Thursday, October 20, 2011

A rough draft of the rough draft


What does Malcolm x, Che Guevara, and William Wallace all have in common? They have gave their blood, sweat and lives for the justification of their people.  Their act of tyranny was to define those who had the self-righteous iron fist. Either, if one sailed to Cuba to overthrowing Cuban’s dictator or to command and lead a outnumber platoon against the powerful English army and come out with multiple wins. Or encourage the avocation for the  freedom of the African Americans during the civil right movement.  These legendary demonstrators all have the same traits as one young Marjane Satrapi.
 As the reader structure her layout in Persepolis.   Young Marj S. was force to grow up faster than a normal child would.  This had effected her path to finding her own identity. Her surrounding influenced her to battle with her own reality and her imagination.  This would eventfully cause her question her own religion and culture.  Moreover, Miss Satrapi became what we known in this era as the modern day rebel. 
Marjane grew up during the “ the Islamic revolution.” which was held in her own county.  This can be especially be tough on a young child. She had to struggle with the realization that many of her family members gave their life to this war.  Granted, in the beginning of this novel we come to find that she believed, she was a prophet sent from god. “I was born with religion” and  “At the age of six I was already sure I was the last prophet.”(6) However, she had a breakthrough, once her uncle Anoosh was put back into prison.  She repainted her god by saying, “Shut up you! Get out of my life!!! I never want to see you again!”(70) This was the beginning of Marjane “The rebel” Satrapi. 
Her instinct and insight did not come out of the blue or out of a book.  This was trickle down from her chromosome and from the value of parents.  She gains this marksmanship to attribute from her family member.  Starting with parent. In the beginning of Persepolis we find out that Marjane mom had been photography at a demonstration. She had to hind out and change her color. Then, her dad had gone to a demonstration to take photo of the army killing a young man.  Likewise, was the story of her grandpa who had been put in prison multiply time.  Plus, the murder of Mohsen who body was found with only his head under water.  Then, his sister was executed in his place.  These incent all play a part in how she was push to revolts her government and find tranquilly within her own family. 
Marj did started to question her family stature compare to other family in her country at an early age.   It had dawn on her one day why she was feeling guilty for sitting in her father Cadillac.  “The reason for my shame and for the revolution is the same: the difference between social classes.”(33) In addition, she had a maid name Mehri.  Mehrie would not eat at the same table as the rest on Marj’s family.  Also, there was a scene in the book where the gentlemen next door, who was courting her maid.  But, once he found out she was just a maid and not part of Marj family.  He had cut all ties with Mehrie.  Marj’s father gasp to his daughter “…In this country you must stay within your own social class” Marj cry back “Dad, are you for or against social classes”(37) Marj continue to crying and head back to the room where Mehri was lying in bed.  “We were not in the same social class but at least we were in the same bed.”(37).  This is where her eyes began to open up and her rebel instinct kick in.   
We all go to through a fazed where we become recalcitrant to our parent. Indeed Marj was forbidden to protest at any of the demonstration.  Yet, Marj convinces Mehrie to disobey the parents.  Marj elaborate, “ Tomorrow we are going to demonstrate” Mehrie replied, “we are not allowed to” Mary insisted, “Don’t worry! We are going anyway.” (38) Although, this incent was just a small step in breaking the rules, but it’s a huge step in a monarch voicing her disagreeing with authority.   One of her defining monument was when she had her first cigarette.  “…I sealed my act of rebellion against my mothers dictatorship by smoking the cigarette id stolen form my uncle tow weeks earlier”
What put her over the top is when she not only verbally assaulted her teacher but physically as well.  Marj teacher announce to the class “Since the Islamic republic was sounded, we no longer have political prisoner” Marj rebuttal back “My uncle was imprisoned by the shah’s regime, but it was the Islamic regime that ordered his execution.” “You say that we don’t have political prisoners anymore. But we’ve gone from 3000 prisoners under the shah to 300,000 under your regime.” “How dare you lie to us like that?”  This was one of the most significant parts to the Persepolis.  Marjane actually spoke up and not just talked underneath her breath like she always does.  This was the monument I knew she had it in her.  She was fearless and courageous while specking from her heart.  
            Marjane was a born leader.  I am not a born leader.  I did not grow up in a life where every thing was providing for me.  I did not have a childhood where so many of my family members died.  I did not have to move always from my family at early age. Though, we do have thing in common.  We did share the disagreement about how our country portray on our youth.  In Iran you were able to enlist to the military at the age of 16.  In the United state of America you were able to give your life to the war at the age of 18.  But, are not able to purchase alcohol at the age of 18.  We both have a strong belief in our own philosophy on the outlook on life.  We both took the path that not offends taken by other.  Our existence on this planet is not to live the mainstream and cliché life.  But,  Marj and I are here to break barrier and to bridge gap between mankind and humanity .
             Marj was a smidgen of a misfit. A bit self absorb narcissistic with a condescending personally. Yet, she back up her believes with ligament ideology cast from her parent.  Marj became a rebel with a shield of honor and shape sword of justice by the traits of her parent outlook on the Iran dictatorship government system.  She was arbitrary a self-destructed commodore with vast experience of her families  becoming brutally murder for unlawfully reasoning. Marj was force to learn of lies from the misconception and bias Iran education system.
            This all played a factor on how Marjane Satrap became a Revolution rebellious rebel.  She will fight for the people that can’t fight and will continue to make monumental movement it the social classes.  She will gain the trust of her people and become what her grandpa did not.  

