the Yellow Wallpaper

I found the Yellow Wallpaper to be an extremely disturbing account of insanity. In the Yellow Wallpaper, the narrator seems relatively “sane” at the start of the story. She is lucid and even recognizes that she has a disease that she is working to cure. As a result, you relate to the narrator and trust her accounts of her surrounds and events. When she describes her room with the peeling wallpaper, bars on the windows, scrapes on the floor, rings on the walls, and the lone bolted down bed we believe her when she assumes it was once a nursery. We have no reason to doubt her. Yet, when we see her slowly descend into madness we realize that maybe she was mad all along – perhaps she has always been in that room. Perhaps it is an asylum and she has actually done all of the damage. This sudden twist was shocking to me as a reader and made me question everything I just read. It made the story much more disturbing and uncomfortable.

Araby

The theme in Araby is infatuation and faith in humanity only leads to disappointment. While faith in humanity does not always lead to disappointment, infatuation does, Not only is infatuation a theme in Araby, but in our society as well. 

While reading Araby, I realized that the boy, at his young age, had picked up on the skewed perception society has on love; it is not love, but infatuation that drives "relationships" forward. When looking at it from a third- party view, one can see how shallow it is to judge and love someone because of there looks, yet it happens repeatedly every day. 

A Worn Path

  I am old; the oldest person I know.  Even though it is a simple walk, it is long, and drains my energy.I walk through the forest, and some of the animals I fear, for I am afraid they will get in my way. The owls, foxes, beetles, jackrabbits, and raccoon will not stop me though; I have a task to complete and I cannot be stopped.
  I am old; the oldest person I know. The hill is my biggest challenge. Will I be able to make the hike? It is steep and long, but I move courageously at my sluggish pace. I go up, up up, until I reach the top. I look down the other side and see my next challenge: going down.
  I am old; the oldest person I know.  I need to rest, but struggle against slipping into a dream and forgetting my task. I see a boy, and he offers me cake, but what I long for is his company. I reach for the cake, but he has disappeared. I must move on.
  I am old; the oldest person I know. A dog smashes into me and I fall. Because I am old, I can't get up. I wait, wait and wait, praying that someone will come along and help me. A hunter, a white man, comes. He helps me up and begins mocking me. But I am not afraid or ashamed, even when he points a gun at me, for I have a task to complete, and I cannot be stopped. I go on my way, and move towards the town, dragging my body, willing myself to push on.
  I am old; the oldest person I know. I go into town. My feet remember the way to go, even though my mind does not. I enter the clinic, but momentarily forget why I am there. The receptionist gets angry, and begins yelling. My old mind finally remembers, for the person I am completing the task for is the most important in the world to me. I get the medicine from the clinic and a nickle from the receptionist, and along with the nickle I stole from the hunter, I plan to buy him a pinwheel. "He" is my grandson.
  I am old; the oldest person I know. I have completed my task. I have retrieved the medicine for my grandson. He swallowed lye, and suffers. This is why I cannot stop, as he needs the medicine to heal.
  I am the old; the oldest person I know. Although I don't know it, I am strong: mentally, physically, and morally. This journey proves it. My attitude and perspective on the world makes me happy, even though I struggle.
  I am old; the oldest person I know, but when I have a task to complete, I cannot be stopped.

 

The Search for Home

     Click your heels three times and say, " There's no place like home. There's no place like home....". If only it were that easy.

    In Cold Mountain, Inman's journey is to his home, Cold Mountain. Throughout the book, he faces many trials to get there, including his internal struggle of misidentification with the world because of the war, and external struggles such as the home guard keeping him prisoner . Inman meets many different people in the book, who allow him into their deepest struggles. It is through their stories that Inman recognizes his  longing is not for the physical home, but the solace of Ada's company. 

    

     There comes a point in one's life where they are forced to find home. To some, home may be the place where they were raised, a place where they will start a future, or even in a person they love. I believe that the author shows that the best place to find a home is in the heart of those you love. Throughout the book, physical objects are destroyed from the war: landscapes, homes, property, ect. But the things that are not destroyed are not concrete. Emotions, for example, play such a large role in the book because they guide the characters and determine their actions. The emotion love, is what finally leads Inman back to Ada.

 As a young adult getting ready to go off on my own in the world, I relate with this theme of the search for home. My home will shift from the place I grew up, to college dorms, apartments, and then who knows where. Physical homes will fade, change, and even destroyed, but my home can be in my family and friends.

 " Home is where love resides, memories are created, friends and family always belong, and laughter never ends."