Last one.

Wow, it is finally winter break. I am so excited. The only thing i have to do is finish this blog post and another then, I will officially begin my break off school.

So, this morning, my group and I had our last discussion about The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, by Mark Haddon. And i hate to say it, but it was a sucky/terrible discussion. It is really challenging for us to ask level two and three questions.  I say this, and many of the other group members say it as well that because we cannot relate to his experience, it is challenging to talk about something we do not know about. On a positive note, we all loved and admired Christophers talent and determination. For example, when he told him mom that he had to go back to Sweden to take his Math Level A test but she no because they were all the way in London, but luckly she was going back to Sweden and he was able to take his test although he was tired and could not do math has usual, he still took the offer got an A grade. Christopher's life over-time shows the many risks he took.

After u finished reading the book, I was unattracted to the book. This is because, the first and second parts of the book were emotional and enthsiastic, and because of the major events during those parts, I assumed it was going to end off with a resolution. For example, near the end of the book, the bond between his father and him were not complete. I wanted to know it is was going to forgive him or just, not. Also, I assumed maybe the Father and his Mother were going to get back together. So many question, but no answers. I hate books that leave  readers in a blurrrr. I just want too know.

All in all, the group discussion was not at it's best, and the next time I read a book that is challenging to analyze, i just need to work harder and re-read that part once more and make-up a level two or three question from there. This is because not all the time will I read a book that will be easy to understand, analyze, and interprete. It's just how life works. 

Well, now I have to do one-more blog post and I am off to start be wonderful, long break.

Happy Holiday!

Last one.

Wow, I am done with the book. It seems like it went pretty, darn fast...

Although I did not like the book in the beginning, it started to become more entertaining at the end. I have also realized that Carlos's family is very similar to me. A women's role versus men’s are visible and distinguishable in the vignettes and in my family. That is why the book became more delightful and valuable to read.

In How The Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents, by Julia Alvarez, in the third section, the vignette that shocked me the most was: An American Surprise.

In many countries, families have maids. And the maids are very close to the family, but know when they cannot do certain things and can.

 In this vignette, the maid, Gladys, she was black (I think?) was accused of stealing Carla's bank, when evidently Carla gave it to her because she did not want her to sell the wallets her dad bought for her. I believe the reason why she accused Gladys is because, first of all, she is a maid; they are there for the money, and if they sneak a few more bucks they will do so. But not all maids are like this; some are trustworthy, honest, and respectable with other peoples goods. They will not take "clean-up" and swipe everything in their belongings, assuming they did not do anything. In An American Surprise, the mother assumed she stole the bank maybe because she saw her stealing before, she looked suspicious, or was always eager for her money. Her acts maybe gave the mom a reason not to like her. All of these factors are intertwined in the assumption of Carla's bank to be "stolen".

Well, back where I am from, we had a similar incident, and it did not go well...

We had a maid. She was really nice, helpful, and funny. She never said she was tired, sick, or asked for more money. She was the best. One day, my eight year old cousin went into his parents room (In Eritrea, a family lives together, not like the American house hold- mom, dad, and two kids) and saw the maid cleaning, she went into his moms jewelry closet and saw her putting it inside her apron. He yelled, well in Tigrinya. Well, in English terminology, he said: Mom, Mom, she took your gold, she took your gold, (In Eritrea, you know not to touch peoples jewelry without their permission, just compliments on their gold. That’s it!) And so, his mom came up and they started to fight, she was yelling and yelling (like someone was trying to steal her stuff; that's exactly want happened :b). After the battle, the parents threw her stuff out the house and did not pay her. It was all-bad.

In conclusion, the events in book were very similar to my family experiences, which made it more enthusiastic and amusing.