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Freaking out

I have no idea how I am going to write this Formal Paper.  I am almost in a panic mode.   This paper is likely going to be the toughest assignment out of all my classes. I am kind of freaking out.  Maybe even losing my mind. I guess this come with the territory of being a student. Ahhhhhh!!!! woosha woosha
So, I decided to go with Reader Response for my Critical Theories.  My latest post was on how Marj was portray as a rebel.   This is where I found my self with most connection to her.  In theories I would try to trace back to where Marj had her first rebellious uprising.  However, In the back of my mind, something is telling me that she was influence by her parents for this state of mind. I remember reading something about her mother having similar traits as a child.  

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Screw the Man!



Marjane Satrapi was never the goody two-shoes in school or an obedient daughter at home.  She was more of a rebel and the class clown. Early in Persepolis, Marj manipulated her maid to sneaking away to a demonstration. “Tomorrow we are going to the demonstration” Marj (38). “We are not allowed” Mehri (38).  “Don’t worry! We are going anyway” Marj(38).  Once they return home from the demonstration both received a hi-five in the face complimentary of Marj’s mom.  She deliberately disobey her parents (an authority) to do what she felt was the right thing to do. 
Marj never really believes in the subjective practices of her teacher.  “Children, tear out all the photos of he Shah your books”(44) Marj’s teacher. “But she was the one who told us that the Shah was chosen by God” (44) Marj. Further in the book Marj and her friends would use toilet paper as decorations for the school ball or dances.  Also, she would heckle her teacher while Marj’s teacher was yelling at the students. Towards the end of Persepolis, she dresses up in improper attire, where it was address as “punk wears” by the Guardians of the revolution women branch.  She knew that its wasn’t allowed but she did it anyway.  If that not a rebel with a cause I don’t know what the definition of a rebel is. 
In this aspect of who Marjane was as a child, is where I find the most similar between her and I. When I was adolescence, I was sort of rebellious kid my self and even sometime still to this day.  Only on rare occasions is when I didn’t break the rules. I define my mom and the authority. My friends and I when we were younger would  go in to town and cause trouble. Bullying little kids, vandalizing and taking whatever we feel like it.  We definitely needed some guidance at that time.  What can I says, I am a product of my environment and my environment is a product of me.
Till this day, I feel that I am always up against this unstoppable entity.  More often than not, I feel that I have to work even harder than everyone else for my achievement.  Through the struggle and the stride of my life, I hope one day it will all payoff.  
To be continue……… 

Monday, September 26, 2011

Metacog what?

Metacognitive: Thinking about your thinking
-Mrs. knapp

Metacognition:  Awareness or analysis of one's own learning or thinking processes
-merriam-webster.com

Metacognitive: Catching your self wondering off while you are reading.  Then getting mad at your self for wondering off.  Furthermore, you get mad at your self for noticing that you have notice your self wondering .
-Kevin Tran

I have been feeling under the weather for last three days.  You name it I have it; headache, running nose, sore throat, coughing, body aching and snezzing.  I have tried  all of today over the counter drugs.  Nyquil (awesome until you wake up) Dayquil and Theraflu. Days like this I wish I still lived at home with my mom.   The worst part is that I had to work two out of the three days when the symptoms first began. 

