Paper topics.....Well i Was thinking of doing my paper on the door from "A rose for Emily" but I did realy love the "Tell Tail Heart" and the "lottery" its hard for me to chose!!
I think I might want to try and write about the Door. It keeps coming back in my mind but I'm not sure what kind of paper this is ment to be so at the moment i think i am going to go with how the door not only is seeling in her secrets but is also a symble of how she has been traped her whole life. so she traped and sealed in her "Love as well." Let me know what you think!!
-Jenna Feiler
Sunday, January 30, 2011
The Lottery, and Young Goodman Brown -Jenna Feiler
I would like to start out saying that Young Goodman Brown made my head hurt! I have never really liked or understood this story very much even though I have read it many times. For what ever resin it just really doesn't sink in for me. But anyways I will explain what I have gathered from "Young Goodman Brown." Goodman is a newly married man that for some resin decides to leave is new wife "Faith" one night to go wondering in the woods or to take care of so business.....something. When he gets there he meets a creepy stranger with a walking stick and decides it would be a good idea to take a little stroll with him into the woods. As they are walking Brown mentions how his Father and grandad are pure and faithful believers and how they would have never gone on this sinful journey. This stranger, (who I'm going to call Satin) Tells Brown that both of his father and his grandfather were close friends or something. Any way Browns family wasn't as great as he thought. On this little walk Brown see people that a important in the religious community walking on the same path of sin. He wonders why such pious people are walking down hells highway. He decides that he isn't going any Father down the path with Satin. So he sits down and Satin gives him his staff and tells him to rest and after he is better to keep walking. Brown sits a while then decide to keep going. When he gets to the meeting he sees Faith, his wife is there and she has changed. she doesn't have her pink ribbions and she looks older and wore out. Brown is upset by this and feels he has lost his "Faith". There are alot of people at this meeting to be baptised for the devil and when it is his turn he tell Faith to look to the lord and not to give in. The is jumps or something because the next thing i understood is he was walking threw the town seeing the people from the night before acting normal and Faith finds him she seems fine to. He doesn't know if what happened the night before was a dream or really happened. He is torn.
I think the Aurthur called him "Young" Goodmen Brown to show how naive he was to the world and then at the end his life was less black and white.
Now for the Lottery, I enjoyed this so So SOO much more then Young Woodmen Brown! This story even though it is clearly messed up doesn't start out that way. The author doesn't make the Lottery seem like it would be a bad thing to "win." When i thing Lottery I always think of money or a new car or something nice or good, but in this story you don't want to win. Getting back to the story. The day of the lottery is presented as a festival of some sort were the kids gather rocks and family come together in the town square. There is mention that there use to be a lager amount of ritual with the lottery and now is more strate forward. The head of the house goes up in ABC order and takes a piece of paper from the box. you cant look at it tell you told and then the family that gets the paper with the black spot has to draw again. Every one in the family have to pull a slip, even the small kids. The one from the family that draws the black spot again gets stoned to death. Sounds really awesome! NOT!!!! The thing is they don't really explain why the Lottery even goes on. Is it superstition, tradition, or just a messed up sicioty? The fact that the kids gather the stones and the family of the person that gets the black spot has to help stone them. The women in the story has pebbles trown at her by her toddler son! That is creepy! and then the town just goes back to the way life is every day like they didn't just Kill a member of there county. What a great story! :)
-Jenna Feiler
I think the Aurthur called him "Young" Goodmen Brown to show how naive he was to the world and then at the end his life was less black and white.
Now for the Lottery, I enjoyed this so So SOO much more then Young Woodmen Brown! This story even though it is clearly messed up doesn't start out that way. The author doesn't make the Lottery seem like it would be a bad thing to "win." When i thing Lottery I always think of money or a new car or something nice or good, but in this story you don't want to win. Getting back to the story. The day of the lottery is presented as a festival of some sort were the kids gather rocks and family come together in the town square. There is mention that there use to be a lager amount of ritual with the lottery and now is more strate forward. The head of the house goes up in ABC order and takes a piece of paper from the box. you cant look at it tell you told and then the family that gets the paper with the black spot has to draw again. Every one in the family have to pull a slip, even the small kids. The one from the family that draws the black spot again gets stoned to death. Sounds really awesome! NOT!!!! The thing is they don't really explain why the Lottery even goes on. Is it superstition, tradition, or just a messed up sicioty? The fact that the kids gather the stones and the family of the person that gets the black spot has to help stone them. The women in the story has pebbles trown at her by her toddler son! That is creepy! and then the town just goes back to the way life is every day like they didn't just Kill a member of there county. What a great story! :)
-Jenna Feiler
Thursday, January 27, 2011
The Yello Wallpaper! Jenna Feiler
That is one crazy Chick! Good storey though, there are a few things I didn't quite get. The first thing was why she got put in there in the first place? I caught that she had, had a child with John. Did she has a brake with reality after having the baby and then it was only made wost by going to the house? In the begining of the story she dosnt come off as that crazy mainy sad. But by the end she is BAT SHIT CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The end of the story confused me a bit but after reading it a few times i think she though of her self as the women in the wall paper. She didnt want others to know about her in the wall and wanted to free her self. It freeked me out how in the end after peeling off the paper she was carwling along the wall and some how killed John and just crawed right over him. Creepy! I just thing of a demented lady "creeping" crawling at me across a room with crazy in her eyes. What a awesomely messed up story!!
