The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-time Indian

I am going to write about the ending of the book. Personally I felt like the books ending wasn't what I expected it to be, It felt like there was going to be a sequel. All through the book I laughed and even cried for Junior and the things that he had to endure and the things that he achieved. When the end of Juniors freshman year came and he left for the summer we found out through his conversation with Rowdy that he was going back in the fall, he even tries to talk Rowdy into going with him but Rowdy won't even consider it. I would like to believe that he continued what he started and graduated from Reardon.
One thing I was glad about was that the rift between Junior and Rowdy was put behind them, at least for the summer. On page 227 Junior is home watching a nature show when there is a knock on the door, its Rowdy "Wow" junior says "What are you doing here" "I'm bored" is Rowdys reply. Juniors says,"The last time I saw you, you tried to break my nose." "I wanted to break your nose." Rowdy says. "You know" I said. "Its probably not the best thing in the world to do, punching a hydro in the skull" "Ah shoot," he said. "I couldn't give you any more brain damage than you already got. And besides, didn't I give you one concussion already?"
"Yep. and three stitches in my forehead."
Rowdy says,"Hey mam, I had nothing to so with those stitches. I only so consussions."
I laughed, He laughed."I thought you hated me?" I said. "I do," he said "But I'm bored "So what?" "So lets go shoot some hoops," there you have it something that can even overcome hatred, the love of basketball for friends that have shared just about everything together. Rowdy and Junior played all night and and it became clear that the friendship they had alway had would be there as long as they were alive because even if Junior left and went to reardon they would always be the same as they have been Indians.

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9 years ago during what I will call the hardest time of my life when I needed my friends and family, they all were there for me. I was suddenly a single parent of a 1 year old, I would have been homeless if it weren't for my oldest and closest friend who moved my daughter and I into her home and of course I found the strength to go on through my religious beliefs I found that there were people at the church who also gave me the strength to go on, I wanted to curl up in a ball and close myself off but my family and friends wouldn't let me give in to those thoughts, for me and for my child. I since have had hard times to deal with but I won't ever forget how my family and friends in my life were amazing.

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Junior came from a poor indian reservation, I was a poor kid whose mother had to work two jobs so she could buy a house and have enough money to put food on the table and clothes on our backs. It wasn't easy for her but she did the best she could do, it was the same with Juniors parents who could hardly make ends meet. I can relate even though I never found the creative outlet that Junior did I made it through lifes hard knocks.

My experience that I relate to Junior is his first day of school at Reardon, he walks into the class and the teacher tells Junior to take a seat. As the teacher takes roll he calls junior by his given name Arnold spirit, Junior said here, almost in a whisper the teacher, Mr Grant tells him to speak up so Junior says it louder. The teacher asks Junior were he is from he tells him he is from Wellpinit and Mr. grant asks him "is that why he talks so funny", now we know that Junior not only wears glasses but that he has a lisp and stutters. (Alexie 61&62)
When I was a kid my mother was a single parent of four kids with me being the oldest girl the second of four kids I had a head full of cowlicks and my mom always kept my hair extremely short like a boys, I was a tomboy, I also had a very pronounced stutter and to top it off my name was Rae, not some normal sort of name like Sue or kathy, I always hated that name but I was stuck with it.
My mom remarried when I was 10 and we moved, and I had to start a new school with short hair, cowlicks, and a horrible case of shyness that didn't help with my stutter. I had to raise my hand when the teacher called my name it was almost unbearable all the kids would laugh and stare at me and at recess they would make up names to call me. If I were a boy I could have punched them in the nose but as a girl I was to scared to fight so I didn't.

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part Time Indian

• I actually have no personal experience as far as diaries go, when I was a kid you didn't have the time or the inclination to write in a diary, when I wasn't in school or doing my chores I was outside playing with my sister and the neighbor kids.
• If I would have kept a diary I would have written about all the fun things that my sister and I did and of course all the trouble that we got in and I would have a record of it instead of recollection.
• I think Sherman emphasized the part ABSOLUTELY TRUE because some of his exploits are wild and crazy and of course the disabilities that he has had to overcome are a little hard to swallow 'not to say that it wasn't true' and some people may not believe them I found it hard to believe that per his description of himself that the best looking and most popular girl in the reardon school would be his girlfriend were I grew up kids were very mean and the outsiders, the disabled, the different looking kids stayed on the outside

• My lifeboat for negotiating hard times is to breath I actually freak out first and then I breath and take a full stock of the situation formulate a plan to lessen the downfall, but if I can I have learned to avoid all situations that will have that effect.

• "I draw because words are too unpredictable." "I draw because words are too limited." "If you speak and write in English, Spanish, Chinese, or any other language then only a certain percentage of human beings will get your meaning." "But when you draw a picture everybody can understand it"(Alexie 5).
• I find this quotation to be so true in anything in life a picture can say a thousand words where words lose there meaning. Or as the told story goes from one person to another person the story changes. It is a flaw that as humans we are all guilty of.

January 20, 2010

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