I wish I could know that we’re all coming back to this class after the semester, but I know that only some of us are. Of all my classes, it is 201 who has created the most intimate atmosphere. Although I prefer college to high school structurally, it is refreshing to have a class that maintains that feeling of comfort that high school had. The discussions in class this week were very enjoyable. Talking about religious subjects can be both good and bad. Some find the topic to be touchy and offensive in some cases, but sometimes, you are able to sense the religious enthusiasm someone has just by their points brought up in class. For instance, Adam appears to possess a love for religion and conveyed this with his excitement and use of personal text as opposed to the book. Devin offered her opinions on the topic of temptation v. sin showing that she is serious about her religion as well as applying it realistically. The topic of temptation v. sin was one that I brought up to the class saying that you must be sure to differentiate the two. Earlier this semester, I attended a church service at Grace in Noblesville with my R.A. Sarah. That idea, temptation v. sin, was taught in the service. I appreciated that teaching because it makes Christianity so much more encouraging once you realize that it is not always able being the ideal believer but attempting to be an ideal believer. I whole heartedly believe temptation is not wrong; it is natural, but pursuit can be very wrong. This parallels to the everyday concept of thought v. action. Thinking something is not the effector, but the action causes a reaction. Whether you are a spiritual person or not, I think that is an essential concept to keep in the front of your mind. Actions may speak louder than words, but they shout in comparison to thoughts.
Journal #14
Malia Manor
2 December 2011
Dear Adriana,
I greatly enjoyed your critical essay comparing and contrasting Greek and Roman religion and culture. The idea obviously paralleled to Honors 201 very well, but it also expanded upon what we have discussed in class, and I found that very helpful. I would use your paper as a source of furthering my knowledge and answering questions I may have regarding Greek and Roman Mythology.
The bulk of the paper discussed religion and the process the Greeks underwent to establish a belief system that correlated to their opinions and lifestyles. I found it very interesting that the Greeks did not concern themselves much with the thought of an afterlife because they believed everyone, in one way or another, ended up in the underworld. Therefore, they were moral and well behaved merely to appease the gods and be granted good fortune while living. Also, their gods were not omnipotent, or all powerful; therefore, they did not have the ability to toy with a person’s destiny. I did know they were not all powerful, but I did not register that they had no effect on one’s afterlife.
According to the essay, The Greeks idolized their gods more than Romans. This can be seen through artworks. The Greeks displayed their gods as predominantly beautiful, powerful, and exceptional whereas Romans portrayed gods as more regular. They also did not characterize the gods’ faces for they did not bother with detail and unnecessary artsy-ness but focused on more propelling and “practical” things like engineering.
The paper lacks some organization, but as I explained in my editing, I think mapping out the essay would be efficient. Number each paragraph, label it according to subject matter, and then rearrange the essay so like paragraphs are more in order and supportive of each other. That will assist the reader in following and understanding easily.
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t was a pleasure editing your work.
Journal #13
Malia Manor
18 November 2011
Like most of Ball State’s campus, the art museum has a more gothic style. The building appears very large especially because the exterior is all one color; therefore, the building appears endless. To me, the building does not give off warmth but a monumental, inaccessible feeling. Outside the front entrance there is a quote welcoming guests. It says: “Gracious Living is the Finest Art” and “For Art is the Nature Made by Man. To Man, the Interpreter of God.”
The art in the sculpture court conflicts, but it also shows the guest that there is a variety of art within the museum. The modern hanging piece, although beautiful and probably my favorite feature, does not resemble the sculptures and seems not to belong. The floors and walls in the sculpture court are very bland. The wall and floor become one because there is not a color change to separate them. This, again, causes the building to seem very vast.
The sculpture court leads into rooms of solid, warm color. This causes the guest to become excited as they step into a new room, not only because of the art but because the warmth of the room is pleasing. The colors help compliment the art and create a mood. The color scheme often depends on the type of art. If the artwork is extremely detailed, the color is more simplistic. Less detailed art is supported by the colorful backdrop. The majority of the artwork is displayed on the second floor, and you are repeatedly surprised that there is more beyond the art because it seems like the room ends, but there are hidden realms filled with art.
I really enjoyed the bottle cap piece in the sculpture court. I found that piece to be breathtaking, and I was surprised by its being made from something so common. I found that the element of surprise and uncovering art was reoccurring during my experience, and I think that is the point of the museum. Because of how the art is placed, there is not a real pattern; each picture is supposed to be a surprise and a new idea in comparison to what is beside it. The architecture of the building also created that experience. Instead of walking around and looking at art, the guests are walking around and discovering art.
Journal #12
Malia Manor
11 November 2011
I found the debate-like conversation this past Wednesday quite intellectually stimulating. Often times, students' opinions disagree and presenting an intended argumentative atmosphere allows students to speak more confrontationally without feeling out of line or offensive. Also, I think the material provided by The Aeneid lent itself to debate. The strongest topic was whether Aeneas was correct in his actions towards Dido. There is a fine line between doing the right thing within a relationship and being a jerk. I think the class clearly came to the conclusion that Dido reacted unreasonably to the news of Aeneas’s departure; however, the class did not resolve whether Aeneas acted like a jerk or justified. Today, I made this comment in class and I would like to reiterate as well as expand. Although we are not provided with insight into the emotional spectrum of Aeneas, that does not mean that the intense feeling were not mutual. He was simply able overcome the struggle because he was in control of the situation. Aeneas also had the opportunity to ponder what the gods had requested him to do. And, in that time, the gods did not necessarily make requests; they made demands. Therefore, Aeneas was not intentionally being a jerk. He was succumbing to the expectations of the gods. I just had this thought. It is amazing how people are willing to abandon or disregard their conviction when it does not result in their delight. I happen to believe that in nearly all other circumstances, not conflicting with her desires, Dido would encourage Aeneas to follow the recommendation of the gods. That was the “right” response according to the people. However, because it is not in Dido’s best interest according to her, she is furious at Aeneas’s decision to act accordingly. I know, depending on the circumstances, I could possibly behave similarly. Clearly, I have never fallen on a sword as a response to ANYTHING, nor would I because that solves nothing, but I cannot promise that I would stand firm at any cost. I am human.
P.S. I don't know what is up with the random font variation. I'm not technologically savvy enough to want to fix it. haha : )
Journal #11
Malia Manor
2 November 2011
The content of this week has not captured my interest. However, I know that it seems like I do not focus in 201, but I do. I am listening to everything being said around me and focusing on the subject of the class. This past Monday, I managed to make an unbelievable amount of noise, and I do apologize for that. There has been this ever worsening problem with my phone, and I have to bring my charger with me everywhere. Although I realize that 201 is not the ideal place to charge my phone, if I let it die, I am afraid it will never come back to life.
