Why live in hate? Why regret those things that you have done, live in mourning of them? Why not work with them, enjoy every second you have to live; if someone you know has died, don’t let your last memory of them be postmortem, commemorate them on how they lived, good and the bad, let them live eternally through your joy, you know why? That’s what ( Read more... )

I’ve learned much from this class, much from my classmates as well as my professor.

I learned the ways of better writing, the ways of better friendships, and most of all bettering myself. I may not have come away unscathed, but I won’t let a few educational nicks and scrapes get me down, I’ll become whatever it is that I want to be throughout the ( Read more... )

As shocking as it is that Antigone dies at the end of her self-titled play……

I think the more shocking aspect is her father, Oedipus Rex!

I mean, like Ohmygod! Her father is her brother.

In all seriousness, if this was around today, it’d be too scandalous for any soap opera, and if it was in one, it would make the headlines. Either way, Antigone is a ( Read more... )

Gaudy jewelry, 24ct. diamonds, fake smiles, and cliché family portraits. Platinum blondes, silicon chests, botox injections, and a doll’s house. We all know these familiar terms, that fake, disgusting smell you get when you walk into their houses-and no I’m not talking about the smell of bile that lingers after each meal. I’m talking about trophy ( Read more... )

Tragedy.

Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, Antigone, Shakespeare. These are all names that come to mind when I think of tragedy. Even the word comes through the mouth like a knife slicing through the air, turning it sour with death, mourning, and a loss of compassion. Ideas are portrayed, character flaws are brought to the surface, and people die off like ( Read more... )

There was once a day when a person’s ambitions did not cost another’s well-being, when their intentions were pure and ideas were not of a selfish breed. This day was only in fairy tales, in the imagination of the believer. It is not truth nor will never be so.

It is said that there is beauty in life, in the most tainted souls, the most disgusting ( Read more... )

Did anyone else get that the short story, "The Yellow Wallpaper" was about the effects of LSD? Maybe it was just obvious to me….

Anyways, I will not scold you on the effects of hallucinogenic drugs, I’d much rather talk about literature.

Or maybe I will talk to you about drugs-that seem more interesting anyways. I’m not quite sure if Gilman was paid ( Read more... )

How are you doing today? :D
That doesn't sound too good. :(
Well maybe you should take some medicine then. :P

As it is always going to be and always has been, we need help identifying moods when it comes to our frequent texting, because you know, we aren’t a very perceptive nation anymore.

Maybe it came with the laziness that accumulates with modern ( Read more... )

                Why is that we are allowed to make assumptions based on those appearances? Why is it that the unbiased or usually the most biased and labeled with scholarly intentions? Personally, I’d rather take my reputation from some underprivileged working-class everyman, than some douche in a cardigan who thinks reciting an article with ( Read more... )

  When first reading the title, “The Story of An Hour”, my first thought was, “Challenge Accepted!” When I finally realized that it wasn’t literal, that the title didn’t actually mean that it would take an hour to read, I was somewhat disappointed. That is, until I realized just how much importance the title actually had; that it was about all the ( Read more... )