Wearing :
Gray Jacket
Beige pants
His clothes looked kind of wrinkly like he didn’t own an iron
Worried Expression
Carrying it’s a girl bag
Left shoe is untied
White collar peeking through the jacket with a stain on it
Hair is combed neatly, like he spent a while on it
Brown cane laying in the pole beside him.
His name is George Franklin
He is 65 years old
His favorite color is Blue
My only son Benjamin just called me and told me about his new daughter Rebecca, I’m now on my way to see the precious little blessing. Muriel will be there and I haven’t seen her in years after our divorce. I can remember everything about Muriel her smell, the way she dressed and her high pitch laugh that was always was followed by a soft snort. I think about her every day. After she cheated on me with my cousin Thompson I haven’t spoke to neither of them. I wonder if Muriel will be at the baby shower. Will she have changed? Do you think she would want me back? I sure hope she would apologize and could erase the twenty one years of hurt she caused me. If not maybe she would be nice enough to give me my heart back, she’s had it in her possessions for so long and enable my ability to love anyone else.
Benjamin knew Thompson as his father and was able to forgive my absence in his life, but how will I forgive his mother and obtain a forgiving heart
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
First Analytical paper
Betrayal : to deceive, misguide, or corrupt.
Being betrayed by one you trust is very heartbreaking, the stir of emotions that one feels in the moment of betrayal is usually very hard to capture, unless you are in the predicament yourself, but through literature the reader is invited to experience these multiple emotions without going through the heart wrenching experience. O. Henry‘s After Twenty years, blindfolds the reader throughout the story, not giving a hint on the amount of betrayal that is on the way to come.
O. Henry masters the theme of betrayal because throughout the story O’ henry almost betrays the reader himself, by taking the story on an unexpected journey. The protagonist Bob is awaiting an old friend while waiting he speaks to the Policeman; he is not concerned about conversing with the Policeman, even though he is a wanted criminal. “I came a thousand miles to stand in this door to-night, and it's worth it if my old partner turns up."(pg 1) Bob honored Jimmy and his friendship, by traveling miles just to be in the company of Jimmy. O. Henry depicted a feeling of camaraderie to the reader. “We agreed that night that we would meet here again exactly twenty years from that date and time, no matter what our conditions might be or from what distance we might have to come. (pg 1) Henry then paints a vivid picture of Bob, as a caring friend and a man of his word. Jimmy’s character is built by Bob’s descriptions “He was one of the truest, stanchest old chap in the world.” The reader then begins to anticipate the arrival of Bob’s friend.
O. Henry uses setting to foreshadow of trouble yet to come as “the wind had risen from its uncertain puffs into a steady blow. Few foot passengers astir in that quarter hurried dismally and silently along with coat collars turned high and pocketed hands.”(pg 2). “A tall man in a long overcoat, with collar turned up to his ears, hurried across from the opposite side of the street.” Henry holds the factor of suspense as he uses subtle details to continue to paint the picture of the mysterious Jimmy Wells. When Bob finally was reunited with Jimmy, a mood of tranquility was depicted as the two were united and “started up the street, arm in arm.” (pg 2). ‘When they came into this glare each of them turned simultaneously to gaze upon the other's face. The man from the West stopped suddenly and released his arm.
"You're not Jimmy Wells," he snapped. "Twenty years is a long time, but not long enough to change a man's nose from a Roman to a pug." (pg 2) a confused mood was introduced as the story began to take a turn for the worst. "You've been under arrest for ten minutes, 'Silky' Bob.” (pg 2) The reader then begins to develop a mix of emotions. Who did this? Why is he getting arrested? Where is Jimmy Wells? A note then delivered all the answers it stated “Bob: I was at the appointed place on time. When you struck the match to light your cigar I saw it was the face of the man wanted in Chicago. Somehow I couldn't do it myself, so I went around and got a plain clothes man to do the job. JIMMY.” (pg 2) The theme of betrayal then began to become more prominent and left the reader shocked. The sincere, big hearted Bob was a wanted criminal and his beloved Jimmy Wells was the one to conduct his arrest.
O’ Henry mastered the theme of betrayal through suspense and unlike many authors he left the theme to unravel itself as he himself misguided the reader, as he turned a pleasant story about to old acquaintances keeping a promise to one another, to a tale of deceit and betrayal.
Being betrayed by one you trust is very heartbreaking, the stir of emotions that one feels in the moment of betrayal is usually very hard to capture, unless you are in the predicament yourself, but through literature the reader is invited to experience these multiple emotions without going through the heart wrenching experience. O. Henry‘s After Twenty years, blindfolds the reader throughout the story, not giving a hint on the amount of betrayal that is on the way to come.
