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IRJ-QR#17 November 19, 2009

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The Judge of the Other Side: Duties of the People

In the novel The Golden Compass, Pullman creates a wise Librarian who gives insight into the nature of human kind. The Librarian tells the Master in a discussion of Lyra’s wellbeing, “[t]hat’s the duty of the old… to be anxious on behalf of the young. And the duty of the young is to scorn the anxiety of the old,” (Pullman 32).

The Master has been discussing with the Librarian how he worries about how Lyra will fare on her journey to the North. The Librarian points out how useless his anxiety may be. In the movie Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest, Will Turner wagers an eternity of service to Davy Jones in a bet. His father, afraid of what may happen to his son, decides to protect him by putting himself into his position. After his father looses the bet, Will gets angry at him for trying to protect him.

This downward spiral results in distrust between the separated age groups and an unwillingness to be similar in the way they think. When the younger person distrusts the older person, they will not want to accept the wise advice the elder may have to offer, leading to dissatisfaction and confusion in their lives. It is a necessity for all people from their predecessors. If people do not learn young what the old learned in a lifetime, we make the same mistakes or repeat processes for information we already have figured out, giving the future the same amount to work with as we had. We must give them more.


Proposition: Humans should pass their information from generation to generation and forget about what they think others should do, and focus on what others should think.


IRJ-CP#16 November 11, 2009

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What Goes Around Comes Around: The Shame in Heathenism

“Hi Jackson Grist.”

“Good Morning Catherine Shane,” I replied as I walked through the glass doors leading into the lobby of the theatre. I should have been waiting for the teacher in class but nobody had waited with me there, and the freshmen packed the lobby. “What is everybody doing here?”

“I think it has something to do with what happened on Friday,” Catherine answered before she skipped away to say hi to Rachael. She had instantly reminded me of the incident last week.

The doors to the theatre opened and I was sucked in with the crowd. Normally we wouldn’t have a morning meeting in the beginning of the day, but the obvious pain most of my class felt needed to be addressed by the school. I sat in the seat next to Laura. I sat as stolidly and silently as possible, sensing the inevitable sadness in the room.

Mr. Jones cleared his throat to quite the other grades. He began, “As most of you know, there was an – incident in school on Friday.” The room remained silent. “A freshman was brutally wounded on her way to class, and we took swift action. Jane Reyn is still not in a stable state.” The noise of throaty gasps made by audience members darkened the news. “We want you to have all the information.” I closed my eyes and replayed in my mind what I saw.

–    –    –

I stood up to turn off the lights when the door swung open into my hand. Jane stood there, red, all over. I ran over to help her as did everybody else in the class. She whispered so only I could hear, ‘See you’, and then collapsed. The paramedics came. We all left school.

–    –    –

My memory played back at the same rate as Mr. Jones voice. He began again. “Since school was cancelled due to the fear of parents to send their children after such an atrocity has taken place, we will be having one fewer period in each class over the week’s entirety.” He paused for seventeen seconds. “You may go to A period.” The assembly rose solemnly and exited with few words.

IRJ-OP#15 November 10, 2009

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Bittersweet Happiness: What We See Is Not What We Get

The other day, I was talking to my mom about how hard my homework seems this year, and how I don’t get enough time to play with my brother. She  jokingly responded, “Life stinks, then you die,” (Karen G). This statement surprised me in its brutality and bitterness.

Stress: The rudimentary science and cause of stress

Organization: Study on how human brains organize experience

‘Life stinks’, a statement to broad to determine any truth in society, groups together what people in the world focus on the most, their shortcomings. People always focus on the things they may do incorrectly. The stress people put on only fixing the things they can’t do precipitates the use of terms to force life as a burden.

In reality, life displays beauty and happiness. Happiness and beauty cannot be focused on with one eye like failure. Failure must be seen for there to be happiness, otherwise the good seems mundane.

Once people go through hard times they do not die. Death concludes people’s happiness. Only when everything they know and love wraps together into our mind and makes sense do they die naturally. Nature uses sense as a way of control because once people know what everything means people no longer see the pain of death. In Star Wars, as Yoda dies, he finally has seen what he needs to in his life and he passes it on to Luke, his enjoyment and bliss that no one else can understand. Natural death comes only after the greatest understanding of happiness, and life provides that happiness when viewed by the two eyed man.

Proposition: Humans do not see the good side of everything until their time runs short, and they seem to only understand that pain describes happiness.

IRJ-CP#14 November 3, 2009

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Follow the Wrong, Obey the Righteous: Fire Shows the Way

The old man shoved me past the girl and into a dimly lit room. He brought me over toward the platform near the side of the room and tied my hands with bungee cord to a pole sticking out of the wall. He then proceeded to lean awkwardly against the large, dilapidated, wooden table that seemed to go well with the deplorable, gray cardboard floors. The girl I had seen in the entry tried to come in, but he shooed her off.

“Jake Vertek,” the man boomed sanctimoniously. I suddenly realized that through all of what had happened, he had not spoken until now and his voice seemed torpid. “I am in need of your assistance.” He said this in a way that showed he really hated hearing those words coming out of his mouth.

“Well—,” I began to say mindlessly.

“Well nothing. Hear me out. I need you to leave this awful place and come with me to my own country.”


“SILENCE! My wicked brother has waged war on me for a lark, and you, a normal boy, have what it takes to destroy him.”

“But—.” That was the last time he wanted to hear me talk. He picked up a book from the table and threw it at me.

He continued as I winced at the pain in my leg. “As you can see, I don’t expect on taking no as an answer. I would like you to hurry, however, in making your alliance with me. My brother is nearly here to try and kill us.” That was the pinnacle of his discussion.


“Well what?”

“Well I don’t know what I can do for you?”

“It’s good that you have allied yourself with me.”

“But I didn’t—”

“Hey. Silence.”

Then I saw the girl. She had a stack of newspapers in one hand and a match in the other and was tiptoeing to the corner the old man had his back to. The old man followed my gaze, and jumped off the table toward the girl as she dropped the match. It only took a few seconds for the fire to precipitously light the walls and floor.

The old man picked up the girl by an arm and a leg with ease and swung her across the room into the wall near me, where she lay motionless. The fire was already out of control. The man sauntered out of the room calmly as the fire enveloped the table, leaving both the girl and I helpless in the corner of the room.