There are two short stories
A house to my own.
The story is about a woman, who wants to be alone in her house
or apartment. You can say it the lonely woman because it say ‘’ nobody to shake a stick at ‘’. Now I live in a house. That house is not
strong as rocks. It fells out a little of bit. You have to care it good. I
share the house with 6 another people. Sometimes I can image that you have
moments that you actually want to be alone. I do have those moments. The
moments I want to be alone because I feel bad about things that I did, but
later I realize I want to be by people. People, who did know you well, can help
you to get you out the sadness. I have something to relate with this story
because I also have purple pillow and I can use porch, if you want to entry to it
you have to go in my room first. My dream is to have small and beautiful house
with porch. A place you get good rest.
Not a man’s house. Not a
daddy’s. A house all my own. With my porch and my pillow, my pretty purple
petunias.
I can indefinite she’s a woman because there is no men and daddy
in house. She said there are no men in house. So who are not men? That’s woman.
And ‘my pretty purple petunias’. You can indefinite the color. This is true
woman color.
Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as
paper before the poem.
She wants to have a space to clean her mind because her mind is
full of sadness, so she started with her poem. Then she can express her
feelings in a poem. Her mind becomes empty. ‘Quiet as snow’ the words mean so
quiet, figuratively snow doesn’t move and its same color white. If you look at an
area is coated with snow the space is doubled than it is. The color white makes
looking bigger than normal. You can watch at it quietly.
The story is about seventeen year person, who tried to be happy
by seventeen ages. Most teenagers before becoming adolescence have a difficult
phase. I memorize myself as seventeen
year old. I was struggle with school. I want to be finished with school. I want
to go out, but I could not because I was in the middle of year. That was during
my last year. I studied so hard for my final exams. I felt I have a large
pressure. I could not focus on my school. My thoughts were full with negative
things, such as fail my last exams and not going to Gallaudet. That made me
down and loses my self-confident. When I tried to think positive, I feel better
and get self-confident. Finally I graduated my last exams. I could go out. I
threw my pressure out of my mind.
Because of poor grades the boy didn’t focus for school good. And
the unwashed hair definite that he didn’t wash himself well. He didn’t go into
the shower. He didn’t brush his hair. Probably he dresses up same clothes every
day.
By hurling large rocks at the dusty ground and feeling awful
because San Francisco was a postcard on a bedroom wall. We wanted to go there,
The postcard of San Francisco lured
them out. They could not focus on anything, like school, tuba and care for themselves.
Only thing what they want to is going out. ‘’ We wanted to get out’’ They wanted to be happy and free
from normal things they were doing. They wanted to travel to San Francisco and
enjoyed themselves. At this moment they were struggle again the feeling of
pressure.
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