Thursday, November 12, 2009
A Change Within
You and Timothy have been on the island for several days. Timothy has been doing all the work without complaint, but now he has asked you to weave palm fiber mats for your hut. You resent this because you are blind and how can Timothy expect you to do anything... In anger, you say words you later regret, but it is the start of something new in your relationship.
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That day, Timothy told me that I need to weave palm fiber mats for the hut. I told him again that I was blind and I can’t do much. As a result, I yelled at him saying “ Timothy, why can’t you remember that I am blind! Your stupid, you can’t spell, and you’re an ugly black man”! About ten minutes later, I realized that he was building the rope for me. I felt so bad. I asked him to be my friend. He told me that he’d been hoping he would ask that.
I wonder if are friendship will last?
Okay so far staying on the island has been rough. I have learned that Timothy can’t spell. I have started to like Timothy. Timothy keeps forgetting I am blind. When Timothy forgets I am blind he asks me to do some work. When Timothy asked me to weave the mats for the hut I said, “ I can’t do this you are a ugly black man. You can’t even spell and I am blind!” Ouch! Timothy must of striked me I hate him I won’t speak to him again. A few hours later or so I began to regret my words. I called over Timothy but he didn’t answer when he came over or at least I thought he came over I said, “ Timothy I want to be your friend.” Timothy replied back with a sly voice and said, “you always have been.
I'm helping Timothy make a rope for me. Were done now so I'm sitting down for to take a break. What is this? Timothy just handed me something. He says I have to make our mats! I hate when he does this! I'm blind! Hes ignoring me when I say this so I have to keep saying it. I when I have to remind myself that I'm blind. Anger was building up inside of me. I said some words I shouldn't have said but now I regret saying them. Timothy slapped me. I shouldn't have called him stupid because hes not. Without I don't know what I would do. Then I realized something. I deserved Timothy's hit. Timothy is just trying to prepare me. Timothy is helping me. How could I have not known that. I like Timothy. He is all I have. He works so hard and I do nothing. I want Timothy to be my friend. He says he has always been my friend which made me happy and excited. I'm going to start helping more. There is a new relationship between me and Timothy. I have to rely on him. Without him I could die.
A Change Within
Timothy has been doing work all day. He really hasn’t talked much. He wanted me to weave palm fiber to make a rope. The rope was for me to catch on fire if he is down at the reef and I heard a plane or something in the sky. Wait I couldn’t weave, I was blind, but he said I could. So I yelled “You ugly old man, you’re so stupid you don’t even know how to spell”. The next thing I know Timothy had smacked me across the face. Is this the beginning of a wonderful friendship?
Dwayne Martin Jr.
Timothy showed me how to weave our beds (ova’h and unda). I was having trouble weaving our beds because I was blind. Timothy said “Your hand is not blin,” then I became very angry and said “You are a stupid old man and you can’t even spell.” Then Timothy slapped my face and then I felt sad and angry. Then I cried but turned around so Timothy might think I’m still angry with him and slap me again. Then Timothy told me that he was going on a walk and Stew cat went with him too. I became petrified because I was there all alone and was defenseless and then I yelled for Timothy and Stew cat to come back. I was tired, so I went to sleep for a while and opened my eyes and Timothy and Stew cat were back and I felt surprised. Then Timothy left me to go get some fish on a raft, and I thought that he wouldn’t want be my friend since he didn’t take me.
A Change Within
Scott Kubiak
I have been on this cay for about a week and Timothy has been doing all the work without complaining at all. The Timothy shoves the palm reed in my hands and tells me to reeve the palm, but I get mad at him because I am blind and I don’t know how to weave. Then I got enraged at Timothy because I was blind and I could not see what I was doing. After I got angry at Timothy and called him a stupid old man and a ugly black man but I regretted that later because he slaped me on the cheek. After Timothy hit me on the cheek, I started to change my opinion about how I thought about him. I hate Timothy because he is treating me like a baby for example he tells me to do this and do that and is always standing over me. Then I ask nicely ”Timothy, can you be my friend?” He answered I have always been your friend.