-Jenna Feiler
-Jenna Feiler
Friday, January 21, 2011
The Tell-Tale Heart
The Tell-Tale Heart, wow Edgar was a really messed up guy. Even so I really enjoy his work. He is really a torcherd sole to be able to write the stores he dose. In this story the man speaking never really says who he is or why one day he decided that the "old man's" eye was so disturbing, but from the very start you can tell this man isn't quite right up stairs. The way he repeats him self and says over and over how he is NOT MAD clearly states he feels that he doesn't fit in. If he was okay with him self and the things he had done he would not feel the need to justify over and over again that what he did was right and he isn't mad at all. He clearly thought the killing out before hand do to the fact he stocked the sleeping old man at night and once he had been killed how he dismembers the body with out a drop of blood being spilled. body's aren't the easy to pull apart. One thing i didn't understand about the killing is how he did it exactly.... when he put the bed on him dose the mean he pulled the mattress off and smothered him or did he truly pick the bed up and crush the old man to death with it? I love how in the end his cockiness bit him in the ass. If he would not have been so sure in him self he would have gotten away with it. I think that the "heart" he heard might have been a little bit of his consequences sneaking up on him.
- Jenna Feiler
- Jenna Feiler
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
A Rose for Emily -Jenna Feiler
A Rose for Emily, wow what a creepy story, I loved it! I'm a big fan for storeys that have demented, distrurds and just plain messed up people in them, and in my mind Miss Emily is truly one of them. I remembered reading this story in high school but I had for gotten about it till I started reading it again. I find it sad about how Emily's Father controlled her so much and how she was pretty messed up strate off the bat. I wonder though if Emily really needed to kill Homer Barron? He seemed comitted but then again he might have just been messing around I don't know. It shows have messed up Emily was though when they found Homers body's in cuddling mode with her hair on the pillow. (some one is a loony) She had been snuggling up to that pore mans corps for years. I'm glad that in the end that slave left. Even though I'm sure working for her messed him up greatly.
-Jenna Feiler
-Jenna Feiler
Friday, January 14, 2011
Myself and English
Becca Matt,
This is my first "blog" so I'm not quite sure what to write. My last English class was something I just wanted to get through. My instructor was very nice and fallowed my accommodations well. Part of my problem with writing is my spelling and grammar. I use to love to write when I was younger, I would tell my parents to write out what I tell them and we would make storeys together. I have always had large imagination but as I got older I found that writing my storeys was stressful. I always had to have the read, revised, and criticized by others to make them understandable to the reader and therefor it to the magic and spirit out of what I wanted to create. I soon began to dislike writing and disliked others reading my tails even more. I would get so embarrassed to let people look at them in case they would see a misspelled word or rotten grammar.
As a result of this my relationship with writing has disintegrated. I write when I must and work hard to meet the requirements that are expected of me. However I do not enjoy the writing process and I only do it because I must. I am sorry if I sound like a martyr or a spoiled child when I explain about my relationship with words but that is how I feel. I want to get my joy for writing back because I have some great tails to spin but as I get older the more worried I have become about my writing flaws. I wish I could get back the confidence of my five year old self that never knew a criticism or critique.
URL: Jenna.Feiler@usd.edu
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This is my first "blog" so I'm not quite sure what to write. My last English class was something I just wanted to get through. My instructor was very nice and fallowed my accommodations well. Part of my problem with writing is my spelling and grammar. I use to love to write when I was younger, I would tell my parents to write out what I tell them and we would make storeys together. I have always had large imagination but as I got older I found that writing my storeys was stressful. I always had to have the read, revised, and criticized by others to make them understandable to the reader and therefor it to the magic and spirit out of what I wanted to create. I soon began to dislike writing and disliked others reading my tails even more. I would get so embarrassed to let people look at them in case they would see a misspelled word or rotten grammar.
As a result of this my relationship with writing has disintegrated. I write when I must and work hard to meet the requirements that are expected of me. However I do not enjoy the writing process and I only do it because I must. I am sorry if I sound like a martyr or a spoiled child when I explain about my relationship with words but that is how I feel. I want to get my joy for writing back because I have some great tails to spin but as I get older the more worried I have become about my writing flaws. I wish I could get back the confidence of my five year old self that never knew a criticism or critique.
URL: Jenna.Feiler@usd.edu
http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6252831803146881390
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