Not only do I have to charge it, I have to hold my phone and charger in a very specific spot for them to connect. But, it continues to get worse. My phone had reached the very end of its battery and it makes an annoying “low battery” sound. As I would try to connect my phone to my charger, the sound would occur. Then as soon as I barely moved them the sound would happen again. Therefore, the sound just continued to go off disrupting everyone around me. I was not texting, and I was not losing interest in the class. I just worry about how much life that phone has left.
It is times like that, when I am really down and at my ends, that I am thankful for my roommate. She discovered that her Kindle charger would happily power my phone. And, I no longer have to sit for an hour making no progress with a broken charger and a dying phone. I had forgotten what it looked like, but even better, how it feels like to have a phone with a full battery.
Malia, I'm not sure I even noticed your phone on Monday, but thanks for the explanation. Daoism? [MH]
Journal #10
Malia Manor
28 October 2011
“The Good Life” subject has catalyzed a lot of intensity in the classroom; it seems that everyone has an opinion but no two opinions come close to the same. Now sitting in my dorm room looking out at the beautiful leaves resting on the ground and laughing students eager for the weekend to begin, I am beginning to think that maybe all the discussion and dissection experienced in the classroom this week is exactly why so many tend to view their life as less than satisfactory. The Good Life has been overcomplicated and, therefore, appears inaccessible.
I believe holistically that I have thus far lived an incredibly fantastic life, and I will have that mentality when my life is nearly over. Yes; I have been dealt highs and lows, and some were places that I hope never to return to. However, my life’s glass is very nearly full. If I were to agree most with an idea presented in 201, it would have to be the idea of perspective and within that idea, I think, also lays the idea of optimism. It is essential to recognize how you are looking at your glass; is it full? Or is it half empty? Or are you upset that the glass is made of everyday plastic instead of fine china? Inevitably, everyone is going to feel selfish at times and we will always long for something we do not have, although there is so much already present; that is human nature. We will always believe looking more handsome or pretty solves something. I used to battle that desire daily, but like The Good Life, attractiveness is subjective. Can you look at yourself and see the beauty, because it is there. That Good Life, beauty, happiness exists within each person, but we must decide that our lives are good, and it only matters that we, as individuals, believe that. An observer will always ask: “how you make it through the day?” – We just do, and what matters most is we are smiling when it is over.
Midterm Review/ Journal #9
Malia Manor
19 October 2011
When 201 began, I felt a tad skeptical about whether I would enjoy the class or not; this was in no way due to Mr. Hartman or my fellow classmates, but I have never experienced a strong fancy for ancient literature. Therefore, a class built upon an ancient literature textbook- that would ruin my semester. However, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday have proved to be more than unfortunate stories about a handful of inconsistent gods and tales of men cheating on their wives and then reaching an enlightened state in the end; although, there has been a lot of that.
The greatest aspect of Honors 201 has been the discussion especially when we “circle.” The 201 clan includes just the right mixture of influential speakers and pensive spectators. The outspoken ones specify the topics and the spectators contribute with supporting details which results in very compelling discussion. When learning about the Honors College at Ball State University, I was most drawn to the intent to allow honors classes to be discussion based, and 201, more than any of my other honors classes, has successfully achieved that.
I felt that the parody project allowed us to explore our creative outlets when, especially in the first semester, college does not always provide opportunity to think creatively as opposed to logically. There are times when I feel uncertain because I prefer a more concrete set of instructions that what 201 provides. The parody assignment did not come with its person “Ten Commandments,” but although it was challenging for me initially, I believe it helped me be more decisive and confident in my opinion of what is acceptable. That experience will help me better recognize what is pertinent in the future.
Although it is not my most challenging class, I have taken much away from Semester One of Honors 201. I intend to continue into next semester for 202 for I think there is much left to be learned with this clan and Mr. Hartman.
Journal #8
Malia Manor
13 October 2011
In high school, there were always those artistic students who opened their mouths and pop culture, along with gobs of other useless information, came pouring out, and these people always amazed me. They found time within their hectic high school life to sit back, put their feet up on the desk, and enjoy the comedic literature in life. I understood these to be called parodies. Perhaps I took myself too seriously and that is why I never kicked my feet up, but I imagined parodies to be an unnecessary use of my time. Either college has caused me to relax, or it was just a matter of giving them a try, but I found our parody assignment extremely enjoyable.
Writing through the lens of Odysseus was almost like acting. I was able to assume the role of Odysseus and write as though a womanizing man would. Often times, I felt that I was surpassing my boundaries; and in doing so, I surprised myself. The parody has a very sexual undertone throughout. I did this for a couple reasons. 1. In the story, Odysseus had affairs with multiple women; therefore, I exaggerated that tendency through the sexual references. 2. Sexual humor is commonly found in American culture especially as we continue into the 21st century. I wanted to incorporate that cultural trend within my parody.
I also enjoyed hearing what I did of my classmates’ parodies. I think it is amazing how creative of a unit we have within Honors 201. I would love to know where the inspiration came from to create what they did. I really enjoy monologues and humorous rants, hence my sometimes attitudinal journal entries, therefore I wrote a parody according to what I would want to read. I greatly enjoy personal narrative and experiencing the specific voice of an author.
