Vivienne's Views

  The Merriam-Webster definition of satire, “A literary work holding up human vices and follies to ridicule or scorn.” Banksy delivers the dreary world of “Dismaland” to be brutally honest about the “utopia” feeding capitalism kingdom, Disney- built on lies. The depressing park showcases Cinderella's carriage flipped over. And let me say, Cinderella isn’t looking too good. This is so ironic because in Disney’s park she lives happily ever after and there’s probably twenty Cinderella's walking around the park saying “dreams that you wish will come true.” Although Cinderella is just an unreal fairy tale , it's actually a fable that includes stepsisters cutting off toes to fit into the shoe of prince charming. Disney lies. The whole piece is so freakish and scary, but honest. Banksy successfully archives a depressing land by showcasing what really would’ve happened to Cinderella. It really makes the audience realize all of the other Disney lies that everything is okay and dream...

      As a runner, I cannot express how much pain the bridge at Long Lake and Livernois has caused me. Everyday in the summer I would ride my bike to Troy High School and then run. I did this twice a day from times 8-10:30 am and 7-9:30 pm. I even know the men by face, some more welcoming and others just absolutely fucking repulsive crusty pedophiles. Because I ran in the summer I chose to wear  tank tops and spandex. My favorite pair of spandex were pink and cheetah and yeah they seem a little risque but no way did I ask for any of their flirtatious tudes. After being hit on and them making jokes that “they need to get a pair of those” I chose to not wash my spandex and wear them the next day paired with a troy high school shirt. Some of the battles were kinda hard. It was always a surprise because some day the hill would be covered in sand, dirt, or just blown up. I would have to walk 20% of the time and just carry my bike like a fool. But the worst infliction was ...

  Vivienne François Mrs. Knudson 12 AP English 13 October 2020 Lyric Essay: Complex Characters In human nature, people tend to feel more purposeful when they find that someone that can make them say “same,” a song you scream that’s a “mood,” or that book that makes you finally unlock a deep self realization. In both “Oedipus the King” and “Saving Sourdi” authors compose complex characters to prove no one stands alone in our relatable universe and to emphasize the theme that truth can be fatal in many ways given character emotion.  “Saving Sourdi” author May-Lee Chai had me at “Sometimes we locked ourselves in the bathroom” (Chai paragraph 21). Similar to the complex character Nea , my older sister and I would lock ourselves in bathrooms, and call the times we shared in their “girl parties.” Chai established the archetype of the “mother older sister.” The sister that falls in the footsteps of a strong mother figure who the younger sister strives to keep their head above water t...

  Last Thursday Trevor came into my work place, “Detroit Wing Company” at around eight pm. In our chatter, our favorite class “12 AP English” was brought up. Mostly we conversed on Nav’s stupid beanie (just kidding). We actually talked about who would win the debate, negative or affirmative. We of course rooted for our home teams and made a 25 dollar bet one who would win. In this blog post, I am writing about what I would do with that gorgeous amount of cash. First of all, I would make it very clear that I won. I would take a video of him handing me the money with me laughing in the background. Then, I would take some selfies with the money via snapchat and send them his way. After that gets old, I will put the 25 dollars in my tip jar. Hopefully at the end of the month I will deposit the whole jar to my bank account. One day when me and the gals want to grab a nice bite I will go get Thai food or Indian (TBD) and I will spend about 15 on the meal leaving at three dollar tip. “Viv...

  The past week in class we talked about what a true complex character is, their purpose, and their meaning. Over the summer I worked 50 hours a week devoting my time to three jobs. Not only different jobs, but a different character.  At Cold Stone creamery I was a minority. Not going to lie, I was treated differently and at times and I felt that I was unapproachable. After getting to meet my loud and vivacious personality, my boss one day asked for my middle name. I replied “Jean.” I was then given a hood name, “ViviJ.” That whole summer I was called cuzin Viv and ViviJ. To them I was a hard worker, yukon driver, shift spotter, “return of the mak lover”, lemon sorbet lover, and most importantly family. At a place where I once felt out of place, became a place I call home.  No way would my mother let my sister and I get away with not working. While I worked at Coldstone, my sister Gabrielle worked at Detroit Wing Company. They were short staffed for most the summer and be...