Some do not even speak the language. I don’t really follow or agree with the stereotypes people give in this country I just think is plain stupid, plus (and this is maybe a Cultural thing) my mom always taught me to Never Ever categorized or Judge anyone by the way they
When Katie comes to Southport she does not want to interact with anyone after suffering through long years of marriage with Kevin. Alex was able to relate to her feeling of wanting to be alone, as he tells her that ‘“You want to prove you can make it on your own right?...’ ‘After my wife died I was the same way”’ (71). After Katie saw that Alex had gone through a rough past, similar to her she was able to talk about Kevin with him. Alex explains how after Carly passed, “For a long time….Even if I did want something I wouldn’t have known how to ask, but most of the time I didn’t even know what I wanted’”(71). Both characters had become isolated from society, and really did not know that they needed people to support them, until someone else put in the effort to connect with them.
I chose to write about this poem because of its refreshing change of pace. The speaker is so excited about getting out of bed and starting the morning that it made me smile at my own past, reminiscing on the days when I had no responsibilities but to enjoy my morning jo and to “catch up “ with friends, the order of my home and projects that brought me peace. Though when I read this poem, it was the middle of the night and I was overwhelmed with responsibilities, the tone brought me immediately to an emotion of happiness – as if I were there instead. “But mostly buzzing around the house on espresso” (line 12) made me laugh because my happy mornings always have a wonderfully flavored coffee (not small) to get the day started right. “Dictionary and atlas on the rug, the typewriter waiting for the key of the head” (line 13-14) gave me a sense of limitless possibilities waiting for me in each day.
Bobinôt and Bibi were not used to this treatment, after all Bibi had come back dirty. However, neither her husband nor son suspected anything, so, instead, they “began to relax and enjoy themselves” (Chopin, “The Storm” 416). Moreover, at the dinner table, “when the three seated themselves…they laughed much and so loud that anyone might have heard them as far away as Laballière's” (Chopin, “The Storm” 416). As for Alcee, he wrote his wife a love letter of “tender solicitude,” even encouraging her to take a longer vacation (Chopin, “The Storm” 416). Therefore, in the end, the affair helped their marriages, as opposed to damaging them.
I never had a father figure and being a young boy at the reservation I really needed his advice. I needed his guidance and protection. Oh, man I wish I could have had him in my life. As far as my mother, that also brings pain and sorrow to my heart. She died while giving birth to me.
I did not mean to eat the men that were assaulting me. However, I was just trying to defend myself so that I may no longer see or feel the sharp objects. I did not know any other way to react to this, for this hostility was new to me. After a while, no one else came so I decided to head home and inform my mother of what had happened. As I recalled my journey to Herot, my mother told me that the reason these humans showed hostility towards me is because humans and monsters were not meant to be friends.
For example, I felt incarcerated when I was married. All my husband desire was for me to go to work and return home , he also would consider to create a nuclear family but when it comes to his family he has forgotten the meaning of that one. I think he already had a plan for me in terms of my occupations at home which were to clean the house, cook every day, iron his clothing for work ect….I felt worse than a slave . I felt like his servant not his wife. The lack of freedom as well as the inability to make my own decision since that was his rule is a common aspect founded in the other writings.
The next choice was closed adoption. I would not be able to be a part of my son’s life. The adoption agency would choose the family and after birth I would not know anything more. I would always wonder what my son was doing, what does he look like, and is he okay? I did not want my son to think that I just gave him away because I did not love him or want him.
It makes him seem vulnerable and less secure without his parents. This is tragic, because not only has his parents died, but he’s never met them. The only way that he could imagine whom his parents were was through the tombstones. This is shown when he says, ‘My first fancies regarding what they were like, were unreasonably derived from their tombstones.’ This makes us feel sympathetic towards Pip because he feels stupid as he mentions that it is ‘unreasonably derived’ and it’s the only way he can reach his parents. He then desperately imagines the image of his father from the shaped letters of which are engraved upon his tombstone.
SHARING Some of my childhood memories are gone, but what I do remember makes me glad I don’t remember all of it... At six years of age a child’s voice doesn’t really hold any merit when it comes to where they should or want to be in such an unforgiving world. I knew my mum wanted me there but a world that only pays attention to money won’t stop to pay attention to the whims of an insignificant life. When my mother’s financial problems began I went to live with my father, and his wife. From the beginning it was clear that I was going to receive no affection from the trog. My father was often gone on business trips, leaving me alone to defend against the abusive cow who took her angers – for not having custody of her own children