PARODY
12 October 2011 Thoughts From Afar Dear Diary, Why did Dawn have to spread her damn fingertips that day? No one knows the trouble I’ve seen. No one has stared into the eyes of… eye of, Cyclops. We were so content upon the shore of Kikones, intoxicatedly gazing at the land of Cyclops, admiring its beauty from AFAR. I’m still puzzled as to what compelled me to close that distance between Cyclops and I… Maybe I was drunk? Probably. I really should have noticed things were rather odd upon our arrival. I ask you, what’s with all the flocking mammals!? Sheep. Rams. Goats- one Cyclops alone with multiple flocks. Do you flock your flocks Mr. Cyclops? That’s a “baaad” orgy. – I think that’s the alcohol talking again. But seriously, there has to be something twisted about that one eyed bastard other than the fact that he copulates with fun-sized mammals. I mean watching him milk his precious ewes has scarred me for life. Between the fornicating, I mean milking, and watching him select two of my mates as a “post-flock snack” just to wash them down some ewe milk, yuck. I actually just threw up in my mouth. Closing his eye forever, I saved myself and those poor sheep. Speaking of watching over your flock; I must give thanks to my Shepard, Athena. But, I swear to the gods- Does that mean I’m swearing to her? If she ever tries to suckle some milk out of me, my wooly ass WILL wonder. Athena, if you’re invisibly reading this over my shoulder right now: that was a joke. For all I know, she could be disguised as air. You know, I like that in a woman: the ability to transform. I’d like to peer into her bag of tricks. I really shouldn’t be lighthearted at a moment like this. That was my excuse for crawling into my bottle of rum, depression I mean. And, I truly am depressed. That, and all other justifications have been worn thin: sunburn, vomiting, change in my appetite, abdominal cramps and bloating, breast tenderness, changes in my menstrual cycle (whatever that is), temporary infertility, fluid retention (edema), spotty darkening of the skin, wrinkles, rash, weight change, intolerance to eyes, intolerance to nose, intolerance to mouth, intolerance contact lenses, intolerance to the third toe on my left foot, nervousness, dizziness, paranoia, loss of scalp hair, growth of scalp hair, pregnancy, and finally depression. But, seriously, I am depressed. I just keep thinking about the tragedy of losing all of MY men. I mean, I had to sit back and watch them die. I had to withstand the emotional turmoil of their deaths. Can you imagine the pain I felt? I mean at least they died. I have to live with the memory of them dying. Clearly after the Trojan War it’s obvious that we cannot all be Odysseus. But, I will never be able to mend these wounds they have caused me. I am just stunned by how selfish some men are, I mean couldn’t they have taken a moment and considered me before they died? I don’t know how I’ll move on. I suppose that’s what you all get for opening my bag of winds. Since I’m so depressed, I think it’s time for another drink. To solidify my excuse, I mean vent my depressing thoughts: I’m feeling very far away from my family- miles away actually, which is probably because I am, or at least I figure I am because I’m not 100% sure where this is exactly. But, I’m feeling emotionally far away from them as well. I just fear that I’ve missed so much of their lives. I haven’t been able to watch Telemachos grow up, and okay, I’m not destroyed that I missed the pooping, and vomiting, and bratty teenager phase, but still: I am destroyed about everything else. I miss Penelope too. She must be such a wonderful mother and beautiful too. That beauty can be a good and bad thing though… Like when I wanted to enjoy that beauty she’d always be weaving. She sucked at weaving because she was slower than a seven year inch. She’d always say: “We can’t have sex, not until I’ve finished my weaving.” Which, okay whatever, she wanted to finish what she started. But, she never finished and, consequently, NEITHER DID I! I never saw her make any progress… slow. None the less, I miss her dearly… Why, hello my sexy little Nymph… You look stunning lying on the sand… Wait! I’m supposed to be missing my wife. Hmmm… They are in different zip codes… Beautiful Calypso, there is something about her. I constantly ride this never ending roller coaster of life. Well, of my new life. Allow me to elaborate: I have been placed in this amusement park called Calypso’s Island and she, Calypso herself, is the main attraction. Please do not misunderstand me, she is quite the thrill- if you know what I mean, but it is a rollercoaster ride in more aspects than one. And, I DON’T KNOW HOW TO GET OFF!! And, I mean get off the roller coaster not the other way. I manage to get off quite easily actually, maybe it’s because Calypso doesn’t weave.
Journal #7
Malia Manor
5 October 2011
I thoroughly enjoyed our class discussion over Agamemnon especially the portion of whether Agamemnon was justified in killing his daughter and whether Clytemnestra was justified in killing Agamemnon.
I still believe as I did in class, that religiously speaking, Agamemnon was justified in sacrificing his daughter. To not believe this would be hypocritical on my part. As one who practices Christianity, I approve of Abraham’s decision to willingly offer Isaac because God commands him to. Ignoring the fact that I do not believe in Greek mythology, I find this to be the exact same set of circumstances. A god commanded Agamemnon to sacrifice his daughter; therefore according to his faith, that action should be taken. I also fully support Devin in her idea that there is a difference between what is communally acceptable and personally acceptable, and when you make the choice to become a public figure, you must also agree to the responsibility that may entail. Although this sounds cold, many more people would have been let down by Agamemnon’s choice not to kill his daughter; whereas by killing her, he affected significantly less people.
As far as Clytemnestra is concerned, I disagree with her murdering Agamemnon most because I question her motives. I question whether she took his life because she was scorned by the death of her daughter or because she was desperately attempting to cover up her affair. Also, outside of the justice system, I do not agree with people deciding who lives and who dies. Killing as a form of retaliation is never acceptable. But, putting someone to death in a civil manner, as the American Judicial System does, is a form of justice for the unforgivable and irreversible acts committed by said criminal. Murder without proper reasoning and due process looks like they are trying to play God, and God they are not.
Journal #6
Malia Manor
30 September 2011
Firstly, and with all due respect, I am thrilled to be free of the Odyssey! Now that I have that off my chest…
Reading within the Old Testament has been a pleasant change of pace. I have a former understanding of these works, as I imagine most do, and therefore, I almost enjoy reading more because it is not a constant struggle. Also, I enjoy hearing the conversation stemming from my peers’ religious beliefs and understanding.
As is true for most of the Bible’s content, I think the portions we have been focusing on highlight God’s promise to provide as well as the susceptibility of His people. For instance, in the story of Moses, God speaks to Moses through the use of a burning bush. I am sure realistically I would go into shock and question my sanity as I spoke with a bush, but as an outsider looking in, I find this to be a type of miracle. Even as Moses experiences the greatness of God, he doubts whether to lean on God’s promise or to stand on his own and stubbornly refuse. God does command him to act on His behalf, but Moses needs to be convinced. In the Bible it says: “lean not on your own understanding;” often times we see Moses leaning on his. Another example of this is when Moses strikes the stone more than he was instructed. He doubts whether God will provide despite the proof that He does.
The complete opposite of Moses is Job, and I find Job to be truly inspirational and almost surreal. According to the Bible, Job is nearly perfect, and he is especially in concern to his faith in God. Although that type of faith is almost unimaginable, I appreciate Job as an example and to keep in mind as I take on my days.
Journal #5
Malia Manor
22 September 2011
I was surprisingly shocked by the Pathos poems that we read this week. Initially, when I first opened my book, I did not grasp the purpose of her poems. The simplistic style and content almost confused me; it seemed that there should be hidden meaning within the poems. I mean, why was she writing about her daughter’s headband? Therefore, I could not take the poetry seriously.
However, my opinion towards Pathos’ poetry changed drastically when we discussed them in the classroom. I realized that the simplicity of her work contributes and makes it quite beautiful. As I mentioned, I figured there had to be hidden meaning behind her basic wording, but I now believe there is not. Perhaps Pathos was saying precisely what she felt and desired to say. I found this to be refreshing- to know what the author is attempting to say instead of guessing. The literary world is overpopulated with people who must deconstruct and prove works from every possible angle. An example of this is Shakespeare’s Hamlet. Literary critics who work on Hamlet must find a original idea, and now the story has been completely worn out. My point is: I appreciate the clarity of the poetry.
