him. His death, in a way, opened my eyes to see more than just love and care surrounding me. When I saw the man, who had killed Trayvon my heart ached. George Zimmerman, the man who took a youths life on no good grounds, was a citizen of the formerly known as loving and caring community of Florida. Sure Miami out of the whole of Florida has some of the highest crime rates known out of the whole state but what George Zimmerman did wasn’t processed in my adolescent mind as a “crime” it wasn’t just another gang shooting, or the occasional robbery. It was different, I have seen channel seven news cover so many crimes in one day, and they all brushed over my head but this one wasn’t just the regular everyday Miami homicide, it  was more than that, in my mind it meant war. Not a physical war with guns and grenades but a war of the mental. I didn’t know Trayvon, but I remember the day I saw his mother on television mourning the loss of her son I too broke down as if he were my own brother. That was the day I sat down and read my history, did my own research and realized being a black woman or man in America is like living without breathing or feeling, it’s like you’re being stifled, or covered from head to toe with a million boulders and rocks. Numb, I felt numb to sum it all up. Everywhere a black person goes in America they will experience some form of racism, discrimination or hate. Whether they’re applying for a job, in school, at home, in restaurants, at stores, on the street, in an office, even if they were the president of the United States it is impossible to be free as a black man or woman in this country.

To help ware off the numbness that started to settle into my bones I began standing up for myself when I felt wronged, I called my friends out on discriminatory things they’d say. I spoke to my family members who seemed to be blind to the state of this country and how we have to navigate everyday life, I put “Pro-Black” in my twitter bio, I shaved my permed hair off to let my crown of curls grow, I read a little about my history every day, I started buying from a black business every Friday, I completely changed my mindset and views of this world. I changed what being black meant to me, being black means to be proud to me today, my features resemble my Nigerian ancestors, their bravery, and beautiful souls were passed on to me and rile through my blood.

Even though I had changed so much about me, I want everyone I meet to know I stand for more than just being black, I am a feminist, I am an LGBTQ+ ally. I am also a supporter of #BLM, #metoo, and so much more. Because I care, caring for people is something that has always been a part of me it’s the reason why I want to be a doctor so I can help a wide range of people in this world in more ways than imagined possible.

As a black woman in America I may never be entirely free but as said by Nelson Mandela “Education is the most powerful weapon you can use to change the world.”. I will take my degree in biology to then earn a degree in medical school and with each passing semester I will continously collect all the knowledge I can get to then help change the world and to show impressionable youth that no matter where you are, no matter the color of your skin we all can be free someday.