Jocelyn

In //The Great Gatsby// chapter 1 Gatsby tries to reach for the green light that helps as guiding light that leads him to his goal."...he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward —and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock. When I looked once more for Gatsby he had vanished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness."The green light symbolizes his hopes and dreams for the future. He also associates it with Daisy, whom he is trying to get back. In //Macbeth//, the __whole play__ just shows how much Macbeth changed in a short amount of time. He was a good guy in the beginning that ended up wanting power. Because of the prophecies given by the 3 witches, Macbeth is led to wicked thoughts. in the beginning it seemed like he knew what was right and what was wrong but he chooses to do wrong and then he cant justify his actions. From the //Kite Runner// : When Amir says "this was one chance to become someone who was looked at, not seen, listened to, not heard". I feel like this quote is very powerful and meaningful because Amir realizes that by him winning the tournament his father will approve of him. He thinks that from now on his relationship with his father will change and it does but not for long. The quotes literally means what it says, he wants to be looked at not seen and listened to not heard. being looked at and listened to are different thatn seeing and hearing.
 * My favorite poetic device in literature is...**
 * My favorite characterization in literature is...**
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//A Doll's House// : My favorite diologue would have to be in the third act almost at the end of the book. Nora is talking to Helmer and she realizes that they really arent meant to be. He doesnt understand her and neither does she. She tells him how in eight years this was the first time they actually had an actual serious conversation, most of the time he is just calling her silly names and be-littling her. to you that this is the first time we two, you and I, husband and wife, have had a serious conversation? beginning of our acquaintance, we have never exchanged a word on any serious subject .**Helmer.** Was it likely that I would be continually and forever telling you about worries that you could not help me to bear? have never sat down in earnest together to try and get at the bottom of anything. greatly wronged, Torvald--first by papa and then by you.**Helmer.** What! By us two--by us two, who have loved you better than anyone else in the world? thought it pleasant to be in love with me. papa, he told me his opinion about everything, and so I had the same opinions; and if I differed from him I concealed the fact, because he would not have liked it. He called me his doll-child, and he played with me just as I used to play with my dolls. And when I came to live with you-- papa's hands into yours. You arranged everything according to your own taste, and so I got the same tastes as your else I pretended to, I am really not quite sure which--I think sometimes the one and sometimes the other. When I look back on it, it seems to me as if I had been living here like a poor woman--just from hand to mouth. I have existed merely to perform tricks for you, Torvald. But you would have it so. You and papa have committed a great sin against me. It is your fault that I have made nothing of my life. you not been happy here? never really been so. There is more to the dialogue but i feel like this part was where Nora was in charge for the first time. She told him how she felt and it took them a long time for them to actually have a serious conversation. //Swallows of Kabul// had a great and powerful theme. The theme of the novel was that people can go through great extents for love. Atiq and Mussarat were together but Atiq didnt really love her, he was only with her for what she had done for him. when he meet Zunaira he fell in love with her and Musarrat noticed the big change that Atiq went through. Atiq wanted to help Zunaira out so he came up with a plan and Musarrat was willing to help because she wanted him to be happy and because she loved him. The actions just show how far someone can go for what they love.
 * My favorite dialogue in literature is...**
 * Nora.** We have been married now eight years. Does it not occur
 * Helmer.** What do you mean by serious?
 * Nora.** In all these eight years--longer than that--from the very
 * Nora.** I am not speaking about business matters. I say that we
 * Helmer.** But, dearest Nora, would it have been any good to you?
 * Nora.** That is just it; you have never understood me. I have been
 * Nora** (shaking her head). You have never loved me. You have only
 * Helmer.** Nora, what do I hear you saying?
 * Nora.** It is perfectly true, Torvald. When I was at home with
 * Helmer.** What sort of an expression is that to use about our marriage?
 * Nora** (undisturbed). I mean that I was simply transferred from
 * Helmer.** How unreasonable and how ungrateful you are, Nora! Have
 * Nora.** No, I have never been happy. I thought I was, but it has
 * My favorite theme in literature is...**

Who would have thought that a funeral would bring us together- this line is part of my short story im working so far. i feel like it ties the story in.
 * A favorite line of my own writing is...**


