"Do Seek Their Meat From God" Blog

Human and animals are the same. They seek food in order to survive in this environment. The survivor is the winner, and the losers die. If the panthers, the wild animals from the short story " Do Seek Their Meat From God", had eaten the boy instead of being killed, there would not be sympathy for the child. In the other way, there would not be sympathy for the panthers as well if they were killed. The panthers were only intended to look for food because they wanted to survive, and there was nothing wrong with eating the boy. In this world, it is either someone is going to kill or to be killed. The story tells the cruel theory of survival in this world and states that there is no mercy for the loser in the competition.

Secret Love

Whenever I see you,

you are the shining hot-scotched sun.

My heart pounds continuously and

I don't want that feeling to stop.

Please don't think that our love will not become true,

even if we can't see the future.

You're like a cloud which seems so far away yet so close

that I desperately want to touch and feel.

I just want you to love me only.

If I were her,

I would never leave you out of my sight.

I won't say any childish or selfish things like her;

I don't need anything else other than you;

I am not scared of anything because I love you more than anyone else does.

If I were her,

I would have treated you more nicely.

Even if something is about to happen,

Even if somethingis about to separate us,

You are the only one I love eternally.

Blog Post #1

            I would prefer the physical work. At school, I sit in the classroom and listen to teachers, just like every other student in school. In addition, I also go to extracurricular classes. Therefore, I don't do much physical work in a week. Physical work is essential to health. When health is in a good condition, there will not be illness and the immune system will become stronger. When I was a child, I could catch cold easily, and I often visited hospital. Having a cold was like living in hell although many people think that they can rest at home and watch TV. Yet, it was not like that in reality. When I was sleeping, I coughed so much that I was awake all night. It was painful to be sick. Therefore, I prefer the physical than the sedentary since health is important more than anything else.

TKAM-Jem's Journal

July 14, 1941

            It was unfair! Tom Robinson was obviously innocent and Mr. Ewell was the real person who tortured her daughter behind this case. Yet, Tom was charged as guilty. I began to know and understand there was always a dark side. Because of one’s skin colour and his background, everyone would think the Niggers were all guilty even if they had not done anything harmful. People with black skin were also human, and they were supposed to be treated fairly like every white people. The judge knew that Tom was innocent; however, he sentenced him because he was black. I thought the sheriff should investigate more about this case since there were too many things that were not clear.

            I often thought why grown-ups make one simple into something that is complicated. The Niggers were the same as people in the daily life, only they had a different skin colour than other people, but that did not mean they should not be treated fairly. This world that everyone lives in was not perfect, just like people had said before; there are always unfairness and the dark side of people.  

TKAM-Jem's Journal

April 08, 1941

            I was stuck with Mrs. Dubose, the mad, old lady, for a month reading stories to her. That suffocating month passed away, and Scout and I did not see her afterwards. As Atticus announced the news of her death, I was happy with her death and thought that she finally died, and I would not need to hear mean things from her anymore. Atticus told us her illness and those times that she was fighting against her agony; I began to feel pity for her. I was astonished that she left a candy box of camellia for me before she passed away. I was moved and I was regretful saying rude things behind her back and cutting her camellia.

            How could she just leave the camellia to me and die? If she had told me her illness, I would have been very nice to her. For a moment, I hated myself for being rude to her and asked myself why I could not be nice to her even for just one second. All those times that she was fighting against her pain were not easy, and she still acted as if nothing happened to her. I guessed she did not know how to express herself well and she wanted to be strong. I kept her camellia and went back to my room.  

TKAM-Jem's Journal

February 19, 1941

            How could Mrs. Dubose be so rude to my father? I didn’t mind if she had said anything mean to me and Scout, but she could not be rude to Atticus. Although she had said those kinds of things many times, I acted like as if I didn’t hear them. Yet, this time my patience was at its limit. I was angry and I could feel my blooding boiling inside my body. My madness had taken the control of my mind. I was so mad that I cut the tops off every camellia bush that she owned. I finally calmed when I was finished cutting. That made me feel satisfied, and my revenge was done. Scout was watching me the whole time. I was afraid she would tell Atticus or Mrs. Dubose, so I yanked her hair and threatened her not to tell on me.

            If Mrs. Dubose was around my age, I would have beaten her with my own fists so badly that she would have two black eyes. I even imagined the moment she was running home and crying. I couldn’t do anything because she was a senior and that made me feel that I was useless. I didn’t understand that why children have to respect elders and listen to them. Like Mrs. Dubos, a person could not take her madness. Yet, as being a descendent of the Finch, I had to respect elders as well as other people and I had to be polite with others. This time, I didn’t regret. I could not let anyone ruin Atticus’s reputation and his image.