Evernote Feedback

Evernote provided us with a new, useful way to take notes in class.  The best part about Evernote is that it was mobile.  I could access my notes on the iPad, on the computer, or on my phone, depending where I was.  Evernote is extremely easy to use, and I used it continually in class.  Another thing that I like about Evernote is that I can be sure that I will never lose my notes.  A notebook can be lost, but on Evernote, I can access my notes even if I lose the device I originally wrote it on.  I also like the fact that it saves paper.  I don't have to worry about wasted paper in a notebook, but I can just type it up and save it, then access my notes from home. Typing up notes in class was much more efficient than writing as well.  Evernote is generally a useful note-taking device, especially in a school setting.

I didn't encounter any long-term problems using Evernote.  One of the only difficulties I had was it saved my username and password, so the other students who were using the iPad could have accessed my notes.  However, I think it was only because it was a shared device.  It was only like that for a few days, and then it allowed me to fully log out.  Another small issue that I faced while using Evernote was that if the internet was down, I wouldn't be able to view my notes.  That could cause a problem if I didn't have my notes saved anywhere else and I wasn't able to get onto the computer to complete an assignment. My experience using Evernote was positive aside from those issues.  Those were the only limitations I found while I was using it.

Evernote is already a very useful tool.  As a student, it is very helpful to be able to save my notes through the internet. My only suggestion is that notes that were previously written should be accessible without an internet connection.  I think that on devices that have the Evernote application should be able to pull up previous notes and type new notes without going onto the internet.  Then, once an internet connection is found, those notes that were typed can be sent to the other devices.  That would be useful in situations where there is not WiFi, so we can utilize our notes in that way.  Overall, using Evernote has been extremely useful and helpful this year.  I will continue to use it for personal notes or class notes when I need it.

iPad Use in the Classroom

The iPads were definitely a benefit to have in the classroom. It was a different learning experience, giving us the ability to follow along in class discussions and take notes in a new way. The iPad provided easy access to information right at our fingertips. We could search vocabulary words for the Word of the Day right away. Another Benefit of the iPad is the paperless work.  Using the iPad allowed me to type up papers and assignments in class that I normally would use a notebook to write. It was nice to be able to save papers and assignments on Dropbox so I could pull up them at home or on my phone.  Overall, the iPads provided a new, beneficial way to interact and learn in class.

There were a few drawbacks relating to the iPads. The main problem was our inability to bring the iPads home after school. I would have work saved on the iPad that I would forget to send to myself. There also were applications that I would use in class that would have been beneficial if I could use them at home as well as school. I think we didn't use the iPads as much as we could have in the class. However, I think that will improve over the years as adaptions are made to fit it into the classroom. These are the only drawbacks I found in the use of the iPad. However, the drawbacks don't outweigh the benefits.

I think that a 1:1 iPad situation would ultimately be beneficial in our high school. They could eventually replace textbooks, ultimately saving a huge amount of paper.  Eventually over time, it could probably save the schools money as well, due to the textbook updates that could be downloaded rather than purchasing new sets of expensive textbooks.  I think that the iPads would be beneficial 1:1 because then the students could have their notes and assignments everywhere with them.  We would be able to work on them wherever we are.  That may increase the amount of students that do their homework because they can fit in time to work on their homework even when they aren't at home.  As technology progresses, there might also be new ways for students to take lessons with them.  They might be able to watch a lesson over again if they don't remember how to do it. Overall, I think that giving each student an iPad would be an overall beneficial decision for the school system.

Gothic Story

The porch of the house sagged against the weight of rain and fallen leaves, its support beams rotting and twisted. Rusty nails just barely stitched the dilapidated porch to the building.  A crooked hand-painted sign read "Bed and Breakfast".  Looking to be in much better shape, the handsome brick building itself towered against the scenery.  A large window faced the frothy sea, with a rusted lantern hung just outside, swaying slightly despite the lack of a breeze.  Kathryn stepped out of her car, and her heels crunched on the gravel as she made her way to the door.  The rotted wood under her feet groaned in protest as she ascended the steps.  Clutching her purse at her side, Kathryn knocked timidly on the faded green door.  Almost instantly, the door swung open and an elderly woman introduced herself as Edith.  

Edith held a soup ladle and a faded washcloth in her hand.  Despite the warm weather, she wore a heavy knit sweater and a long gray skirt.  Her eyes looked tired, but she stood tall and smiled eagerly.  She pulled Kathryn through the door and took her to tour the house.  

They entered through the kitchen, which was dimly lit, with outdated appliances lining the walls.  The soup Edith was cooking smelled much like the salty sea air, but with hints of spices.  Edith led Kathryn to the dining room, which was elaborate, yet antique.  Shelves lined the walls, filled with fragile porcelain tea sets.  A thin layer of dust covered the higher shelves, and Kathryn assumed Edith was either too short or frail to reach them.  A steep staircase led to the second floor, where Edith's bedroom was located, and then they climbed slowly to the third, the fourth, and finally, fifth floor.  Gasping in the stifling heat, Kathryn watched Edith in awe as she bustled around.  Swinging open the door, Edith announced that it was to be Kathryn's room during her stay.  Kathryn nodded and looked around.  A large, ornate bed was pushed into the corner.  The carved oak bedposts supported a black bed curtain that would surround the bed if pulled taut.  On top of the pillow was an old doll.  Its hair was missing in patches, and the fabric was worn out and colorless.  Kathryn turned away when she caught Edith looking at it adoringly.  What caught Kathryn’s attention most of all, though, was the window.  It faced out toward the water.  The leaded glass panes were framed with beautifully carved wood that curved up towards the center.  Sitting in front of it, was a handsome, matching oak desk.  An ancient typewriter sat on the corner, with a stack of blank paper and pens.  Kathryn walked over and set her purse on the desk.  She turned to thank Edith for the beautiful view, but Edith had slipped out silently while her back was turned. 

Kathryn joined Edith for dinner once her belongings had been unloaded from the car and transferred into the dresser upstairs. Edith welcomed her with a bowl of steaming soup and fresh-baked bread.  They sat in silence for a while, while Kathryn ate, then Edith spoke up.

"If you don't mind my asking, what are doing in a small town like this?" Edith glanced up at Kathryn, who looked down at her hands and blushed.

"Just getting away, mostly," Kathryn responded quietly.  Her face turned an even darker shade of red, due to the long pause that followed.  She looked up to see Edith watching her intently.  "My mother wanted me to stay, but I just needed to leave home," Kathryn watched Edith.  "It's a long story…" Kathryn blurted into the uncomfortable silence.

"Of course," Edith stared at Kathryn, and then returned again to eating her soup.

Later that night, Kathryn sat at the large desk, and scribbled out a short letter to her mother, then scratched it out.  Frustrated, she leaned back and looked out the window.  The sky was a deep violet, with stormy gray clouds dotting the horizon.  Her eyes followed the panes of glass, and she admired the woodwork surrounding it.  The iron lantern swayed ever so slightly.  Yearning for the breeze that swung the lantern, Kathryn unlatched the rusted hinges and swung the window open.  The familiar salty smell wafted into the room, and the night seemed to come in with it.  The room darkened and Kathryn shivered, even though the breeze was warm.  