My favorite of Pathos’ poems is “He is more than a hero.” I found that poem sweetly relatable. Firstly, I enjoyed the concept of the poem itself because unrequited love is such a common experience, and it is extremely impactful especially, I believe, for women. Secondly, I favored the direction Pathos took. Normally a work from a female’s perspective would focus directly on the man she loved, but in this case she focuses on the person beside him. It would seem that it would be less emotional because she is not expressing the love she has for that man, but the jealousy she has for anyone her man encounters. That she would be grateful to merely sit beside him conveys such a strong emotion. (We didn't explicitly get to this in class, but there is a possibility that Sappho is expressing her feelings for the woman. Sappho is known as a lesbian poet. In fact, the word lesbian derives from Lesbos, the island where Sappho lived. - MH)
Journal #4
Malia Manor
15 September 2011
I grew up onstage without any influence from my parents; they hoped for me to become wise and hit the text books, but instead, I became outgoing and hit the scripts. Growing up, one of the greatest aspects of stage was disguise- the ability to change how you are perceived by the people around you. Often times, I felt as though I was not myself onstage but an alternate personality because I became my characters. For example, this past weekend I tried out for the Broadway sensation Rent. Although this story is incredibly moving and should be broadcasted to the entire world, it is not my favorite show. However, the show does include one of my favorite characters or disguises: Maureen. I auditioned for her whole heartedly and without mentioning a word to my parents. Maureen just so happens to be an extremely spirited lesbian. I have no preference when it comes to a person’s sexuality, but they would not understand my ability to play a lesbian on stage. But, it is because the stage disguises me; I would no longer be Malia, the heterosexual woman, but Maureen, the homosexual women.
Because of my experience with stage and my appreciation for who the stage allows you to be, I greatly enjoyed the use of disguises in the story. The theatricality of Athena constantly transforming and Odysseus portraying a beggar was quite enjoyable. Not only are their appearances altered but also their personalities. Sometimes when reading, I would imagine The Odyssey as though it was on stage. Odysseus is, of course, the leading male and Athena is his leading lady, but she is also the essential character who the audience cheers for. Viewing the story in this manner helped me to enjoy and absorb the information more efficiently.
Journal #3
Malia Manor
9 September 2011
I feel as strongly for Athena today as I did last Friday, and she continues to be the most enjoyable part of this epic. This truly saddens me because she has made few appearances in this past week of reading, but I am keeping my head up in hopes that I will be pleasantly surprised.
I keep wondering if there is something wrong with me: perhaps I cannot appreciate fine writing, or perhaps my high school ruined me by not assigning the Odyssey freshmen year as the majority of the class was, but, I find this section to be incredibly dull. And, I believe that is abnormal. Those who I have talked to outside of the class find the “great adventures of Odysseus” to be enticing and heart wrenching, so why am I drooling on the pages (I am not actually drooling, so if you ever need to borrow my book, have no fear)? Perhaps- (has anyone thought about the movie Disturbia as they are reading this? Quizás?)-I am misinterpreting the character of Odysseus. Currently, I see him as a tool. I know the characters of ancient literature normally have flaws, but come on man! It is almost as though his epic flaw is stupidity… well, that and pride.
I must say: “Thank goodness for Athena!” I do not think old Odysseus would have made it home without that grey eyed goddess at his side. And, of course, he does not even realize that this is the case. He thinks she abandoned him. The fact that he expects her assistance is ridiculous, but the fact that he is not appreciative of her help is even worse.
To comment on what was said in class today: I agree. The women in the story are getting stronger… and scarier. But, it is a start. Quizás, Odysseus will get with the program. Quizás, no.
Journal #2
Malia Manor
1 September 2011
I suppose when reading any story I tend to side with a particular character. In The Odyssey, I have found myself favoring Athena more than anyone else. Firstly, I appreciate that she positively represents women; often in ancient literature, because of how society was at that time, women are placed beneath men. For example, Penelope appears pitiful. She cannot refuse her suitors and makes excuses to avoid the subject; essentially, she allows men to walk all over her. Also, when news of Telemackhos’ departure reaches her, her heart breaks and she falls into a depression that is treated by Athena; therefore, I enjoy reading about the strong goddess.
When I think of the “grey eyed” goddess, Athena, I am reminded of mayonnaise because she holds the sandwich, which is The Odyssey, together. Her actions allow the story to advance. Because of her affection for Odysseus she keeps a watchful eye on his son, Telemackhos. She encourages Telemackhos to embark on the journey to solve the mystery of his father, she finds him the company of Menelaos, and she ensures that Odysseus arrives safely on the island of Skheria. This ensures that Telemackhos will indeed have a father to find. But, I appreciate her conviction and dedication to Odysseus and the people he holds dear. In my eyes, that makes her a very noble and respectable figure.
Honestly, I do not seek ancient literature often. However, I find myself enjoying The Odyssey more frequently. The passage where Odysseus is making his way on the open sea and Poseidon stirs the weather caused my heart to race. Obviously, I figured Odysseus would survive the conditions, but I envisioned the situation quite vividly. This and Athena were refreshing surprises especially after The Epic of Gilgamesh; I had nearly lost my hope for Ancient Greek Literature.
Journal #1
Malia Manor
25 August 2011
I must admit, I immensely enjoy a well put together love story; what can I say, I am not built of stone. I find the interactions involving love to be quite beautiful in literature. Therefore, when reading The Epic of Gilgamesh, the relationship between Gilgamesh and Enkidu held my attention more so than anything else. It fascinated me that even in this ancient piece of literature, one that appears especially manly (if you will), the theme of love still exists.
The idea of destiny filters through The Epic of Gilgamesh, and the relationship between Gilgamesh and Enkidu supports that idea. After a battle between the two, they both acknowledge one another for the first time and immediately Gilgamesh loves Enkidu; granted that love follows the path of brotherhood and not the path of romance, but it still exists. I never expected to encounter “love at first sight” within this epic, and I believe their love drives the story. Because Enkidu reciprocates the intense emotions, he agrees to accompany Gilgamesh on his journey.
Love possesses the ability to change a person, and Enkidu changes because of his love for Gilgamesh. In class, we argued this idea, and many believed that they changed due to the effect of “you are who you hang out with.” And, to a certain degree, I agree with that statement, but why do you act like those you hang out with? It is because you care about that person whether it is a faint desire to acquaint with them or to love them. Initially, it seemed that Enkidu stood fearless, and death did not intimidate him; however, at the end of section three, Enkidu grows scared. Before meeting Gilgamesh, I do not believe that Enkidu would have hated death. Obviously, he desired to cheat death or die in a more heroic manner, but upon its arrival he could have accepted it. Because he loves Gilgamesh he hates to die. Love changes a person. Love grants a person a life worth living.
Personally, I cannot say I believe in “love at first sight” or everlasting love, but I still adore the idea. Of the two, I doubt everlasting love the most. I think the majority of this doubt stems from witnessing how the world works today. I grew up in a divorced home, and too many children have as well. Therefore, I cannot use my parents as a testimonial nor can I use myself. However, I have hope. Perhaps if Gilgamesh can find everlasting, grow old in your rocking chairs (wait they did not own rocking chairs in 2800 BCE, but you get the idea) love, the rest of us could too.
