Unit 1 Reflection

Unit 1 was ok. The very first rhetorical devices we went over were topics I was somewhat familiar with. The ideas of propaganda constantly made me think of Orwell’s “1984”. The book is so imprinted in my brain that the mention of propaganda makes me think of Winston (Mc).

The class seemed to fly by until the first paper came. When I had to prepare to write it, it made me feel like I had to look for something in myself when I wrote the paper. Writing about my faith was really important because it was something that heavily affected me for majority of my life. This semester has been the first time I haven’t been required to say some type of prayer or attend a mass. This paper helped me express the freedom I felt in not having to do something because of a system put in place. The first paper was a breath of fresh air, I felt and still feel like I really needed that. It helped me express myself. Now that I think about it, it was more like a journal entry than a paper to me. I pour out what I think when I write, and I’m okay with that.

Unit 2 Reflection

When I think of what I’ve learned this unit researching is the only thing I could really think of. I was in a class in high school that was based solely on research and writing research papers. The class definitely helped me sharpen up on those skills and allowed to reflect on how much work it takes to not only find credible sources but putting them to use.

I sadly wasn’t there for the library visit. That’s an experience I’m not sure I’ll be able to get again in a classroom kind-of setting. The rhetorical analysis was somewhat a pleasure to write. To research something I had never even heard of before was interesting. The movement happened not too long ago, but I’m only hearing about it now. This paper convinced me to look into things more. Anyone can see general new, but never do their own research of what the headlines say.

Am I really firm in what I believe?

For my entire life I have participated in catholic faith. As a child I was brought to church every Sunday. I was forced to go to Sunday school, attended a Christian middle school and attended a catholic high school. Religion has been forced down my throat as long as I can remember. I became very bored and uninterested with it very early on. Yes, I was learning, but that didn’t mean I firmly believed in what I was learning. I know all these Bible stories and different lessons, but I don’t really care about them. I remember going to church and not being able to fall asleep in those tough wooden benches. The sermons I had sometimes resonated but that was a long time down the line. It took me around the time I was ten to understand, but I remember going to church with my sisters when around four or five years old just walking back and forth across the bench waiting for us to leave. I started going less and less and made my return a few years later and started Sunday school. I remember when I went through the most important time in a Catholic’s religious journey, Confirmation. I was finally confirmed in the church. I remember when my Sunday school teacher told me at 13, “Now that that you’re confirmed you can decide when you want to come to church”. I haven’t been to that church since. It started off as a break from getting ready every Sunday to do I even believe in anything they are saying? Catholicism is completely faith based. Believing in Jesus is like having a blindfold on and doing a trust fall with someone who walked away and believing they’ll come back to catch you. I remember learning a few of the technicalities of Catholicism and it is not for the weak. To believe in something with barely any concrete evidence is difficult. Many historians believe Jesus was a man recognized for miracles, but he was probably doing modern science, or he had really good luck when in front of the right people. It is confirmed that Jesus was a man that walked on this Earth thousands of years ago but hasn’t been acknowledged for anything else the Bible has said about him. In high school I had religion class my freshman and I realized that I’m not really sure about religion. Lately I haven’t been believing in anything. My sisters still go to church while I spend my Sunday like any other day. Sunday is the second day of the weekend or the first day of the week.