"What are you doing?" Kathryn spun around to see Edith standing in the doorway.  She had replaced her long skirt and sweater with a frilly white wool nightgown.  It fell to her ankles, buttoned up to her chin, with yellowed lacy ruffles around the wrists.  Her wispy dark gray hair, which had been perfectly combed during the day, was standing in all directions.  Her lips were pursed in a strange sort of grimace.  One side of her mouth sagged into a frown and the other was curled slightly into a strained smile.  

"Well, I was just opening the window for some fresh air.  I didn't think it would be a problem," Kathryn said.  Edith's bizarre appearance surprised her, but Edith didn't seem to hear her.  She hobbled over and stood next to Kathryn and gazed out the window.

"Yes, of course.  The lantern does need to be lit.  So their boat can find us," Edith mumbled.  She fumbled through a desk drawer and retrieved some matches.  After several attempts, Edith lit the lantern hanging outside the window.  She then shuffled away, towards the chair where Kathryn had carelessly tossed the old doll.  Edith placed it carefully back on the pillow, and walked out.  Kathryn remained standing, staring, at the lantern glowing in the darkness.

"Good morning, dear!" Edith smiled as Kathryn entered the kitchen.  "I hope you slept well," she added, despite the gray circles under her eyes.  Kathryn sat herself down at the small island table and ate a few bites of oatmeal while Edith watched. “So what do you plan to do while you’re here?”

“I was thinking I would just stay for a few days, until I get things worked out, decide what I’m going to do,” Kathryn replied.

“I’m a mother, you know.  Maybe I could help you,” Edith suggested, searching Kathryn’s eyes.  Kathryn sighed and rested her chin on her hands.

“She just thinks I’m still a child.  I want to live on my own, and get married.  She thinks she needs me to live at home with her, and take care of her,” Kathryn pursed her lips, surprised by her sudden outburst.  Edith’s expression was emotionless. She appeared sullen, detached.

“Maybe she does need you, Mary,” Edith replied, her voice low.

“It’s Kathryn,” Kathryn reminded her.  Edith’s head twitched, her eyes glazed over.

“What’s that?”

“My name, it’s Kathryn.  You called me Mary,” Kathryn shifted in the uncomfortable silence that followed.  Edith turned to the sink, and began to rinse out Kathryn’s breakfast dishes.

“Did I?” Edith replied icily.

Kathryn spent the day walking along the shoreline.  A storm brewed over the sea, and waves crashed on the rocks, dampening her clothes.  Kathryn waded in knee-deep, and felt the sand shift under her bare feet as the waves rolled back out.  Nearing night time, Kathryn headed back to the house.  Thunder rumbled threateningly overhead, and large raindrops plopped into the sand.  By the time she reached the house, Edith was already shutting the windows and lighting candles.  Kathryn attempted to avoid her and walked up to her bedroom.  Edith, however, came upstairs in a matter of minutes.  “I’m sorry if I seemed short with you this morning”, she said, sitting next to Kathryn near the window.

“Who is Mary?” Kathryn couldn’t seem to contain her curiosity.

Edith sighed and turned her face away from the window, and looked at Kathryn. “She is my daughter.  She left, sailing, with a man she met while travelling.  I begged her not to go, I wanted her to stay.  She would not,” Edith’s face hardened.  She looked at Kathryn in the eyes.  “I needed her,” Kathryn felt offended, mocked, by Edith’s story.  “Some nights I light the lantern, in hope that she will see it and it will guide her home to me,” Edith said.

“Maybe she doesn’t want to come home,” Kathryn suggested coldly.  Edith stood abruptly, and walked out of the room.  The wind whistled and rain pelted the window.  The lantern was glowing outside.  Kathryn walked back and forth in her room, angry with herself and Edith.  She regretted telling Edith about her mother, and why she left home.  She decided she would pack up, and leave the next morning, to stay with her brother.

After packing and getting ready for bed, Kathryn sat at the desk and looked out the window.  It was too dark to see the horizon, but every once and a while, the lantern’s reflection glinted off of the waves.  Kathryn whipped around as she heard the door creak open.  Edith stood there in her nightgown, her eyes smoldering.  “Where are you going?” Her voice cracked, she sounded like she was on the verge of hysteria.

“I’m going to leave tomorrow, I’ll pay you for the full weekend, but I just need to go,” Kathryn avoided eye contact.  She played with the hem of her shirt, and glanced around the room.  Thunder cracked and the lights flickered.  Edith walked into the room and approached Kathryn.

“You can’t do this to me, Mary, not again,” her voice was high pitched.  Kathryn backed away as Edith reached for her.  “Please don’t make me force you to stay,” Edith warned.  Kathryn backed against the desk, and Edith pulled from behind her a faded rope.

“I’m not Mary! I’m not your daughter!” Kathryn cried.  Panicking, she lifted herself onto the desk and pressed herself against the window.  Edith grabbed her wrist, and pulled her violently down.

“You’re going to hurt yourself!” Edith cried. “You will not leave!” Kathryn struggled free of the old woman’s grasp and sprinted for the door.  She felt Edith’s nails claw her back, but she burst through the door and down the stairs.  Kathryn heard Edith wailing upstairs for her to stay.  The howling calmed as Kathryn descended the steps, and ceased as she reached the door. Kathryn hesitated for a moment, curious.  She then ran outside to her car.  As she was getting in, she looked towards the window.  The rain pelted her eyes, making it difficult to see.  As she realized what she saw, Kathryn choked out a moan of surprise.  Edith banged her fists on the window until it broke open.  The glass shattered against her curled fists, and spattered her nightgown with blood.  She let out a bloodcurdling scream.  In her rage, she stumbled, and began to fall through the window frame.  Edith wildly thrashed about, trying to grab onto something to save her.  She fell in slow motion before Kathryn, and landed on the sandy gravel with a sickening crunch.  The old doll, faded and soaked in the rain, was clutched in Edith’s hand.  Kathryn swayed, sunk to her knees, and screamed into the night.

Edgar Allan Poe's Obsession with Death

It is fair to say that Edgar Allan Poe was one of the most profound authors of his time.  He is known for his elaborate stories and poems that have captivated and horrified readers for generations.  Any reader, if they examine a number of his pieces, will notice a reoccurring theme.  Death weaves its way through almost every piece written.  One could interpret Poe’s fixation on the subject as a passion or even an obsession.  Poe might have felt a special connection to death, due to being surrounded by it during his life.  Thus, his life’s experiences may have greatly influenced the characters and events in his stories.  The use of Gothic elements in his stories captivates readers as well.  Gothic literature often surrounds the theme of death, and using that technique allowed Poe to write on the subject.  Poe developed his writing style upon Gothic elements.  Poe’s elaborate writings provide a tone and mood about death that the reader can understand.  Another common aspect in his writing is that death comes into play abruptly and surprisingly.  Poe also demonstrates a deep understanding on the subject of death through his stories.  Edgar Allan Poe expressed his obsession with death through the use of parallelism to his personal life, Gothic literature elements, literary elements to achieve the desired mood and tone, abrupt and uncommon events involving death, and evidence of intense analysis of death in his stories.