I wonder if Timothy and I will remain friends.
Annie Friedman
A Change Within
11-12-09
AAHH, I man so mad at that ugly black man. He always forgets that I am blind and now he wants me to make a sleeping pad. I used to like him and now I hate him. All day he has been building this rope and…what I think that is for me. When I hear a plane I can hold the rope and wave to them on the beach. Now, I feel really bad for yelling at Timothy. “Hey Timothy can we be friend from now on.” “you will always be my friend.”
Is my friendship with Timothy going to last?
Today I got mad at Timothy. When I was done with my outburst I knew I felt something was wrong I did not know what I just knew something was wrong. I thought about it for along time and I figured it out. I am becoming friends with Timothy and I am felling like I just yelled at a good friend who was just trying to help me. I feel terrible. I told Timothy I was sorry and told him that I wanted to be friends. Timothy told me that he had always thought we were friends. I was happy at the end of the day. But then I thought about it and I knew Timothy and my relationship has changed a lot. At first I hated him because I was scared, then I got used to him and we were friends, then I hated him again because I went blind, now I know I do not hate him and I know we will be friends for along time.
I’m beginning to think we’re never gonna be rescued. In the meantime, however, I’m beginning to get sick of eating almost nothing but langosta. And now, Timothy expects me to WORK! Do you know how hard that is when you CAN’T SEE?! He says the best weaver he ever knew was blind, but he’s had PRACTICE!! I haven’t! To get revenge, I call Timothy a “stupid old black man.” Let’s just say, I’m NEVER gonna do that again. EVER. He SLAPPED me!!:( All of a sudden, something changes between us. I ask him to call me Phillip, instead of “young bahss” He grinned and said, “Phil-eep.”
We had now been on the island for several days. Timothy was doing all the work. Finally he asked me to reeve a palm tree leaf for our mats for the hut. I said I can’t work I’m blind he told me “your hands aren’t blind over and under is all you have to do.” Then I said you’re an “ugly black man your stupid you can’t even spell. His hand struck my face it hurt. I wasn’t going to cry right in front him. He was building a rope for me. Later I called Timothy! Timothy! I yelled he didn’t say anything but, he walked over. I asked him to be my friend. He told me that he wanted me to ask that question
You can make D’mats.” Timothy said. I stared at him open mouthed. I was blind. How could I make the mats? Timothy was now not only ugly and black he was obviously very forgetful along with being dumb and not knowing how to spell, read or write.
“Timothy, I can’t. I ‘m blind, remember?” I asked Timothy wondering how in the world he could forget that fact. I could hear him moving around and soon realized that he was coming towards me. I felt his rough hands touch my mine as he slipped something that appeared to be a leaf.
“Tis veree easy. Ovah and under. . .” Timothy said calmly as he gave me the leaf. I started to feel mad. No, furious! Misunderstood too. Was I also a mute along with blind? Could he really not hear what I was saying?
“Don’t you get it, you stupid old ugly man? I’m blind! I can’t see! You’re stupid and you can’t even read ort right!” I screamed furiously as I stomped away off in the distance. I soon felt the wetness of the rough rope Timothy was making. Suddenly something hit me. Timothy didn’t need the rope, he could see just fine. He was still making the rope. Not for him. For me. Something came over me. I regretted the bitter words I had just said and slowly walked towards Timothy.
“Timothy, I want to be friends.” I said slowly, choosing my words carefully as I spoke them.
“We ave always been friends.” Timothy said just as slowly. For the first time in days I felt happy. Really and truly happy
“ Timothy, I hate you!” I yelled at him. “ Your stupid and blind and ugly. You can’t even spell!” I felt a large strike against my cheek. I felt the pain burn like fire. I faced were I thought I was not looking at him and thought. The pain was beginning to ease down. Then the fact hit me. He was making the rope for me and I was doing nothing but complaining and arguing. I knew what I had to do. I turned around and said with much feeling “ Timothy, I want to be your friend”, and he said with warmth in his voice “ You always have been.”
