Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Novels vs. Short Stories

Reading a novel and reading a short story requires different approaches.


When reading a novel, I take breaks in between every few passages or chapters. Depending on my interest in the novel, a book may take me a day or a week to finish. When reading a short story, I always read from start to finish, reaching the end in one sitting. In addition, I tend to annotate and underline more in novels than in short stories. In fact, unless I'm using the text for a deeper analysis, I typically read short stories without making many notes. When I mark my novels, I make notes of significant events, key characteristics of each character, and even meaningful quotes.

What I pay attention to also shifts when the type of reading I read changes. I focus primarily on the theme--the author's underlying message--when reading a short story. To be frank, I don't invest myself into the text as much as I should. However, when I read a novel, I shift my attention to the growth of the characters, as well as the purpose of each passage. My connection to the characters is much stronger, as I make correlations from the novel to my life. I feel more enraged when someone is disrespected, more sorrow when a death occurs, more happiness when a pure soul touches the lives of others; in my opinion, novels essentially stimulate more emotion in its readers than short stories. Short stories are brief and concise, hence their name. Novels, on the other hand, are more detailed and winding, requiring more of an investment (in both time and attention) for further investigation. Reading a novel requires a forward-glancing perspective: the reader must constantly be looking back while looking forward, tying loose ends together to predict the final outcome.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

America: The Land of Opportunity?

After reading four of Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's short stories, I noticed one prevalent theme among each of the stories: the distinct cultural separation between Nigeria and America. Cell One, The Thing Around Your Neck, Tomorrow is Too Far, and Ghosts each compared life in America to life in Nigeria in different manners. In Cell One, the female narrator mentions how she and her family lived a much more privileged lifestyle than the majority of Nigerians, with their American videotapes and luxurious goods, living a lifestyle similar to those of Americans. In The Thing Around Your Neck, the female narrator discusses the difficulty she faced while transitioning between her impoverished Nigerian lifestyle to her opportune American life. In Tomorrow is Too Far, the female narrator, now living in America, looks back to her Nigerian lifestyle and the mistakes and heartaches attached with her home nation. In Ghosts, the male narrator reminisces over the times when he was less lonely and when he was living with his wife and daughter in America.

The idea of America as "The Land of Opportunity" prevailed in both The Thing Around Your Neck and Ghosts. In The Thing Around Your Neck, Akunna faced much adversity while attempting to begin her life in America. Right off the bat, she expresses discomfort with the thought of leaving everything she has ever known for, what others saw, "opportunity." She explains that her immigration was a result of her American uncle entering her in a visa raffle. Struggling with being an American, she was forced to remind herself that "the trick was to understand America, to know that America was give-and-take."As much as she tried, Akunna couldn't understand the American way of life, with their sheltered mannerisms and their subtle racism. American racism was described, by her uncle, as "a mixture of ignorance and arrogance," and was characterized by questions such as, "Where did you learn your English?" and "Do you have real houses back in Africa?" In Ghosts, James lived in Nigeria with his wife, Ebere, moved to America after the Nigerian war in 1970, and later returned to Nigeria in 1976. Tempted to share with his daughter, Nkiru, of the visits he receives from late Ebere, James holds back and keeps his intimate encounters to himself, in fear of being brought back to America. He blatantly states, "I will be forced to live a life cushioned by so much convenience that it is sterile," explaining he prefers his Nigerian lifestyle over the glorified American way of life. In addition, James accuses that the American life is "littered with what we call 'opportunities,'" openly saying that it is "a life that is not for [him]."

I think what struck me most was the misconception those from impoverished nations have of the U.S. As a first generation American and a first generation college student, I often wonder about the former lives of my parents. Both of my parents immigrated from Vietnam, leaving their indigent lifestyles in hopes of acquiring these "great opportunities." Unable to afford proper schooling, neither of my parents were given the chance to attain higher education. Thus, they, and the rest of my extended family, built their lives from scratch, working and struggling in effort to provide for the first American generation--for my brother, for my cousins, and for me--with opportunities they hadn't been offered.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Nigerian Fashion

High school. Junior year. Junior year is like the Thursdays of high school. You're not quite done, but you're almost there. Your anticipation for the weekend peaks as you can nearly feel the weekend begin. It's the beginning of the end.