            Like his stories, Edgar Allan Poe’s life was surrounded by death.  It started with the death of his mother when he was young.  He was then sent to live with his adoptive parents, the Allans.  When Mrs. Allan died, Mr. Allan refused to give any support and excluded Edgar from his will.  After a few years of marriage, Virginia, Poe’s wife and cousin passed away as well.  These events might have shaped Poe’s writing style and his obsession with death.  He may have even felt responsible for their deaths himself.  He expressed his own tortured life through the lives of his characters.

            Poe’s disheartening life probably was the root of many of his stories.  An example of this parallelism is found in the story The Masque of Red Death.  After disinherited by his wealthy adoptive father, Edgar struggled financially essentially for the rest of his life.  In the story, Prince Prospero, obviously named for being wealthy, constructed an impenetrable fortress for him and his friends to hide in.  During that time period, the Plague, or “Red Death” rampaged Europe, killing people in multitudes.  Poe describes Prince Prospero’s hiding as such, “There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine.  All these and the security were within.  Without was the ‘Red Death’” (Masque of Red Death 1).  Poe’s obvious distaste for the wealthy is represented through this quote.  Poe’s obsession with death comes into play in the end of the story, where the “Red Death” enters dressed as a Plague victim, and all inside the castle are killed.  Poe mocks the prosperous with the ridiculous things the Prince provided when they were in the castle.  By ultimately ending the lives of the prosperous, it gives the reader a look into how Poe feels about the wealthy.  This parallelism to Poe’s tragic life allows the reader to see how death has become a theme of Poe’s personal life, not only in the story.

            The stories focus a lot on death, as Poe did in his life.  Gothic literature is known for horror stories, and stories of death and despair.  Poe’s stories use Gothic elements to focus mainly on death, as Poe did in his life.  In the story The Fall of the House of Usher, the narrator visits his childhood friend, Roderick, when he is ailing.  At the death of his beloved twin sister, Roderick enters a state of despair, wondering whether or not she actually was dead.  The narrator describes Roderick’s actions as such, “…I could but partially perceive his features, although I saw that his lips trembled as if he were murmuring inaudibly.  His head had dropped upon his breast- yet I knew that he was not asleep, from the wide and rigid opening of the eye as I caught a glance of it in profile” (Poe, House of Usher 17).  Insanity is a common element in Gothic literature.  Poe might have used it to reflect his own feelings that he felt through his life when his loved ones died.  The utter hopelessness and struggle is portrayed through the writing elaborately.  Poe may have released his personal feelings into the stories through the use of Gothic elements.

            Out of his Gothic literature elements, Poe developed his style of writing by creating a very intense mood and tone in many of his stories.  The reader gets a sense of claustrophobia and fear.  The stories have a dark feeling to them, often ending sadly as well.    The diction used is very intricate and detailed.  The intricate descriptions in the story, The Pit and the Pendulum, provide a sense of reality that gives the reader a feeling of hopelessness.  When the narrator awakened in a strange place, he feared more that upon opening his eyes, he would see nothing, rather than something terrifying.  He writes, “At length, with a wild desperation at heart, I quickly unclosed my eyes.  My worst thoughts, then, were confirmed.  The blackness of eternal night encompassed me.  I struggled for breath.  The intensity of the darkness seemed to oppress and stifle me” (Poe, Pit and Pendulum 2).  Poe understood death on a level that many do not.  Poe tried to convey this emotion of understanding to the readers through description of feelings that most readers will have experienced.  The fear of the dark, as used in this example, gives the reader the feeling that Poe may have felt.  The oppressed feeling the reader experiences while reading is Poe’s accomplishment in portraying how he views death.

            Poe addresses the topic of revenge in his story The Cask of Amontillado. The story begins with the narrator informing the reader that his friend, Fortunado, has offended him.  An insult causes Montresor, the narrator, to seek revenge upon Fortunado.  Montresor decided to lure Fortunado into the vaults in his house, where there are buried ancestors, and apparently, Amontillado for them to drink.  Montresor lead him there and chained Fortunado to the wall.  Montresor decided to build a wall to build a chamber where Fortunado is chained, and leave him there to die.  As he built the wall, he heard Fortunado plead, “For the love of God, Montresor” (Poe, Amontillado np)! This allows the reader to feel sorry for Fortunado.  The reader is never informed on what the insult was, but this was how Poe ended the story.  To the reader, it seems an extremely cruel method of revenge.  This does, however, exemplify Poe’s obsession of death.  In a story that could have resulted in any other way, he chose to end it with a brutal death.  Poe’s obsession with death caused him to write stories ending with death, when an alternate ending could have been more reasonable for the story.

            Experiencing as many deaths as Edgar Allan Poe did, it is not surprising that Poe seems to have a much deeper understanding of death than many.  In The Premature Burial the narrator provides a horrific description of being buried alive.  However horrible it was, when the narrator is released, he goes on to explain the new feeling he has towards death.  He writes, “There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad Humanity may assume the semblance of a Hell… Alas! The grim legion of sepulchral terrors cannot be regarded as altogether fanciful- but… they must sleep, or they will devour us- they must be suffered to slumber, or we perish” (Poe, Premature Burial 10).  The quote means that even though life on earth might feel as if it is Hell, if we dwell on our troubles too much, they will consume our lives.  This outlook exemplifies a profound comprehension of death.  Most people do not question death as Poe has in his stories.  He expresses death to the reader so that they will question it the way he had.  Poe presents death in way that makes the reader understand his uncommon, ominous respect for death.  It can be perceived that Edgar Allan Poe put a great deal of thinking into death.  A reoccurring theme through many of his stories is the thought of buried alive.  This idea, emerging in many of his stories, appeared to captivate Poe.  The characters in the stories dwelled on the horrifying possibility, most likely how Poe did in his personal life. Poe attained an abnormal comprehension of death, and expressed it in his writings.

            Edgar Allan Poe possessed a unique fascination with death, and expressed it in his writing through parallelisms, elements of Gothic literature, gloomy mood and tone, unnecessary deaths, and an unusual amount of insight on death.  Poe’s personal experiences with death may have shaped his stories, due to the impact they had on him.  The Gothic literature elements Poe used allow him to develop the horrific details he desired to achieve.  The mood and tone of his stories were set to allow the reader to understand death on a more personal level.  Death seemed to be involved in almost every Poe story, even sometimes unexpected.  Poe also seems to reflect over death.  He imagined intricate stories and developed ideas that, normally, would not arise.  Perhaps humans share with Edgar Allan Poe a slight fascination with the macabre that make the horrific stories of Edgar Allan Poe last as long as they have.

Faust Legend

                Richard Benton searched the face of the tall stranger on his doorstep.  As the dark impassive eyes held his gaze, Richard cleared his throat and demanded, “What did you say?”  The stranger sighed impatiently, took a long drag of his cigarette and replied, “They don’t have to find out about the money.”  The smoke curled out from his blood red lips as he spoke in his heavy, deliberate intonation.  “I am offering help,” the stranger suggested.  Richard leaned back, nauseated from the smoke and the entire overwhelming situation. 