O. Henry masters the theme of betrayal because throughout the story O’ henry almost betrays the reader himself, by taking the story on an unexpected journey. The protagonist Bob is awaiting an old friend while waiting he speaks to the Policeman; he is not concerned about conversing with the Policeman, even though he is a wanted criminal. “I came a thousand miles to stand in this door to-night, and it's worth it if my old partner turns up."(pg 1) Bob honored Jimmy and his friendship, by traveling miles just to be in the company of Jimmy. O. Henry depicted a feeling of camaraderie to the reader. “We agreed that night that we would meet here again exactly twenty years from that date and time, no matter what our conditions might be or from what distance we might have to come. (pg 1) Henry then paints a vivid picture of Bob, as a caring friend and a man of his word. Jimmy’s character is built by Bob’s descriptions “He was one of the truest, stanchest old chap in the world.” The reader then begins to anticipate the arrival of Bob’s friend.
O. Henry uses setting to foreshadow of trouble yet to come as “the wind had risen from its uncertain puffs into a steady blow. Few foot passengers astir in that quarter hurried dismally and silently along with coat collars turned high and pocketed hands.”(pg 2). “A tall man in a long overcoat, with collar turned up to his ears, hurried across from the opposite side of the street.” Henry holds the factor of suspense as he uses subtle details to continue to paint the picture of the mysterious Jimmy Wells. When Bob finally was reunited with Jimmy, a mood of tranquility was depicted as the two were united and “started up the street, arm in arm.” (pg 2). ‘When they came into this glare each of them turned simultaneously to gaze upon the other's face. The man from the West stopped suddenly and released his arm.
"You're not Jimmy Wells," he snapped. "Twenty years is a long time, but not long enough to change a man's nose from a Roman to a pug." (pg 2) a confused mood was introduced as the story began to take a turn for the worst. "You've been under arrest for ten minutes, 'Silky' Bob.” (pg 2) The reader then begins to develop a mix of emotions. Who did this? Why is he getting arrested? Where is Jimmy Wells? A note then delivered all the answers it stated “Bob: I was at the appointed place on time. When you struck the match to light your cigar I saw it was the face of the man wanted in Chicago. Somehow I couldn't do it myself, so I went around and got a plain clothes man to do the job. JIMMY.” (pg 2) The theme of betrayal then began to become more prominent and left the reader shocked. The sincere, big hearted Bob was a wanted criminal and his beloved Jimmy Wells was the one to conduct his arrest.
O’ Henry mastered the theme of betrayal through suspense and unlike many authors he left the theme to unravel itself as he himself misguided the reader, as he turned a pleasant story about to old acquaintances keeping a promise to one another, to a tale of deceit and betrayal.
Journal 4B
Silent screams, lonely thoughts, deep despair was what she felt as she seen him walk through the door with his black duffel bag and suitcase. His shirt was dishoveled and lipstick decorated the rim. As he turned around and looked at her one more time, she slammed the door and began to weep, she trusted himand he betrayed her, she loved him but that no longer mattered because she knew she deserved more, but he didn't. " I'd have to do it myself" she said while taking out a black shiny object out of a small shoesbox. But little did she know that he was standing behind her with the same goal in mind. They began to play tug of war, as the two fought for their life, the gun shot, fired and she dropped to the floor, he bent down and took the gun out her hand, realizing she was dead. His mouth dropped, his hands began to shake, and he took a few steps toward the door, the BB gun he got her for Christmas fell to the floor.
Journal 4A
The cries of roosters echoed through the neighborhood, alarm clocks began to ring in chorus. Lights began to flicker on, and groans were heard throughout the neighborhood. Isabella crept over to her new born baby brothers, while the voices argued.
“You see the book on the table Isabella, pick it up and hit him.” The first stated.
“Isabella, go back to bed sweetie right now!” the second one argued.
Young Isabella shook her head trying to make the voices stop at a tender age of five; she did not understand exactly what was happening to her. Isabella suffered from schizophrenia; her parents had no clue of her medical illness and blamed her weird behavior on her age. Kids her age always talked about their imaginary friends, they figured.
“Do it Isabella! Hit him! You’re a bad girl” the voice screamed.
Isabella could not resist the voice any longer; she crept over to the mahogany nightstand and grabbed the book labeled Nighttime stories, not big enough to drape the crib. Isabella shoved the book between the rims of the cradle, wakening up a sleeping Adam. Adam cried out and Isabella stood still, Ms. McCain ran in a fast as she could.
