I Love You, William

How? Why? All words that describe the feeling in the pit of my stomach as Sarah, the one I once thought of as family, walks up with the object that occupies the center of my universe, hand in hand. Again the thought of betrayal floods my mind. How could she? When she knew of my love for him?

They have yet to notice me, but when he looks up and meets my stare full of pain and shock his eyes turn into a gaze of longing and sympathy. And then I run. I run past them, through the door, and towards the garden shed. Once inside, the only sound is of a horses hooves in the distance, but they are nothing compared to my sobbing. The sight of Sarah and him together in such a close, loving embrace is too much for me to bear, too much to hold in and too much to be able to stay strong. Why had I believed him when he told me he loved me over and over again? If I had known that I was just a pawn in his game of love, I would have never let myself feel for him they way I do. My love for him is indescribable, but it was real, for me.

The sound of horse hooves get closer, until finally they stop, right in front of the shed I am hidden within. His voice is like a river, smooth and lovely, as he calls out to me, his perfect voice plagued with grief and sadness. My sobbing gives me away as the image of him and my sister come rushing back, like a handful of knives being thrown into my stomach. He is searching through the bushes beside the shed, then on the other side. Finally the wooden door of the shed opens with a creek. When he gaze falls on my broken figure, sobbing on the ground, he leans down and scoops me to sit upon his lap. No matter how hard I shove, it is no use, for he is no longer the boy I met all those years ago, as I am no longer the gushing little girl, we have both matured into everything we promised we wouldn’t become.

As his gaze burns into my face, I still refuse to meet it, I wouldn’t be able to keep the control that I am fighting so hard to keep, the control I need to tell him I never want to see him again, although that is a lie. He tells me that it is not what it seems, that Sarah needed his help gathering the water from the well, that it was her that grabbed his hand, that I was the love of his life. I wanted to believe him, truly I did, but how can I be certain that this is not another part of his game? How will I ever be certain that he will not one day grow old of my presence and move on to another, more beautiful girl?

It took me minutes to figure out that I was talking aloud. When I could no longer resist the urge to look at his beautiful face, I gasped. His expression was full of a emotion I thought I would never see upon his face, an expression of more than pain, an expression of anguish. How could I ever believe for one second that he wouldn’t want me one day? He asked me. How could I ever doubt him like that? I knew I was slowly ripping his heart out, but he deserved better than me, he deserved to be able to marry whoever he pleased. I didn’t want to take that away from him, I couldn’t. I stare him right in the eyes, and tell him, I can’t go on seeing him, for I do not feel the way he wishes me to. I do not love you William.

With that he arms loosen and I slip through his grasp, out the door. I don’t hear him behind me but when I turn, there he is, with tears upon his cheeks. The sight of his weeping figure is too much for me, so for the second time that day, I find myself running, only this time it is not away from William. I embrace him with a forceful hug and stretch up on my tiptoes to reach his ear. I whisper, I love you William, and then I am gone running for the house, never to see him again.

Great Expectations Quote Response

“And sometimes, when her moods were so many and so contradictory of one another that I was puzzled what to say or do, Miss Havisham would embrace her with lavish fondness, murmuring something in her ear that sounded like, "Break their hearts my pride and hope, break their hearts and have no mercy!" Love. The theme of the novel deals with all types of love, each character having their own. In this quote the message is describing Miss Havisham’s love of causing others pain, and gaining this pain through Estella. By having her break the hearts of many men, Miss Havisham is able to let go of some the pain she so long ago endured . Miss Havisham taught Estella to be cold-hearted, so that others could feel the pain she has had to struggle with ever since she was fooled and destroyed with grief. As the quote states, Miss Havisham would embrace Estella fondly and murmur to her to break the hearts of many men, including Pip just to watch the pain creep into their faces, further explaining her hatefulness and cruelty.

Wemmick's Second Personality

Wemmick acts cruel and heartless at work, but once he leaves Jagger's office, he evolves into a loving, care-free individual. His different personalities seem to be the fault of wanting to be accepted by society but also by his peers and family. Wemmick does not seem to comprehend that, although he has people who respect his effciency, who dread his arrival, he also has what everyone deserves, the love of his family. When Pip and Wemmick arrive at his house, Pip experiences a more pleasurable side of Wemmick he had not known existed. The flagstaff, located at Wemmicks house, is when you first start to realize that Wemmick is more than just a uptight clerk, but a kind man who is made joyous by the simplest of things in life. "That's a real flagstaff, you see," said Wemmick, "and on Sundays I run up a real flag"; as Wemmick says this you can almost see the smile alight upon his face. How a man be so horrible at work, but turn in to a completely loving person at home? How can you claim to want to be accepted, but then act the way the very person who you want to be accepted by, would frown upon? Wemmick wants too many people's acceptance and affection, which seems to be his flaw.

The Home Life of Pip

Throughout the first few chapters the main character, Pip, has a horrible home life. Since Pip is an orphan he is forced to live with his brutal sister, Mrs. Joe. Mrs Joe is very cruel to Pip, and even mistreats her husband. When Pip misbehaves Mrs. Joe takes a cane called "The Tickler" and hits him several times. Also she does not make quality meals, just a simple bread and butter. Mrs. Joe even forces Pip to drink medicine at ponderous amounts. As you can see Pip is living in a home in need of improvements.

