The Importance of the Work

I feel the author of this had many strong points and I agreed with a lot of them. Some things were a little off to me. I definitely like when he talked of how novels were to be discussed in many places but not a court room. A book being banned for its bad language just seems ridiculous, to me atleast. And to say that he was portraying a bad role model for readers is just outrageous. At no point in the book did he portray is bad decisions as good decisions. It was simply a story of a kid going through life and messing up. He certainly showed us many things you should not do and ways you should not act. And also I feel that Holden's cursing and bad habits very much defined him as a character. In my personal opinion, if you read The Catcher in the Rye, and one of the things you got out of it was that smoking is good, and you model your life after Holden's.... You are an idiot.

Red

It's vibrant, loud, expressive and powerful. The color has very strong meaning; everything from passion and love to blood and evil. It holds true to a very broad range of meanings; a very deep color. I don't think anyone is always happy or always sweet. I am most certainly all over the place emotionally. I sometimes find myself red with love and I sometimes find myself red in the face with rage and steaming from the ears with anger. I would like to think of my moods and feelings as different shads of me. Some days I wake up and I am just not in a good mood. That is my blood red shade. My patience for people is minimal, I have a tendency to lash out and I am not a pleasant person to be around. Some days I am in a great mood and nothing can bring me from that. That is much more of a bright, but warm shade. I am very welcoming, open, friendly, and appealing to people. Warmth is so important when it comes to comforting and giving that feeling of security and stability. One of my favorite shades is the soft, gentle, dim shade of passion and love; the shade that is only put on when you are with that one person. It is the shade your heart turns as it begins to race and rush warm blood all over your body just from the sight of that person. It is the color her face turns when I surprise her at work with flowers or tell her she is the most beautiful thing on this earth. You have different shades, different moods, different feelings; different people, different days.

Object Description

It is white, black, and, grey and reads "Breakdown" all the way around. I have had this belt since eighth grade. I stole it our of my brother's closet after he had left for the first time. It is far beyond beat up and disheveled. The glue that holds the front and back together has worn out and it is now peeling in two. It has quite the history. The paint and designs are peeling off leaving a rough brown exterior. The hole that I have always used is stretched and ripping from the silver buckle. Yet I can not leave the house without it. It has that worn in feel that you get from an old pair of shoes or jeans. I have grown so used to having it on that sometimes even if I do not need a belt, I will where it anyway. I feel naked without it. I definitely think it has a lot to do with the fact that it was my brother's. It makes me feel like he's always around I guess. Everyone thinks I'm nuts. My mom tells me all the time I should go buy a new belt because not even a homeless person would wear this one. But until it stops holding my pants up, I will have no reason to stop wearing it around my waist.