Eleventh grade was when I began to take a particular interest in fashion. That's also when I first started working. Was there a correlation? Most definitely. After struggling several months looking for a part-time job as a young, inexperienced teenager, I found, and accepted, three positions: one in retail, one in restaurant and food management, and one as a tutor. (I'm an overachiever, I know). Working a lot lead to a higher salary. A higher salary lead to more spending money. And more spending money lead to more freedom to choose the things I wanted to spend on.

I've always had a slight interest in fashion. When I was younger, I often flipped through fashion magazines, bewildered at why some people wore the things they did. Those eccentric pieces the beautiful supermodels sported down the runways was what society called "high fashion." Working in retail opened my eyes to the fashion world. To me, fashion isn't just a way of displaying your style; it's a way of life--a creative outlet we all get to utilize every day.

So, of course, I decided to research Nigerian fashion.

According to several sources, the fast-growing fashion industry in Nigeria will be the "next big thing" in the international market. As Africa's biggest market, with well over 150,000,000 people, Nigeria is not only the most populous African nation, but it has also developed and maintained the largest market for fashion and luxury brands. Agbani Darego, former beauty queen and former Miss World, has high hopes for the field, holding nothing but great expectations for Nigerian models and designers alike. Tony Okoroji, chairman of the Copyright Society of Nigeria (COSON), foresees a reduction in unemployment as a result of the expected growth spurt in the fashion industry.

Nigerians are expert dyers, weavers, and tailors, producing massive quantities of beautiful, rich, and colorful textiles. These textiles, vibrant in color and abundant in pattern, are predominantly Ankara and Lace fabrics. Ankara and Lace fashion dominate the Nigerian fashion industry, and these local fabrics are beginning to hit European markets.








Just like New York City, Nigeria has its own weeklong fashion festivities. Nigeria Fashion Week (NFW) is typically held every November, with runway shows, exhibitions, and press conferences galore. With a few international designers, NFW showcases fashion near and far. This year, NFW's focus is going green. Their "Going Green" initiative began back in 2011, and NFW has continued on with the focus as a strive to push for global eco-friendly behavior. NFW is conscious of reintroducing eco-conscious methods at the source through the use of environmentally friendly materials, such as natural fibers and organic cotton, and socially responsible methods of production that create social change and empower communities.



Sources:
  1. http://www.channelstv.com/home/2013/09/21/nigerian-fashion-industry-is-next-big-thing-agbani-darego/
  2. http://allafrica.com/stories/201308300122.html
  3. http://nigeriafashionweek.com/nfw/
  4. http://www.everyculture.com/Ma-Ni/Nigeria.html#b
  5. http://iloverelationship.com/ankara-stylish-fashion-trend-to-watch-out-for-in-2013/

Monday, October 7, 2013

Late Nights

Tossing. Turning. Sleeping. Yearning. This is what happens when I can't fall asleep.

Every so often, I'll look out of my bedroom window. Some nights, the sky's a wispy purple. Others nights, it's as dark as the clichéd "midnight sky." Most nights, the stars steal the spotlight, sparkling and shimmering for half of the world to see. Tonight's a different kind of night though; the moon's as round as can be, radiating a cheesy mellow type of yellow. It shines brighter than all of the stars combined.

As I switch in and out of various positions, I can't help but think of how differently my life could, would, and sometimes should, be.

The one place I've always considered my true home.
What if I didn't decide to come to the University of Michigan? What if I followed my dreams and moved to California, instead of letting external factors influence me? What if I never stopped pursuing my artistic passions once I reached high school? What if I took a year off and travelled the world before beginning my undergraduate education? What if my dad was never diagnosed with lung cancer?

I wonder about why things happen the way they do and about the "what ifs" far more often than any young college student should.

What if I never met the people I now know? What if the moments I saw as the "wrong place, wrong time" were actually right? What if I didn't let the people of my past leave? What if I hadn't met you?

