Week Fifteen

Blog Two: Defining Good

First, in your reading journal/blog write a list of character traits that a good person should have.

What makes a person good? Do people need to follow God's life? Do people need to achieve greatness through careers or hobbies? Do people need to become leaders? There are many question a person could ask to see how one person would become a "good" person.

I believe that writing a list of what makes a person good will only portray to me and others may be able to relate. Everybody must create their own list of how they would be defined as a "good' person.

My list of what makes me a "good" person:

-not judgmental

-devoted to helping others achieve their dreams

-being a friend

-live life to the fullest opportunity that I have been given

-stick to my own beliefs and respect others that believe differently

-relationship with family, friends, and God

-devoted

-strong

-open-minded

Week Fifteen

Reading One: "Antigone"

How far would you go to do what you believe is right and would make you a good person? Antigone goes against Creon's, her uncle, decision of burying Antigone's brother. Antigone sticks to her beliefs of honoring those who have died by a proper burial.Creon goes Antigone the fate of death for going against Creon's wishes. Antigone finishes off her life with honor in her decision to give her brother a proper burial. For example Antigone says, "You see me, you people of my country/as I  set out on my last road of all/looking for the last time on this light of this sun--/never again" (1585).

The chorus describes Antigone's decision by saying, "Love undefeated in the fight/Love that makes havoc of possessions/love who lives at night in a young girl's soft checks/who travels over sea, or in huts in the countryside--/there is no god able to escape you/nor anyone of men, whose life is a day only/and whom you possess is mad" (1584).

Antigone dies with the heart of a good person through her eyes and through the majority of the readers of this story. "O my father's ciy, in Theban land/O gods that sired my race/I am led away, I have no more stay./Look on me, princes of Thebes/the last remnant of the old royal line/see what I suffer and who makes me suffer/because I gave reverence to what claims reverence" (1588).