 From when I can remember, I had a difficult time with reading and writing.  Maybe its because my mom never graduate college or fully assimilate with the America culture.  Or even due the reason that I was never good at reading or writing and eventually I stop trying completely.  However, it could be that I have ADHD or dyslexia.  I never wanted to get diagnosis by a professional.  I might be in denial or even scary to hear the result. I just don’t want to be told that I am dyslexic or have a disability for reading and writing.  I do not want to be known to have a handicap.  The would is tough enough to be an individual these days.   I do not need any more ammunition for people to use against me.  That might sound egocentric but that who I am.  My ego is arbitrary heavy to carry around sometime. 

What help me comprehend and acknowledge the marital I study for school or work purpose; is to plan out a time and a place in which I will be doing my studying.  For my English 1B class, I would plan to do my reading assignment on Saturday night after I get home from work.  Than the following day, I would catch up on my footballs games. When I get my fix on Sunday's  football games. I would take about an hour or two and work on the weekly writing assignment.  Occasionally, if I feel up to the task, I will make meidorcre comments or wise crack on other people post.   More offend than not, I read most of the my classmate posted and have to reread them.  I’ll zonk out or daydream all the time while I am reading.  But, when I am in the zone. I am like Pablo Picasso with a paint bush and the world(my laptop) is my blank canvas.

Action is the foundational key to all success.

Monday, September 19, 2011

War! what it is good for? Absolutely Nothing!

"I've suffered so much, I raised my five kids with the water of my tears, now they want to trade this key for my oldest son..."
"All my life, I've been faithful to the religion if its come to this ... well , cant believed in anything anymore" 
This is one powerful statement that only a mother can make.  The though of her eldest son, her first creation will leave her side and head into combat for a war that contradict their family belief. Its so apaulling thats she is loosing on senses with reality.  She does not know what to believed in anymore.  She is toured at the price she have to pay for her family freedom and for the islamic revolution.  The hardship she had to endure to rise her five kids “with the water from my tears.”  Its a condemnable attribute that a mother can rise her five kids and still have all of her marble is besieging.  With these quotes the writer wanted to emphasized that she didn't want to abandoned her religious beliefs but when her families is involved, she knows that blood is thinker than water.

War is not always right and not always wrong.  War is tough for everyone through in through. When you hear about it and see it on TV or even listen to it on the radio is one type of animal.   But when it hit close to home and one of your family member will be sent of to war.  It a whole different ordeal.  It will take much more than a strong willed woman to hold back tear or a hardworking father who rise his kids on his owe in small farm to let their son/daughter become a hero. If my littles sister wanted to enlist to the milliary I would be proud but at the same time scary that I might lose her. She is the only person in my immediate family that I really do care about. I would try to talk her out of it.

I for one do not agree with going to war over race, territory or religious purposes.  If it came down to it.  I would strap on my boots, put on my hard helmet, kiss my mom good bye and face the pie piper head on.  I am not pro war but when the time come for me to fight or run.  I will not turn my back.  Maybe  “Saving Private ryan” , “Black Hawk Down”and “Band of Brother ” had a big influences on the way I intermit war.  But, Ive always wanted a military back round or become part of the services . I guess the brotherhood of  military and fighting for the greater good of something other than your self appealed to me. I feel the can military can gratified mind, body and soul.  Plus I always wanted to travel the world.  




Saturday, September 17, 2011

Better late than never, but never late is better

This post was due last Sunday.  I will probably not get any credit for this but I owe it to my self and Mrs Knapps to attemp  to write this post.  Procrastination has become second nature to me.  Waiting until the last minute to get done thing  is my signature way of life.  But I would like to blame this late post to my dear friends Joe Clarke and Lenny Fong.  My friends Joe Clarke recently move to southern California due to getting new job as wine brokerage.  Congratulations Joe Clarke. He was in compeititon with 500 other candidate for one position.  He had the interview on Wednesday and got the job on Thursdays. He had to started the job that up coming Monday.  I had to say our farewell that Saturday night which was my HW night.  Then there was my friend Lenny Fong who was also going back to school in southern California this past Wednesday.   I  had to say goodbye to him twice once on Friday night and the on Sunday afternoon.  Both those days was dedicated for HW. Thanks guys your are the best.

