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After watching the video, in a way I was completely shocked and disturbed. It struck me hard to see that our own government is doing this. For a while I did believe that the media forces us to think in a certain way and our generation is strongly affected by it. But in this case, we were completely blinded from the truth. It was surprising to see that we live in a country that can be so fake. In a way it is kind of embarassing to see such acts happen in a country that is considered to be the most powerful nation in the world.
I finally realized our media focuses alot on TV shows, celebrities, music and puts less emphasis on education. It is disgusting to see that our people are so naive and ignorant. We become so gullible that we begin to believe what we see. And what we see turns into hatred. Lies after lies are presented to us. And we the people act as brainless zombies following the media word for word. It is about time that we should dig deeper into the truth and accept the fact that not everything that is presented to us is true. Sometime what we see isn't really there and what we don't see is there. This video has left me shaken. If we can't trust the country we are living in, than who can we trust?

First Blog

From childhood, I was very fond of writing in journals. In my 18 years of life, I had in total, about 8 journals. The fact that I can pour out my emotions onto a piece of paper amused me when I was in the 3rd grade. We use to have a book fair every year at school, where I purchased my first journal from. It was beige with a light pink flower design on the cover, made of fabric. I purchased it in a haste and started writing on a fresh new page. Throughout my elementary and middle school years, I wrote about little boy crushes/fantasies, fights or arguments with friends and ofcourse my wishes and dreams for the future. Everywhere I went, the journal followed me like a shadow. Every chance I got, I would withdraw a pen and sink the paper into the ink full of my thoughts and emotions.
This may lead you to ponder about what exactly can an 8 year old write about, but the truth is children have much more of an imagination than adults do and tend to be very expressive.
One night as I was watching TV, I heard my older sister reading my journal out loud to my other sisters. Blood rushed to my head, in anger I jumped off the couch and ran to her. Furious, I snatched my journal out of her hand with tears in my eyes. My sisters stood their laughing at me, making fun of my every thought and emotion. I wept hysterically. The most private thoughts of mine were "raped." I could not believe something so emotional and sentimental was made fun of so easily. My feelings were considered a joke and my desires to be never accomplished. After that day I had stopped writing in journals with the fear that my feelings would be harassed again.
Now in college, I am yet again challenged to face this fear of pouring out my emotions through writing. It feels very different typing up my emotions rather than writing them down on a piece of paper but I just may get use to it, since now everything we do in life is linked to technology. In a way it is easier to type journals out than writing them down. First off it saves time and also it isn't painful for your hand. I don't mind publicly displaying my thoughts and feelings through this blog. Maybe in a way this class will teach me to be expressive and not to hide my sentiments. I shouldn't be afraid of the fact that I will be teased once again because now I am among people of my age, understanding and situation. I actually like this idea of doing this blog as a requirement for a class because maybe it will allow me to develop strongly as a creative writer.