 * My favorite poetic device of my own is...**

It started in Chicago but it ended in Schiller Park.
 * A setting I would write about is...**

Issues within a family as in aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. I would probably write it about a personal story and how it has affected not only me but my immediate family as well. The problems began with religion and when we went against with what they thought/believed in. Most of my family is Roman Catholic and we were at a time but then we converted to Protestant and since then our family has drifted apart but that will change.
 * A conflict I would write about is...**

No matter what happens a family is a family. If a family member is in need there are others around to lend a helping hand.
 * A theme I would like to address is...**

-   “Oh how you have grown so much”, seems to be what I hear every time my relatives see me. I really can’t tell that I’ve grown so much since the last time I saw them, I mean I’m still the same girl I was last year, there really isn’t anything new. I still see them the same way but to hem it seems like I have changed. Ever since I was little my family was really close. There wasn’t a weekend where there wasn’t a family party or a reunion to go to. It got to the point where we would get some sort of invitation in the mail and we already knew what we were going to do for that weekend. The one weekend we decided to skip a family party my parent’s eyes were opened to a new religion. At that time we were all Catholic but then my immediate family and I converted to Protestants and our relationship with my relatives went downhill. Who would have thought that religion would cause a family to separate, a family who had such a strong bond? 

It was a drastic change, not only for me but for the rest of my family as well. One Saturday we were partying with them and the next one we were at church. I didn’t understand why we had converted but I did realize that I was barely getting to see my relatives, and when I did see them I felt awkward… like an outcast. It was as if we didn’t belong. I could feel the way they stared at us, as if we were some kind of disease. Instead of being happy to see us they would snicker and say “they prefer a religion than their own family”, after hearing that so many times I began to get mad at my parents for doing this to me. My brother, sister and I were so close to our cousins and at that moment I felt like it was my parents fault for our bond to change. I actually began to blame my parents and I felt like changing religion was the dumbest decision ever! I went from seeing my family every single weekend to only seeing them once maybe even twice a year. 

Years passed and little by little our relationship with them began to get better. We still only got to see them a couple times a year and when they saw us they were actually happy to see us, but they were also shocked that we actually came. Although they were in shock to see us we never failed to be there when they were in need, but when it came to another party we still kept our distance. Things continued to be this way until one day we were rejoined by an unexpected funeral.

Ring!!! Ring!!!! The sound of the phone in the middle of the night disturbed our sleep ring ring!! the sound of the phone in the middle of the night disturbed their sleep ring ring!! the sound of the phone in the middle of the night disturbed their sleep ring ring!! the sound of the phone in the middle of the night disturbed their s and to our surprise my aunt was on the other end of the line. Her voice was cracking and we could barely make out the words coming out of her mouth,. When she finally got it together she told us the bad news… a cousin had passed away. There was nothing but silence from both ends and suddenly we all began to cry. She told us that everything was going to be done fast, the wake and the funeral were going to be that weekend. The day of the wake came and once again they were surprised to see us there. Some of my nieces and nephews barely recognized us and it broke our hearts to know that they had no clue who we were. They would only say hi to us out of respect but then they would run to their parents and ask “Who are they?” while pointing at us. While my cousins were talking about what they did the past weekend, we were filling them in on all the details of our lives apart. It had gotten to the point where we were practically strangers. “We have to start seeing you more often not just on pictures over Facebook but in real life” was what my cousins were telling my siblings and I. We didn’t know how much that time away from each other had truly made our families drift.

We spent so much time at church that we never really got to say goodbye to my cousin who passed away. My family would always call and try to keep in touch but they knew that if we dint answer it was because were at church. We had so many opportunities to see one another but church took those chances away. The death of my cousin made my family and I realize that although church is important it is not everything. Now, every chance we get we are chatting amongst ourselves, catching up with what happened over the weekend and not what happened years ago. Instead of seeing them once, maybe even twice a year, we are committing to ourselves seeing them more often. Who would have thought that a funeral would re-unite a family? Sometimes something has to be lost for something else to be gained. ring ring!! the sound of the phone in the middle of the night disturbed their sleep 