“I love me Betty” Tituba yelled as she was accused of being the reason for Betty’s current state. Tituba may just be a slave, and not seen as important or intelligent in the town of Salem, but she has many characteristics in common with me. Although hers are caused by being taken out of her home in Barbados. I, much like Tituba are often seen as outcasts to those around us, but we accept what we are and still love the world around us, and accept others too, and for that reason follow others. Both Tituba and I are incredibly accepting individuals. Tituba cares for all of the people in her life, no matter how horribly they treat her. Her master, Reverend Parris, and his family are the closest thing she has to family, and because of that she is very loving towards them. I too am extremely loving towards my family and friends, and no matter how I am treated, I will love them the same. I feel that I am also very accepting due to the fact that I am a strong supporter of the LGBT+ community. Nothing someone does can make me judge them for being themselves, and I think that is a wonderful thing. …show more content…
In a modern day high school, I am considered to be an outcast, similar to how Tituba was an outcast in the town of Salem, due to her being a slave, The typical girl in today’s world is a simple pretty girl with the most expensive name-brand clothes, and often listening to boy bands. I, on the other hand, do not look anything like these girls in outward appearance, clothing style, or music taste.Personally, I feel like I am more alternative than the high school stereotype, and my music taste shows that more than anything. Although I may dress scary from time to time, and listen to loud music, I am a very quiet person, which makes it extremely difficult to make friends and avoid being an
You wouldn’t believe everything that's been going for the past two weeks. Remember Betty Parris? She fell into a “sickness” but I heard that there's something darker to the story… witchcraft. . Eventually she woke up and started screaming some nonsense about wanting her mother, who’s been dead for what feels like ages now. That's how you know something sinister is afoot. The only thing that could calm her down was Rebecca Nurse. I don’t know about you, but I think that's pretty suspicious that out of all the people in town, only Goody Nurse could get some sense into the child. Rumor has it that she was caught flying over the Ingersoll’s barn the just a few nights ago. That's just the beginning of it..
Slaves are aware of their positions in society and have the choice to comply with their masters’ demands in order to gain a greater benefit to themselves often in the form of physical protection from abuse. Within the plantation hierarchy, the house slave was considered higher up than field slaves due to their close proximity to the master (Hall 566). The house slave’s position in the plantation microcosm evoked not only favor from the master, but jealousy from the field slaves. The fair-skinned, house slave woman and her master’s control over her mental psyche is a defining factor of her identity in relation to the other slaves on the plantation. Linda Brent in Harriet Jacobs’ Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl is an excellent model of the mental bondage endured by light-skinned house slave women because she makes a conscious choice to continue her mental bondage in order to gain physical freedoms. Although many house slaves, like Linda, were granted physical freedoms, they experienced an unfathomable level of mental bondage that defined their character and prompted them to pick their own place in society.
At this time, Thomas and Ann Putnam come into the story and talk to Parris saying that their daughter Ruth has become sick too. Ann admits to sending Ruth to Tituba the slave, because he knows how to talk to the dead and she could find out who murdered her seven children that died while they were infants. When the adult leave, Abigail talks about Betty's illness with Mercy Lewis and Mary Warren who are servants of the Putnams.. Abigail threatens them and told them not to tell anything except about the dancing and that Tituba conjured Ruth's sisters. Then, Betty hears people singing psalms outside, and she begins to scream. Then Reverend Parris comes and realizes that Betty cannot bear to hear the Lord's name.
The memory of my brother will forever live on. This glove is his spirit and I will be damned if something happened to it. It still to this day amazes me how intelligent this boy was. The fact that he was younger and was more educated than me show the potential he truly had. And old Stradlater had the nerve to not appreciate my paper on his glove. That glove is the most precious memory I have of old Allie. It reminded me of his contagious laugh and smile that could rub off on any old phony. He had a sense a pleasing everyone around him with joy and happiness and it truly angers me greatly to see him taken from me.
Gasping. Fresh air fills Donnie’s lungs. Searingly cold. Donnie opened his eyes, a blinding white room occupies his vision. Again.