For eight years, middle- aged Richard Benton worked as the head of the financial department in a successful corporation that assisted charities.  In a thriving company such as that, Richard soon learned that it was easy to deceive their many clients into adding a large bonus for him.  His efficient process was flawless, or so he thought.  Richard managed to lay low for years, building his wealth steadily.  When he accidentally misplaced a file, a curious associate read a correspondence between Richard and a client who was unsatisfied with the sudden interest increase that was irrational and unexplained.  Seizing the opportunity to humiliate Richard, Madelyn Waller kept the file and planned to expose him, hopefully taking his position in the company once he was fired.  She emailed him regularly, reminding Richard of the power she held over him.

“Who told you?” Richard said as threateningly as he could muster.  The stranger edged his way around Richard and into the foyer. 

“I’d like to sit down,” the stranger said, as he strolled purposefully into Richard’s elaborately decorated sitting room.  Richard followed cautiously, feeling that he was the stranger in his own home.  The visitor sat in a grand leather chair with carved mahogany armrests.  Richard sank into the sofa opposite the chair.  The guest’s skeletal fingers curled around the edges of the armchair as he leaned forward.  “How much does that money mean to you?” He asked, his steady gaze causing Richard to shift uncomfortably on the sofa.  Richard watched, interested, as the guest lit a small tea candle on the glass coffee table between them.  Richard then averted his eyes, and took a sudden interest in arranging the books on a table beside him.  His clammy hands shook when he thought of the consequences of losing his money.  “What else do you posses? No family you care to contact, friends strayed away over the years.  Can you afford to lose your money as well?” Richard stared at his hands, dumbfounded at his guest’s knowledge. 

“I guess you’re right,” Richard replied, glancing up at the stranger sitting across from him.  A slight grin spread across the man’s face. “But what can you do about it?” Richard pulled together his dignity and glared at the merciless eyes across from him. 

“I’ll make a deal with you.  Your eternal protection, for something in return,” his pallid skin seemed to glow in the dimly lit room.  His eyes smoldered as he held Richard’s gaze.

“Anything!  You can have anything- just please, help me,” Richard begged.  His money was his world.  Without it, he felt he would die.  “You make sure Madelyn doesn’t notify them, and…” Richard cut off.

“And I decide your fate,” The stranger stated.  A flicker of recognition crossed Richard’s eyes.

“Who are you?” He whispered, his voice trembling with awe and terror.  The stranger leaned forward once again, and blew smoke into Richard’s face.

“I have many names, but they don’t really matter.  All that matters is that I can help you achieve what you want more than anything else,” he said.  He stood, and straightened the black jacket over his broad shoulders.  “So is it a deal?” he proposed.

Richard stood and met the guest’s eyes once more, “Deal.”

“Wonderful,” the stranger said, and ground out his cigarette on the glass table.

After the company had recovered from Madelyn Waller’s strange disappearance, Richard settled into his old ways of life.  He called clients regularly to remind them that they had not paid their additional fees or the increased interests on their loans.  Several charities questioned his legitimacy, but as promised, they were struck down during any attempt to reveal his corruption.  For twenty years, Richard profited from the charities, greedily stashing the money for himself.  Once he turned fifty, he retired from his job and lived off the small fortune he had acquired.  He confined himself to his house, spending his time counting his money and making calls to buy time shares in exotic countries.  Richard continued to distance himself from his family, and avoided contact with the outside world as much as possible.

One stormy evening, Richard flicked through channels on the large television mounted on the wall in his bedroom.  Outside the wind screamed and violently tore the leaves from the trees.  When he heard the name of his previous employers mentioned on the news channel, he stopped to listen.  The inappropriately cheerful voice of the announcer rang in his head, “It has been announced that the Children’s Home, here in Boston will be shut down by the Assisting Charities Corporation due to their inability to pay back the loans given to them over the course of twenty years of business.  This will result in over sixty children placed in foster care. The company claims that they had been given steep increases in their interest over the years. The Assisting Charities Corporation denies that they purposefully added these payments, but agreed to investigate further. The company claims…”  The power flickered out.  Richard leapt from his bed and fumbled in the dark for the remote.  The electricity stayed off.  Thoughts streamed through his mind, one thing after another.  How could this happen… eternal protection….they will find the files… sue me for all I have…  Richard clicked on the flashlight from his bedside drawer and stumbled into the closet where his vault was.  As he entered the combination, his hands shook uncontrollably.  “Better half than everything.  Just to keep them running,” he mumbled to himself as he drew out a wad of bills. He stuffed them into an envelope and addressed it to the Children’s Home. 

Guided by the narrow beam of light provided by his flashlight, Richard went downstairs while securing his coat around him.  As he passed the sitting room, he noticed the small tea candle on the glass table.  The small flame was lit and it cast an eerie glow on its surroundings.  Richard’s breath caught and he froze.  He spun around frantically, shining his flashlight all around the room in a panic.  When he didn’t see anyone, he grumbled to himself and shook his head, then continued out the door.

Barely making it to his car through the torrential rain and brutal wind, Richard collapsed into the driver’s seat with the envelope clasped in his sweaty hand.  With the post office only two blocks away, he imagined getting back home, crawling into bed, and finally relaxing.  As he tore down the street, he noticed a lofty stranger standing next to a downed electrical wire that most likely caused the power outage.  He continued towards the post office, watching in his rearview mirror as the man turned toward the car and begin to casually follow it on foot despite the ghastly weather.  Richard pulled into the parking lot, and stumbled towards the office with the envelope.

Richard Benton never made it back to his car.  The next day, his car was found in the parking lot.  An empty envelope was wedged in the window.  A tea light was burning on the dashboard.

Mock Trial: My Reaction to the Verdict

            My reaction was agreement to the verdict chosen by the Jury.  I believe that they took the information that we gave them and analyzed it correctly and came to an agreement. As the a defense lawyer, I know we focused mainly on the relationship between Huck and Jim and satirical references as the basis for our argument.  I think that these situations prove that Mark Twain is not racist.  We apparently gave our statements clearly and our witnesses testified appropriately to the situation, therefore helping the Jury reach their ultimate decision. I agree wholeheartedly with the Jury's decision and believe that some of the prosecution's arguments were not credible. Therefore, I think that we proved our point and argued theirs to the point that the Jury agreed with our side of the argument. The efforts of our defense team proved adequate in proving that Mark Twain was not racist, and the Jury agreed.

            I agreed with all of the statements made by the defense team.  This includes all arguments made by the lawyers, as well as contradictions and statements from the witnesses.  However, some of the arguments made by the prosecution I found to not be credible arguments.  I did not agree with the statement by the prosecution that Mark Twain gave his characters his personal views.  I think that the purpose that Mark Twain had in writing his book was to ridicule the views of the traditional white slave owner in the South.  Therefore, his views would be ridiculing those who were racist.  Had Mark Twain given the characters his views, then they would not have represented that selective group.  I also did not agree with the argument made by the prosecution that it made Twain racist because many people felt uncomfortable and sometimes even offended by reading his book.  I believe that it is possible that any book could be interpreted in the way that the author did not intend, sometimes making the reader uncomfortable.  It could have even been Twain's intent to purposely make the readers feel uncomfortable and offended to realize the blatant racism that occurred.  Therefore, if a person misinterpreted Twain's use of satire, that does not prove that Mark Twain is racist, rather that the book was misunderstood. In my eyes, the verdict was correct, and we proved our point sufficiently as the defense.

