And by “three things,” I mean personality traits.
The English teacher in me feels a need to explain what personality traits are. So please indulge me, and I’ll explain it the way I would to my kiddos:
Personality traits aren’t things that make you pretty, or at least not in the purely superficial, outer appearance kind of way. Instead they are the things that make you an individual. When looking at characters in stories, books, movies, or television shows, you have to be able to determine a person’s personality (or moral character) by looking at their actions, or how they say things. A character who beats up another character for his lunch money is probably a bully. His actions might be that he speaks angrily, or that he inflicts pain without thinking about his actions. Thus his personality traits might be described as: insensitive, rude, brash, or (if we want to give him a positive spin) forceful.
“These things are inferred….”
And then the lesson could continue. For my purposes here, I don’t think I need to give anyone a reading assignment. Of course, if you want one, let me know, and by all means I will oblige with an appropriately relevant passage and questions.
A passage from The Story of O would make for an interesting character study…
“To say that from the moment her lover had left, O began to await his return would be an understatement. She turned into pure vigil, darkness in waiting expectation of light.” —Pauline Réage Continue reading Day 6: 3 Things to Be Proud Of.
Since I post almost all of my social life on here, there aren’t many things that I keep to myself, and thus there aren’t that many things that I feel truly guilty for…but there are a few. Nothing illegal, as far as I know.
So prepare yourself for my Guilty Pleasures!
The Wendy Williams Show
I really like this show! That “How you doin’?” is sometimes all it takes to make me smile. Plus, she’s just so…real, as my kiddos would say. She doesn’t sugar coat things; she tells you exactly what’s on her mind. She also does a few things that are particularly Oprah-esque, like giving everyone in the office whatever object is being featured on her show. Continue reading Day 5: Guilty Pleasures.
As I look back through my mental picture book, I keep dead-ending at this image of me and my parents in a pool. I’m sure if I really press, I can find something older, more significant, like the first time I ate _____, or my first experience with ______. My grandfather was a Shriner, and my grandmother owned her own business and held extravagant Christmas parties every year at their home in Oklahoma; surely some earlier experience from them has found a permanent place in my brain.
But what I keep coming back to is this memory of my parents and me swimming in the pool near our house. It’s dark, I have little floaties on my arms, my hair is nothing but a jumble of curlicues sticking out maybe an inch or two from my head, and both my parents are there, one on each side of me. We’re treading water in the deep end of the pool, slowly making our way to the light that shines brightly just beneath the diving board.
My mother and I used to swim our summers away in that pool. Even though we lived across the street from Lake Buchanan, it was in the pool that we chose to swim. For one thing, Buchanan is rarely full, as it is the first lake in the chain of man-made lakes in the Texas Hill Country, and thus feeds all the other lakes down the line. Continue reading Day 4: My Earliest Memory
I’m not sure I can truly say these facts are “random” since I am the one deciding which facts to share. There are things that I just won’t share, and yet some of those questions are ones that, I imagine, would come up if I were to take requests from random people. Instead you get a selection of the 12 questions I would be comfortable answering. Thus, totally planned, and not at all random.
1. I am adopted. This isn’t exactly a new fact, but it is the most important fact about me. It really has defined who I am in so very many ways! For instance, like I discussed on Day 1, it means I’m open-minded because I don’t really see race. I see the personality of a person before I see the outside.
2. I have a fear of failure. Through my own self-evaluation, I’ve learned that this is somewhat due to my adoption. The way it was explained to me was that I was “chosen” like a car or a new toy. I’ve also heard other parents say this to their adopted children, or about their adopted children. In fact it is the most accepted ways of explaining adoption to children who don’t have a grasp on what it really means. Continue reading Day 3: A Dozen Random Facts About Me