We Are Admirable

  Author's Note: This is my essay on Hester Prynne from The Scarlet Letter. Spoiler Alert: In this essay I mention who the "baby-daddy" is!      

      Imagine that you live in a Puritan Society, waiting for your husband to return, yet you remain young and beautiful. You have always been a good citizen, followed the rules set by God. And your reverend. You live a perfect Puritan life. Then, you commit a sin, you fall short of the expectations set for you to live by. Now you, and your child, are outcasts: underneath the shadow of your fellow adulterer, Reverend Dimmesdale.  He begs, and begs, for you to admit it was he, who had helped her commit this sin, but you refuse.  This is your punishment, and although the circumstances prove otherwise, you are an admirable person.

Imagine you are Hester Prynne, in Nathaniel Hawthorne's, The Scarlet Letter.

           Hester Prynne is an admirable woman. She is generous. She is bold. And most importantly she is a good single-mother. Hester is been all of these things, even seven years after the first time she wore the scarlet 'A' publically. Although, she is ridiculed constantly, she chose to stay near the town she had known for so long, but on the out-skirts of coarse. It was familiar to her, one of the only things left near her that couldn’t "ruin" her life.

           And because she had struggled in society herself, Hester sewed clothes for the poor. Being a fantastic seamstress, it was truly an act of kindness, especially sense she didn’t charge them. This was an act to repay her sins, with God and herself. It made her feel Godly. And like a good person again, until she remembered she bore a scarlet letter upon her breast.  The 'A' would never truly leave her. But the acts of citizenship masked the pain, the letter pressed. It lightened the load. It made her happy. It made her proud.

          Although Hester is proud of her donations, she isn't proud of the scarlet embroidery she must wear. Yet she continues to be bold, taking the ridicule, and speaking up when appropriate. As she walked from the prison door, she surely knew of what the gossips had said. Their stares burned into her cheeks, showing her embarrassment. Although, she walked quietly by them, not starting a dispute of any kind. On the other hand, when Governor Bellingham threaten to take Pearl, Hester's daughter, into the custody of another, Hester spoke of what the letter, and its shame, will teach her daughter and ends up keeping Pearl in her custody.

           Her fight for  Pearl proves that she is a strong single-mother. And that she allows Pearl to express her own opinion, whether out of fear or respect. Although, Hester had began to believe Pearl was of the Black Man (what Satan was referred to in the 17th century), she didn’t let that possibility change the affection she had for Pearl. Yet Pearl could be a pain. She always decorated the scarlet letter, and even kissed it at times. Even though, Hester repeatedly mentioned it was bad. Pearl wanted to know why, and like any child she wanted her way. But Hester knew better than to give her wildly-spoken child all of the information.

Go back to imagining you are Hester Prynne. An outcast. An adulteress. A generous yet bold woman. A strong mother. A role model. There is no need to imagine anymore. We are all Hester. We sin. We give. And we are admirable.

Roots

Authors Note- This is a "mini-essay" about technology in the United States, and how much we crave it. This also includes some references to Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury- a genius author. Enjoy :)

Values in our country continue to worse, day by day, and year by year. New technology is the thing we most desire, we work for it. It buries itself deeper into our lives. Forming roots  deeper, needing more products to remain satisfied. Why do we work so hard, only to become weakened by our desperation? We are no longer focused on what used to be important? Books. Plays. Articles. Learning from life experiences.  Why have we gone so down hill? Why is technology so deeply rooted into our lives?

January 24, 1984: the date the Macintosh was released by Apple. This was the seed of our obsession. The thing that caused the roots to start to grow. This piece of technology replaced our writing notebooks, pencils, and pens. It made life easier, and inspired an era of new technology. If the Macintosh was not created- Apple would cease to exist, along with Dell.  Without these companies the U.S. would continue to research in books. Read them. Have more intelligent conversations. Things that are very difficult to do, when there are so many roots constricting you.

In Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451, which takes place in a futuristic United States, technology continues to be rooted in to everyday life. However,  the strength of the roots has overtaken human intelligence, brainwashing them into thinking books are evil. Televisions are more craved than before as well. Each household aspires to have four walls of TVs. Without these symbols, they are considered poor- outdated. They neglect the books they once knew, as the roots continue take money putting it towards selfish and foolish goals.