            I feel that the most influential portion of the trial was Mark Twain's testimony.  He presented his ideas as facts and stood his ground.  The prosecution drilled him with questions, and they were answered to the best of his ability.  I think this was probably very influential to the Jury because everyone had read the book, so therefore they had been introduced to a lot of the information that was being shared about the other characters.  But with Mark Twain, there was new information and research that was being introduced, something that the Jury could add to their case. The defense provided questions that led the Jury to side with what they were hearing.  I think that overall, I was impressed with the trial.  From my point of view coming from the defense team, I was very impressed by some of the prosecution's arguments and I could tell they worked very hard to reach them.   I believe that the verdict was chosen correctly, but I felt at the time that it could have gone either way.  All the witnesses did very well, and portrayed their characters to the best of their abilities.  They answered most of the questions as that character would answer them.  Overall, I was impressed by the result of the trial that it was very successful and seemed very professional.

Blog Post 3- The Grangerfords

Mark Twain seemed to have taken some author’s liberty upon writing the chapters about the Grangerfords.  This selection is humorous, however unnecessary to the novel.  Twain seems to have added this part for the enjoyment of the readers, and add to the satire he already created within the novel.  The Grangerford family’s humor is found where their daughter, Emmeline writes her poems about the deceased.  Sadness is found where the redundant feud leads to the death of Huck’s new friends.  An underlying allusion is found in the Grangerford family.  Twain related this family to the play Romeo and Juliet, where in both, incessant fighting leads to unnecessary deaths.  The Grangerford family has elements of humor, sadness, and an allusion to the play Romeo and Juliet.

        The Humor in the Grangerford family is found through their daughter Emmeline.  Through her works of poetry, she brings about that element that makes this selection of the book funnier to the reader.  Her poetry about the dead is unintentionally humorous, which almost seems to make her character even funnier.  Despite the upbeat, kind personalities found elsewhere in the family, Emmeline Grangerford is uncharacteristically morbid.  The rest of the family seems to not blink twice at her unusual personality, but misses her dearly.  Her skill at creating poems within minutes was known throughout the town.  Her obsession with the dead made her a stock character in the family, and even her death was related, “ The neighbors said it was the doctor first, Emmeline second, and then the undertaker- the undertaker never got in ahead of Emmeline but once, and then she hung fire on a rhyme for the dead person’s name which was Whistler.  She warn’t ever the same after that; she never complained, but she kinder pined away and did not live long” (Twain, 105).  The humor is created in the ridiculous fact that this young girl who was passionate about her poems about the dead essentially died due to her inability to create and rhyme to the name “Whistler”.  Humor is found in the Grangerford family through the morbid daughter Emmeline.

Sadness is another element that is found in the Grangerford family.  The constant fighting led to unending tension between the Grangerfords and the Shepherdsons.  Children from both families were raised to despise the other, and they didn’t even know what they were fighting about after so long.  It was sad how they kept killing each other’s family members, even as young as fourteen years old.  Huck’s new friend, Buck, was eventually killed by the families fighting.  Huck felt sad as he was leaving, and felt almost guilty.  “I cried a little when I was covering up Buck’s face, for he was mighty good to me” (Twain, 117).  A sad part in this family is that they didn’t even realize how their fighting was hurting their families.  They lost many family members to their feud, and eventually led to the death of most family members.  The element of sadness is brought through the Grangerfords by their feud with the Shepherdsons.

Twain created and underlying allusion in the Grangerford’s family.  The allusion is to the famous Shakespeare play, Romeo and Juliet.  The feud between the Grangerfords and the Shepherdsons resembles the feud between the Capulets and the Montagues.  The forbidden romance between Sophia Grangerford and Harney Shepherdson is exactly like between Romeo and Juliet.  When Sophia and Harney decide to run away, it ends in a battle between the families, much like the play.  Their love is a scandal between the families, and makes their hatred toward each other even stronger.  “…Miss Sophia’s run off! Deed she has.  She run off in de night some time- nobody don’t know jis’ when;  run off to get married to dat young Harney Shepherdson you know” (Twain, 114).  This quote shows how similar the Grangerford’s situation is to the families in Romeo in Juliet. 

The Grangerford family has elements of humor, sadness, and allusion.  The humor comes about unintentionally in their daughter Emmeline’s  morbid poetry.  She wrote poems about the dead and essentially died when she couldn’t find a rhyme to a person’s name.  The sadness occurs due to the fighting.  The fighting caused many deaths, and it seemed to be never-ending.  The allusion occurs where Sophia and Harney run away to get married.  This is an allusion to Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare.  All these elements come together to define the Grangerford family.

Jim and Huck- Blog Post 2

     Having not grown up in a home with a supportive family, Huck seems to have attached himself to Jim as an alternative family member.  Likewise, Jim seems to have a protective presence over Huck, much as a father would.  This relationship began to build once Huck and Jim both met on the Island, and their father-son-type bond seems to be strengthening as the chapters go on.  Huck's devotion to Jim is apparent when Huck goes ashore to find out what the word about his death was.  When he was informed that townspeople suspected Jim, his reaction was, "I had got so uneasy I couldn't set still.  I had to do something with my hands; so I took up a needle of the table and went to threading it.  My hands shook, and I was making a bad job of it" (Twain 64).  Huck's loyalty to Jim is expressed through the nervousness he felt when he realized that Jim could be in potential danger.  Huck looks to Jim as a fatherly figure, trusting him, and finding comfort in his presence.
     Jim and Huck share a mutual dependence and loyalty to one another.  Through the chapters, they seem to be getting closer.  Their parallel situations have brought them together and created the father-son bond that they feel. When Huck loses sight of the raft in the fog while he is on the canoe, they both go into a panic.  Jim later tells Huck how he was feeling while they were separated, "When I got all wore out with work, en wid de callin' for you, en went to sleep, my heart was mos' broke bekase you wuz los', en I didn' kyer no' mo' what become er me en de raf'" (Twain 89).  Jim's previous desperation  is apparent when he tells Huck exactly how he was feeling.  Much as a father would feel about a son, Jim felt that he would not be able to go on without Huck if he were to be lost or had drowned.  The father-son relationship has been built upon the adventures Huck and Jim have spent together. Their relationship will most likely only be stronger as the book progresses.