Malia Manor
9 December 2011
I wish I could know that we’re all coming back to this class after the semester, but I know that only some of us are. Of all my classes, it is 201 who has created the most intimate atmosphere. Although I prefer college to high school structurally, it is refreshing to have a class that maintains that feeling of comfort that high school had.
The discussions in class this week were very enjoyable. Talking about religious subjects can be both good and bad. Some find the topic to be touchy and offensive in some cases, but sometimes, you are able to sense the religious enthusiasm someone has just by their points brought up in class. For instance, Adam appears to possess a love for religion and conveyed this with his excitement and use of personal text as opposed to the book. Devin offered her opinions on the topic of temptation v. sin showing that she is serious about her religion as well as applying it realistically.
The topic of temptation v. sin was one that I brought up to the class saying that you must be sure to differentiate the two. Earlier this semester, I attended a church service at Grace in Noblesville with my R.A. Sarah. That idea, temptation v. sin, was taught in the service. I appreciated that teaching because it makes Christianity so much more encouraging once you realize that it is not always able being the ideal believer but attempting to be an ideal believer. I whole heartedly believe temptation is not wrong; it is natural, but pursuit can be very wrong. This parallels to the everyday concept of thought v. action. Thinking something is not the effector, but the action causes a reaction. Whether you are a spiritual person or not, I think that is an essential concept to keep in the front of your mind. Actions may speak louder than words, but they shout in comparison to thoughts.
Journal #14
Malia Manor
2 December 2011
Dear Adriana,
I greatly enjoyed your critical essay comparing and contrasting Greek and Roman religion and culture. The idea obviously paralleled to Honors 201 very well, but it also expanded upon what we have discussed in class, and I found that very helpful. I would use your paper as a source of furthering my knowledge and answering questions I may have regarding Greek and Roman Mythology.
The bulk of the paper discussed religion and the process the Greeks underwent to establish a belief system that correlated to their opinions and lifestyles. I found it very interesting that the Greeks did not concern themselves much with the thought of an afterlife because they believed everyone, in one way or another, ended up in the underworld. Therefore, they were moral and well behaved merely to appease the gods and be granted good fortune while living. Also, their gods were not omnipotent, or all powerful; therefore, they did not have the ability to toy with a person’s destiny. I did know they were not all powerful, but I did not register that they had no effect on one’s afterlife.
According to the essay, The Greeks idolized their gods more than Romans. This can be seen through artworks. The Greeks displayed their gods as predominantly beautiful, powerful, and exceptional whereas Romans portrayed gods as more regular. They also did not characterize the gods’ faces for they did not bother with detail and unnecessary artsy-ness but focused on more propelling and “practical” things like engineering.
The paper lacks some organization, but as I explained in my editing, I think mapping out the essay would be efficient. Number each paragraph, label it according to subject matter, and then rearrange the essay so like paragraphs are more in order and supportive of each other. That will assist the reader in following and understanding easily.
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t was a pleasure editing your work.
Journal #13
Malia Manor
18 November 2011
Like most of Ball State’s campus, the art museum has a more gothic style. The building appears very large especially because the exterior is all one color; therefore, the building appears endless. To me, the building does not give off warmth but a monumental, inaccessible feeling. Outside the front entrance there is a quote welcoming guests. It says: “Gracious Living is the Finest Art” and “For Art is the Nature Made by Man. To Man, the Interpreter of God.”
The art in the sculpture court conflicts, but it also shows the guest that there is a variety of art within the museum. The modern hanging piece, although beautiful and probably my favorite feature, does not resemble the sculptures and seems not to belong. The floors and walls in the sculpture court are very bland. The wall and floor become one because there is not a color change to separate them. This, again, causes the building to seem very vast.
The sculpture court leads into rooms of solid, warm color. This causes the guest to become excited as they step into a new room, not only because of the art but because the warmth of the room is pleasing. The colors help compliment the art and create a mood. The color scheme often depends on the type of art. If the artwork is extremely detailed, the color is more simplistic. Less detailed art is supported by the colorful backdrop. The majority of the artwork is displayed on the second floor, and you are repeatedly surprised that there is more beyond the art because it seems like the room ends, but there are hidden realms filled with art.
I really enjoyed the bottle cap piece in the sculpture court. I found that piece to be breathtaking, and I was surprised by its being made from something so common. I found that the element of surprise and uncovering art was reoccurring during my experience, and I think that is the point of the museum. Because of how the art is placed, there is not a real pattern; each picture is supposed to be a surprise and a new idea in comparison to what is beside it. The architecture of the building also created that experience. Instead of walking around and looking at art, the guests are walking around and discovering art.
Journal #12
Malia Manor
11 November 2011
I found the debate-like conversation this past Wednesday quite intellectually stimulating. Often times, students' opinions disagree and presenting an intended argumentative atmosphere allows students to speak more confrontationally without feeling out of line or offensive. Also, I think the material provided by The Aeneid lent itself to debate. The strongest topic was whether Aeneas was correct in his actions towards Dido. There is a fine line between doing the right thing within a relationship and being a jerk.
I think the class clearly came to the conclusion that Dido reacted unreasonably to the news of Aeneas’s departure; however, the class did not resolve whether Aeneas acted like a jerk or justified. Today, I made this comment in class and I would like to reiterate as well as expand. Although we are not provided with insight into the emotional spectrum of Aeneas, that does not mean that the intense feeling were not mutual. He was simply able overcome the struggle because he was in control of the situation. Aeneas also had the opportunity to ponder what the gods had requested him to do. And, in that time, the gods did not necessarily make requests; they made demands. Therefore, Aeneas was not intentionally being a jerk. He was succumbing to the expectations of the gods.
I just had this thought. It is amazing how people are willing to abandon or disregard their conviction when it does not result in their delight. I happen to believe that in nearly all other circumstances, not conflicting with her desires, Dido would encourage Aeneas to follow the recommendation of the gods. That was the “right” response according to the people. However, because it is not in Dido’s best interest according to her, she is furious at Aeneas’s decision to act accordingly. I know, depending on the circumstances, I could possibly behave similarly. Clearly, I have never fallen on a sword as a response to ANYTHING, nor would I because that solves nothing, but I cannot promise that I would stand firm at any cost. I am human.
P.S. I don't know what is up with the random font variation. I'm not technologically savvy enough to want to fix it. haha : )
Journal #11
Malia Manor
2 November 2011
The content of this week has not captured my interest. However, I know that it seems like I do not focus in 201, but I do. I am listening to everything being said around me and focusing on the subject of the class. This past Monday, I managed to make an unbelievable amount of noise, and I do apologize for that. There has been this ever worsening problem with my phone, and I have to bring my charger with me everywhere. Although I realize that 201 is not the ideal place to charge my phone, if I let it die, I am afraid it will never come back to life.
