"The story of an hour"

     "The story of an hour" was a tremendous short story. It was emotional, touching, sad, and joyous all in one breath. More so a breath taker!!!! In "the story of an hour" by Kate Chopin was  based around a woman named Mrs.Mallard , and her loved ones trying to find the best way to break to her that due to a railroad disaster her husband, Brently Mallard was killed. Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with heart trouble. Hits to why it was such a tender thing to decide how to break the new with such a condition but nonetheless the news was broken and here i believe the store began. The story seems to have a meaning that stood out to me once I understood her emotions, the things she was actually going through. It became so real , she wept at once and i felt that , felt abandonment : something i know a lot about and it was in that moment it clicked. This short story was not just a story , but a story that mattered because it speaks or shows rather, that you can loss the person you love without ever know when that might be and also about losing the love of your life. That i know many people can identify with , the physical and emotional "exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul" according to the short story. My favorite part of the story and i hope others agree was her quote stating "she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature" mainly because I'm not sure people really acknowledge just how much we impose our will on others and also how much sacrificing really happens in that process. Also that love (a unsolved mystery) is a big cause for that, but we do it for those we love!!! Why is that??? And why is it, that once someone is gone; we as adult then choose to think of all the things that really mattered about that person or even how much you really loved them and they didn't even know it!!!! This story was great since the twist was, Mr. Mallard actually was not died and happened to be far from the accident on a whole and Mrs. Mallard was so over-joyed when he walked in that she "died of a heart disease- of the joy that kills." Bring me to my synopses of this story in which my point of view is the things that matter we should talk about now, in today for tomorrrow is not promised and everyone and everthing will not last so live in today and live it with purpose!!!! Or you will end up living with regret!!!!! So talk about the things that matter.. Anyone agree with me ????

weds home work early

      Their are a lot of things that have made me who i am today. and today you will only hear about three. The first dramatic thing that had happened to me was my mom and dad separating, them going through and divorce and a lot of you who know how divorce goes, there is a lot of going to court also. and with all the what was going on at that time. i became very distant to people. for the simple fact i couldn't trust no one. at the time i felt as if my dad can leave me and walk out on our family, anyone can. and when you love it hurts even more. so it was then i learned my trust no one policy. now its a lil different because i trust a lil but never fully. my is in my life now and has been for some years but it will never be the same as daddies little girl.

  The next experience that shaped who i am was really high school. high school in around the 11th grade year took a toll on me. i was really about focusing more on my books and not what my friends were into anymore and with that being the year that a lot of colleges look at i took it serious. but my friends at the time didn't. Due to the change in my new attitude i decided to fix my priorities and get my head in to my class work and book. They really didn't like that and one by one started to turn on me in a fighting way. to make a long story short, i had to change schools because i was fighting those girls left and right. Not because i wanted to. But due to the fact that back then i was never a punk, and never backed down for a fight. I also didn't take kindly to people telling me that they wanted to fight. Lol i was always ready to do what i had to at all times. But after my transfer to the new high school. It was a chance to start over and that i did. I was able to focus on my school work especially, since i didn't have any friends, something i really needed. Just me time. And when i did start making friend , they too were about there book. i learned about friends, and how to determine who is good for you and who isn't. And that sometimes you have to give up somethings or maybe even people to get to where you have to go without distracting you.

           and the last thing would be my little brother Stephan. he birth made me see a lil clearer as to what i just became. A older, big sister. He was born four years ago. so yes that makes him four, but he helped me to see that i have someone else looking up to me. someone following everything that i do. Mostly because my other brother Tajah who is 19, so not to far from my age, is now in Atlanta i am what he has right now.  He is becoming so smart and funny and so many other things that i want to be all that i can be for him so that he can learn to be a good person, always reach to higher levels in all that he does. i want to be a great role model for him because too has had a great impact on my life and has helped me to be who i am today and also trying to become...!

when i think of school, all i hear is essays

writing is not something i can say i am best at but i enjoy it sometimes. mostly when i decide to write my personal feelings on paper, that I'd rather not tell no one else, and other times when i am in the mood to write a a poem. (laugh) and oh my god, essays make my head hurt. (so i just had to laugh) i really wouldn't call myself a writer, but i can write to get my point across and my emotions out. well, i guess that does make me a writer. but with little interest. back in high school English class was my favorite subject, but i always hated when it came down to essays. i could write when it came down to  expressing my feelings, but it was just something about having to write a specific way, and about a certain topic that i always found difficult. but that was the past, back in high school. essays are really not that bad to me any more though. I've learned that you just have to know what you're really talking about. i wont say i am a great essay writer now because i still can use a lot of help so I'm hoping that my English class this semester can help a lot with that. our analysis thinking-sheet is very helpful. I'm Jamaican and i am proud to be one. i travel to Jamaica regularly every year. sometimes i get home sick. missing family so much. missing home. my favorite color is purple, pink, and red.i have others but those are my solid three. i also love to sing. its my passion and my more softer and soulful side. i just wished that i could write as good as i could sing(laugh). song writing ! not essays writing (laugh) but that too! (that's for you Donna) but really, i love to sing, and one day i know my voice will be heard world wide....... you just wait and see! or should i say listen!!!(smile)
                        but until next time,

                          its your girl shonty

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