Check out the creative work of Langston Hughes' poem "Still Here"
Below is a poem that I thought was interesting because I feel as though almost everyone can relate. This poem goes on to describe all the distraught brought upon us on a daily basis, but how in the end we are still here. The way Langston uses his words to describe his feelings are words that I believe we can all relate to. It's a poem of good inspiration. Read it below to find out what I mean.
Still Here
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Poem citation: http://www.famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/langston_hughes/poems/16950
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My Writer's Notebook Response
I've always been someone who always cared what others though about me. I don't know why, it's just the way I've always been. How many people say that they've never cared what anyone else thought about them though? Probably close to zero. It's just nature for humans I guess. At the beginning of this past summer I got a job. I got a job at Burger King. Out of all the other places that I applied to, Burger King were the first to call, so I ended up getting a position there. I was so horrible when I first started out. People got mad. I'll admit that it was a scary job at first.
There was this one day when I first started working there that I will just never forget because it was just upsetting to me. There were only three of us working and at the time I didn't know what a "lunch hour rush" meant. Oh man! It was horrible! I was working the front counter and I barely knew what I was doing, let alone have a "rush hour". Well, there was a customer who got very, very angry with me because I didn't know how to take his order. He even got mad at me after I told him I haven't been working there for more than two days. So I got some help because I didn't want to mess up his order any more. The only thing I really remember from that is a bunch of yelling, some swear words, and him glaring at me disgustingly for the rest of the time he sat there and ate.
At the time I really had no idea what to do or to think but I felt really bad about the whole situation although the rest of the staff didn't care. I haven't seen that guy since, but that doesn't bother me one bit. Two months later and now my job is easy as a piece of cake, even during the random rushes that we get. I had another customer in drive-through behave the same way. I think that working at that place for 2 months really changed something about my character though because when I was getting yelled at, I could have cared less about what that customer thought about me because I knew my managers didn't think that about me. So I guess you could say that I stopped caring about what other people thought unlike I did when I first started working at Burger King. I've learned to not let the customers get to your head because they aren't someone important in your life, just someone passing by. To this day I really don't care what customers think and I'm not going to quit my job because I get yelled at for not giving someone their onion rings fast enough. I'm still going to be there, even if I do get yelled at by customers because now, I don't care.
There was this one day when I first started working there that I will just never forget because it was just upsetting to me. There were only three of us working and at the time I didn't know what a "lunch hour rush" meant. Oh man! It was horrible! I was working the front counter and I barely knew what I was doing, let alone have a "rush hour". Well, there was a customer who got very, very angry with me because I didn't know how to take his order. He even got mad at me after I told him I haven't been working there for more than two days. So I got some help because I didn't want to mess up his order any more. The only thing I really remember from that is a bunch of yelling, some swear words, and him glaring at me disgustingly for the rest of the time he sat there and ate.
At the time I really had no idea what to do or to think but I felt really bad about the whole situation although the rest of the staff didn't care. I haven't seen that guy since, but that doesn't bother me one bit. Two months later and now my job is easy as a piece of cake, even during the random rushes that we get. I had another customer in drive-through behave the same way. I think that working at that place for 2 months really changed something about my character though because when I was getting yelled at, I could have cared less about what that customer thought about me because I knew my managers didn't think that about me. So I guess you could say that I stopped caring about what other people thought unlike I did when I first started working at Burger King. I've learned to not let the customers get to your head because they aren't someone important in your life, just someone passing by. To this day I really don't care what customers think and I'm not going to quit my job because I get yelled at for not giving someone their onion rings fast enough. I'm still going to be there, even if I do get yelled at by customers because now, I don't care.