Justin's Eng Blog

A theme of my life would learning. When I say this i do not mean just mean education, I mean in life. Seeing something new, making mistakes, interactions between me and other people, there is always something new to learn in even the smallest of things. The way my gender might effect this, is by the way I might experience things differently from genders. I might be treated with biases, positive and negative, I might be told certain things others wouldn't normally be told or not experience things other would. But this would be part of the learning process. Trying to understand that other people have different experiences from you.

Not matter who you are, everyone wears some sort of color every day. I personally wear a lot of blue and red as they are my favorite colors. But as you may know some colors are considered "girly and manly." This really only appears in blue and pink. When you attend a gender reveal party, the color pink is used for females, and the color blue is used for males. Has these colors always symbolized their genders assigned to them? According to a CNN article " Pink was not then (mid-1700's) considered a "girls" color...  The tint was, in fact, often considered more appropriate for little boys because it was seen as a paler shade or red, which had "masculine" military undertones" ( Cerini.) The symbolism for the color pink actually originated from a "masculine" color. Showing how the symbolzem can change over years. Link:  https://www.cnn.com/style/article/history-of-color-pink/index.html

  He enters the room. Everyone stops, all attention is drawn upon him. He breaks the tension with a small wave of the hand, and proceeds to the corner where a person sits  by themsel ves. “This seat taken” he asks.   “ Are you in it ?” asks  the person.           “What?” he responds   with a question  in his eyebrow .        The person does not give a response. The person   only begins to occupy themselves with paper and a  penc il . The person began to write on the paper , focused, as if they were working on an essay. He looks down at the page and notices its emptiness . He squats on the ground, the talking and laughter of the room deafening his ears. He puts h is head on his knees and his arms begin holding himself together. He lets out a silencing sigh, and ask himself “Am I here all alone?”