Hi, my name is Bridget Barnes. Hoping this is a stepping stone to making my passion for writing a career.Feel free to leave a tip if you enjoy the story as much I enjoyed writing.
Tired, cold, hungry, in pain. My feet have torn through my shoes and have cuts and sores from hitting the tuff road. These once clean fitting clothes have turned into rags that are shedding off my body. From the time I started this journey; my smooth, young skin has become ruff, grey and cold. My once long and soft chestnut hair has knotted up into a grey nest. My feminine features have sagged and loosened. My once fit and peaceful body has tired and become incredibly painful to live in. This journey for purity and everlasting youth has taken my youth from me. Years spent on this road searching and waiting to taste from the desired fountain. Years wasted growing old on a road that has no end. Being a naive child, I believed the village tale of the winding road that lead to the silk water that when sipped by a selfless soul, gave them eternal youth.
The Ambiguous Mary Shelley: Friend or Foe
Over the course of two centuries Mary Shelley's Frankenstein has risen serious questions about science, life, morality and what makes a human. These questions can be argued and have been as to whether or not Shelly leaves us with satisfying answers by the end of the novel. By creating both Victor Frankenstein and the creature Shelley rises the most debated question of who is the true monster between the two. Lawrence Lipking however highlights the other side of the debate by mentioning the questions Shelley leaves us with such as “is Victor an idealistic hero or a destructive egotist? is the creature a natural man or an unnatural monster? what moral are we to draw from this strange story?” (Lipking 422-423). Lipking’s essay entitled Frankenstein, The True Story discusses that Shelley simply rises unheard of and profound questions especially for her time but leaves us with no satisfying answer for any of them. In contrast to Lipking I believe Shelley’s answers are ambiguous and are satisfying to an audience because of it.
High School: a four year period in everyone's life that will always be memorable for better or worse. We all remember the overcrowded halls filled with faces you've watched change and age. However what we didn’t see was each person’s own set of baggage they carry each and every day. You have the popular blonde holding the neglect of her oh too busy parents in her Michael Kors tote. Then there's the shy freshman carrying the weight of the world in a hand-me-down North Face. Let's not forget about the pressure to be perfect weighing down the senior football player’s Nike duffel. During those four crucial years it feels like everything will always be this way, whether it’s good or bad. Now wouldn't it be helpful as a 14-18-year-old carrying so much baggage to have someone help lift it? To have someone there for you when it feels like no matter how hard you try, you just can’t win.
What does it mean to be free? Seems like a rather simple and puzzling question to ask since we are all free. Aren’t we? What it means to be free is a concept that so many feel unreachable and others take for granted. In Zora Neale Hurston's novel, Their Eyes Were Watching God, Janie Crawford, the granddaughter of a former slave has grown up knowing the weight of the word freedom and the painful history behind it as an African American. Growing up not only black but a woman of the 30s has shown her a form of imprisonment that was tolerated by society at that time. Having been the wife to three different men over the cause of many years has shown her dependence upon others, and her lacking experience of living life alone. That is until the death of her second husband, Joe Starks, where she has for the first time in her life chosen to be independent from others especially men. This is the first time since she was a child that Janie is free.
The Lost Art of Reading
Bright digital light shines from all corners, projections of images filling the room like an endless flood. A once happy place filled with laughter and joy and hope now holds loneliness, disconnect and distrust. Four walls, four screens, one box with lovers who have turned to strangers. These are what Ray Bradbury called parlor walls. Television screens the size of a living room wall. Imagine living in the 1950s and welcoming this into your home. Thinking about it as a millennial in 2017 is absurd. We all know of the television and we all own one or two or maybe even three of them. Having a t.v that size is like a dream right? Having a whole room with images coming at you from every corner. News, entertainment, pop culture all presented to you whether you like it or not. No escape no way out. That is something I’m sure is not too hard to imagine. That would be because we already living like like that. That is the world we have created. This almost magical screen is what makes it possible for us to have all the gadgets in our pockets. This makes it very hard to fathom what life was like before we had all this technology. To think that instead of mindlessly keeping our eyes glued to a screen we had the power to know every wonder there ever was just by picking up a book.
Three Little Words
With or without love in our lives we are impacted by it and how it changes us as we grow into complex human beings. Love is a broad topic that has no real definition. It is ever changing; however, it has always been able to impact people’s lives—those who have experienced it in their own lives and those who aren’t as fortunate. Either way love has been able to affect who they have become as adults. If one who has never had love in their life was finally shown it, it could change who they become in the future. Love is something that we spend our whole lives trying to find and yet most of us don’t even know what it is that we are looking for. What really is love? That is a question that has many answers. Love is a remarkable feeling that you can’t put into worlds. It is a feeling that is different for all who are lucky enough to find it in their lives. This just shows the power behind this four letter word that we all take for granted.
The War on Textbooks
Since beginning college I have been faced with the harsh reality of money. The reality being I don’t have any and everything in this world has a price I must pay. A price we all must pay. Tuition has risen so much over the years that so many students either drop out or go into debt. Moreover, the price for textbooks have also been risen. Some books go for over $100 each and when you have six classes that is $600 you are forced to pay just for books. Most people who are attending college can’t afford that. There needs to be an alternative so students don’t go even further into debt over textbooks that half the time aren’t even used throughout the semester. An article in the Times by Kaitlin Mulhere discusses the alternative of eliminating printed textbooks at Maryland University College to save money for their 64,000 undergraduate students. Using online methods instead of printed textbooks is not only much more convent for a busy, traveling student but it can be one less thing they must worry about paying for. Mulhere states, “whether individual students are paying a literal 1,041 percent more today than they were in 1977 is not the question, said Mark Perry, a professor of economics at the University of Michigan who has tracked rising textbook prices for years. College textbook prices are increasing way more than parents' ability to pay for them. At the extreme end, one specialized chemistry textbook on his campus costs $400 at the campus bookstore.” This quote from Mulhere lays out for us the exact difference from the prices in the 70’s to the prices for textbooks now.