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This past week was one of the most learning experiences for me yet - between realizing I have been a Christian my entire life I have never, ever read the Revelation of John, through witnessing a holocaust survivor speak his horrific past and through the movies, articles and accounts gone through in journalism.
The Revelation of John was probably the most confusing, shocking and irritating yet teachable event of the entire week. I have never read the Revelation of John although the Christian faith is something I have known my entire life. My parents have failed to inform me, alongside my church in Ontario, that judgement day is this horrific and basically that I have the slightest chance in surviving. This left me questioning who was this God? He was not the person I looked up to for advice, to trust with my resting family and the man that my entire life I had known as someone that would never turn thier back on me. I guess, I need to reconnect with my faith, at least I felt I should, and then after the discussion in class I realized thats exactly what it was for - good christians to remain even better christians.
The Falling man was something else that struck a cord with me in Aquinas this week. Not only did it bother me that this was the first video I had not put my head down for at least once but also that I was more interested; it was closer to home therefore hit my heart harder. This made me feel uneasy, I heard people talking about loosing thier loved ones on that day and getting phonecalls knowning it was the last time they would talk and I just teared up. Yet, the other day we watched a woman screaming in anger and hurt after the US bombed Afghanistan and I felt horrible for her, but not in the way I did for the families of 9.11. This alone makes me sick to my stomache, only because I do not feel any less for them. My heart aches for the people of Iraq and Afghanistan everyday, but that because I am not educated about what happened (I am now) and because I could hardly relate to her pain my mind and heart didn't cry for her but just prayed. I want to feel the sadenning pain for all people, whether I understand them or not.

I liked this week also because english taught me alot about tone- the tone that a writer uses specifically to get you to think something, assume something or fall for something else. As I was doing my homework this weekend, keeping in mind what Russ had told us, I saw something in the Magdalene piece and just laughed, 'the shifting imagine of Magdalene - sometimes pinup sometimes sermon - stabalized in the Renesaince' (Acocella, Pg 5). This is something, baffling to me, that I missed the first time through. Her little side comments are hilarious.