Timothy seems like he keeps forgetting I'm blind! He's been doing all the work these days on the island, but then he forgets and tells me I have to make mats out of palm fiber. I tell him I'm blind but he says it would be easy. After Timothy told me that I went totally bazurk I shouted at him and said he was an ugly black man, then he paid me back with a slap on my face. After that I turned around and tried to hide my tears, why cant he understand I'm blind and scared? We didn't talk for awhile, I could hear him fiddling with something, then I started to feel bad about what I said about Timothy, I wish I never shouted those mean things about him. I asked Timothy " Are you my friend?" and he said " All ways have been".
The Cay
Mali Pustow
Man I had a horrible/great day today and, this is how it happened .Timothy handed me palm leaves to weave our beds with. I told him I’m blind, but he just ignored me. Actually I think he’s deaf. Do it like dis he said. I can’t see you and I screamed in anger. You stupid old man I’m blind you dummy. He hit me really hard and I felt the tears coming. I turned around to face where I thought his face was. He’s rude and mean again I blame my mom. After that I was thinking of what he was doing to help me. He is actually trying to prepare me and trying to help me so he’s actually sort of nice. So after I thought some more about it I asked, “Timothy would you be my friend?” I’ve always been your friend .’ he said. That’s how the day happened .
A change within
I t was a hot day hotter than usual. We have been on this island for a few days and Timothy has been doing most of the work that has to be done so we may continue to live on this island. I was sitting calmly on the sand when Timothy handed me some palm limbs he said you must make us some sleeping mats. I said I am blind I can’t see what I am doing or working on he said the hand is not blind!!! He said go like this under and over and under and over. I screamed YOU STUPID BLACK OLD MAN I CAN NOT SEE LET ALONE YOU BEING STUPID YOU CAN’T EVEN SPELL!!!! He struck me across the face I turned so he could not see my tears then I realized I am turning into my mother I feel bad that I called him black ,stupid, old, and I said out load that he can’t spell .He said you will be able to make the mats. I said Timothy will you be my friend? He said I am your friend. There was a rope on the ground I could feel it than I realized that he is not being selfish he made that rope for me!!!
I am still on this island and know one found us. Timothy keeps on leaving me and keeps on forgetting I am blind. He is also treating me like I am 7 because he would tell me to do all these stuff. I always get mad when Timothy forgets that I am blind because sometimes he makes me do a lot of work. Timothy told me “that we need to weave palm fiber mats for our hut.” I said “how come you can not do I am blind remember.” He ignored me. I began to think Timothy can not spell. He kept on saying spell it out. So I kept on screaming at him I am blind stop forgetting it. He slapped me across the face. I got so mad at him so I did not talk to him. I did not want to talk to him at all. I think Timothy and I will never be friends.
So, here I am, stuck on the island with Timothy. I’m still blind and not much has changed. It has been really boring because I can’t really do anything because I’m blind and Timothy keeps forgetting that I am blind. Timothy has been doing all the work and luckily without complaining. I have been getting better about Timothy leaving me but probably couldn’t do without Stew Cat. “Young bahss, I want you to do something for me” said Timothy to me. Oh no, I thought. I shouted I can’t make anything, I’m blind, don’t you remember that? He says that I just need to weave some palm, ovah and unda, ovah and unda. I say fine, I’ll try! Soon I notice that I can’t do it. I shout to Timothy that I couldn’t do it. So he guides my hand over and under, but I still can’t do it. I give up. That night I ask Timothy to be my friend and he says that he already is! I also ask him to call me Phillip and he says my name. It makes me feel warm to hear him say my name. I think we are finally becoming friends!
Just a few hours ago every thing was normal, or as normal as it could be. First off, I was stuck on an island, second, I am blind! So far Timothy has done all the work, but then the old man wants me to make mats! As you could see this would be had in my case, manly because I CAN’T SEE AT ALL! But all he said was ova’ and unda’. My mind raced, YOU STUPID, UGLY, BLACK MAN, YOU EVEN CAN’T SPELL! Then wam! He slapped me, then I realized it, he was doing all this for me. All the work for me. Then I said it, I want to be your friend!