Obviously, my life would be a whole lot different. But I often question whether my alternative life would be better than this roller-coaster-ride-of-a-life I'm living now.

Sometimes, actually, a lot of the times, I wonder if I would be much happier. Sure, I've got the whole world ahead of me. But at the moment, there's simply too much for me to think about.

I'm still struggling to keep up with my coursework, as it seems to relentlessly pile up. I fell behind in the first place due to rush, which turned out to be the biggest waste of my time (I decided to drop midway through). My first exam is quickly approaching, and I'm several chapters behind when I should already be reviewing. This exam also happens to be one of the most crucial exams in determining my admittance to Ross.

My brother and I.
I'm constantly worrying about life back at home. It's as I left everything on pause, and I continue to ponder upon what could've happened without me. I worry about my father's condition, as he grows weaker and weaker, day by day. I worry about my mother's health, as she continues to single-handidly support our family of four at a business that is becoming too much for her to bear on her own. I worry for my brother, as I see him gradually losing sight of what's important. I worry about some of my closest friends, as I left when they were paralyzed and handicapped (getting T-boned by a truck didn't do them much justice).

It's the boundless possibilities of misfortunate events that's eating me alive.

I'm afraid of failing. I'm afraid of not getting into the business school. I'm afraid of letting my parents down. I'm afraid of being forgotten by my friends back home. I'm afraid of becoming everything I'm not. I'm just afraid.

All I know is everything happens for a reason. And I'm pretty sure we're all here to figure out why.

My life on a T-shirt.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Writing Wisdom

"If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead, either write something worth reading or do things worth writing." --Benjamin Franklin
"The experience of writing is primarily an adventure, not a vocation; if it feels like destiny and not a choice, you should understand at the start that it's as likely to be a curse as a blessing." --Joyce Carol Oates
"For the details to be concrete and convey meaning, the language must be accurate and precisely given. The words can be so precise they may even sound flat, but they can still carry; if used right, they can hit all the notes." --Raymond Carver
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." --Ernest Hemingway
"No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader." --Robert Frost
"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." --Maya Angelou

A Writer Learning to Write

As student writers, we never really stop to think of how we're implementing certain techniques in our pieces; we merely let the information flow from our minds into text. We revise and rewrite, but we never take the time to truly understand what works and what doesn't. It's as if it's habitual--as if it's common sense--to recognize awkward phrases and confusing sentences. We can easily distinguish good writing from bad; however, we never truly consider what constitutes "good writing."


Two long, and rather difficult, readings take us away from fiction and stories and into politics and science. Although these aren't your typical writers writing about writing, both pieces provide us with important insights into what makes for good writing.

George Orwell's essay "Politics and the English Language" argued that the decadence of language is a result of political and economic externalities. Bad language usage is spread by tradition and imitation; even people who should and do know better apply these faulty tactics, including Orwell himself. Politicians, in particular, are a major contribution to the corruption of languages. Regardless of their party, politicians apply hackneyed phrases such as bloodstained tyranny and free peoples of the world, presenting themselves in a fairly robotic manner. Their diction consists largely of euphemism, question-begging, and sheer vagueness, as none of them want to name things without calling up the atrocious mental images.

Although many readers might have viewed Orwell's essay as a guide to "what not to do" in writing, I viewed his piece as a wakeup call. He illuminated that the English language now suffers from specific mental vices, vices of which are habitually written by most of us. Applying dying metaphors, operators or verbal false limbs, pretentious diction, and meaningless words often indicates that a writer is simply lazy. When a piece of writing is stale of imagery and lacks precision, the writer displays traits of vagueness and incompetence. More than often, these writers either have something to say and simply don't know how to say it, or they have nothing to say and bullshit their writing with a string of contrived statements.

Personally, I most related to his argument on pretentious diction. Back in high school, my English teachers called me "Queen of Academic Diction." Basking in my glory, I constantly felt the need to live up to their expectations. Thus, when writing an essay, or just writing in general, I always made a conscious effort to include big words. Orwell, however, made me realize that simplification is key, as big words often cloud a writer's meaning. Writers often hide their meanings behind complex phrases, as opposed to inserting simple words that would suffice in lieu of the phrases. Attempts to sound sophisticated typically lead to a vague piece of writing.