Impression of Huck- Blog Post 1

     Judging by the first ten chapters of "Adventures of Huckleberry Finn", Huck seems to be a very superstitious character.  Multiple times throughout the first few chapters, he reacted to situations as a sign of some sort.  In addition, although he believes wholeheartedly in the superstition, Huck doesn't seem to comprehend the religion being taught to him.  Huck is well-informed about the common superstitions, and often seems to create his own, "I got up and turned around in my tracks three times and crossed my breast every time; and then I tied up a little lock of my hair with a threat to keep witches away.  But I hadn't no confidence." (Twain, 13)  Huck describes his action after killing a spider, and even after performing his superstitious actions, he felt that he didn't even know that they would help.  Huck's superstition seems to guide many of his actions and seems to be a big part of his life.
      In addition to being superstitious, Huckleberry Finn seems to be resourceful, despite his apparent immaturity.   My impression is that Huck learned to fend for himself throughout his childhood that lacked a traditional family setting.  After Huck runs away from his father, he is living in the woods, and seems to be able to provide for his own needs during the time period he is spending there.  Huck seems to believe that his decision to live in the woods is an adventure rather than an escape. He seems to know how to pull together what he brought with him to help him live sufficiently, and how to avoid the people looking for him, for example, "... I got all my traps into my canoe again so as to have them out of sight, and I put out the fire and scattered the ashes around to look like an old last-year's camp, and then clumb a tree."  (Twain, 47)  These observations allowed me to get an impression on Huck's abilities and personality.

Would a Transcendentalist Society Exist Today?

Life in today’s world is always facing one question: Is it possible for a society to exist where everyone lives peacefully?  A Transcendentalist society would allow people to express their true personality with minimal government intervention in their daily lives.  In this type of unstructured community, people are allowed to pursue their passions without fear of judgment.  Not quite as wonderful as it sounds, this type of society would create resentment despite equal benefits available for all. Those who naturally work hard would be angry with those who are living their lives simply to enjoy life rather than working.  The conflict could cause many problems in the society.  If education was optional for all, then students would not feel encouraged to seek new technology or scientific research.  In addition, if a government body created laws preventing people from advertising their ideas, then if something in the society was not right, there would be nothing they could do to fix it.  Although some may believe that a Transcendentalist society could be successful in today’s world, the torn views, the impossibility to create any technological improvements, and the unrealistic rules, are why a Transcendentalist society could not be possible today.

There are people who believe that a Transcendentalist society could exist in today’s world.  Some would argue that it may lead to a happier, more successful society due to less societal tension.  The tensions created in today’s world include economical stress, and rifts between different classes in society.  Eliminating those obstacles would create a society that might be altogether more peaceful and more cohesive with other’s ways of life.  Economical tension is a leading factor in many controversies in today’s world.  Some would argue that a society that suppressed negativity and lacked social pressures would be successful and beneficial to many.  These views reflect those who believe that a Transcendentalist society would be successful in today’s world.  Although they are valid arguments, there are many other issues that suggest that a civilization like this one would not thrive.

                Some people naturally strive to work their hardest and achieve more.  There are also people who live life happily the way they are and do not necessarily want to change.  These different types of people are one reason why a Transcendentalist society would not work.  If every person was offered the same benefits, no matter the job or their productivity, it would eventually lead to resentment between these people.  The inequality of somebody who contributes greatly to the society and somebody who contributes less would not be accepted by many people.  Many would complain about inequalities in work ethics. If everything was offered for free, for example free housing, those who worked harder would feel they deserved more than others.  Their attitude towards the situation would put the society at risk for rebellion against the government body in order to achieve what they believe they deserve.  A Transcendentalist society would last for a short amount of time if everyone was offered equal benefits at no demanded cost in return. 

                Despite the typical bitterness students feel towards the enforced policy of staying in school until at least sixteen, without that rule, it would eventually lead to a downfall in that particular society.  Students, sometimes against their will, attend school to get their required education.  If students were not forced to go to school, society would lack a very important ability; the ability to improve.  In the society created during the Transcendentalist unit, Harmonia, students are required to get a basic education, and then are free to observe people in their professions to learn how to do that particular job.  This policy is unrealistic in that it would not help the society to advance in any way.  Students would only acquire the knowledge of their predecessors, and would not have any outside research available to improve the current situation.  Advanced schools such as colleges are in place to not only teach students what is already known, but to also teach them how to think in a particularly important way. Critical thinking encourages students to invent new ideas and formulate medicinal advancements and technological improvements, based on things they do not know, and wish to know.  The Transcendentalist type of free-will schooling is not a realistic way to educate a society, and although people might be happier short-term because they have the power to decide, they might suffer in the future due to their lack of education.

                The rules of a Transcendentalist society would be minimal. The sole purpose of a Transcendentalist society would be to limit the rules commonly set in today’s world, to allow for more freedoms.  The flaw in this plan is, however, that limiting regulations becomes a cyclical problem.  It leads to people feeling like they can do whatever they want, whenever they want.  That could essentially take away the rights of the other members of the society.  Another important Transcendentalist belief is to not harm nature in any way possible.  This makes life extremely difficult, as it is human nature to adapt the earth to fit human needs, rather than conforming to nature’s ways.  Another major flaw in the rules created in the society Harmonia is that no negative thoughts should be voiced.  This is not a practical law in any way.  The way society naturally works is that individuals see the problems in society, and point them out.  If flaws go unnoticed and unrecognized by the majority, it would be self-destructive towards the society.  When something is not right, a person should speak out against it to make the society a better place to live, and that law inhibits a person from doing so.  The laws that are supposed to help a person discover themselves and express their true self actually end up harming the society as a whole, making a Transcendentalist society impossible in today’s world.

                Although some seem to think that a Transcendentalist society would be possible in today’s world, the disagreements it would cause, the unrealistic educational systems, and the inflexibility of the Transcendentalist rules would make such a society impossible.  The aspects of a Transcendentalist society do not match up with how people run their lives naturally.  It would cause too many conflicts to be successful.  Even though a Transcendentalist society may seem to some like a perfect civilization, the possibility of one existing in today’s world is impracticable.

The Dead Poets Society and Non-Conformity

            Every aspect of Welton Academy points to the founders' particular beliefs: the necessity of conformity.  The beginning of the film starts with the students reciting "Tradition, Honor, Discipline, and Excellence".  Expectations are as defined by those four words. When Mr. Keating becomes teacher, he encourages the students to express themselves in their own way.  In his unconventional teaching style, he is misunderstood and rejected by the staff.  Despite the danger of losing his job, Mr. Keating encourages non-conformity through expressing the idea of the Dead Poets Society. This results in removal from his job in the end of the film.

            Neil, representing non-conformity in the film, places himself in danger by his actions.  It was expected of Welton Academy graduates to continue to become distinguished doctors and lawyers.  When his father found that Neil wanted to be an actor, he demanded that his son quit acting and focus on his studies.  The result of his father's demands was Neil's suicide.  Non-conformity could have lead to a superior teacher and a successful actor. Due to the conformist ways at Welton Academy, the results were firing Mr. Keating and Neil's suicide.

Google Transcendentalism

            Everyone has heard of Google, and probably used it- the popular search engine and web browser.  Being one of the world's largest search engines, Google leads the way in computer usage.  The Google Company could be considered transcendentalists for many reasons.  Google is a company like no other.  They supported transcendentalism since the very beginning of their company.  The founders used their imagination and went with their gut feelings when they had the idea to capture the world’s knowledge and provide it for all. Google has a philosophy- ten things that they know are true and stick to when they are working.  These things make the difference between Google and other companies.  They use the company’s personal beliefs to guide their actions in the business world.  Google believes that if they help the customer, then everything else will fall into place.  Most companies focus on how they can make money rather than how they can help the consumer.  Google takes the risk of hiring people who think out of the box, who have potential to create something important, rather than a person with experience as most companies would. 