Not only do I have to charge it, I have to hold my phone and charger in a very specific spot for them to connect. But, it continues to get worse. My phone had reached the very end of its battery and it makes an annoying “low battery” sound. As I would try to connect my phone to my charger, the sound would occur. Then as soon as I barely moved them the sound would happen again. Therefore, the sound just continued to go off disrupting everyone around me. I was not texting, and I was not losing interest in the class. I just worry about how much life that phone has left.
It is times like that, when I am really down and at my ends, that I am thankful for my roommate. She discovered that her Kindle charger would happily power my phone. And, I no longer have to sit for an hour making no progress with a broken charger and a dying phone. I had forgotten what it looked like, but even better, how it feels like to have a phone with a full battery.
Malia, I'm not sure I even noticed your phone on Monday, but thanks for the explanation. Daoism? [MH]
Journal #10
Malia Manor
28 October 2011
“The Good Life” subject has catalyzed a lot of intensity in the classroom; it seems that everyone has an opinion but no two opinions come close to the same. Now sitting in my dorm room looking out at the beautiful leaves resting on the ground and laughing students eager for the weekend to begin, I am beginning to think that maybe all the discussion and dissection experienced in the classroom this week is exactly why so many tend to view their life as less than satisfactory. The Good Life has been overcomplicated and, therefore, appears inaccessible.
I believe holistically that I have thus far lived an incredibly fantastic life, and I will have that mentality when my life is nearly over. Yes; I have been dealt highs and lows, and some were places that I hope never to return to. However, my life’s glass is very nearly full. If I were to agree most with an idea presented in 201, it would have to be the idea of perspective and within that idea, I think, also lays the idea of optimism. It is essential to recognize how you are looking at your glass; is it full? Or is it half empty? Or are you upset that the glass is made of everyday plastic instead of fine china? Inevitably, everyone is going to feel selfish at times and we will always long for something we do not have, although there is so much already present; that is human nature. We will always believe looking more handsome or pretty solves something. I used to battle that desire daily, but like The Good Life, attractiveness is subjective. Can you look at yourself and see the beauty, because it is there. That Good Life, beauty, happiness exists within each person, but we must decide that our lives are good, and it only matters that we, as individuals, believe that. An observer will always ask: “how you make it through the day?” – We just do, and what matters most is we are smiling when it is over.
Midterm Review/ Journal #9
Malia Manor
19 October 2011
When 201 began, I felt a tad skeptical about whether I would enjoy the class or not; this was in no way due to Mr. Hartman or my fellow classmates, but I have never experienced a strong fancy for ancient literature. Therefore, a class built upon an ancient literature textbook- that would ruin my semester. However, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday have proved to be more than unfortunate stories about a handful of inconsistent gods and tales of men cheating on their wives and then reaching an enlightened state in the end; although, there has been a lot of that.
The greatest aspect of Honors 201 has been the discussion especially when we “circle.” The 201 clan includes just the right mixture of influential speakers and pensive spectators. The outspoken ones specify the topics and the spectators contribute with supporting details which results in very compelling discussion. When learning about the Honors College at Ball State University, I was most drawn to the intent to allow honors classes to be discussion based, and 201, more than any of my other honors classes, has successfully achieved that.
I felt that the parody project allowed us to explore our creative outlets when, especially in the first semester, college does not always provide opportunity to think creatively as opposed to logically. There are times when I feel uncertain because I prefer a more concrete set of instructions that what 201 provides. The parody assignment did not come with its person “Ten Commandments,” but although it was challenging for me initially, I believe it helped me be more decisive and confident in my opinion of what is acceptable. That experience will help me better recognize what is pertinent in the future.
Although it is not my most challenging class, I have taken much away from Semester One of Honors 201. I intend to continue into next semester for 202 for I think there is much left to be learned with this clan and Mr. Hartman.
Journal #8
Malia Manor
13 October 2011
In high school, there were always those artistic students who opened their mouths and pop culture, along with gobs of other useless information, came pouring out, and these people always amazed me. They found time within their hectic high school life to sit back, put their feet up on the desk, and enjoy the comedic literature in life. I understood these to be called parodies. Perhaps I took myself too seriously and that is why I never kicked my feet up, but I imagined parodies to be an unnecessary use of my time. Either college has caused me to relax, or it was just a matter of giving them a try, but I found our parody assignment extremely enjoyable.
Writing through the lens of Odysseus was almost like acting. I was able to assume the role of Odysseus and write as though a womanizing man would. Often times, I felt that I was surpassing my boundaries; and in doing so, I surprised myself. The parody has a very sexual undertone throughout. I did this for a couple reasons. 1. In the story, Odysseus had affairs with multiple women; therefore, I exaggerated that tendency through the sexual references. 2. Sexual humor is commonly found in American culture especially as we continue into the 21st century. I wanted to incorporate that cultural trend within my parody.
I also enjoyed hearing what I did of my classmates’ parodies. I think it is amazing how creative of a unit we have within Honors 201. I would love to know where the inspiration came from to create what they did. I really enjoy monologues and humorous rants, hence my sometimes attitudinal journal entries, therefore I wrote a parody according to what I would want to read. I greatly enjoy personal narrative and experiencing the specific voice of an author.
PARODY
12 October 2011
Thoughts From Afar
Dear Diary,
Why did Dawn have to spread her damn fingertips that day? No one knows the trouble I’ve seen. No one has stared into the eyes of… eye of, Cyclops. We were so content upon the shore of Kikones, intoxicatedly gazing at the land of Cyclops, admiring its beauty from AFAR. I’m still puzzled as to what compelled me to close that distance between Cyclops and I… Maybe I was drunk? Probably.
I really should have noticed things were rather odd upon our arrival. I ask you, what’s with all the flocking mammals!? Sheep. Rams. Goats- one Cyclops alone with multiple flocks. Do you flock your flocks Mr. Cyclops? That’s a “baaad” orgy. – I think that’s the alcohol talking again. But seriously, there has to be something twisted about that one eyed bastard other than the fact that he copulates with fun-sized mammals. I mean watching him milk his precious ewes has scarred me for life. Between the fornicating, I mean milking, and watching him select two of my mates as a “post-flock snack” just to wash them down some ewe milk, yuck. I actually just threw up in my mouth. Closing his eye forever, I saved myself and those poor sheep.
Speaking of watching over your flock; I must give thanks to my Shepard, Athena. But, I swear to the gods- Does that mean I’m swearing to her? If she ever tries to suckle some milk out of me, my wooly ass WILL wonder. Athena, if you’re invisibly reading this over my shoulder right now: that was a joke. For all I know, she could be disguised as air. You know, I like that in a woman: the ability to transform. I’d like to peer into her bag of tricks.
