For our English course this semester, our theme for discussion this week is "entrapment." It's interesting because I've experienced feeling trapped in a lot of symbolic ways throughout the course of my entire life, be it a literal, well… almost literal, or symbolic sense. Thankfully, I was never kidnapped or held against my will in a literal sense, but there are times where I feel stuck in a way of living I wish I could change and a person I wish I could change. But as they say, we are all a "work in progress." Action Scene from The Yellow Wall-Paper by Charlotte Perkins Stetson It is so hard to talk with John about my case because he is so wise, and because he loves me so. But I tried it last night. It was moonlight. The moon shines in all around just as the sun does. I hate to see it sometimes, it creeps so slowly, and always comes in by one window or another. John was asleep and I hated to waken him, so I kept still and watched the moonlight on that undulating wallpaper until I felt creepy. The faint figure behind seemed to shake the pattern, just as if she wanted to get out. I got up softly and went to feel and see if the paper did move, and when I came back John was awake. "What is it that you think you're doing, little girl?" he asked, with a stern, stone-cold look on his face that matched his confrontational tone like a shirt and pants of the same color and style. I was startled. I had struggled to get out what little excuse i had for my actions, but stammers were all i could manage. "The-the-the sounds of the moving paper awakened me!" I finally managed to confess. "For that reason," said John, in a softer voice. "You must return back to bed. Please, my child." John inched closer and took his hand around my arm but I protested. "No!" I shouted. "Please tell me why I saw the paper move!" He looketh over my shoulder past me, at the rotten wallpaper. His facial expression grew into a smile. "There's nothing under the wallpaper there. I can assure you, dear." I looked at him with an annoyed and questioning look, wondering if there were just as something wrong with him as I thought there was with me. John simply smiled at me, saying yet again, "Now please… come with me." I backed away from him, again. That's when I heard the crinkling under the wall yet again. I looked at it. He did too. I saw faint movement beneath the wallpaper yet again. Then I looked at John, asking him, "Did you see that?" "No," he said simply. "Nothing." I became enraged. I refused to give in until the mystery was revealed. I knew he either was ignoring the wall to play some sickening mind game or became blind or deaf, especially under the darkness of night. Either way, I screamed in frustration to where I walked over to the wall, and ripped the ugly, stained paper off the wall. Jennie dropped to the floor. John looked down at her for a long moment as she took a moment to gather her bearings. His head slowly turned to mine until he and I locked eyes. I've never seen a man so angry, so indignant in my entire life. Then… he took slow steps toward me as I took steps slowly backward until my back was against the windowed wall. My Own Personal Action Scene A decision I made that made a negative impact on my life was when I let who I thought was my best friend downplay someone harassing me. It was a Saturday evening. We were returning from a shopping mall trip. As always, I enjoyed her company as she did mine. Throughout the course of our four-year friendship, I felt that I could talk to Myesha about absolutely anything that was on my mind... until this recent experience. During the ride home, I was telling her about an experience I've had with an Internet troll who'd been harassing me on a website that caters to the topic of reincarnation. For the purposes of this story I will call her Myesha. Myesha unbelievably had the nerve to not only downplay the negative and traumatic effect this person and my argument with him had on me, but also said she doesn't know why I devote so much time and energy focusing on my next life because she's not sure that reincarnation even exists, also going on that it was petty of me to keep responding to him if he was bothering me that much. She could not have been more crass. I very angrily explained to her that just because she would've went about the situation different, doesn't give her the right to call me "petty" for handling it the way I personally saw fit, and that she was wrong for downplaying the kind of effect the experience it had on me. I even yelled at her, "How freakin' dare you!" I also, to the point of nearly berating her, said that the ideology of reincarnation means a great deal to me personally and she ought to respect that if I mean as much to her as she say she does and there was nothing "petty" about the whole thing. We argued more until she finally dropped me off at my place. I viciously slammed her door upon exiting and I stood there in the darkness and stared as she drove off down the dark street. After I went in my house, I spent much of the night questioning my friendship with her and how much (or how little) of a friend I consider Myesha to this day after that experience. All this because some rotten bastard who apparently had nothing better to do with his life than to harass people, and who I ended up defeating nonetheless, thought he could make me one of his trolling victims. Disgusting!
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Sabatino
9/29/2018 10:03:39 am
The rewrite post illustrates an author who is aware of the genre conventions of fan fiction. You’ve mentioned fan fiction in class. How much experience do you have with this type of writing?
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9/29/2018 10:09:31 pm
Hey!
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Amir
9/30/2018 10:57:54 am
Thanks Alexandra! My mom's been telling me how good a writer i am since my childhood! You rock also! Have a nice week!
Amir
9/30/2018 10:56:47 am
Hey Sabatino,
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9/30/2018 03:41:03 pm
Thanks for sharing this your writing is great and you have great action and description keep being yourself nobody can stop that..
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9/30/2018 05:21:47 pm
This story brings a strong quote to my mind, "Everyone says I take things emotional, I did not realize there was any other way to take it." I am glad you realized that your feelings count and how you are treated matters, good for you
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