The work environment is an example of how Google feels about how things should be done.  A traditional work place is a place to buckle down and be productive as possible.  At Googleplex, Google’s base in California, they believe differently on how a workplace should be. They believe it should be a fun and inspiring place.  They feel that it makes their workers more productive and happier to be at work. They provide special classes like yoga, healthy lunches and dinners, and snacks and drinks. People can travel through the building on scooters or bikes from meeting to meeting. Google is a transcendentalist company in that it took a new turn on running a business.  They believe that work shouldn’t be a punishment, but something you want to do.  

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Walden Essay

            Compared to present times, a simplified life was much easier to obtain during the time period in which Walden was written.  Life nowadays moves at a rapid speed, overloaded with information and technology at an often overwhelming pace.  The struggle to achieve more, possess more, and learn more is human nature.  These instincts encourage us to progress in order to try and improve our lives.  Desire for a better life pushes humanity irreversibly into a world of complexity and modernization.  The advances humans make cannot be taken back, they only add to the already complicated culture.  The condition of modern humanity makes simplification of an individual's life a rare and nearly impossible feat.

             Complexity and technology are a human passion.  People thrive on the hope of the latest advancement that would effect their lives.  Simplicity seems like a far-fetched dream for many.  The thought of abandoning structured lives for a solitary cabin in the woods would be a joke to most.  In the writing of his book, Henry David Thoreau describes the structure of many lives in the one sentence. "We do not ride on the railroad; it rides upon us (Thoreau, 491)." He means that people make the things that shape their lives. They strive to create and build, while simplification would pull humanity away from an individual's natural want to progress.  Instincts tell people that simplicity is a form of deterioration of the progress they have made.

             Progress sends humanity down a path of no returns.  Simplicity is the road going in the opposite direction.  Even the most basic modern lives have passed the point of simplicity.  Once a level of complexity is reached in a society, there must be regulations or laws set in place to control what they have gained.  These restrict the ability for the people to return to the simple lives they might have led before.  Everything a person does is to either progress, or secure that progression.  Anything achieved by a person cannot later be undone.  It is not possible to take away progressions that are already successful.  In order to lead a simple life, a person cannot progress.  Continuous progression is a characteristic that makes a person a human being.

            Humans don't want to give up what they've achieved in return for simplicity.  It seems that it is human nature to want.  Desire keeps humans from  being able to attain simplicity.  Modern advertising and new technology make it even more difficult.  If a person's basic needs are met, including food, water, and shelter, then they are left with a desire for more.  Contentment leaves people with a feeling that they can achieve even more.  Modern culture is shaped by these desire, making it so much more diffucult to achieve simplicity than ever before.  Thoreau writes in Walden, "We are determined to be starved before we are hungry" (Thoreau 491). He means that no matter how much an indiviudual possesses, they convince themselves that they need more. The only way to achieve simplicity would be to not have desires, and that is not a realistic human attriubute.

             The characteristics of humanity do not allow for simplification of human lives.  Life is one way, things cannot be taken back or reversed.  Our passions and obsessions with modernization discourage a simple life.  A natural desire pushes humanity away.  We thrive on progress, which also discourages simplicity.  Only a person who has no desires, no interest in progression, and has never progressed can simplify their life.  And none of those are characteristics of a human being.  A person in modern times cannot simplify their life.

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Declaration of Independence

Declaration of Student Rights

          Every student is entitled to a certain set of rights.  These basic rights are the outline for what a free public education should be, and how it should be managed.  Each student should be treated with respect, by their peers and by the staff.  This ensures that they hold their right to feel comfortable at school.  A student has the right to feel safe in their learning environment.  At no time should they feel threatened, or concerned for their well-being.  It is the responsibility of the school system to support that right to safety.  Concerning academics, every student has the right to equal opportunities.  It is a student’s right to have a variety of classes offered to ensure the success for every student of every academic ability.  No student should be feel discriminated against because of their capabilities.  If a student feels that any of their rights are being violated, they should be able to express their feelings on the situation.  As students, we believe that these rights are the structure for a strong and just educational system.

       i.            Our lunches are only 35 minutes long. A small portion of time compared to how long our classes are. It doesn’t give us enough time to eat a balanced lunch. We as students need longer lunches so we have enough time to eat and have a little time to finish school related duties. If a student has a full schedule during and after school, it limits when they can go and talk to their teachers or counselors. Our lunch time starts directly after class ends and does not count the amount of time that it takes to go to our lockers.

     ii.            When the weather gets severe, we are still forced to go to school. The students are required to be at school regardless of the weather. Sometimes their teachers aren’t even present. We are a walking district so it puts us at a greater risk as we travel to school. The schools that surround us get plenty of snow days but we are not given the same opportunity.

  iii.            The school dictates how we should dress, but it limits our free expression. In the warmer seasons, it is uncomfortable to wear proper clothes pertaining to the dress code. It is ironic that some sports have uniforms that violate the dress code but they wear them in spirit anyway. Our dress code is not taken very seriously to some, and it is unfair to the students that have stricter teachers who watch what they wear.

   iv.            Students are given 7 minutes after each class to get to their classes. For some, it can be difficult to manage this. Some students have to walk from one end of the building to another. Managing how to do this along with stopping at their lockers to trade book can be a tricky task. Furthermore, with the quantity of students walking in the hallways, the crowds move slowly. Navigating through the hallways is a challenge of its own.

     v.            School rules declare that a student may only have 10 unexcused absences in each class in order to still have credit. If a student takes more than 6 minutes to arrive in class, they are marked absence for that class hour. Even if that student is there for the remainder of the class, they receive no credit. It can be difficult for parents to plan vacations too, because sometimes the tickets available are the most expensive of them all.

   vi.            Our school looks upon sports with high respect, and teaches that sports are valuable for the continuation of our knowledge throughout the future. The current fee for each sport per season if $150. This price is an unreasonably amount when a student may play more than 1 sport per year. Equipment and transportation enough is excessive in the way that it is valued. Having to pay the large fee per season as well as the equipment is an unreasonable action from our school. We, as students deserve to have a less expensive fee to play a sport throughout the seasons.

vii.            Clinics are not available for the students here. If someone feels sick or gets hurt, they are forced to wait in the office. They receive n treatment or medication until one of their parents comes to pick them up. This could take a while because of the parent’s responsibilities. It is unsafe and unhealthy for our school not to have a clinic.

viii.            Some of the buildings in our school are not supplied with adequate air conditioning. The school can get extremely hot at the beginning and end of the year. There is no air conditioning in the main building so hot temperatures cannot be cooled down. The heat keeps teachers and students uncomfortable. It makes it difficult to work as it if hard to focus in the warmth.  The lack of air conditioning in the main building is detrimental to the student’s education.

  ix.            The Grosse Pointe Public School District is labeled as a walking district. Therefore, every day, either we must walk to school, ride our bikes, or arrange for a ride with our parents or friends. This is common problem because Michigan is a state with severe weather, causing harsh winters and freak storms. On the days where most bus transported schools have the days off, like for snow days, we not given the same opportunities, even with the dangers of the weather severity. Days where the bitter air dips below 0, is where a line should be drawn. School should not be session during days where the snow and ice cause an inability to walk or drive, without a precautious danger. Without having buses, our fellow walking peers are put into more danger than they would have, if our school provided buses. We, as students, need this way of transportation for a safer, easier way of attending school everyday.

