As I Lay Dying

will ever know exactly what I learned, just as I will never know exactly what others have felt when faced with a similar situation. I can say, however, that running away led me to a realization that I may not have come to until I was already…

When I was in the 6th grade I started to learn that there are different ways of living around the world. I started learning that people participate in religions that are different than the one I participate in. They eat different foods and work different kinds jobs based on the climate and regions they are living in. I think that this is where I was introduced to my love for travel and cultures around the world. When reading through the New York Times, I am drawn to stories about Global…

“ And then to have a wretched puling fool, A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love, I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.' But, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you: Graze where you will you shall not house with me: Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest. Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise: And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets. For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Nor what is mine shall…

man and his wife both love their son but they both end up dying. Unlike the man, the woman explicitly recognises the world for what it is –a world in a limbo, a world that lingers between the past and the future. The pre-apocalyptic world is lost and the new world is yet to emerge. Moreover, the boy, like his mother, recognises the kindness that death brings as opposed to the hardships of living in their dystopian world when he says “I wish I was with my mom” (55). The man`s notion of the world,…

mom’s dad and mother smoked heavily, and she was just 9 years old her mother died of lung cancer. Things only got worse from there, her dad smoked more than ever, and went into a dark place after his wife 's death. He often missed days of work just to lay in bed all day. After sometime he was fired from his job, and they were forced to move. This cycle continued for an extensive amount of time, and by the time my mom was 18 she had attended 4 different high schools. Her dad drifted deeper into…

In Woolf’s piece, Septimus Smith is a World War I veteran who suffers from obvious trauma in the form of shellshock. He lives with the aftermath of the war and eventually sees hallucinations of his dead war friend, Evans. A less obvious character in the novel, who lives with his own version of trauma is Peter Walsh; Peter got rejected by Clarissa and lives with…

just outside the kitchen door.” The bleeding tree is where the Ibis was found in the story, but what happened to it? Later in the beginning Brother remarks “But sometimes (like right now), as I sit in the cool, green-draped parlor, the grindstone begins to turn, and time with all its changes is ground away – and I remember Doodle.” This shows us how the grindstone isn’t a physical item, just a way Brother is reminded of Doodle. This suggests that Brother thinks of his mind and him remembering…

when he says, “through the mud and slush of opinion”, “through Paris and London”, “through New York and Boston and Concord”, “through church and state”, and “ through poetry and philosophy and religion”. The repetition of “through” and “and” serves to lay emphasis on how one must reject the superficial needs of society and alternatively, search for truth in nature. The metaphor of the “mud and slush of opinion” and the “allusion” of “delusion and appearance” further compares nature to problems…

but maybe there whole family or even more people you might not even beware of so befor you say anything to that new mom, and young teenagr in the store, ask your self is this the rede you want to give because one day you might just be remembered for i, and who knows someone might have to write a paper about what you said and what it means. "Rede is an archaic word meaning, among other things, "counsel" and "advice". It is cognate with Dutch "Rede" and German Rat/raten.…

efficiently hide when I was four. I had to watch as my grandmother became sicker by the day. Dialysis is a pain I would not wish on my greatest enemy. It did not only drain her blood, but her spirits as well. There is no greater pain than seeing a woman so strong begin to wither away. As time went on you didn’t see the lack of life in her pruning face, but in her words. She began to talk as if she was on her deathbed that last time I visited. She barely ate and the only solace I found was…