CL BLOG Post #2

Stereotyping is exaggerated generalization associated with a categorizing system, they go beyond the facts at hand and make claims that usually have no valid basis. However, it is also something that most people find difficult to avoid from doing. So, lets explore your sense of tendency to make generalization by expanding the following statement: Women shouldn't be behind the wheel....

Women shouldn’t be behind the wheels. When I saw that sentences the first thing I thought was ‘really?’. I certainly have heard of a certain study that says the majority of drivers involved in some form of vehicle related accident every year are women, but when I thought about it more deeply I arrived at a single conclusion. Cause of accidents varied by each individuals but from my observation on my family members, female friends and acquaintances, I believe it mainly have to do with personality of the driver themselves and not affected by their own gender.

My mother who have a reserved and careful personality rarely got into accident, there was an incident where she accidentally rammed someone else car when she was parking her car but such mistakes are so common that I conclude it to be within the margin of error. 

And there is also my elder sister who is borderline tomboy, there are only one word to describe her driving skill, reckless. The way she handled her car could have landed her a cast as a racer in ‘Fast & Furious’ movie. The type of high speed driving that would have make anyone, specifically me, blood ran cold. She only trashed her car a few times when she first got her license but she rarely got into one in recent years.

Compared to my mother and elder sister, me and my brother are much more destructive with our own driving. Between me and my brother we would get into a couple of accident each year, because I myself didn’t drive that much my own record is pretty clear but my brother has his own brand or recklessness and like to drove of at every chance he have. I like to call myself a careful driver like my mother is and as such I rarely caught in an accident, although it’s a different story with motorcycles, my elder sister and brother unfortunately inherited my father hot headed blood and projected it in their driving.

I conclude that bad driving skill isn't affected by  what gender you are but with your personality and habit instead.

CL BLOG Post #1

You heard comments and maybe grievances from your seniors about Critical Literacy, but what is/are your expectation (s) or hope for this subject as you are just started.

To me Critical Literacy is both intriguing and frightening. While I was in semester 3 I have heard of scary rumors where the seniors have to stay awake 24/7 in order to finish their tasks, that they become a literal living dead, slaving away typing on their laptop to finish their assignment. I didn’t even gave it a second thought and dismissed it as an exaggerated tales told by the seniors in order to scares their juniors.

Fortunately or unfortunately during my semester 4 period I have to drops almost all semester 4 subject since I have to make room for my previously failed subjects, as such I chanced on witnessing the struggle of my housemates as they desperately tackles the infamous assignments. While it not as bad as it was rumored it is still painful to watch them typing mindlessly well late into the night, I have at times even discovered them still typing when I woke up at dawn.

                After witnessing such hellish scene before me, I greatly feared for my future when I have to face the same thing. From time to time when I saw the grim faces of my housemates I tried cheer them up by joking but they only respond by laughing dryly and gave me a murderous glare. And then when my turn came my feeling was close to despair, after i come to understand the content of Critical Literacy I involuntary choose to escape reality. The sheer effort I poured in, while I took appropriate amount of rest, still left me ragged and sleep deprived.

                I still remember the morning where I finally printed out the finished assignment, my image reflected in the mirror shows an unkempt man with hollow, dead fish eyes and sunken cheeks, a literal husk of my former self. While I didn’t really get exhausted to such extent the task almost turned me into one of the living dead.