2nd I.O Reflection

  • What went well?

In my opinion, I found a good global issue that was clearly prominent in both texts I was analyzing. This allowed the texts to offer me a lot of evidence that supported my global issue so when I spoke, I was more confident. I felt like I understood what I was saying more.

  • What were you most happy with?

I am very happy with the grade I have received because it was an improvement from my 1st I.O.  I understand how to structure my I.Os now and I understand the specific word choices that would increase my grade level.

  • What was your biggest surprise?

Nothing really surprised me. There were some structuring issues that I wasn’t aware of when I did the I.O but, now I understand what to do better on. (equal balance of analysis, text to text transition)

  • What one thing can you identify that will make the biggest improvement to your grade?

On Criterion C I got a 6.

To further improve my grade, I need to work on balancing my analysis.


Authorial Choice Of “Genesis” Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit

Narrative Perspective:

  • a child named Jeanette
  • First-person Narration

Winterson’s Choice on “Genesis”

Biblically, Genesis shows the new beginning and creation of the earth by God.  The book of Genesis is like a background story for how humans came to be. It is appropriate for the first chapter of the book to be called Genesis because the chapter shows how Jeanette,  is formed and created as a character. It offers a background story to her upbringing and values which, came from her religious mother. Genesis shows how her mother teaches Jeanette her morals and values for living which was inspired by the Bible.

Observations from the “Public and the Private” of Duffy


Duffy’s poems are narrated by a personal, mostly they are in the form of monologues.  Although Duffy often does not use grammar and dialogue, her ideas and thoughts are written as a “stream-of-consciousness sequences”. In her writing, the audience is never mentioned. Although her writing is in the form of a monologue or series of thoughts, the sense of an audience is used as a device “rather than a participant”. Her poems written in third person narration is often based on her. Especially themes of love.


Duffy is motivated by her past experiences with love. Being a feminist, she gives a voice to women like a wives story. This allows women to have an identity: “women, by contrast, are resourceful, sturdy and above all capable of taking on the roles traditionally ascribed by society to men”. Duffy takes inspiration from Mythological stories as a device to convey her thoughts.

Global Issue for “Childhood story”

Global Issue: Power, Politics


Focus: The consequences of War has on innocent lives


The poem does not mention war. Out of context of war, the poem focuses on the innocence and ignorance of children. The Poet mentions the sense of unexpectedness by use of descriptive emotional language. The structure of the poem also hints at the sense of unexpectedness. A sense of unexpectedness relates to how death can come unexpectedly and suddenly to innocent lives. For example, Green Rice is written during the Vietnam war. The poet must relate to how parents that protect their families can suddenly disappear and die- never to return home.  Each quadrant of the poem has an emotional theme. The first 5 quadrants have words such as “curious”, “rejoice”, “more than two weeks” that shows the development of the emotion excitement from anticipation before the egg hatches to celebration after the chicks hatch. Suddenly, “the chicks fell over feet gone limp, shut their eyes” and died. This sudden contrast of liveliness to death relates to how death to innocent lives caught in the Vietnam war is sudden.


The poet uses the passing of time to convey the global issue: the consequence of war has on innocent lives. In the last stanza, the persona recalls the hatching moment and says “ I remember that afternoon Whenever I hear chicks call for their mother”. The persona reflects how the chicks in the poem didn’t survive because they didn’t have a mother protecting them but the present chicks have a mother to call. This relates to how some of the generation that survived the Vietnam war doesn’t have a mother to call but the younger generations in the future has a mother. The parents in the Vietnam War sacrificed themselves to allow new generations to live on.

Grendel and Queer communities journey to self acceptance

Grendel goes through a journey of feeling invalidated and feared to learning self-acceptance and feeling empowerment. In chapter 6 of ‘Grendel’, he learns to accept his monstrous self and embraces his strength which, eventually allows him to win the battle. ‘Grendel’ relates to the global issues of understanding self-identity and the value of acceptance through minority groups like LGBT+ groups and races.