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x. We, as students, should be looked upon equally. We should deserve the same opportunities as our peers, regardless of their age or grade. As grow, we are given the decisions of driving to school, and the S-Lot of school is reserved for the seniors only. It is a great, safe parking lot, whereas the other parking places may need to be paid by hour and may be unsafe towards the cars occupying the area. We should be allowed, as an entire school, to have a first come, first serve basis on the parking spots in the S-Lot, not just giving them away to the Seniors. We, as students, deserve the equal treatment whether we are Freshman, or Seniors.

We, as the students in the Grosse Pointe Public School District, unanimously declare that each and every student should be relieved the erratic rules that govern our schools.  It is prominent that the complaints we have are appropriate. They make our educational experience transition smoothly. 

Crucible Epilogue

            Elizabeth Proctor held silent recognition in the town of Salem. As she passed by in town, people would stare, often shaking their heads in disbelief or nodding in reverence. Citizens whispered behind her back, and others who had lost loved ones admired her strength. As for Elizabeth, she kept her head held high, and carried on as if she were not affected by the death of her husband. Outwardly, she conveyed confidence, because she knew she could not show her weakness to the town.  The series of witch trials that took place two months before distressed Elizabeth from dusk to dawn. From the day she saw her husband being lead away to his death, Elizabeth was haunted with guilt. Her dreams were laced with remorse, and when she was in solitude, there was nothing to keep her from crying.

            Elizabeth’s pregnancy kept her exhausted during the day hours, in addition to caring and providing for the two children she already had. To keep her mind from wandering to the trials, she kept active, mending clothing, cooking and cleaning. Focusing on her children kept her thoughts from lingering on John through the day hours. Without a husband, Elizabeth could not earn money to feed her children. A small vegetable garden outside the house provided most of their food. Farmers and friends of John Proctor occasionally brought over some leftover food which they could not sell. She prayed with her children, asking for God to help them, and provide for them. She silently asked for strength and protection.

            Elizabeth stood slicing carrots for the thin soup she served her children most evenings. As she scraped their remaining food into the kettle, she heard a sharp knock on the door. Her youngest son ran to open it, but Elizabeth caught him and sent him away to play with his brother. She turned back to the soup and stirred. Another knock on the door, and Elizabeth kept stirring and began to sing a church hymn quietly under her breath. When a third knock occurred, she heard the voice of Reverend Parris call out, “Elizabeth Proctor, I know you can hear me! This town is suspicious concerning your alliance with the Devil. Once your child is born, you will be next to hang! But I come to tell you that I, a good Christian man, will forgive you of your sins if you admit to them!” Once silence filled the little house, Elizabeth crossed the room and drew back the curtain over the window. Reverend Parris walked away solemnly. When Elizabeth returned to the fire, she picked up the spoon, and began to stir. When she served the children their soup, she realized her hands were shaking.

            For many nights in a row, Elizabeth sat up late, listening. She found herself glancing at John’s gun that still leaned against the mantle. After four nights of restless sleep, any small noises made her jump in terror and check the latch on the door. During the day, her shoulders slumped and she sat with her head nodding off. When friends came to check on her, she sent them away with reassuring words and a convincing smile. A week later, Elizabeth dragged herself to bed after hours of sitting vigilantly near the door. She no longer could stay up, and convinced herself that nothing would happen if she were to sleep for the night. She lay uncomfortably and barely noticed when she drifted off to sleep.

            Later that night, Elizabeth woke with a start. She felt a sharp pain in her lower stomach. She clenched her teeth and crawled out of bed. Reverend Parris’ words crossed her mind, “Once your child is born, you will be next to hang!” Elizabeth stumbled to the boys’ bedroom, where she woke them. She directed them to go outside and get the horses ready for a journey. They dressed and left. Elizabeth crawled on her knees to reach for the box that held all John’s savings. The box, as well as their last bit of food went into John’s old leather satchel. In a hurry to leave, Elizabeth grasped everything necessary for their trip. When she picked up John’s gun, she lay it back down again, in hopes that it would be unnecessary. She met the children outside, and they set off down the dirt road into the night.

            Elizabeth held her belly as they galloped. The pain was nearly unbearable. She reminded herself of the consequences of stopping. She forced herself to keep riding. Once they passed the main town area of Salem, they slowed. Elizabeth held her breath as they passed the Putnam’s house. The Putnams had been first to accuse when it came to witches. Once they were right in front of the door, it slowly opened and Mr. Putnam stepped out, squinting into the blackness. Elizabeth urged the horses to go faster. After examining the night, Putnam retreated into his home. Elizabeth sighed in relief and they kept on their way, avoiding any other homes within eyesight.

            As dawn approached, Elizabeth stopped the horses to rest in an empty field. Her head was spinning, and nausea and exhaustion plagued her. They slid from the saddles and sunk into the long grass. While resting, they heard a whistle from over the hill. A man appeared and pointed their way. A woman joined him briefly, and left. The man swung himself onto his horse and trotted toward them. Too weary to run, Elizabeth pressed her children behind her protectively. The pain in her abdomen sickened her, but she attempted to look confident. Elizabeth felt as if she were slipping away as a wave of queasiness overwhelmed her. She staggered and tried to stay upright, but fell and crumpled onto the ground. As the man reached them, she hoisted herself to her feet, only to fall once again. She saw him for a blurry moment, as he lifted her to put onto his horse, and told him she was about to have her baby.

             Elizabeth woke with hazy vision. The dark room in which she slept was spinning around her. A woman came into the room, and Elizabeth sat up with great pain. She asked where her children were, and if they were safe. The woman assured her that they were fine, and they were just outside the room, waiting to come in.  She opened the door, and the two boys rushed in, eager to see their mother. Elizabeth lay weakly in bed, now unable to move. The baby, she said, was safe and healthy. Elizabeth played the previous hours over in her head. The man had brought her to his house, where his wife took care of her and delivered the baby. Elizabeth smiled weakly at the strangers as they brought the baby over to her. She rocked the baby boy gently, and beamed at him. The couple came over and sat next to the bed. They reassured Elizabeth that they could stay as long as they needed to. Elizabeth never looked up from her baby, but nodded gratefully.

            All regret and sadness left Elizabeth as she gazed at her newborn baby. She sang softly to him and rocked him back and forth. A newfound peacefulness filled Elizabeth. It was a feeling she had been lacking for so long. The past year had been trying, heart-breaking, and unjust. As Elizabeth watched her baby, she saw potential for a new and happy life just beginning. “I’ll name him John.”