Salvation AACC and Discussion Questions Abstract:Langston Hughes was born in 1902 in Joplin, Missouri. In 1940 "Salvation" was published in one of his autobiographies called, "The Big Sea." In "Salvation" he was 12 going on 13, living with his Aunt and Uncle, when he was taken to church to be brought unto Jesus. He was the very last kid to stand up and walk forward and come unto Jesus, but he and the kid before him lied about seeing Jesus, just because they were tired of sitting there. To Langston lying about seeing Jesus made him cry, which then made his Aunt think he was crying because she thought he had the Holy Ghost in his life, when it really was that he couldn't tell her that he had lied. Contextual Connection:In "Salvation" I found myself relating to Langston. Not in that I live with my Aunt but I the sense in my whole life I have been raised in Religion. Having people talk about the times they felt the hand of God, making me wonder why I can't have those experiences.I also know they feeling of guilt when you lie to someone you love and care for a lot. You feel like scum and it makes you hate yourself and it can make the toughest of people want to cry, because it temporarily lessens the guilt. When it comes to lying or faith they are both things that we look back and wish we had some or that we could have a redo. Content Questions: A.Hughes's purpose for the recalling of this event can be multiple reasons. He could be trying to finally get it off his chest by revealing his lie, this event could of lead to a life changing experience, or he just reminiscing back onto the good old days. Suggestions For Sustained Writing:Everyone has had experiences where they have had to do something that they did not to do or regretted it after. My experience happened a few years ago, I was just finished seventh grade, my family decided to move to Draper from Sandy where we had lived for 14 years. In Sandy all my friends that had moved, so I played games and legos in my free time instead of hanging out. Once we finally moved into our new house in Draper, I met my neighbors as well as the kids my age that would be in my ward. After having been in the neighborhood for a week my parents forced me to go to Scout Camp. There I had to experience the social ladder, if you like certain things or if you dislike certain things you will be liked, thought to be weird and then they'll talk behind your back, or they would openly hate you. Secretly I learned at the expense of another kid who everyone else thought was a nerd, he also the first kid in my neighborhood to be nice to me. What made him a nerd, still playing with legos. That is when the choice came before me condemn this kid a nerd like everyone else already had or be called a nerd myself. Of course I chose fitting in and from that day on I haven't and probably never will pay wit legos unless it’s with nieces, nephews, or my own kids. The pressure to be accepted and fit in was too great for me, the new kid, to resist. Even to this day I find myself wishing that was younger so that I can play with toys, mostly legos, and it not be weird. It's amazing how wanting to fit in or not be embarrassed, made fun of, or even left out can cause you to stop doing something you love.
Abstract: Langston Hughes was born in 1902 in Joplin, Missouri. In 1940 "Salvation" was published in one of his autobiographies called, "The Big Sea." In "Salvation" he was 12 going on 13, living with his Aunt and Uncle, when he was taken to church to be brought unto Jesus. He was the very last kid to stand up and walk forward and come unto Jesus, but he and the kid before him lied about seeing Jesus, just because they were tired of sitting there. To Langston lying about seeing Jesus made him cry, which then made his Aunt think he was crying because she thought he had the Holy Ghost in his life, when it really was that he couldn't tell her that he had lied.
Contextual Connection: In "Salvation" I found myself relating to Langston. Not in that I live with my Aunt but I the sense in my whole life I have been raised in Religion. Having people talk about the times they felt the hand of God, making me wonder why I can't have those experiences. I also know they feeling of guilt when you lie to someone you love and care for a lot. You feel like scum and it makes you hate yourself and it can make the toughest of people want to cry, because it temporarily lessens the guilt. When it comes to lying or faith they are both things that we look back and wish we had some or that we could have a redo.
Content Questions:
A. Hughes's purpose for the recalling of this event can be multiple reasons. He could be trying to finally get it off his chest by revealing his lie, this event could of lead to a life changing experience, or he just reminiscing back onto the good old days.
Suggestions For Sustained Writing: Everyone has had experiences where they have had to do something that they did not to do or regretted it after. My experience happened a few years ago, I was just finished seventh grade, my family decided to move to Draper from Sandy where we had lived for 14 years. In Sandy all my friends that had moved, so I played games and legos in my free time instead of hanging out. Once we finally moved into our new house in Draper, I met my neighbors as well as the kids my age that would be in my ward. After having been in the neighborhood for a week my parents forced me to go to Scout Camp. There I had to experience the social ladder, if you like certain things or if you dislike certain things you will be liked, thought to be weird and then they'll talk behind your back, or they would openly hate you. Secretly I learned at the expense of another kid who everyone else thought was a nerd, he also the first kid in my neighborhood to be nice to me. What made him a nerd, still playing with legos. That is when the choice came before me condemn this kid a nerd like everyone else already had or be called a nerd myself. Of course I chose fitting in and from that day on I haven't and probably never will pay wit legos unless it’s with nieces, nephews, or my own kids. The pressure to be accepted and fit in was too great for me, the new kid, to resist. Even to this day I find myself wishing that was younger so that I can play with toys, mostly legos, and it not be weird. It's amazing how wanting to fit in or not be embarrassed, made fun of, or even left out can cause you to stop doing something you love.