Our latest reading called The Lottery by Shirley Jackson tells the story a town that has followed an old tradition for years despite not really knowing what its for. It questions whether it is right to follow a tradition just because it is done so by others. A huge tradition in America that i'm pretty sure everyone has participated in one way or another would be black Friday. Its become so widely practiced that its as big as thanksgiving itself. People line up early in the morning for discounts on an assortment of items supposedly for their Christmas shopping. Now wanting a discount on some things is fine but people take it too far every year. Trampling over each other and brawling over something as simple as a pillow has become the norm. People get seriously injured or even die over the latest toy for their kid but why. Why go through all this trouble?One would argue the savings, but nowadays people use amazon or some other form of online shopping. I feel like it could simply be a mob mentally , people love to be apart of something bigger or for the thrill of that rush when the doors open. Perhaps it could be neither of those things and people just following tradition. Its hard for some to break away from something they have done for years even it it doesn't make sense to do it anymore,. People just don't want to let go of something they've become accustomed to. My father and I have a tradition that every new years we share a vanilla milkshake together the we watch the countdown. We did this for years until one night my friends wanted to see some fire works downtown at Penn's landing in philly. We took the train downtown maybe around 9:00. It was my first time spending new years without my parents. It was a lot of fun but something just didn't sit right with me. I had just turned 18 a few weeks before and i wanted to feel like n adult and have a night out in the city, but I guess a part of me didn't want to grow up all of a sudden. We watched the first fireworks show before the countdown, suddenly a wave of sadness rushed over me. I needed to get home. I said goodbye to my friends, they didn't really understand why i was freaking out so bad (probably my anxiety had a part in that too). Next thing you know I was back on the train rushing home to beat that countdown. I made it home around 11:40 pm just enough time to settle down, grab my milkshake and sit with my dad. He seemed really happy that I came home instead of staying out with friends. I guess that's one tradition I just can't break.
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Tori Larer
10/10/2017 02:56:10 pm
The tradition you share with your dad is really sweet, I'm happy to hear you don't want to break it.
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David Miller
10/11/2017 09:34:55 pm
Black Friday shopping is a very violent tradition that people partake in. It has gotten better since deals are stretched out but some could argue that is worse due to the madness being also stretched.
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Ashley Coley
10/21/2017 07:53:43 pm
I haven't taken part in black friday shopping but I have heard how chaotic it can be. It's good that you decided not to break that tradition with your dad.
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