"I have locked the door and thrown away the key..." (The Yellow Wall Paper)
The woman has literally thrown the key out of the attic room. She has locked the room and disposed of the key. The room has taken her in and consumed her.
However, the woman has locked the door to her mind and thrown away the only way to get in. All throughout the short story, she continuously loses her mind further. The door represents the woman's small ounce of sanity still left in her. The key is her wish to succumb to her overworking and delusional mind. She chooses to lock her door and become part of the cracked and dead yellow wall paper.
When she throws the key into oblivion, the woman goes with it; into a deserted land of nothingness. She travels to the land of her own whims. And no one can get back in.
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Sunday, September 21, 2014
An Extremely Scary Sojourn
As I stumble through the fog surrounding Skyview Academy, I search for the doorway that seems to be invisible.
Ouch! A wall appears out of no where and knocks me to my feet. Jolting my vision, I catch sight of the glass double doors leading into the school. I scramble to my feet and leap for the cold, hard handle hoping to escape the oppressing gloom of the outside. I dread another day of class.
As soon as I store my incredibly envied neon backpack in my locker I launch toward my classroom wondering what is in store.
I open the door and expect to see the classroom in its normal form but to my horror everyone of my classmates is gathered around a steaming pot filled with gooey, green slime. Even Mrs. Smith has joined in on the astonishing scene before my eyes. I glance at Connor, the one who never bothers to show up to class, as he chants "the time has come the song is over." I catch eyes with Daniel, with whom I match everyday (or coordinate), as he replies "thought I had more to say." I am absolutely terrified at this point and look to Carly, who usually is there to comfort me with a joke and steal my salami, but instead she holds a newt over the cauldron looking to pouty Reese for the signal to drop it. During all this, Jill and Seide frantically hop around the pot flailing their arms every which way. Jeremiah sits in his usual corner reading "Young Goodman Brown." Mikaela, who always has a headband stuck in her hair, draws on the board with red marker, GOOD MORNING LEXI... YOU'RE LATE.
It is terrifying.
I awake from my deep sleep feeling nauseous and overwhelmed. I notice a blurry figure before me. Soon, I focus my vision on the towering Mrs. Smith. I quickly raise my head, embarrassed. I glance around the room and strangely everything is how it should be. Carly tells Connor to "shut up" for the 30 millionth time that day. Reese texts and cries. Seide does homework for other classes. Jillian actually is doing the work assigned to her. Mikaela doodles on her page and speaks in Spanish and Arabic at the same time. Daniel talks in rhymes that no one understands. Connor brushes his hair out of his face just like Edward from Twilight. Mrs. Smith says "Lexi, you've been sleeping there for five minutes. Are you ok? Did you sleep well last night?" I smile groggily back and say "Everything's fine. I'm fine. Just fine." Mrs. Smith responds with a sweet smile. As Mrs. Smith slowly turns to return to her desk, I notice a sinister glint in my teacher's eye. Her mouth slowly curves into a mocking grin which every student imitates. Leaving me shaking where I sit.
Ouch! A wall appears out of no where and knocks me to my feet. Jolting my vision, I catch sight of the glass double doors leading into the school. I scramble to my feet and leap for the cold, hard handle hoping to escape the oppressing gloom of the outside. I dread another day of class.
As soon as I store my incredibly envied neon backpack in my locker I launch toward my classroom wondering what is in store.
I open the door and expect to see the classroom in its normal form but to my horror everyone of my classmates is gathered around a steaming pot filled with gooey, green slime. Even Mrs. Smith has joined in on the astonishing scene before my eyes. I glance at Connor, the one who never bothers to show up to class, as he chants "the time has come the song is over." I catch eyes with Daniel, with whom I match everyday (or coordinate), as he replies "thought I had more to say." I am absolutely terrified at this point and look to Carly, who usually is there to comfort me with a joke and steal my salami, but instead she holds a newt over the cauldron looking to pouty Reese for the signal to drop it. During all this, Jill and Seide frantically hop around the pot flailing their arms every which way. Jeremiah sits in his usual corner reading "Young Goodman Brown." Mikaela, who always has a headband stuck in her hair, draws on the board with red marker, GOOD MORNING LEXI... YOU'RE LATE.
