paragraph# 2 just walked on by: Brent Staples
My first victim was a woman—white, well dressed, probably in her early twenties. I came upon her late one evening on a deserted street in Hyde Park, a relatively affluent neighborhood in an otherwise mean, impoverished section of Chicago. As I swung Onto the Avenue behind her, there seemed to be a discreet, uninflammatory distance between us. Not so. She cast back a worried glance. To her, the youngish black man—a broad six feet two inches with a beard and billowing hair, both hands shoved into the pockets of a bulky military jacket—seemed menacingly close. After a few more quick glimpses, she picked up her pace and was soon running in earnest. Within seconds she disappeared into a cross street.
My Best piece was huge-blues,oranges, yellows,detailed 3-D,and filled with detail. I found the spot on a dark street on Bingham, an industrial park traveled often during daytime,but safe enough to paint at night. As i started painting, I realized all the conditions were perfect, no wind and relaxingly warm. To me, the piece-a massive 8’x8′ word, letters twisted with arrows peircing in and out, bold colors blasting out- was perfect in every way. After a few pictures and last minute touch ups, I grabbed my bag and ran down the street. I was home in no time.
paragraph#1 the peter principle by laurence j. peter pg 216
When I was a boy I was taught that the men upstairs knew what they were doing. I was told, “Peter, the more you know, the further you go.” So I stayed in school until I graduated from college and then went forth into the world clutching firmly these ideas and my new teaching certificate. During the first year of teaching I was upset to find that a number of teachers, school principals, supervisors and superintendents appeared to be unaware of their professional responsibilities and incompetent in executing their duties. For example my principal’s main concerns were that all window shades be at the same level, that classrooms should be quiet and that no one step on or near the rose beds. The superintendent’s main concerns were that no minority group, no matter how fanatical, should ever be offended and that all official forms be submitted on time. The children’s education appeared farthest from the administrator mind.
When i was a boy i was brought up to abide by the rules. I was told, “Dillan, you need to mind your manners and dont do anything you think might get you in trouble.” So i decided i wouldn’t do graffiti while I was living under their roof, and waited until i moved to Saint Louis with all my artistic creativity. During the first piece i painted i was upset to find that some things weren’t as easy as I had thought, like the painting, area, avoiding other people, and took a lot of practice to overcome. For example I couldn’t paint during the day time so it was hard to see, and was it risky being in the city by myself at that time of night. my paint was dripping and the colors were hard to make out in the dark and cars kept scaring me with their headlights. My amazing art pieces seemed so unachievable to me after that experience.