“Isabella what are you doing out of your bed? How did you get here.” She asked.
“I missed Adam mommy.” Isabella replied.
“How sweet hunny, but next time you want to see your brother you have t ask me to take you ok?”
“Alright mommy, Mrs. McCain walked her daughter back to room and tucked her into her twin sized bed, laying a kiss upon her forehead. She walked down the hallway, and climbed into her own bed greeted by Mr. McCain who was awake reading the newspaper.
“Honey, do you notices Isabella’s strange behavior?”
“Kind of, but she’s fives years old, she’s supposed to act a little strange. We all did honey.” He replied
“No, its just that when I came into Adam’s room, she was just standing there Phil, She did something, I know she did. Why would Adam cry randomily.”
“You’re over exaggerating Meg; Isabella’s fine, just get ready for work.” He replied.
Before Meg could continue to support her case the doorbell rang, it was Margarita the baby sitter; she was always early which the McCain’s were grateful for because it allowed them to both get dress for work without having to worry about Isabella and Adam.
“Margarita,” Mrs.Mccain whispered. Please keep your eye on Isabella she’s been acting weird lately.
“I will Senorita Margarita, you have a nice day at work,” she said copening the door so the McCain’s could leave without being late for work.
“Ay dios mio, thank god they left.” She muttered, while flopping down in the recliner chair and flicking the channels to her favorite novella Christina.
In her room Isabella, was awoken by the voices again. She reached for her favorite plush toy Benjamin.
“Put it down!” the voice demanded.
“No, it’s mine!” Isabella screamed.
“Put it down Isabella, or I’m going to make you get rid of it.”
“No please, please.” The little girl whimpered, her hands began to shake and tears rolled down her cheek. She reached for the only comfort she had which was Benjamin, little did she know it was her biggest mistake. Millions of ants began crawled up Isabella’s legs, biting her with each crawl. Isabella screamed at the top of her lungs and an angry Margarita marched in her room.
“Senorita estupida!” she yelled a phrase that was well to common to Isabella’s ears. Grabbing her by her shirt she pulled her into the kitchen where the red chair awaited for her. Isabella dreaded the chair, when Margarita was around it was way to familiar. Isabella began cry, she wanted her mother to come home so she could be in her arms, but the voices had other plans.
“Look at the stove Isabella, you see that tea kettle on the stove, its red and shiny?” the voice said
Isabella’s eyes darted to the stove, the flickering lights of the flame under called out to her. She knew mommy never allowed her to touch the stove, but it looked so inviting.
“Get the rag, Isabella its draped over the chair, now throw it in the fire.” the voice demanded.
Isabella threw the rag in the fire , and watched as the fire grew. Margarita pushed her way through the kitchen to Isabella, while Isabella watched what she had created, a smirk swept across her face.
Mission accomplished.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Journal 3A
“Katie, what are you doing?” Brent said to his wife of ten years.
“Im letting go of the past, she’s not come back Brent".
We will find her Katie, please lets not get into this conversation again, let’s just wait.” he pleaded. “
What am I supposed to do Brent? Wait for my new born baby just to appear back in my arms? Wait for her to come into our life again? Wait for the police to actually do their job? It’s been four months! , Four long god damn months, I’m tired of waiting, Brent I’m tired !”
Fighting back tears Katie continued arranging the shoes into a large brown box. Shoes with price tags, flowers, and tiny farm animals. Unable to see this anymore, Brent grabbed her arm,
“We did not agree to this Katie, everything was supposed to go but not these.”
“She wasn’t supposed to go either Brent but she did.” she whispered, collapsing onto the dusty floor of their garage.
Brent could no longer see his wife in pain and quickly grabbed her in his arms. “We’ll be alright, I promise, let’s go inside honey.”
“What about the garage sale? Katie whispered.
“We’ll deal with that another day.”
Shutting off the lights, and closing the garage door, the couple slowly went up the stairs.
Outside a small crumpled piece of paper danced lifelessly in the wind, thrown from side to side it finally collapsed upon a mailbox.
“For Sale: Baby shoes, Never worn.”
“Im letting go of the past, she’s not come back Brent".
We will find her Katie, please lets not get into this conversation again, let’s just wait.” he pleaded. “
What am I supposed to do Brent? Wait for my new born baby just to appear back in my arms? Wait for her to come into our life again? Wait for the police to actually do their job? It’s been four months! , Four long god damn months, I’m tired of waiting, Brent I’m tired !”