Ray Bradbury predicted what is to come, and what has become. This book was published in 1953-- 31 years before the Macintosh planted itself into our lives. He saw the 1925 version of television. He saw it would become a problem. He knew roots must be weakened. He did not want the United States to become too reliant.

 Unfortunately, we now are reliant on televisions. Computers. iPods. Everything that is not important. Everything that Fahrenheit 451 predicted. If we do not learn from his, accurate descriptions of what is to come- the roots will be stronger, making it ever so difficult to break free. We are deeply rooted in to technology, and it will only worsen over time. 

Pieces

A newly constructed house shines tall and proud, as its shadow covers its old, broken pieces. Pieces of all shapes and colors hide in the dark, fearing one would find them.  Then comes the light. It shines bright, and begins to see the ruins. Yet they still are not visible, causing them to be forgotten. The owner, has not forgotten though. The failures. The discouragement. The losses. The pieces are still there.

It had been a year since my father had died, and left me with my druggy of a mother.  He was the one who protected me. He was the one I told everything. He was the one who helped me through school. And he was dead. And no one knew why. The police had their suspicions: heart attack, brain dead, suicide. But nothing added up. After a while they were only left with one scenario -- murder. 

My mother had murdered my father. I was all alone. And this was the first piece of me to fall.

Naturally I was put into the care of my grandma. She lived in the hills of Orange County, a place which was all too expensive for my taste at the time. But it was better than nothing, or at least I thought. I ended up staying almost two years in OC, finishing my high school education . And every day I received more critics, but even more discouragement towards my aspiring writing career, and everything I did. I wasn't talented enough. I wasn’t dressed right.

I cut myself for the first time that year. And with every slit, another piece of myself fell.

After I graduated Fullteron Union High School, along with "esteemed classmates", I had a choice to make. College? Or begin working immediately? I wanted my writing career. I wanted it with a deep passion. So I applied to Hamilton, in New York. That was the school I had dreamt of going to, ever since I saw my dad's diploma. After weeks of waiting for a letter back, I received mine. My application had been rejected.

I was a failure. My father was great enough. I crushed my laptop, which contained all my writing. Another piece fell.

And another piece.

And another.

And another.

Thank You, Founding Fathers

"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise of thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press;  or the right of the people to peacefully assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances."

The first amendment, in the Constitution, greatly affected the history and future of the United States. It's allowed amazing speeches, theories, opinions, and petitions to have been made. Without these events, our country would not be progressing, therefore, we thank our founding fathers for their gift of rights which we have received.

"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise of thereof;". This statement gives us the gift of believing what we wish. This portion of the first amendment allowed George Smoot and John Mather to prove the Big Bang Theory. If this right were not in place, the scientific field would still remain oblivious.

"Or abridging the freedom of speech, of the press;".  We have the ability to say what we want. Whether it's broadcasting your voice to the population of America, or delivering a speech which helped drive unequal rights into the ground. Either way, this amendment let Martin Luther King Jr., to give his famous "I have a Dream Speech" to the public. Without this America, would still be oblivious to how they treated others, leaving the African American still an outcast.

"Or the right to peacefully assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances." .  We have the right to disagree with the government, and society. Thankfully, women's rights groups were able to petition the government, and earn the right to vote. Without this right this, I would never have the chance to vote.

What can you thank our founding fathers for? For the first amendment, or maybe their intelligence? Whatever it may be, everything they have done has greatly affected the United States. Therefore, the founding fathers, have affected not only the famous speakers and our country, but you as well.

It All Results in Death

Author's Note- This is my cause/effect piece, to be scored on the reading rubric. I tried to compare (or bring in) another book, to get a more advanced score. In this short description, I talk about My Sister's Keeper, by Jodi Picoult and The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle, by Avi.

 Kate Fitzgerald was diagnosed with Leukemia at a very young age. And to make everything worse, Kate had such a rare blood marrow type, the chance of survival was even slimmer. But Sara and Brian, her parents made a very difficult choice, which would greatly effect their family. They had a child, with specially designed genes, to be Kate's donor. Ana is that child, and the middle kid of the Fitzgerald family. When she discovers this, she is outraged. And she decides to sue her parents. The lawsuit filed, is the climax of the story.  At this point in the plot, tensions build and nothing will ever be the same again in the Fitzgerald family.  Because when arguments become more intense, and emotions rise, people begin to be torn apart.

