I am
currently on page 175 of Divergent by Veronica Roth, and I LOVE it! This book
is truly surprising me because it just hooked me immediately! It kind of has a Hunger
Games-ish feel to me. The way society is set up is similar. The way that the
people live in factions that devote their lives to different acts is
interesting to me. Right now, the main character in the book is Beatrice.
Beatrice or now “Tris” as she has renamed herself, is training for a different
faction. She left her safe home faction and transferred to one of the most
dangerous ones called Dauntless. Tris is currently battling the initiation process
of Dauntless. Dauntless requires her to be ranked on how well she performs
throughout the tasks and if she fails, she will be cut and be forced to live
factionless (no society). Tris has to escape her safe mindset and be brave! At
this point I don’t know how I feel about how it will end. I kind of envision
Tris finding out society is corrupt and trying to break herself and her friends
from the gates. I’m not too sure yet but I will get to the ending quickly I
know because I love this book! It will not fail to keep me up at night to see
what will happen next!
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Monday, January 28, 2013
blog 1
I have experienced
many things in my life that made me want to escape, but the evidence of the
most recent occurrence still remains physically visible. Everyone sees me,
trudging back into our school with a huge black brace and crutches. It is
ironic because everyone saw me last year with the same story. It never fails to
make me cringe. Why? I think in my head. Why did I have to try to be adventurous
and hurt myself? I've never wanted to escape more than when I tore my ACL on my
right leg.
I've already been through this pain one time because I tore my ACL on my left leg as
well, but I was still appalled by it. What is the percentage that the same injury
would occur on the opposite leg? Who knows, but I definitely beat the
statistic. After I went to the orthopedic doctor and verbally heard the news
that I would need surgery again I wanted to run away. I didn't know what to do.
How could I possibly go through the hurt again? I thought. The recovery process isn't a cake walk. I would be not mobile for far too long, and it was especially
daunting this year with all the senior year festivities. Not to mention that this would be my last
year cheering at the high school level. It was all too much for me to handle.
Obliviously
now that the procedure is done, the blood is dried, and the crutches are put
underneath my arms; I survived. But as I sit quietly in my seat, I want to
escape. I just want to be normal and capable again. I am still in the process of
dealing with my injury and it probably will be a while until I will feel freed
from it.
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