Good bye all my heroes

Time flies. we finally reached the end of the semester. I remebered at the beginning of the class when I first saw the course schedule, I felt so overwhelmed. I thought that the amount of work was too much for me, and that whether or not I would still survive after the course. But right now, when sitting in my room writing the last journal recalling what I have been through, I am proud of myself as well as all my classmates and Professor Sean in Composition class. Together, we all made it through.

Firstly, I wanna give my thanks to Sean for being patient on reading our "sencond language" essays and research papers, teaching us how to use APA, and importantly giving us chances to write - the chances that most of us, honestly, didnt appreciate much at the beginning of the class.

Next is my thanks to Thuy, my best friend and knowledgeable sister who has accompanied with me during the whole semester, for not only teaching me the way to work professionally and motivatedly, but also for funny luches when we lied on the grass enjoying Juice It Up. Im proud to say that I have learnt a lot from u.

Then, my thanks to Cyndy and Leo who helped me much in working in group and prepairing for giving group's presentation. U guys are among the most awesome partners I ve ever had.

Last but not least, my thanks to Cindy, Amy, Ella, Angelica, Karen, Georgina, Sylvia, Seng, Motaz, Abdullatif, and all my peers in Compsition Class for the time that we had together.

Once again, bravooo for all of us, the heroes trained by leader Sean.
I wish u all the best.
Good bye !!!

Journal 17

Baraka leaves me the feeling of uncertainty for the world we are living in now. It used to be a "big big world" to me, but not anymore since the moment I watched Baraka.
Yet, Baraka takes us on the journey to the hidden corners of the world where we havent exposed ourselves to and to the crowded cities where we stuffed ourselves in everyday. And I was quite shocked at the scene in which the slim tall old buildings rose neatly in a narrow city of a poor country. It was so stuffed that I, a spectator sitting in a large modern air-conditioned class in the richest country in the world, felt no air and almost choked. People behind the iron windows of their houses seem to be kept in cages; they show no feeling in their eyes. And then when it came to the scene of the city's semetary, I was shocked once again. The semetary where dead people were resting looked exactly like the buildings where city dwellers were living. I couldnt realize that it was the semetary until my teacher explained it. For some people, it might be an impressive scene; but for me, it was a sign of hopelessness. As my professor, S. Cochran, once said: " We live in the box, we finally die in the box". Yes, we are dying in the box that we build for ourselves.