Fighting back tears Katie continued arranging the shoes into a large brown box. Shoes with price tags, flowers, and tiny farm animals. Unable to see this anymore, Brent grabbed her arm,
“We did not agree to this Katie, everything was supposed to go but not these.”
“She wasn’t supposed to go either Brent but she did.” she whispered, collapsing onto the dusty floor of their garage.
Brent could no longer see his wife in pain and quickly grabbed her in his arms. “We’ll be alright, I promise, let’s go inside honey.”
“What about the garage sale? Katie whispered.
“We’ll deal with that another day.”
Shutting off the lights, and closing the garage door, the couple slowly went up the stairs.
Outside a small crumpled piece of paper danced lifelessly in the wind, thrown from side to side it finally collapsed upon a mailbox.
“For Sale: Baby shoes, Never worn.”
Kayla Ross
College Essay
"The World is my stage"
“Five minutes left kids”, it was my very first time as an Italian boy in the 18th century, and my palms began to sweat as the scramble for shoes began. It was the survival of the fittest and you would pay the price if you didn’t meet the quota. Feet hustled by me, while I seemed to be the only thing standing still. That was my very first time getting dressed for a show at the Metropolitan Opera. It was a transition from the rusty swing sets I swung on, the sandbox I played in and the hopscotch games I was so accustomed to winning. I was now thrown into a world I was very unfamiliar with, but one that would shape everything I stand and desire for which is the theatre.
Singing and acting in the Children’s Choir of the Metropolitan Opera shaped my appreciation for the arts and inflamed my hidden passion for acting. Kayla Ross, the seven year old from the Bronx, the only African-American girl in the room, who was always teased because of her skin color, was transformed into a different character. The warmth of the stage lights, multiple eyes peering back at me, silent cues given from stage directors and the sweet melody of the opera singers, comforted me on a weekly basis. The stage accepted me and it had no judgment. It was my home.
The Metropolitan Opera not only was a great experience, but gave me a different outlook on the world. The world became my stage as I made the transition from being an outcast to standing out. I no longer sat in the shadow as I began to view the world as my stage. I began to speak my mind on a daily basis, becoming more socially involved with my peers and began to act how I pleased regardless of opposition. My new outlook was present in all aspects of my life, primarily in school. My classmates were the first to witness my transformation. When they pestered me, I now replied with “Is that the best you got?”, “Is that all?” They were stunned, and realized that in front of them no longer stood the Kayla Ross that they once knew, but a more confident and outspoken Kayla.
I continue to stay true to myself and I never allow my voice to quiver. I love putting smiles on people’s faces and believe I can obtain anything I want to, the world is my stage.
College Essay
"The World is my stage"
“Five minutes left kids”, it was my very first time as an Italian boy in the 18th century, and my palms began to sweat as the scramble for shoes began. It was the survival of the fittest and you would pay the price if you didn’t meet the quota. Feet hustled by me, while I seemed to be the only thing standing still. That was my very first time getting dressed for a show at the Metropolitan Opera. It was a transition from the rusty swing sets I swung on, the sandbox I played in and the hopscotch games I was so accustomed to winning. I was now thrown into a world I was very unfamiliar with, but one that would shape everything I stand and desire for which is the theatre.
Singing and acting in the Children’s Choir of the Metropolitan Opera shaped my appreciation for the arts and inflamed my hidden passion for acting. Kayla Ross, the seven year old from the Bronx, the only African-American girl in the room, who was always teased because of her skin color, was transformed into a different character. The warmth of the stage lights, multiple eyes peering back at me, silent cues given from stage directors and the sweet melody of the opera singers, comforted me on a weekly basis. The stage accepted me and it had no judgment. It was my home.
The Metropolitan Opera not only was a great experience, but gave me a different outlook on the world. The world became my stage as I made the transition from being an outcast to standing out. I no longer sat in the shadow as I began to view the world as my stage. I began to speak my mind on a daily basis, becoming more socially involved with my peers and began to act how I pleased regardless of opposition. My new outlook was present in all aspects of my life, primarily in school. My classmates were the first to witness my transformation. When they pestered me, I now replied with “Is that the best you got?”, “Is that all?” They were stunned, and realized that in front of them no longer stood the Kayla Ross that they once knew, but a more confident and outspoken Kayla.
I continue to stay true to myself and I never allow my voice to quiver. I love putting smiles on people’s faces and believe I can obtain anything I want to, the world is my stage.
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