I really shouldn’t be lighthearted at a moment like this. That was my excuse for crawling into my bottle of rum, depression I mean. And, I truly am depressed. That, and all other justifications have been worn thin: sunburn, vomiting, change in my appetite, abdominal cramps and bloating, breast tenderness, changes in my menstrual cycle (whatever that is), temporary infertility, fluid retention (edema), spotty darkening of the skin, wrinkles, rash, weight change, intolerance to eyes, intolerance to nose, intolerance to mouth, intolerance contact lenses, intolerance to the third toe on my left foot, nervousness, dizziness, paranoia, loss of scalp hair, growth of scalp hair, pregnancy, and finally depression. But, seriously, I am depressed. I just keep thinking about the tragedy of losing all of MY men. I mean, I had to sit back and watch them die. I had to withstand the emotional turmoil of their deaths. Can you imagine the pain I felt? I mean at least they died. I have to live with the memory of them dying. Clearly after the Trojan War it’s obvious that we cannot all be Odysseus. But, I will never be able to mend these wounds they have caused me. I am just stunned by how selfish some men are, I mean couldn’t they have taken a moment and considered me before they died? I don’t know how I’ll move on. I suppose that’s what you all get for opening my bag of winds.
Since I’m so depressed, I think it’s time for another drink.
To solidify my excuse, I mean vent my depressing thoughts: I’m feeling very far away from my family- miles away actually, which is probably because I am, or at least I figure I am because I’m not 100% sure where this is exactly. But, I’m feeling emotionally far away from them as well. I just fear that I’ve missed so much of their lives. I haven’t been able to watch Telemachos grow up, and okay, I’m not destroyed that I missed the pooping, and vomiting, and bratty teenager phase, but still: I am destroyed about everything else.
I miss Penelope too. She must be such a wonderful mother and beautiful too. That beauty can be a good and bad thing though… Like when I wanted to enjoy that beauty she’d always be weaving. She sucked at weaving because she was slower than a seven year inch. She’d always say: “We can’t have sex, not until I’ve finished my weaving.” Which, okay whatever, she wanted to finish what she started. But, she never finished and, consequently, NEITHER DID I! I never saw her make any progress… slow. None the less, I miss her dearly…
Why, hello my sexy little Nymph… You look stunning lying on the sand… Wait! I’m supposed to be missing my wife. Hmmm… They are in different zip codes…
Beautiful Calypso, there is something about her. I constantly ride this never ending roller coaster of life. Well, of my new life. Allow me to elaborate: I have been placed in this amusement park called Calypso’s Island and she, Calypso herself, is the main attraction. Please do not misunderstand me, she is quite the thrill- if you know what I mean, but it is a rollercoaster ride in more aspects than one. And, I DON’T KNOW HOW TO GET OFF!! And, I mean get off the roller coaster not the other way. I manage to get off quite easily actually, maybe it’s because Calypso doesn’t weave.
Journal #7
Malia Manor
5 October 2011
I thoroughly enjoyed our class discussion over Agamemnon especially the portion of whether Agamemnon was justified in killing his daughter and whether Clytemnestra was justified in killing Agamemnon.
I still believe as I did in class, that religiously speaking, Agamemnon was justified in sacrificing his daughter. To not believe this would be hypocritical on my part. As one who practices Christianity, I approve of Abraham’s decision to willingly offer Isaac because God commands him to. Ignoring the fact that I do not believe in Greek mythology, I find this to be the exact same set of circumstances. A god commanded Agamemnon to sacrifice his daughter; therefore according to his faith, that action should be taken. I also fully support Devin in her idea that there is a difference between what is communally acceptable and personally acceptable, and when you make the choice to become a public figure, you must also agree to the responsibility that may entail. Although this sounds cold, many more people would have been let down by Agamemnon’s choice not to kill his daughter; whereas by killing her, he affected significantly less people.
As far as Clytemnestra is concerned, I disagree with her murdering Agamemnon most because I question her motives. I question whether she took his life because she was scorned by the death of her daughter or because she was desperately attempting to cover up her affair. Also, outside of the justice system, I do not agree with people deciding who lives and who dies. Killing as a form of retaliation is never acceptable. But, putting someone to death in a civil manner, as the American Judicial System does, is a form of justice for the unforgivable and irreversible acts committed by said criminal. Murder without proper reasoning and due process looks like they are trying to play God, and God they are not.
Journal #6
Malia Manor
30 September 2011
Firstly, and with all due respect, I am thrilled to be free of the Odyssey! Now that I have that off my chest…
Reading within the Old Testament has been a pleasant change of pace. I have a former understanding of these works, as I imagine most do, and therefore, I almost enjoy reading more because it is not a constant struggle. Also, I enjoy hearing the conversation stemming from my peers’ religious beliefs and understanding.
As is true for most of the Bible’s content, I think the portions we have been focusing on highlight God’s promise to provide as well as the susceptibility of His people. For instance, in the story of Moses, God speaks to Moses through the use of a burning bush. I am sure realistically I would go into shock and question my sanity as I spoke with a bush, but as an outsider looking in, I find this to be a type of miracle. Even as Moses experiences the greatness of God, he doubts whether to lean on God’s promise or to stand on his own and stubbornly refuse. God does command him to act on His behalf, but Moses needs to be convinced. In the Bible it says: “lean not on your own understanding;” often times we see Moses leaning on his. Another example of this is when Moses strikes the stone more than he was instructed. He doubts whether God will provide despite the proof that He does.
The complete opposite of Moses is Job, and I find Job to be truly inspirational and almost surreal. According to the Bible, Job is nearly perfect, and he is especially in concern to his faith in God. Although that type of faith is almost unimaginable, I appreciate Job as an example and to keep in mind as I take on my days.
Journal #5
Malia Manor
22 September 2011
I was surprisingly shocked by the Pathos poems that we read this week. Initially, when I first opened my book, I did not grasp the purpose of her poems. The simplistic style and content almost confused me; it seemed that there should be hidden meaning within the poems. I mean, why was she writing about her daughter’s headband? Therefore, I could not take the poetry seriously.
However, my opinion towards Pathos’ poetry changed drastically when we discussed them in the classroom. I realized that the simplicity of her work contributes and makes it quite beautiful. As I mentioned, I figured there had to be hidden meaning behind her basic wording, but I now believe there is not. Perhaps Pathos was saying precisely what she felt and desired to say. I found this to be refreshing- to know what the author is attempting to say instead of guessing. The literary world is overpopulated with people who must deconstruct and prove works from every possible angle. An example of this is Shakespeare’s Hamlet. Literary critics who work on Hamlet must find a original idea, and now the story has been completely worn out. My point is: I appreciate the clarity of the poetry.
