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Today is one of those days where I run around like a chicken with its head cut off. If there were 25 hours in a day, I might be alright, but I am super pressed for time. My landlord is bringing people over to look at my apartment tonight since I’m moving out next week and while my apartment is clean, I need to just do some extra cleaning to make it perfect. I also need to find some time to pack up my stuff. I have two major papers due at the end of next week as well and I have not started on them. Tonight is also the first night that I am in charge of my church’s Sunday school Wednesday school and I have no lesson plan yet. I’m in the middle of a nuclear meltdown. I am Chernobyl. Beware.
All this being said, I finished Speak yesterday. I liked the book but it was certainly not my favorite book we have read thus far. While I realize it’s importance in a classroom for it’s ability to deal with the tough issue of rape and bullying and neglect. Personally, I felt that the bullying in this story was a little over done. There is no way that these kids are all going to ignore and punish Melinda for calling the cops on the party. This really bothered me throughout the whole story and since I have already addressed this in my last post I will move on.
My favorite part in this story was the end when she screams no at Andy Evans. I felt it was well written – it let me into the closet with Melinda, panicked and terrified. I like that she won out and she decided to move on. That was such a relief because her struggle was so real. I do not know if this is true, but given that one out of six women have been raped, I think it is a common story. (At least the moving on part.) Thinking about those figures, that one sixth, makes me think that I must know several women who have been raped and I would never know it. I would never know their pain and their hurt and how some days must be such a struggle. This is a terrifying realization. One that I hope one day will not be true.
I have such a huge problem with our society that teaches girls not to be raped rather than teaching boys not to rape. Why do we do this? It’s such an important distinction. Women ‘ask’ for rape when they were ‘slutty’ clothing? I don’t think so. Rape is not about love or desire. It’s about power and hurting someone. It’s disgusting.
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