Indian Epics

Promila felt as if her heart had shattered into a million cold, glass shards. The glass pierced her body and spread through her veins. She cried out in agony, "My love. My whole life has been torn from me!" She looked upon her precious Indrajit, laid upon the funeral pyre. She wished to join him in his burial fire-- to be his wife in the afterlife. She craved to be eternally beside her beloved with her entire soul. A small whisper in her mind told her no. "You must avenge his death. Blood has betrayed blood. Now blood must be spilt," the voice whispered. Promila knew her task. She approached the wrapped body of Indrajit. She softly took her hand from her mouth and placed it on Indrajit's forehead. A symbolic kiss of parting. "Go in peace, my love. I will restore your glory and find you in the heavens." Indrajit's sword rested at his feet. She lifted the famed weapon and brandished it in front of the mourning crowd. "Bibhisan will pay

Sita: The King-Farmer is called "Rishi" which is also the name of the narrator of my storybook, so that's cool He finds a baby girl in a pitcher and adopts her Kind of neat because he gives her the power to pass on his name The King then has three more daughters by his queen, Sita is the most beautiful Sita and Rama make eye contact and it is love at first sight Sita's sisters marry Rama's brother in a record breaking four-way wedding Sita's father tells Rama to "guard his treasure well and never forsake her" King Janaka has a sinking feeling that Sita will not be happy  This is an interesting tidbit that isn't included in the previous readings of Sita and Rama's love story Sita was the center of Rama's life. The author says they had one life and one soul Fast forward to Ravana disguising himself as a yogi and tricking/stealing Sita Sita is terrified and begs to be let go The normal events happen and Sita is exiled

In a great and splendid palace, belonging to mighty king, there lived two palace dogs. They were the king’s beloved companions. In the presence of their master, they were loving and obedient. When the master was not around, their character reversed and they became mischievous, pestilent things.  One night, a thunderstorm broke across the sky. The bright flashes of lightning and loud cracks of thunder filled the palace dogs with a wild passion. They broke from their collars and leashes and ran into the night. They ran throughout the royal gardens, taking special care to roll and stomp in the largest mud puddles. They bit off roses from their bush and muddied all of the fountains. In their furious frolic, they arrived at the idea to storm the throne room. The dogs ran teeth gnashing, paws muddied, and mind frenzied through the palace into the majestic court room of the king. They rolled on the rugs, tore down the tapestries, and chewed on the arm of the throne. When the room was prope

For this week's story lab, I created a twine. The purpose of the Twine is to answer buzzfeed-esque questions to determine what kind of Fall soup you are. Obviously, the answers are really sarcastic. I though Twine was not that user friendly and it wouldn't let me save the file. However, it was still fun to create. Twine: Find Out What Fall Soup You Are Fall Soup

What is at least one thing that the article CONFIRMED for you that you knew already Sleeping is extremely important for college success. This includes both quantity and quality of sleep. What is at least one NEW thing that you learned that you did not know before? All nighters only help if you have to memorize a lot of content. It doesn't help you learn complex material. What is the one thing you are now CURIOUS to explore (i.e. something you want to try in your life, something you want to research and learn more about, etc.) and what are you going to do in order to act on that curiosity? I want to learn more about the the specific effect that sleep has on your GPA. I'm going to explore a few of the links in this article Article: https://www.nytimes.com/2018/08/13/well/an-underappreciated-key-to-college-success-sleep.html Sleeping Baby

My favorite motto is "You make your own merit!". It just reminds me that I am in charge of my progress and the outcome of my life. I write this in my agenda so that I know I can manage my tough weeks! Motto Graphic

The Divine Brothers The seven wives of a farmer's seven sons take a bath together They discuss their wishes The youngest of the seven doesn't have a family aside from her husband's Lahana (the youngest) wishes for koi to eat, she finds them, but they are not koi, they are serpents She keeps them as pets and feeds them When the serpents return to their house, they ask their mom to adopt the youngest sister A serpent son of the goddess kills Lahana The goddess resurrects Lahana but sends her home Lahana obeys the goddess twice and is rewarded by being adopted by the king Snatched From Death A king has a daughter and she is allowed to choose her own husband She falls in love with the son of a hermit Turns out he is cursed to die within a year of his marriage The princess desires that she would rather have him for a year than not at all He dies and the god of the underworld comes to take his soul The princess will not let him go without going with him

Imagine an office. This office is just like all other offices. It has dull gray carpet, dozens of neatly aligned cubicles, and yellow fluorescent overhead lights. In one of the cubicles, sits Ms. Alecia Turtle. She is a middle aged woman who seems to always walk with a permanent hunch. She wears dark olive green glasses. Ms. Turtle leans over her computer, hurriedly typing away. Her tongue pokes out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrates. Cindy! You would not believe what I just heard!  Her nails are painted green. The movements of her fingers are dramatically exaggerated as she clacks away at her keyboard. Jim heard that Britney said that Ron and his wife are getting divorced. Can you believe it!? She smugly sends the IM to her coworker. A ding sounds across the office. There is quietly audible typing. Ms. Turtle's computer flashes: New Message -- From Cindy Squirrel.  Ms. Turtle hungrily opened the message. Poor Ron. I know Mr. Goose is really cracking down on of