Brian and Sara begin to argue, even more so then before, due to the new fear of losing Kate. Even though, they love Anna, at first they both cannot see her point of view, which causes Anna to feel like an outcast. And when all the focus shifts to the lawsuit Jessie, the older brother, begins to act out, trying to get attention. His actions and words, along with Anna's lawsuit uncover a dreadful secret of Kate's: she wants to die, and she is fed up with all the medical treatments.

A book with a similar cause/effect is The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle. Although this book does not have anything to do with genetically formed babies, it faces the same effects as in My Sister's Keeper, since Charlotte has to deal with lawsuits caused by someone wanting to die. To sum it up, Charlotte is accused of murder. The crew forms against her, similar to Anna versus her parents, and it results in terrible lose.

And what does all of this lead too? Death.

A Cliché?

Author's Note- This is my conflict/resolution piece, to be scored on the reading rubric. Please comment if the conflict is clear!

Massie Block: alpha of The Pretty Committee, polished, rich, and absolutely flawless. Claire: the new girl from Orlando, childish, bangs galore, and living on The Block Estate. Claire constantly wants to fit in with The Pretty Committee, a clique, yet she wishes she could have normal friends, such as Layne. When she makes choices about who she's involved with Claire causes a lot of conflict. But the main conflict in this book is person vs. person.

The person vs. person conflict is between Massie and Claire, and is continuous through out the whole book. Although,  all of the conflict starts because Massie is fighting with her parents, about Claire living with them in the first place. But why would she hate someone she doesn’t know? . Couldn’t she make friends with them? Apparently this thought never occurred to her, because from the minute she met Claire, she was a jerk. Whether she pretended to forget her in the car, giving her false directions, or painting red splotches on her pants.

You'd think in the end of the this cliché, mean girls, novel there'd be a clear resolution. Unfortunately there's not. At the end of the novel, Claire and Massie are left in a mutual zone (in between friends and enemies). The paint splotches- never again brought up. The false IMS were forgotten as well. SO I guess in a way there is a happy, forgiving ending yet in the sequel the battle picks up, once again.

The Beast

This is my narrative/memoir piece. I really tried to focus on word choice! Please comment what you think!

 The tall, untamed beast seemed to have lured my friends into it's trap, and I had followed them. I was standing in the hopefully  never ending line, while horrific thoughts came to my mind. What if I fall out? Is the steep drop safe? At the time I didn’t know how much safety precautions went into roller coasters.

"What if the cart suddenly stops? The bar holding me in wont offer much support! I'll lean right over the edge and--"   

"Calm down Sarah!" said Tori. She waved her hand dismissively at my comments. "Raging Bull is one of the best rides here, especially if you sit in the front row. Or at least that's what everyone says. I've never ridden up front before..."

Tori was my best friend and still is.  Although, I began examining our friendship over the fateful hour in line. And found she always pressured me into situations that caused me to feel  extremely uncomfortable. But I know realize, I would still be so afraid of the inevitable future, without Tori and her somewhat mental ideas.

"Wanna ride with me and Christina?" I remember thinking: Great no backing out now, as Reynna offered me an invitation to my funeral.

The conversations between my friends and I  had seemed so imperative in the moment, at least to me. Why was I so afraid, as if I had just seen a ghost? Yet everyone around me was excited?

Tori tapped me on the shoulder, interrupting the train of thoughts that were circling my brain.

"Is that Alex Wahlgreen?"

This remark sparked conversation among the whole group. I was thankful for a change of subject.

As we emerged to the top of the line, Alex passed below us. He was smiling because he had enjoyed the ride, or maybe he had caught sight of Tori. I couldn’t tell.

Tori, Chloe and Morgan were the first pieces of life the beast took away. Just as my had begun to stop shaking, shrieks filled the whole ride.  Then the next acrt returned for Christina, Reynna, and I.

We stepped into the cart, very cautiously due to the height of the track.

As we began to higher, and higher my anticipation rose as well. Although the worst part of the journey on the beast was when we got to the very top, and I could see the downfall leading to my immediate death.  I closed my eyes. We began to flirt with the edge of the hill. And as we began to head down, my stomach dropped.st.