This Tuesday November 1, 2016, I was tasked with picking the location that my E- Sem class would take place in. Originally I wanted to take my class to Taft Garden, which is located behind Canaday garden in sunken land. Inronically though, at the time it seemed unfortunate that one of my classmates chose that exact location before i had the opportunity to, but this led me to plan the meeting ofour class to take place in New Dorm. I chose this location, because New Dorm, which is now two years old is the newest dorm on campus, and many peopl, still have not had the opportunity to visit or even step inside New Dorm.

**I'm being really open here and doing a lot of work to contribute. so if you read this, please keep an open mind. and sit with the thoughts a little to really understand where im coming from**

hi everyone,

And Daddy would chuckle. Pat your cheek. He was always as shy with his love as you were ferocious with yours, but even if its expression was tentative, the fact of his love was absolute. Then. So what the fuck happened? It wasn’t your fault! you wanted to cry. It was just life, filtering into your prattle at the supper table, that so offended him, and how were you to know? You’d always shared what you’d learned in school, playing teacher even then, telling him all about the Pilgrims, for example, or how the telegraph was invented, or the names for the parts of a flower. “Pistil, stamen, stigma . . .” He’d frown with concentration, repeating the names after you, slowly, as though he’d never heard them before. “And what does a stamen do?” he’d prompt, pretending to be confused.

Not a fan of this picture. So she doesn't look like a young, skinny, able-bodied woman, should she feel bad about that? It makes me think of the idea of "becoming disabled," where you embrace your diasabled body and your non-ideal looks, even when society doesn't normally. This image makes being old/having a wheel chair look like an undisirable thing that no one could possibly want.  

RUth Ozeki, in her novel All Over Creation, did not create a fiction narrative with a hidden eco-crazy agenda, rather she created a story about life. And in that life the world is involved. She is honest about the farm narrative. Its not that she was forcing eviromental theory but it is part of the story. It is, as our class would say, the "identity" connect to the characters. The intersection of enviroment and idenitiy is called in play because it has an impactful role in the lives and the wellbeing of Lloyd, Cass, and many of the others. The themes of the novel play on daily life and to create a story that is raw in emotion as well as raw in its adaptation. The is not scapegoating the truth that GMO, Pesticides, and economic are pivital to the setting of the novel.

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Guavas. Macadamia nuts. Mangoes. Made their three thousand acres of Russet Burbanks seem downright dull. She sighed. Cass could not imagine paradise." (31)

Farmwork is extremely hard work. And even with developments in technology it still remains laborious and difficult. For Cass, I think much of the beauty of the eviroment has been drained out of her way of thinking and she no longer see it. The enviroment play a large role in her life but her idenitity no longer connects with it.

There are many things that I want us to read. I would like to teach my own class, and pick books because I love books, and the hole some feel could be filled if we read the right books and thought different thoughts. I am very tired and I have many books for us to read. We should stop reading a book per week, and instead read a few, and have supplementary texts, we could spend time on ourselves. We should be reading "the wretched of the earth" and "black skin white masks" WITH "the book of salt" wow, what beautiful thoughts could be thought. if only. I do not have the time to make scans of these books so I apologize. This morning I was reading some things that make me cry, but fill me up, I wish these courses could do the same. I am not a professor but I want to be one.

Well, what do we say right? we are sitting in this weird circle of what I will called annoyance and i'm not even sure if thats the real word for it.  i am over the 360 outside of working on the project at hand, I am always counting down the days to Moniques class and our friday time as that seems the most useful. I am tired and drained when leaing the class and am not following or understanding what the learning objectives are for the other two classes. I, have not be afriad to be wrong ut that has always been met with " fear", "worry" or " hesitant". i have never been under the impression that I would be coming into the space as anything other Nyasa, black girl in the class. it is annoying that we keep getting to this place of trying to seperate our selves from something that is not.