Connie, on the other hand, is a young teenage girl who doesn’t have enough love in her family and be attractive to older men, she is the main character in Joyce Carol Oates’ Where are you going, Where have you been.” Although these two characters are different in severial aspects, at the same time possess certain similarities that played important when choosing these two characters for the literary analysis. These two characters are good example of most teenagers who are out there struggling with finding their identity; all the young boys and girls who feel like they have to do certain thing things, engage in certain behaviors or be like certain people to find their position. If you questioned every young person you would find out that they all have one unique problem; the problem of rebellion, search for freedom and how to conform. They have found a solution to this problem by defying all social norms and leading a life where you want to be someone else. The issue of identity and clearly state one’s values and principles is a very difficult thing for most
She always getting into a fight with her mother all the time about her beauty, because she has a habit of looking at herself in the mirror wherever she found one, “…she had a quick, nervous giggling habit of craning her neck to glance into the mirror or checking other people’s faces to make sure her own was alright.” (126). Moreover, her mother always compares her with her sister, June, which makes she feel even more hatred toward her mother, “Why don’t you clean your room like your sister? How’ve you got your hair fixed – what the hell stinks? Hair spray? You don’t see your sister using that junk.” (126). Her mother, whenever she gossips on the phone with her aunties. They always admire June over her, “June did this, June did that, she saved money and helped clean the house and cooked, and Connie couldn’t do a thing, her minded was all filled with trashy daydreams.” (126). To them, June is always the best, because she is good at almost everything and Connie cannot do anything right. Therefore, when Connie’s mother says something or complaint about her beauty, she rolls her eyeballs and wishes that her mother was
It was around midnight when a couple awoke to noises coming from their daughter’s room. Thinking it was a burglar, the father ran to the room with the mother trailing behind. What they saw surprised them. Their daughter sat in the middle of the room clutching her stuffed bear she named “Timmy”.
“ Hay Gloria, I was calling to see if you wanted to hang after school today.”
We were seated under the green dinning tent. “Will you have lime juice or lemon squash?” My husband of eleven years had asked us. We both responded, wanting a gimlet. The two men had continued on with their conversation as the mess boy started on the drinks.
And then, neutraling gravity with love and pure will, they remained suspended in air inches below the ceiling, and they kissed each other for a long, long time…
Mile after mile my old life is whizzing past just out of my grasp. As Gail Sheehy had said, “If we don’t change we don’t grow. If we don’t grow we aren’t really living.” Right now I really don’t want to grow, well actually I do want to grow because I’m only 4’8 and I want to grow really tall, but that’s not the point. The point is I miss my friends and I’m nervous that 7th grade might be difficult not meaning the assignments will be hard but the experience I mean I’m only 10. Literally I can count my age on my fingers! But, I was reading Shakespeare at 5 and was able to speak 9 different languages at 7. Still I played with the same LEGOs as every other kid (except I build scale models of famous monuments). I still learned how to ride a bike the same way as most kids (shortly after I built my own bike). I just wish I was treated normally, literally most people treat
Mrs. Turpin shows prejudice in several different aspects of her life. Her prejudice is first seen when she is in the doctor’s waiting room. The story states that “her little black eyes took in all the patients as she sized up the seating situation.” (339) While in the waiting room, Mrs. Turpin is surrounded by people of many different cultural and social backgrounds. As she gazes around the room Mrs. Turpin immediately begins putting the people into categories. Some she called “white trash”, others were wealthy and pleasant, and the remainder such as Mary Grace, were ugly. Most of Mrs. Turpin’s free time is also filled with prejudice thoughts. The story states that “Mrs. Turpin occupied herself at night naming the classes of people.”(341) She spends so much of her life judging other’s lives that she does...
My tongue is swollen from every time I’ve bit it. Hoping not to insult those who never showed me the same cutesy. My eyes are bloodshot from all the slinet soft tears I’ve shed in the bathroom stall on the far left of the room. Hoping those that caused them can’t hear me, and berate me further.
At the beginning of middle school, my shyness led me to be secluded with very few people. I was the kid who sat alone in the cafeteria and ate my lunch quietly. One day, however, a group of kids approached me and sat down. I remember their warm smiles and the way they talked to me. From then on, they included me in all of their activities and were always so kind and caring. They helped me break free from my insecurities. I was always afraid of not being able to fit in, but through them, I realized that I just needed to be who I was. I knew there were more people like me in the world who needed an opportunity to express themselves. I recognized the importance of accepting the identity of others since it makes each person a unique being who carries their own story that can’t be interpreted just by their appearance. The only reason why I can have my