Back to the literature at hand.  I don't remember the last time i read a book or even a magazine. But, Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi was intriguing from pages 1 to 50.  She was so coy as little girl. Marjane is also very smart for her age and lucky to have parent that are so understandable and reasonable.  She has the makeup of being  something great one day.
In the near future of this book it will have her going through her teen year struggling to cope with society and what her parents stand for.  We will get to see her making choices that her parent will disagreed with like the type of friends she going to have and the people she will date.  This will  invoke the belief of the righteousness of the islamic race and  religion.  She will discover her grandpa past and become intuitive in his passion for fighting for his people.  She will also follow in his footsteps and live for the people.  Maybe she will become a prophet and god will speck to her in what we know as dreams.

To bad I found out the other day that this is a fictional book.  I just felt that I knew this girl somehow.  She was somehow relatable.  Most of thing she went through was not the typical life style that a normal American kids live through.  The way I grew up was not like your  hollywood movie or favorite TV show ether.  Marjane did had her ups and her down. So has every Vietnamese american  kids that went to school in america.  Our value, ethic and morals had septurated us from the american born ideal philosophy.  The way we look, the way we spell our name, and the way we talked with an accent.  All these thing had aliened us early in American schooling.  Marjane had also went to simular situation when she was going to school.  Hopefully, as in today era we are more accepted she will be accepted for her family belief and life style.

 Till next time live long and prosperous!

Friday, September 16, 2011

Who am I?

"I am whatever you say I am. If I wasn't then why would I say I am"  A quote from one of today modern pioneer of hip hop Eminem. 

*Spoiler alert*

First I like to start off by saying that English is my worst subject and grammer is my number one flaws.  Please be kind. 


Bonjour mon ami I am Minh The Tran.  But my friends call me Kevin.  From what I was told.  My mother at the age of 19, she had two different choices to make.  Choice 1:  Stay in a third world country (Vietnam) with a man she like and was dating (he was mildly well off).  Choice 2:  Is to which she follower her heart and run away with a  man she hardly knew, to the free world in what they called America.  Can you guess what my mother did?  She pack whats is needed in two small breifcases  and escapes during the midnight sky.  Without leaving a note or explain why or where she was going.   She chase down love through a refugie ship heading to the  "land of opportunity".  My parent  had to detour throughout China for two years.  Once they reach the Golden State of America. They started their new fresh beginning in good old San Francisco of California.  Two years later that had there first child.  On December 12th 198? @ 2:43am. Weight in at 8lbs and 3ozs Tran T Minh( that how they pronounces my name in Vietnamese, last name first) was cast as their first natural american born child at St. Mary hospital.


Now here I stand 20's something years laters, a young lad still searching for what the worlds has to offer  him.   Honestly, I am still discover "Who I really am".  I don't think that search will ever end, until I laying on my death bed.  But, for now Its seem that I am a adrenaline junkie.  Ever since I can remember extreme sports was a part of my lives.  I am not saying I was good at any of those sports( skateboarding, Inline roller-blazing , BMX bikes ects). But I can hold my own and enjoy the time trying to be great at them. These day I am  snowboarding, wake boarding and skydiving. I am also a huge Oakland Raider, Golden State Warrior , San Francisco Giants and San Jose sharks fans.  I loves going to the actual game.  There is so much electrical emotion in the atmosphere at each and everyone of those event. Its such a indescribable feeling.  One must be there to understand type of emotion that ignite thought the crowd, when your team score a touch down or when someone hits a walk off or even making a game winning shot. 

Its seem that I am skating on thin ice at work these day and my focus  should shift to school.  So, I am currently working on my AS in fire sciences.  I have one last class to survive in order to received my AS.  An A.S degree is mediocre at best in today society and economy.  Moreover, I am taking my National Register Emergency Medical Technician (NREMT) at the beginning of next month.  Once I have pass my NREMT and become a EMT for six month or have 960 hours under my belt.  I can applied for Paramedic school. Once I graduate from paramedic school I will enroll to ASU for my Bachelor degree in Health science.  When I gain enough  experiences as a paramedic and received my Bachelor degree in H.S.  Then this will be the time I will applied for a  Firefighter position.  If I do ever become a Firefighter.  My dream would to become a Smoke Jumper firefighter. Those are the ones that jump out of planes to fight wildfire and forest fire. One of the baddest firefighter of them all.


That was little of Kevin Tran past, present and future.  


"Live life today as not your last but live as if you just been awaking"  


The best advice I got
Was keep writing
And keep living
And keep loving
And when the ink dries
And the pages turn to dust
So will we
Turn to dust

-Frank Ocean