Post 4

I sat down on a bare piece of earth. I think it was that sand rock stuff. I was at Sunset Cliffs right next to Point Loma Nazarene. The wind blew my hair around a lot, my nose is chilled. I hear the waves roll and crash in. People run and walk as the day ends. Some sit to watch the sun set. There's a boat out on the horizon. I wonder if it is a fishing boat finishing up its day of fishing. As the sun slowly goes down towards the horizon the sky between the horizon and clouds grow more orange-pink. Now I see the sun. The breeze seems to get cooler and cooler. The tips of my fingers are getting colder, feels almost numb. Kind of like my toes when I am on the bench during a water polo game. It is so hard to resist looking straight at the sun. In the distance I see rain falling but it never reaches the water. It reminds me of the day my dad told me what it was called when it does that. We were out on our boat whale watching or fishing I can't remember. Whatever its called its all pink from the sun. I watch the sun go down below the horizon hoping to see the green flash. It reminds me of all the other times I have hoped to see the green flash. I also remember all the stories I have heard about where people were when they have seen the green flash. The clouds above are now a deep pink. The waves remind me of jet engines but now they are much calmer and relaxing.

Within the time I spent at that place so many memories came into my head. The water holds so many memories for me. The sun set has so many memories. The waves. The location. The wind. The ground where I sat. Everything. I have so many memories. It is amazing how many I can recall from one little thing.

Post 3

An Emersonian friend, in my opinion, is someone who is honest with everyone. Someone who is not afraid to tell someone that they don't agree. You can tell them what they did wrong or something is in their hair. Also to be an Emersonian friend you have to accept who I am and be happy with who I am.

I feel like, or like to think that I live like an Emersonian friend everyday. Maybe not the whole day. In some parts of the day I know some of the people I encounter would not like me to be honest with them. They could be offended by what I might say to them. But they would not understand that I was only saying it to be nice or to tell them that in case they cared about it.

On the day that I chose to try to be an Emersonian friend was on Saturday. The day of formal and earlier that day I had water polo all day long. All that day I was around people that I know appreciate who I am. And then there are some that I feel like that don't understand me. Nothing exciting happened during water polo. Then I got ready for formal and went to dinner. I was running late because of water polo. I think hunger got in the way of me trying to focus on being an Emersonian friend. So I wasn't much of one at dinner. Then formal came. At then at the dance so much was going on it was hard to be an Emersonian friend again. 

Post 2

According to Emerson, how should gifts be received?
When a person receives a gift they should not be too glad or sorry for a gift. They need to be selfless.

According to Emerson, how should gifts be given?
A gift should be given as a part of who you are. It should be something that represents the giver. Emerson thinks that it is "cold" and "lifeless" if you go buy a gift that doesn't represent yourself.

What social commentary if offered here?
Emerson thinks society has made giving and receiving gifts a competition. A person gives a gift then the receiver feels like he needs to give a better gift to the original giver. Society wants everything. We ask for nothing less. We also want to be "self-sustained". People tend to like the gift more than the person and the thought the giver put into the gift.

If I decided to become a gift-giver in Emerson's understanding my life would change to where I would make all the gifts I give. I would spend more time making gifts for everyone. I would probably give less gifts because I would have to limit who I gave gifts to.

Well one time I made a ceramic pot and lid for my mom. I spent time making it for her. I was part of me because I like making things like that, crafts that are hands on. It represented me because I enjoy making ceramics.