My favorite of Pathos’ poems is “He is more than a hero.” I found that poem sweetly relatable. Firstly, I enjoyed the concept of the poem itself because unrequited love is such a common experience, and it is extremely impactful especially, I believe, for women. Secondly, I favored the direction Pathos took. Normally a work from a female’s perspective would focus directly on the man she loved, but in this case she focuses on the person beside him. It would seem that it would be less emotional because she is not expressing the love she has for that man, but the jealousy she has for anyone her man encounters. That she would be grateful to merely sit beside him conveys such a strong emotion. (We didn't explicitly get to this in class, but there is a possibility that Sappho is expressing her feelings for the woman. Sappho is known as a lesbian poet. In fact, the word lesbian derives from Lesbos, the island where Sappho lived. - MH)
Journal #4
Malia Manor
15 September 2011
I grew up onstage without any influence from my parents; they hoped for me to become wise and hit the text books, but instead, I became outgoing and hit the scripts. Growing up, one of the greatest aspects of stage was disguise- the ability to change how you are perceived by the people around you. Often times, I felt as though I was not myself onstage but an alternate personality because I became my characters. For example, this past weekend I tried out for the Broadway sensation Rent. Although this story is incredibly moving and should be broadcasted to the entire world, it is not my favorite show. However, the show does include one of my favorite characters or disguises: Maureen. I auditioned for her whole heartedly and without mentioning a word to my parents. Maureen just so happens to be an extremely spirited lesbian. I have no preference when it comes to a person’s sexuality, but they would not understand my ability to play a lesbian on stage. But, it is because the stage disguises me; I would no longer be Malia, the heterosexual woman, but Maureen, the homosexual women.
Because of my experience with stage and my appreciation for who the stage allows you to be, I greatly enjoyed the use of disguises in the story. The theatricality of Athena constantly transforming and Odysseus portraying a beggar was quite enjoyable. Not only are their appearances altered but also their personalities. Sometimes when reading, I would imagine The Odyssey as though it was on stage. Odysseus is, of course, the leading male and Athena is his leading lady, but she is also the essential character who the audience cheers for. Viewing the story in this manner helped me to enjoy and absorb the information more efficiently.
Journal #3
Malia Manor
9 September 2011
I feel as strongly for Athena today as I did last Friday, and she continues to be the most enjoyable part of this epic. This truly saddens me because she has made few appearances in this past week of reading, but I am keeping my head up in hopes that I will be pleasantly surprised.
I keep wondering if there is something wrong with me: perhaps I cannot appreciate fine writing, or perhaps my high school ruined me by not assigning the Odyssey freshmen year as the majority of the class was, but, I find this section to be incredibly dull. And, I believe that is abnormal. Those who I have talked to outside of the class find the “great adventures of Odysseus” to be enticing and heart wrenching, so why am I drooling on the pages (I am not actually drooling, so if you ever need to borrow my book, have no fear)? Perhaps- (has anyone thought about the movie Disturbia as they are reading this? Quizás?)-I am misinterpreting the character of Odysseus. Currently, I see him as a tool. I know the characters of ancient literature normally have flaws, but come on man! It is almost as though his epic flaw is stupidity… well, that and pride.
I must say: “Thank goodness for Athena!” I do not think old Odysseus would have made it home without that grey eyed goddess at his side. And, of course, he does not even realize that this is the case. He thinks she abandoned him. The fact that he expects her assistance is ridiculous, but the fact that he is not appreciative of her help is even worse.
To comment on what was said in class today: I agree. The women in the story are getting stronger… and scarier. But, it is a start. Quizás, Odysseus will get with the program. Quizás, no.
Journal #2
Malia Manor
1 September 2011
I suppose when reading any story I tend to side with a particular character. In The Odyssey, I have found myself favoring Athena more than anyone else. Firstly, I appreciate that she positively represents women; often in ancient literature, because of how society was at that time, women are placed beneath men. For example, Penelope appears pitiful. She cannot refuse her suitors and makes excuses to avoid the subject; essentially, she allows men to walk all over her. Also, when news of Telemackhos’ departure reaches her, her heart breaks and she falls into a depression that is treated by Athena; therefore, I enjoy reading about the strong goddess.
When I think of the “grey eyed” goddess, Athena, I am reminded of mayonnaise because she holds the sandwich, which is The Odyssey, together. Her actions allow the story to advance. Because of her affection for Odysseus she keeps a watchful eye on his son, Telemackhos. She encourages Telemackhos to embark on the journey to solve the mystery of his father, she finds him the company of Menelaos, and she ensures that Odysseus arrives safely on the island of Skheria. This ensures that Telemackhos will indeed have a father to find. But, I appreciate her conviction and dedication to Odysseus and the people he holds dear. In my eyes, that makes her a very noble and respectable figure.
Honestly, I do not seek ancient literature often. However, I find myself enjoying The Odyssey more frequently. The passage where Odysseus is making his way on the open sea and Poseidon stirs the weather caused my heart to race. Obviously, I figured Odysseus would survive the conditions, but I envisioned the situation quite vividly. This and Athena were refreshing surprises especially after The Epic of Gilgamesh; I had nearly lost my hope for Ancient Greek Literature.
Journal #1
Malia Manor
25 August 2011
I must admit, I immensely enjoy a well put together love story; what can I say, I am not built of stone. I find the interactions involving love to be quite beautiful in literature. Therefore, when reading The Epic of Gilgamesh, the relationship between Gilgamesh and Enkidu held my attention more so than anything else. It fascinated me that even in this ancient piece of literature, one that appears especially manly (if you will), the theme of love still exists.
The idea of destiny filters through The Epic of Gilgamesh, and the relationship between Gilgamesh and Enkidu supports that idea. After a battle between the two, they both acknowledge one another for the first time and immediately Gilgamesh loves Enkidu; granted that love follows the path of brotherhood and not the path of romance, but it still exists. I never expected to encounter “love at first sight” within this epic, and I believe their love drives the story. Because Enkidu reciprocates the intense emotions, he agrees to accompany Gilgamesh on his journey.
Love possesses the ability to change a person, and Enkidu changes because of his love for Gilgamesh. In class, we argued this idea, and many believed that they changed due to the effect of “you are who you hang out with.” And, to a certain degree, I agree with that statement, but why do you act like those you hang out with? It is because you care about that person whether it is a faint desire to acquaint with them or to love them. Initially, it seemed that Enkidu stood fearless, and death did not intimidate him; however, at the end of section three, Enkidu grows scared. Before meeting Gilgamesh, I do not believe that Enkidu would have hated death. Obviously, he desired to cheat death or die in a more heroic manner, but upon its arrival he could have accepted it. Because he loves Gilgamesh he hates to die. Love changes a person. Love grants a person a life worth living.
Personally, I cannot say I believe in “love at first sight” or everlasting love, but I still adore the idea. Of the two, I doubt everlasting love the most. I think the majority of this doubt stems from witnessing how the world works today. I grew up in a divorced home, and too many children have as well. Therefore, I cannot use my parents as a testimonial nor can I use myself. However, I have hope. Perhaps if Gilgamesh can find everlasting, grow old in your rocking chairs (wait they did not own rocking chairs in 2800 BCE, but you get the idea) love, the rest of us could too.