A Change Within
It is nice here on the cay. I mean it is not Las Vegas nice, but it is as about as nice as it could be on a cay with a black man and no one else. Timothy is doing all the work without complaint. Now he’s finally asked me to pitch in .I would but I would rather walk in the reef than weave a palm tree mat. I am not trying very hard on purpose, plus I’m blind which makes it ten times worse. Timothy is acting like I’m not even blind. He makes me angrier and angrier by the second. I am finally going to take it out on him. “Timothy,” I finally yell, “you are a stupid black man who can’t even spell.” He deserved what he got. Then he hit me real hard. “Ouch!” I screamed. Then I finally noticed something. Timothy didn’t put this rope down on the ground (it leads to the beach) for him, he did it for me. I thought that through for awhile and finally said, “Timothy, will you be my friend?”
I’ve been on the island for several days with Timothy. He has been doing all the work so far and I don’t even worry a bit about anything, except my blindness. Then Timothy told me to weave fiber mats for the hut, I started to think he was joking, but he wasn’t. I kept on thinking, that stupid old man forgot about my blindness again, also the older he gets the dumber and forgets stuff. Then he hands me the palm and says “up ‘n down” after that I said “You stupid, ugly black man, I am blind and can’t weave, you can’t even spell.” I felt Timothy’s hand struck my face, it felt like getting very bad sunburn and you can’t even touch it because it hurts that much. After that hit, I felt something changing inside me, I wanted to be nicer and friends with Timothy. After what I just said, it could be good bye to the friendship. Later that evening, I started to say to Timothy that if I was his friend at all. A few moments of silence, he said “You was always me friend.” After what he said I felt calm and at peace.
The Cay Nikita Madorsky
A Change Within
It has been several days and still I’m blind. I start to wonder if I’m going to be blind forever. Yet I still have one hope, Timothy. He is trying to survive by putting me to work. Except one thing, I CAN’T SEE. Why does he keep forgetting that. Is it really that hard to remember? This stupid man can’t even spell, unfortunately he is my only hope. I don’t know how long I’m going to be on this Cay, I’m starting to worry if I’ll ever get off this place. Maybe I’ll never get out of here OR WORSE, what if something terrible happens to Timothy. The questions frighten me, but I can’t answer them. Not now. I wonder where my mother is all the time, and if I’ll ever see her again. I’m going to be here for a long time [I can just feel it.] Yet I’m starting to feel a relationship. Maybe I can teach him how to read. Well, I don’t know, but I definitely feel a friendship to be born
Timothy just asked me to weave palm fiber mats for our hut. Why should I have to work? Isn’t it bad enough that I’m blind? I tell Timothy,” You ugly black man, I won’t do it. You can’t even spell!” Then he struck me in the face. I was stunned and tried not to cry. I just turned away. After a while I started to feel bad about what I said. I said to Timothy,” I want to be your friend.” He just smiled and said, “ You have always been my friend.”
11-12-09
It has been a few days on this island now. I am still blind. Timothy was weaving palm fiber to make mats for the hut. He kept telling me to do it, too. Didn’t he know I was blind and could not do it. I got so mad! I yelled to him, “You ugly black man. I will not do it! You are stupid you cannot even spell. Timothy slapped me very hard. It stung, badly. I turned around. I wanted to cry and yell. I got very angry. Timothy started to sing about fungee and feesh. While he was singing, I realized that he wanted me to weave so I know how to do stuff while I am blind. What if I am blind forever? He was trying to help. I wanted to be friends. I asked him if we could be friends. He said we have always been friends. I wanted him to call me Phillip since we are friends. I told him to and he said my name. I think we will be great friends. I am very happy, now.
