How Does Ethnocentricity Cause Conflict?

Ethnocentricity is what caused conflict between the British and the Aboriginals when the British first arrived in Australia to colonize and take over the land. The ethnocentric eyes the British looked through when first coming into contact with the Aboriginals is what caused them to form racist first opinions, which would later lead to conflict. When the British first saw the Aboriginals, they believed they were animals or some strange creature, because they had dark skin which was foreign to the British, and wore very little clothing. The British first described the Aboriginals as barbaric and uncivilized, just because their culture was different from the British’s. These accusations were affected by the ethnocentricity of the British. They were very ignorant to ignore the fact that not all cultures were going to be the same as theirs, but in their minds, anything any different from the background that they come from, was wrong, and not nearly as good as theirs. This was another key starter in conflict because Aboriginals did not think they should be treated any worse than any of the British people, just because they looked different or had different cultures. The act of standing up for their rights, and trying to get back what was theirs, started conflict between the two nations. The ethnocentricity of the British towards the Aboriginal culture is what caused conflicts between the two nations, such as the battle for crop space. Once the British claimed Australia as their own, they started taking big steps to commit harsh acts, such as replacing the Aboriginal crops with their own. The British seemed to think that they deserved more respect than these “beasts” and therefore figured their needs were much more important than those of the Aboriginals. Another ongoing event that caused conflict between the two races was that any half-cast children (half Aboriginal half white) were spotted, reported, captured, and taken to camps, where they were treated like slaves, only fed and clothed. The children were forced into the “white way of life” and were punished for wrong doings, and were not even allowed to speak their native language. Overall in this time period, the ethnocentricity of the British caused conflict with the Aboriginals because their cultures were both very different, and it was not possible for the British to comprehend the beliefs of the Aboriginals, and therefore they fought for what they loved.

Kailee and Carolyn's Plans for Transforming Brutus and Cassius

I will be working with Carolyn Irvine, I will be playing Brutus and Carolyn will be playing Cassius. We will perform:
Act one, Scene 2, Lines 25 to 175.

In this quotation, it is the feast of Luprical and Caesar has returned to Rome from his triumphs over Pompey. Caesar goes forth with Antony and Calpurnia, his wife, meanwhile Cassius and Brutus stay and talk on the subject of Caesar's growing power and his threat to the republic they had worked so hard to achieve.

In the passage, Cassius and Brutus engage in a lengthy conversation about Caesar, his growing power and his faults. Cassius uses persuasion to try and convince Brutus to join the conspiracy, a group of honorable Romans plotting to assassinate Caesar due to his rising power.They want Brutus on the conspiracy due to the fact that it is known all across that Brutus is a very patriotic and noble man, and they know that if they have him on their side, the citizens may be more supporting of the idea if Brutus is involved. The significance of this passage is that this decision of Brutus’s will influence the entire plot. The passage also characterizes Brutus as an honorable, patriotic man who would do anything for Rome and Cassius as a manipulative bitter man who is jealous of his friend’s rising power. The entire story evolves on whether or not Brutus will choose to join the conspiracy or not, because without his leadership skills, Caesar may or may not actually be killed. Once Brutus is officially in the group, he soon takes over the position of leader. In the end, it makes more trouble for him since the people reacted badly, so most of the blame goes on Brutus.

Passage:
CASSIUS

Will you go see the order of the course?

BRUTUS

Not I.

CASSIUS

I pray you, do.

BRUTUS

I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
I'll leave you.

CASSIUS

Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
I have not from your eyes that gentleness
And show of love as I was wont to have:
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
Over your friend that loves you.

BRUTUS

Cassius,
Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Merely upon myself. Vexed I am
Of late with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself,
Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors;
But let not therefore my good friends be grieved--
Among which number, Cassius, be you one--
Nor construe any further my neglect,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men.

CASSIUS

Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;
By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?

BRUTUS

No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,
But by reflection, by some other things.

CASSIUS

'Tis just:
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
Where many of the best respect in Rome,
Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus
And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.

BRUTUS

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
That you would have me seek into myself
For that which is not in me?

CASSIUS

Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:
And since you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself
That of yourself which you yet know not of.
And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus:
Were I a common laugher, or did use
To stale with ordinary oaths my love
To every new protester; if you know
That I do fawn on men and hug them hard
And after scandal them, or if you know
That I profess myself in banqueting
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.

Flourish, and shout

BRUTUS

What means this shouting? I do fear, the people
Choose Caesar for their king.

CASSIUS

Ay, do you fear it?
Then must I think you would not have it so.

BRUTUS

I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well.
But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
What is it that you would impart to me?
If it be aught toward the general good,
Set honour in one eye and death i' the other,
And I will look on both indifferently,
For let the gods so speed me as I love
The name of honour more than I fear death.

CASSIUS

I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
As well as I do know your outward favour.
Well, honour is the subject of my story.
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I was born free as Caesar; so were you:
We both have fed as well, and we can both
Endure the winter's cold as well as he:
For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,
Caesar said to me 'Darest thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in
And bade him follow; so indeed he did.
The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews, throwing it aside
And stemming it with hearts of controversy;
But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
Caesar cried 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!'
I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber
Did I the tired Caesar. And this man
Is now become a god, and Cassius is
A wretched creature and must bend his body,
If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake;
His coward lips did from their colour fly,
And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world
Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:
Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans
Mark him and write his speeches in their books,
Alas, it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,'
As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world
And bear the palm alone.

Shout. Flourish

BRUTUS

Another general shout!
I do believe that these applauses are
For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar.

CASSIUS

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was famed with more than with one man?
When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.
O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king.