The majority of traditionally viewed cultures or traditionally viewed Christians believed that homosexuality was a sin and it was wrong to live as an openly out person.  In result of that, homosexuality and the LGBT+ community was negatively stigmatized and isolated. Often, subjected to sexual harassment and violence. Statistics according to Pew Research Center shows that the majority of Middle east, Asia/ Pacific, Latin America and Africa does not accept homosexuality (https://www.pewresearch.org/global/2013/06/04/the-global-divide-on-homosexuality/). They also found a correlation in countries that preached against homosexuality also preaches for religion. Newsweek supports the claim with evidence showing 76 countries that criminalized homosexuality. Overall the majority of countries doesn’t accept homosexuality and spread negative stigma around like how the shaper and folk tales spreads the message that Grendel is a walking sin and he should be feared.


Unferth referred to Grendel with words like “foul thing”, “monster”, “Dread creature”, “Wretched shape”. These words are used to describe and stigmatize a being as evil. The action of spreading words of hate is seen in LGBT+ pride riots where homophobic people will preach against queer people calling them “faggot/fag”, “tranny”, “dyke” and more words to use against queer communities (https://www.adl.org/media/6788/download).


In result of discrimination and hatred, Queer right activists fight against homophobia and isolated people can find the community and feel accepted for who they are. Pride parades is the evidence of acceptance and empowerment. Although Grendel is a lonely monster, he learns to embrace his monstrous self and even proudly states “I was Grendel, Ruiner of meadhalls, Wrecker of Kings!”




Queer-phobia and Grendel-phobia

Global Issue: Identity and Culture


Lgbt members face global issues with their identity and their culture. Some traditional or religious cultures like Kenya, Afghanistan, and China does not accept homosexuality. Some punishments for being queer includes the death penalty by stoning and/or discrimination that leads to suicide.  Like Grendel living in a world where he is not accepted for who he is and eventually wants to end his own life. Lgbt+ members may face queerphobia and experience alienation and isolation because of their identity that they can’t even control like Grendel, a being that cannot change who he is. A bisexual person may experience isolation because of a phenomenon called Bi erasure. This is when the media or people, in general, do not acknowledge that bisexual people exist and that they are either gay or straight. Just like Grendel, a being with human and monster qualities is not accepted by both of the cultures. bisexual people aren’t accepted for being gay or straight because they truly aren’t either one of them.  Any member of the LGBT+ can experience alienation and hatred. If they are influenced negatively like homophobia or transphobia, they may develop internalized homophobia where they cannot accept themselves for who they are. like Grendel, being influenced by the humans and animals for not being good enough, is not included or even accepted for who he is: a creature with monster and human qualities.

Why and how do we study Literature

Why and how do we study literature?


Literature can be any texts or a body of written words that can be about anything from religion, history, educational text, novels and more. It is important that we study literature, so we can understand and comprehend what we are reading. Literature is a form of media that can inform and educate the readers. It has been an important part of human development ever since humans were able to read and write. It is one of the most important forms of communications that helped the world globalize and raise awareness. For an example, many letters were exchanged to make the Hiroshima and Nagasaki atomic bomb a reality. In result of the history changing decision was made in 1945, President Truman and many newspaper companies wrote literature, letters and speeches explaining what has happened. Overall. Literature is a form of communication and a tool used for reflection by historians, teachers, governments, students and anyone that can read and write.


We study literature, so we can understand the text and learn from it. Studying it also helps students become a better writer because they can learn and apply authors writing styles and techniques.


How I approach literature.

When I first get a body of text, I look to see if there are any images or visual messages that can give me a small background of what the text is going to be about. After I have a small grasp of what the text is going to be about, I start reading it. If I don’t understand the what the text is about, I will start by defining the words to try understand the authors messages. As I’m reading, I think about what the time period is, setting, subject, characters involved, purpose of the text, what the genre is and who is the author. Having as many background information of the text helps me understand what I am reading. I question the authors life conditions when writing the text, who it was meant for, time period, the authors intent, historical/ political and or cultural background of the text.