Ananya Gupta
Timothy said that he was going to make some rope. It was fine with me because really don’t care what he does I thought. Timothy started worked and then I heard him stand up. Then Timothy came up to me and I knew it because said, “Here you do work to”. They I got angry at him and said, Timothy I can’t see!! How do you not remember?” Then Timothy said, “De bes rope weaver was a man who di blin.” I then told Timothy in a irritating tone, “Timothy he’s a man, he does that for a living. I’m just a boy.” I got mad he kept asking me and asking. When will he stop? I made up my mind and told him, “You ugly black man!!! You’re so stupid! I am blind for the last time. I can’t work. You have to. You’re the adult here.” I quickly then turned my back to him because I didn’t want him to see me cry. Timothy came around me and then, he slapped me! I really didn’t care. I noticed he left and went to do his work. He said, “I do di al lone.” I know that I am very mad at him but I guess what I did was wrong. I turned around and I said, “Timothy I want you to be my friend.” Timothy said, “You have always been my friend.” I said, “Timothy, can you try calling me Phillip?” I thought this might be a good start to a new friendship
Endless Night
Today, we are making a rope, although I don’t really know why. I get tired so I decide to rest on a palm tree. Suddenly, I hear Timothy walking towards me. He puts something on my lap and says, “You weave d’mats.” Shocked, I say, “What? I can’t weave the mats, I’m blind!” Timothy says, “D’hands not blind.” “You stupid, old, man! I can’t do it! You do it!” Out of nowhere, Timothy’s hand hits me across my face. I sit there to stunned to speak. As I turn away letting tears out of my eyes, Timothy says, “I be getting back to work.” After a while, I realize that the rope is for me so I can get around places. I stand up and say, “I want to be your friend, Timothy.” “You always were.” Smiling, I sit back down and start trying to weave the palm. Timothy comes over and teaches me how to weave the palm. I am happy and hope this relationship will last for a very long time.
By Nuzha Zuberi
A change of Heart
I screamed rude and hurtful towards Timothy, and before I knew it I was curled over, holding my cheek in suprise. I hadn't been able to blink before I felt Timothy's strong hand strike my face. I turned away, hesitated, and heard Timothy weaving together the crisp fronds. I spoke softly,"I'm......sorry..." After a few seconds I heard the shuffle of bare feet on the sand and Timothy placed a few fronds in my lap. Facing him I said,"I can't do it, I can't... see." Then I heard him give a light chuckle,"Tis easy...." After he guided my hands I got used to it then said,"Timothy, I want to be your friend." I heard him laugh,"We were already friends." I smiled,"Can you please call me Phillip?" I heard a enlightened sigh,"Pheleep..."
Blog 3
Timothy and I have been on the island for quite some time. Timothy has been doing all the work from building the hut to building fires, he’s just done everything. At about 12:00 mid day I find myself asking “Timothy, what are you doing?” He replies, “I am making a very long rope.” I say, “What is it for?” Timothy says, “It’s for you to help me work.” A few hours later, Timothy puts a stack of palm fiber in my lap and says to weave them for our bed mats. I say, “How do I do this?” Timothy takes my hand and guides it over the palm fiber, and says, “Up and over.” So I did it thinking it’s the least I could do since he’s been doing everything.
Timothy and I survived the hurricane by going to highground, but before we went to we had to eat a lot of food because we might not make it back. Then after we heard another strike of lightning we went to highground. Then lashes ourselves against a tree very tightly. I also noticed that Stew Cat had fled away, but I know that he will come back. The feelings, I had were very scared, but mostly brave. Then after the hurricane went away my feelings had changed. Timothy was laying against the ground with his eyes open and said a few words very painfully. I felt very bad for him also that he was bleeding. He went to sleep, and so did I. Then I said “ Timothy are you okay?” But he didn’t answer. Then I knew that he was dead. I was strong enough not to cry.
Dwayne Martin
12/7/09
Gone But Not
Forgotten
So far it has been at least five years, so now I am about sixteen years old. My friend Boven Van Bogel looks like he hadn’t aged a bit. Since now I can drive any vehicle and I still live in Willemstad I’m going to come back to The Cay. If my mom says I can come than I will be glad so that I can put new words on Timothy’s head stone. And guess what I got? An operation with my eyes and now I can see again, so that means No More Yelling. An operation is a procedure performed on a living body usually with medical instruments especially to restore health or repair damage defect. And also we won the World War II battle against Germany and the leader’s name was Adolf Hitler. Everybody in Caracou (our city) was Jewish, and we made it out alive instead of being burned to ashes.
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