BRUTUS

That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
What you would work me to, I have some aim:
How I have thought of this and of these times,
I shall recount hereafter; for this present,
I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
Be any further moved. What you have said
I will consider; what you have to say
I will with patience hear, and find a time
Both meet to hear and answer such high things.
Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:
Brutus had rather be a villager
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Under these hard conditions as this time
Is like to lay upon us.

CASSIUS

I am glad that my weak words
Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.

Learning Profiles- Gestalt Dominant, Profile K

During this in-class seminar about learning profiles, I discovered that I am a gestalt dominant learner with a K profile. This means that I learn best through movement, not just listening, and by focusing on the whole picture, not just small details. While reading I make connections to myself, so I get a better understanding of the text. I learn better when I am sitting in the front of the classroom, on the left hand side, due to the fact that I am left eye dominant.

Knowing this, in order to succeed, I need to follow that seating arrangement. It is for my own good, to keep me focused and concentrated on my learning. Sitting in this certain position helps me to pay attention to what is being taught, and I can understand it more clearly when taking it all in with my dominant eye.

I prefer to not follow step-by-step instructions but to think up my own ideas, where the end product is a creative masterpiece. If I decide to not do this, stress may be caused, and under stress, I may have trouble listening, remembering, and communicating.

One strategy that would help me in my learning is to participate in activities that enhance my learning. Examples of these activities would to be

read out loud, and hand play like knitting, writing, and drawing with my non-dominant hand.

For next year as well as for the remainder of this year, I would like my teachers to know about my learning styles and abilities because if they understand my learning necessities, then it will be easier for me to learn and be successful in their class.

The School of Athens by Raphael

The School of Athens is a painting created by the famous Renaissance artist, Raphael. It was painted between 1510 and 1511, and was a oil on canvas creation.

This painting reflects what was happening in the Renaissance, through the actions of the people in the picture, and the background. During this time period artists were starting to play around with architectural skills, and in the background of this painting there is very fine and detailed inside of a building. There is also a man in the corner reading a book. The Renaissance was the rediscovery of ancient knowledge, and the people of the Renaissance were very interested in learning and discovering new things, and the fact that the man there is ignoring everything going on around him, and focusing on his book, is significant to the painting. This is connected to Science during the Renaissance because the man may have been reading about Science in his book. It is very possible that the novel could somehow be connected to new scientific methods, or that it was actually a book about Science in the Renaissance. In the Renaissance, many paintings mirrored what was actually taking place in daily life. This painting really shows the daily life of people, and connects to many of the areas of change during the Renaissance.

Driving Forces of the Renaissance

1514 Quentin Metsy; The Money Exchanger and His Wife

I believe that trade and banking was the most driving force of the Renaissance, due to the fact that trade and banking was the area where city states made the most money. Without money, city states would not have been able to build fascinating buildings during the constant rivalry, developed new technology, paid armies to work for them in war, etc. With the money to explore, discovery began to take place, which led to new architectural aspects being used on the Churches, and further advanced Italy.

I Believe In Angels

I believe in angels. I was never really one to believe or even consider the fact that these sorts of things could even affect our daily lives. That was before the tragic and unnecessary death of my grandmother in 2005.
My grandmother, Lois Moss, is the most inspirational person I know. She was put up for adoption, because she wasn’t loved by her real parents, and was soon adopted by a kind woman by the name of Rosie. She had a good life, and a brother to keep her company. But once she grew up, married, and had four children of her own (Karen, Sylvia, Elizabeth, and Richard), and even had a few grandchildren, she couldn’t have wished for anything more. After the death of her husband in 1983, she was overwhelmed with sorrow of course, but with the help of friends and family, finally recovered. But the death of Lois Moss, is the real story that made me believe in angels and demons.

In the summer of 2005, Lois had fallen sick. We visited her every day in the hospital, until it was time for me to return back to school. My mom and aunt promised me that she would get better soon, and it was nothing too serious. But they were wrong. Nana didn’t get better, not even close. News had been sent out that sooner or later, Nana wouldn’t be with us. My mother had to fly back to Canada in the beginning of December to be with Nana on her last days. It was the first time she had ever been away from me, so it was really hard to cope with school, and home life without her. When she returned on Christmas Eve, there was bad news, Nana had not been saved. But the worst part was yet to come. Months later, we discovered that our precious Lois could have been saved. The doctors at this particular hospital just couldn’t be bothered to do the extra treatment to make everything right.

Moist tears slide down my cheeks, because this is the part that truly fills me with sorrow. The real treatment that she needed wasn’t so much extra money, but it took hours. The doctors realized that applying cream in certain areas every day wasn’t going to save her, but they couldn’t be bothered to the daily one hour cleansing treatment. And so we lost one of the most beautiful souls known to this planet, because of a faculty of lazy slobs. One day, I will march into that hospital, and not shout at them, but thank them. Thank them for helping me realize how amazing Nana was. I will thank them, because I now believe in angels. I do believe that Nana is up there, watching me, helping me, and still loving me. I also strongly believe that someday something will happen to those demon doctors, and they certainly won’t be going to heaven with Nana. Nana has taught me many lessons in life, but the most valuable one, is never to take advantage of having someone around, because if you do, you won’t know what you have until it’s gone. My Nana is an angel, I swear it’s true, and she’s always beside me, with everything I do, everything I say, and everywhere I go. I can’t stop loving her, I won’t stop thinking about her, and I look forward to the day we meet again. I will never forget her. She was my grandmother, as well as my best friend.

I chose this image to represent my piece because I believe that it reflects on how I feel. The angel is looking down on the world, and that's exactly what I think my Nana is doing, watching me. I do think that she is always helping me make decisions, she is one of the voices in my head telling me what I should do. I think this picture describes that well. How she is looking at the little glowing ball, that is like my brain, and she's watching what it is deciding to do.

Battle of Hastings in Plain English