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The Horrible

He spoke to me,
On All-Hollows Eve,
A night I won't forget.
Through the trees,
He came to me,
And asked me to understand,
"I'm just a boy like all the others,
But people can not comprehend,
That although I try to be like everyone else,
I fail again and again.
The Horrible,
They call me,
For my skin is much too fair.
The Horrible,
They call me,
For I have lost my hair.
The Horrible,
They call me,
For I'm sick and can not run.
The Horrible,
They call me,
For soon my life will be done."
I could not understand why,
All these years,
The boy was different.
But now I know,
The hurt he feels,
Struggling to fit in.
The boy begins to weep,
And collapses on the ground,
"My life is done,
And now you know,
The hatred I have found."
The Horrible,
They called him,
As though that were his name.
The Horrible,
They called him,
As though it were a game.
The Horrible,
They called him,
Is gone from us now.
The Horrible,
They called him,
Is now safe and sound.

Writing Goals

This year in language arts I want to be able to improve my time management along with my sentence structure. Even though the other two goals are very important the one I want to focus on the most is to use a more advanced vocabulary in my writing.

Essay

Here is my response to the novel "The Good Earth"
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Good Earth - Wang's uncle, and the City to the South

Throughout the chapters of the Good Earth you are introduced to a very selfish character. Wang Lung's uncle is a very selfish man who only seems to care about wealth and materialistic objects. To me, it seems, that when his uncle says " I am a man of evil destiny. This year out of twenty seed beans, one came up and in such poor growth as that there is no use in putting the hoe down. We shall have to buy beans this year if we eat them", he is trying to trick Wang Lung into feeding his family, because he is a lazy man and does not want to work. During one of the chapters I was appalled when Wang's uncle lead a riot into his nephew's home and took all his food. When that accrued I was shocked because they are family and family shouldn't act behave so horribly.

Wang Lung, and his horrible misfortunes, move to the city to the south. Once there their life improves greatly, and he is able to feed his family by getting a job pull a cart. Soon his life is better and he even has a house of his own to live in. He has shelter, food, and a job to provide it all, and during a famine many others would die for the chance at all of this. Wang Lung seems grateful, but is he really?

Happier Times

The glisten of the river reminds me of,
Happier times
Times when everyone was still together,
Still alive
I remember the way my mother,
With her rosy cheeks,
Her plump figure,
Would tell me and my brother,
Even the smoothest surfaces have bumps buried beneath.
I couldn't comprehend it then,
When I was but a little girl,
But now it rings as clearly as church bells on Sunday,
You may have the appearance of a perfect and joyful life,
A life of innocence,
But down inside you hurt with such pain,
You feel as though someone is stabbing you with a sword of anguish,
Of disconcert,
Almost unbearable.
My family gone,
As well as the flame that plagued our farm that night,
And now so is my joy
The place I once thought of as home,
Only leaves me with the feeling of,
Emptiness,
Dread,
For I now know I will always be here gazing at the river,
Dreaming about
Happier times

The Good Earth- Chapter 1

Throughout the first chapter of "The Good Earth" I was appalled of how the women were treated in the Chinese culture, more like property then people. I had a hard time comprehending the reason behind the mis-treating of women, Why were they treated so poorly, even by men of such poverty? In the final sentence of chapter one Wang Lung's wife, O-Lan, is treated with a large amount of disrespect, but could do nothing of it, she was powerless. Were all women treated like this in China in the 1900's? From today's perspective in the United States, the women here have huge amounts of power, more than some men even. The chapter at first seemed to be a romance, with symbolism such as "morning" and "spring", but as the chapter went on it seemed to be only a romance for Wang Lung, and not his wife O-Lan. For O-Lan this chapter could be seen maybe as an irony, because of how she was in such a bad situation of being a slave at just the age of 10, which is not a good way at all to grow up. Also in the final part of the chapter she seemed to lose herself, become a new person, in the way Wang Lung acted.

Not Waving but Drowning
By:Stevie Smith

No one heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way
They said

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead man lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning

"A Jury of her Peers"

March 2

Why has this horrendous burden happen upon me? John my husband, or as I call him, my Warden, has taken my only happiness from my life, my dear sweet canary, and now I am left with nothing. I don't dare weep around him for the thought of his iron grip around me again scares me so. I wish I could go back to happier times when I could be free to sing, where my dear mother and father loved to hear the pretty tunes I had sung once upon a time. How have I let this happened? Something must be done and fast, for if it doesn't, I fear that soon my Warden will no longer want a prisoner who does not obey, and my canary and I will share the same fate.


Minne Foster




March 3


It is finally done. I no longer have a Warden and I am free! But at what cost? I have only just been free when, once again, my freedom is taken from me. I have been taken away from my home, my prison, and for that I ame grateful but when will this ever stop? I move from one prison to another in a days time, and all I wish is to be free! The sheriffs wife and Martha Hale stopped by today with the paper I write upon now as the other prisoners dream and my sewing things, and when I opened the basket I saw the box of which I had lay my dear canary to rest. I cried for hours of the thought of my dead bird and now my dead husband, both free, while I am still trapped in this world. What has happened to me? I need to escape from all of it. I want to be free and never have to come back to reality. Why has John been so lucky to escape? I am the one who freed him when I couldn't even free myself! Well not anymore, I will be free, I will!


Minne Foster