Looking for my Identity

The flipbook animation shows three characters and three buckets of paint. Each character represents a color and the color represents a group of people.  The reason why the colors are in the holes in the ground is that the group of people reflects borders of people that society created like race, background, and gender and the ground represents the borders. The animation shows the main character (pink icon) being pressured and pushed into different colored paint by green and blue icons. The paint symbolizes the societies expectations of each group. Beneatha is like the icon. She and her family were forced into living in the standards of the more dominant white culture of the time.

Because of that, Beneatha also struggles with finding her identity. As the pink icon’s color gets mixed her self-identity becomes muddled and she loses the idea of where she originated and belongs to the point where she doesn’t fit in with the place she originated from. One of the themes in the play is the assimilationism of culture. The idea of living to the standards of the dominant culture.


“He’s ashamed of his heritage” (pg. 80)

Beneatha is referring to George Murchison, a person of the same color, as someone who is ashamed of their heritage. Beneatha believes that the reason George said that is because, in her eyes, George is an assimilationist. Someone who lives in the standards and expectations as the white culture. This included being against “his heritage”. The blue icon was against their (pink) heritage.


“I am looking for my identity” (pg. 62)

Beneatha wasn’t able to relate with a lot of people because her viewpoints did not align with the societies viewpoint for a woman, especially of color. Even in her family, she was the only one that was driven to become something and saw more in people than just wealth and status. Adding on, she faced a lot of suppression from people because she was a female with thoughts and motivations. Something other women couldn’t relate to. Beneatha’s curiously driven mind causes a lot of issues like discrimination, segregation, and overall, a vaguer sense of identity.


“express me” (pg. 121)

Because of the lack of sense of identity, Beneatha finds different ways to express herself and who she identifies as. The animation shows the pink character being mixed in different colors and eventually changing the color of its own paint in the end. Beneatha experienced different groups of people and culture like her home, school, heritage, neighborhood and, the rich folk neighborhoods. In the end, wherever she goes, her identity was never one thing/color. It was her experiences which she went through like changing her hairstyle from the expected straight hair to curly and “raw… natural”hair.

Personal Narrative : A Boar is a Breed of Dog


The personal narrative is about a time in my past where my family and I traveled to the tropical island and decided to wonder into a wild jungle like tourist park. This story is about the time where I, a 8 year old girl, thought I spoke the language of pig.


A Boar is a Breed of Dog

The tickets were already paid for and the gate to civilian life closed behind us. My mother, father, brother and I took a giant step into the hot, and humid wilderness of tropical island of Guam. I remember I was so excited, I snatched the white envelope from my brother and I bolted into the shady areas of the sleepy forest. Chasing after me, my brother and I ran behind and around bushes and rocks in search for our potential new friend. The sky was bright and clear with a few chirping birds soaring by, and soothing wind that tickled the long blades of flourish grass. That day was going great. At that time, I was eager to become buddies with the creature. I imagined myself hugging and running around with the fellow. Me and the wild pig. It’s been years since my family was in Guam but, thinking about those lazy beasts still makes me smile. Maybe as a kid, I watched to many “Air Bud” or other emotional animal movies however, at the time, I expected a meaningful companionship to occur. Ecstatic at the thoughts of a squishy snout resting on my lap peacefully, it was enough motivation for the little girl that I once was, to be the first to find and introduce myself to any four hooved creature I come by.

I had my tangled black hair tied in a long pony tail and we continued to climb the muddy, wet juggle like terrain with no sound of oink, hooves or rustling of leaves. Pointing, I heard my brother shriek into explosive laughter. Laughing with joy, he saw a black blob run between the bushes and so, he started to chase after it. What was it?  I shouted after him,

“Stop, don’t chase after them. You’ll scare them!”

I was good with dogs and I know what’s right and wrong and, what he did, was definitely wrong.  My “pig whisper” skills were only just being discovered. My child brain could only compare these wild pigs to dogs.  Also, don’t judge me, I honestly believed wild pigs are just heavier dogs because, my dog and that boar, both have talented smelling abilities plus, they look alike. Taking advantage of that, I gathered some kibbles into my hand and started to scatter some into the bushes. I was luring my potential best friend.