It is terrifying.
I awake from my deep sleep feeling nauseous and overwhelmed. I notice a blurry figure before me. Soon, I focus my vision on the towering Mrs. Smith. I quickly raise my head, embarrassed. I glance around the room and strangely everything is how it should be. Carly tells Connor to "shut up" for the 30 millionth time that day. Reese texts and cries. Seide does homework for other classes. Jillian actually is doing the work assigned to her. Mikaela doodles on her page and speaks in Spanish and Arabic at the same time. Daniel talks in rhymes that no one understands. Connor brushes his hair out of his face just like Edward from Twilight. Mrs. Smith says "Lexi, you've been sleeping there for five minutes. Are you ok? Did you sleep well last night?" I smile groggily back and say "Everything's fine. I'm fine. Just fine." Mrs. Smith responds with a sweet smile. As Mrs. Smith slowly turns to return to her desk, I notice a sinister glint in my teacher's eye. Her mouth slowly curves into a mocking grin which every student imitates. Leaving me shaking where I sit.
Saturday, September 13, 2014
ULTIMATE LOVE
Phoenix travels long and hard. She gets caught in thorns and crosses over bridges that almost take her life. She dances with death (the scarecrow). Even though she gets to where she wants to go, she is still seen as useless and a nuisance. Phoenix goes through great lengths to obtain the medicine that will allow her grandson to live a life.
"A Worn Path" displays how the world treats the elderly and love itself. The man, that Phoenix meets on the road, explains he has no money to give to Phoenix yet a coin has just dropped out of his pocket. The old woman was not worthy of the money. After all she is just a "granny" keeled over in a ditch. The man with the gun just sees a foolish woman traveling a tattered path. So much of the world views the older generations as stuck in their own ways or old fashioned. Even though Phoenix walks the same road over and over again she does it for a purpose. It's the only way she knows. When Phoenix finally reaches the hospital she is given a coin out of charity. The nurses don't understand why she would walk this whole way in her condition. Phoenix understands the true meaning of love. In today's culture, love is too easy, too simple. After a few months of a relationship, "I love you" comes out. Phoenix understands the true love of sacrifice and struggle. She travels until her fragile body cannot go any further. Love isn't easy, it is a worn and hardened path. The ultimate love has no limits.
"A Worn Path" displays how the world treats the elderly and love itself. The man, that Phoenix meets on the road, explains he has no money to give to Phoenix yet a coin has just dropped out of his pocket. The old woman was not worthy of the money. After all she is just a "granny" keeled over in a ditch. The man with the gun just sees a foolish woman traveling a tattered path. So much of the world views the older generations as stuck in their own ways or old fashioned. Even though Phoenix walks the same road over and over again she does it for a purpose. It's the only way she knows. When Phoenix finally reaches the hospital she is given a coin out of charity. The nurses don't understand why she would walk this whole way in her condition. Phoenix understands the true meaning of love. In today's culture, love is too easy, too simple. After a few months of a relationship, "I love you" comes out. Phoenix understands the true love of sacrifice and struggle. She travels until her fragile body cannot go any further. Love isn't easy, it is a worn and hardened path. The ultimate love has no limits.
Sunday, September 7, 2014
I Am Araby.
I wait for the rich to enter my bowels and meander through. I display my assets and greatest jewels hoping that they will catch a wanderer's eye. It is too crowded inside me and I burst here and there. The constant flirting of the salesman destroy me little by little. I am an ancient way of life, a part of people's history. All I want is to sell the items that make up my heritage.
As the small boy, with big eyes, enters into my long corridors, he is too late. I have grown dark. I feel tired and empty. Too many have come before the boy and I have nothing left to give. He seems lost or broken. I didn't satisfy him. But then again, I never satisfy anyone, I'm just a market, just Araby.
As the small boy, with big eyes, enters into my long corridors, he is too late. I have grown dark. I feel tired and empty. Too many have come before the boy and I have nothing left to give. He seems lost or broken. I didn't satisfy him. But then again, I never satisfy anyone, I'm just a market, just Araby.
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