My key takeaway from Orwell's essay would be to, simply put, say what you mean. Most college students need to acknowledge that when they bullshit their writing and include fluffy words, they surrender themselves to language. "What is above all needed is to let the meaning choose the word, and not the other way about."

George D. Gopen and Judith A. Swan's article "The Science of Scientific Writing" aims to not only discuss the science behind scientific writing, but to also inform writers of the needs of readers. They argue that complexity of thought need not lead to impenetrability of expression, as improving the quality of writing actually improves the quality of thought.

As a writer, I gained the insight of writing with the reader in mind. Sure, we formulate our words based upon our audience, but do we ever stop and think about the structure and the syntax, and how it all combines to convey our message? Swan and Gopen stress that "information is interpreted more easily and more uniformly if it is placed where most readers expect to find it," indicating that a reader's expectations greatly factors into his/her comprehension. Structure should be set up in ways for the reader to understand the piece. "If [their] structural expectations are continually violated, readers are forced to divert energy from understanding the content of a passage to unraveling its structure." Their focus is then placed on a smaller portion of the bigger picture. In addition, writers should consider the relativity of their first and last sentences. If they, themselves, cannot follow their writing from Point A to Point B, how could they expect their readers to do so? Readers expect a grammatical subject to be followed immediately by the verb, and anything that intervenes between the two is read as an interruption. We also must think of our sentences as stories with plots. "Beginning with the exciting material and ending with a lack of luster often leaves us disappointed and destroys our sense of momentum." Writers should begin their sentences with old information and introduce/lead into new information. (Old info = topic position; new info = stress position). Doing so presents their readers with a sense of connectivity--a sense of fluidity, as the writer makes an apparent effort to connect the dots.

What struck a chord for me, as a writer, is the superiority of a reader's need for receiving the material over a writer's need for unburdening themselves of their information. We typically write to get our message out in the world, however, we don't really think about the various ways our one message could be perceived. Simple miscommunications can lead to misconstrued takeaways. Therefore, don't try to be better than your reader by leaving out information. "It matters only whether a large majority of the reading audience accurately perceives what the author had in mind."





Friday, September 27, 2013

September 2013

Saturday night under the lights.
I've always had this image of college game days encrypted in my mind when I heard about the University of Michigan. Going to tailgates, meeting friends old and new. Dancing on platforms, singing a little too loud, getting hyped up for the game. Encountering a plethora of people at the Michigan Stadium, decked out in their maize and blue. Sitting in the student section, chanting Hail to the Victors. Scoring touchdowns, hearing the stadium roar. Beating Notre Dame as the Leaders and the Best. Lights on, maize out.

Home.
College is the time for new faces, places, memories and mistakes. As I continue to grow, I realize that every experience and every person I meet continues to help shape me into the person I am. Coming to Ann Arbor, I was, and still am, ecstatic to unveil the opportunities my college years hold. I was prepared to embrace the fresh start, the exotic scenes, the neoteric faces--everything. I was not going to let a fleeting moment slip by before my eyes. One month in and my memories from college are more loaded than a billionaire's bank account. I've gone through some experiences I never thought I would encounter. At one point, I thought I was starting to become everything I said I never would be. I wanted to change myself back into who I thought I was, but then I realized: maybe, just maybe, this is who I truly am. A curious girl who has her share of mishaps while discovering the world. Through everything, however, what I didn't expect was to call this place my home.

B-school.
When I began high school, I didn't have the slightest idea as to what I wanted to pursue as a career. I thought about pursuing a career in the arts, but the instability of an artistic career vexed me. Then, during my sophomore year, I discovered DECA through my marketing courses. DECA is an association of business students who compete in role-plays and examinations, and it is the organization that ultimately led me to my vocation. I hope to someday earn my BBA at the Ross School of Business. You see, business is my forte; it incorporates knowledge with interpersonal skills, a combination of scholarship and socialization.