Hello True Believers!!!!
Ok, so here's where I compare my life to the stores we've read. I'll take "A Rose for Emily" simply because I was raised by my grandparents. I'll not get into the details because honestly those details are still being worked through by me and my family. That being said. I respect the way that the past can be held onto by some simply because that is all they know.
While going through elementary school I always felt apart from my classmates but on par with my teachers. I'm not talking about the lessons they taught. They were as hard for me as the rest of my classmates. But the way that everything was delivered. When the teacher cracked a joke or made a side comment about something I identified with them way more than my fellow classmates. In that respect I felt like and I recognized that I saw things from a different time. It was hard for a while. My freshman and sophomore years were a struggle. My juniour and seniour years were better as I learned to acclimate.
After high school the temptation to hold onto the past plagued me yet again. Once I joined the Air force I met each new person with the same perspective that I learned from my grandparents and was not challenged while in school. This resulted in a racist, narrow minded outlook on the world. What I quickly discovered was that you are surrounded by people that at the end of the day have the same needs, wants, dreams, emotions as you. This is where I and the story divert. I saw men and women from far differing cultures and upbringings than me work with me towards a common goal. The first was graduation from basic training but that was really a shallow taste of what I saw for the next twenty years. I learned that no matter what I brought with me in the way of history or "culture" the world is always changing and if you don't recognize what really matters in life then you will get left behind just like Emily did. Sleeping with the dead remnants of a past reality.
Ok, so here's where I compare my life to the stores we've read. I'll take "A Rose for Emily" simply because I was raised by my grandparents. I'll not get into the details because honestly those details are still being worked through by me and my family. That being said. I respect the way that the past can be held onto by some simply because that is all they know.
While going through elementary school I always felt apart from my classmates but on par with my teachers. I'm not talking about the lessons they taught. They were as hard for me as the rest of my classmates. But the way that everything was delivered. When the teacher cracked a joke or made a side comment about something I identified with them way more than my fellow classmates. In that respect I felt like and I recognized that I saw things from a different time. It was hard for a while. My freshman and sophomore years were a struggle. My juniour and seniour years were better as I learned to acclimate.
After high school the temptation to hold onto the past plagued me yet again. Once I joined the Air force I met each new person with the same perspective that I learned from my grandparents and was not challenged while in school. This resulted in a racist, narrow minded outlook on the world. What I quickly discovered was that you are surrounded by people that at the end of the day have the same needs, wants, dreams, emotions as you. This is where I and the story divert. I saw men and women from far differing cultures and upbringings than me work with me towards a common goal. The first was graduation from basic training but that was really a shallow taste of what I saw for the next twenty years. I learned that no matter what I brought with me in the way of history or "culture" the world is always changing and if you don't recognize what really matters in life then you will get left behind just like Emily did. Sleeping with the dead remnants of a past reality.