I could remember it crystal clear, like it only happened yesterday.  Just like I planned, swiftly, a black figure emerged from the bushes. I wasn’t sure if it was going to charge at me or simply ignore me but, its snout was kept on the ground. I don’t recall if it saw me yet, the pig slowly shuffled awkwardly to our feet. When there was no more food on the soil, it took a few steps back, and it lifted its head. Her hair and skin looked dark and tough. I wonder what she was thinking then. What did she see through her squinting eyes? Her big head was accompanied with two dim marbles like eyes. Around her snout, drool, leaves and dirt was dripping down her chin from digging around in the ground for kibbles. The deep eyes looked at us briefly, made a few snorts, and it started to turn away. But then, her eyes twinkled, and it seemed that she changed her mind. My eyes lightened to see her sniffing for more food near my sandals and I could feel the warm exhales on my toes. My grinning brother, trying to get her attention, threw fistfuls onto the ground.  The bunch that was chucked towards her, hit the soil and ricocheted into individual pellets. Some of the pellets disappeared upon contact but most of them got muddy and soggy and soon, hard to see between the leaves on the ground.  I thought it was wasteful, so I grabbed a fistful, and I presented it in front of her. She didn’t notice my gesture as she continues to snort and dig her snout into the mud cracked ground. I revealed my hand to her and she inched closer while still eating food from the muddy floor.  On my hands, I had the premium quality kibbles. And might I add, lightly glazed with the grape juice, that I spilled on my hands earlier. I stared at her face as she snorted and licked dirt into her mouth. I was sending her a mental invitation to enjoy a special treat from my hand. I put my hand on the ground like a plate and she turned her body to face my sweaty palm. She accepted my offer! I started to breath heavily; my heart was pounding, and I was focused on her diligent movements. I raised my arm a little until, it was at her snout level so, she didn’t have to bend down. It was a luxurious service. I only wanted my future buddy to have the best of the food so, I continued pushed my hand under her nose and her eyes darkened and locked on the food. I was thrilled, I shuffled closer to her. Staring, she revealed two long cream-colored teeth. My body went cold. I immediately pulled back at the sight of her open mouth, but she charged forcefully and bit the food out of my hand! Right after she bit me, I shrieked. She bolted back into the dark unknown and I bolted to my familiar unaware parents who were still slowly walking up the hill. I still had all my fingers, but they were wet, smelly and covered in kibble dust. The boar was long gone, and my brother was still looking for the her. I felt so betrayed because I thought I could make a new friend. We could have been on animal channels together! I fed her; everyone loves food. I even gave her special, top notch treatment yet she still bit me. The pain took a few minutes to disappear, but I was still shocked. My heart was still pounding, and my clueless brother continued to chase after another pig and I didn’t even call him out. All I wanted after that experience was my parents. At that point, they were finally nearing the scene where my fingers and dreams was crushed. I ran and grabbed my father’s thumb which was a weird comfort habit that I had only as a child. Not turning back, we continued to walk around exploring the acres of Guam the park offered. I now realize that my little brain, at the time, could only comprehend the pig’s biting as an evil intent and not as a mistake and my not so good “pig whisper” skills. The poor pig wasn’t evil, it was afraid and fled. It was traumatizing however, because the tropical island was so relaxing and beautiful, I’m sure I soon forgot the incident where a boar bit me…



My internal conflict, the moment I didn’t get what I wanted and feeling betrayed is emphasized by the use of contrast, and narrative technique to reflect on the situation. The conflict was the moment I was bitten and feeling betrayed by the pig.

The writing starts with me being in a positive mood (“excited” and “ecstatic”). As the emotions intensified until the moment the boar bit me, the emotions changed to sadness and confusion. When first approaching the boar, I was determined. I knew what I wanted, and I showed that through repetition (wanting to be friends with the boar). After the biting, I can clearly see my child self and brain processing when I assumed that the “pig’s biting as an evil intent”.

I used color of the boar to intensify the contrast. I described the pig using dark colors that connotes with mystery because I was weary and unaware yet, I thought I knew the pig enough to approach the wild creature with my hands. It turned out that I wasn’t familiar and therefore, it bit me. To recover, I went back to my parents to find comfort in something familiar. I felt betrayed because I thought I was familiar enough and the pig knew that however, that wasn’t the reality.