Point of View Tell-Tale Heart

 The Evil Eye?

   In  The Tell-Tale Heart, the narrator is telling the story. It's his point of view. From his POV, I feel  like a cannot trust the narrator for 1 reason. HE'S CRAZY! This narrator believes that an eye is evil, and because of this, he must kill the old man? Multiple times he says that he's not mad, and I really don't think that. I mean, who else kills someone for  their eye?

    The this story, we interpretive it as a creepy, crazy story from the narrator's point of view. But what if the point of view changes? If the POV was from the old man's POV, it would be a pretty calm story until the end when he is randomly killed in the night. I would sound something like this….

     Life was quiet in my lovely house. A week off silence and calmness. But then on the eighth night, I settled down for a quiet sleep, startling awake at a small sound in the night.

    "Who's there?" I asked into the pitch black air of midnight. I tried hard to not freak out. "It is nothing but the wind in the chimney-it is only a mouse crossing the floor. It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." My words didn't help, but slowly I relaxed. That was not the right thing to do. A moment later, something charged at me. To didn't have a chance. The person dragged me on the ground. I struggled to move, to talk, to breathe. The person pulled the bed on top of me. That was it. Silence.

Point of View Short Respond

     Through Different Eyes

    

       In So Far from the Bamboo Grove, the story is being told by a little Korean girl named Yoko. From her point of view, it shows how the children then had to deal the stress and work when war was around. Her and her class have to dig ditches and her family prepares emergency  kits, both in case of bombings.

      From her view of things, life is tough then, especially for a little kid. She also has her dad in war and her brother wanting to join. She has to perform for the wounded soldiers for the war, one of which is the soldier with a disfigured face. For a girl whose twelve, it is a lot to handle.

      But what if the story was from another character's point of view? How would it change the story. How about, the mom. From her point of view, she is wise and has to protect her two daughters from the danger of war. This poor mother also has to worry about her husband and now her son.

      How would a scene change from the mom's point of view?  I pick the scene where the invading soldier burst into Yoko's house and take  anything that they have that's metal.

   I was enjoying some quiet time, when Yoko was practicing her Japanese writing when angry police officers burst through the door.

"We are here to collect metal. Iron, bronze, silver, and gold" I stood there, bewildered at what was happening. The police officer yelled at me. I quickly grabbed my husband's treasured silver ashtray set. He throw the ashtray in a box and demanded more. I found my bronze flower vase and plucked my pretty arrangement of flowers out one by one. The police officer rushed me.

  I handed him the vase. He wanted more. I found my heavy metal frog and put it inside the box. I wanted to cry. The police officer saw my good glasses that were lined with gold. The police officer demanded them. I handed them to him, soon becoming as blind as a bat. I could only make out the police officer, throwing a few more things in the box and Yoko, fists clenched.

  Suddenly,Yoko sprang at the officer and bit him hard in the arm. He screamed, but Yoko still held on. He shook her off and I went towards him. No one hurts my family. But soon he pushed me down, making me feel defenseless. The officer walked over to where Yoko lay and kicked her in the side with his hard army boots.

   Hours passed before she woke. I, finally back on my feet, looked at her. I could of saved her from this.  We called I doctor and he said she had a cracked rib. Oh, my little one.

Poem Short Responce

              Don't give up Dreams!

      This poem  say how life without dreams is horrible. Without dreams, you have nothing to try to accomplish in life. As the poem says," life is a broken-winged bird , that cannot fly" and "a barren field, frozen with snow" when you don't have dreams.

       The meaning of this is to show how broken and empty life is when dreams vanish. When you have a dream, you have to follow them, no matter how crazy they are. When people tell you to give up, you can't, because life is unbearable without a dream. I know I'm sounding dramatic, but it's true. How do you have to accomplish anything in life without anything to try to accomplish?

       But this poem's mood is a sad poem, and it's almost like the author is saying this from experience. The tone is very inspiring and good advice for people who are about to give up their dreams.

"Mother to Son" Short Respond

The Broken-up Stairs

           The "Mother to Son" Poem says a lot. Its figurative language says how the perfect life is a crystal staircase, smooth, shiny, with nothing to collide into. Absolutely no problems what so ever. But is anyone's life like that? For this mother, her life is just the opposite.  A broken up stairs with tacks and splinters. The purpose of this is to represent how a hard and troublesome life is that bad staircase that no one wants, but some of us have to climb those stairs. But the way the mom says this poem is in a very inspiring mood and has a calm tone when she says it.

Creative Piece

Author's Note: To understand this story, you should read "Nicky and the Gem of Truth" before you read this story. It should be in my older posts.

Nicky and the Gem of Truth 2

            I stand up, wiping the tears that are streaming down my face. She’s kidnapped, I thought, this whole time she’s been kidnapped. So I really do have a mother. My heart lifted and I felt of hope, but it didn’t last.

The walls of the cave started shaking, crumbling away. Chucks of rock fell from the ceiling, while a loud rumbling pounded in my ears. I grabbed the Gem of Truth and stuffed it into my backpack. Then, I ran, ran out of the cave. I ran past an entrances to the 2 other tunnels and up the stone stairs. I crawl through the entrance of the cave right before it closes. I stand and wipe off  small fragments of rock that still cover my clothes. There I was, at the base of the mountain again.

But I was torn. I loved my dad, but he had lied about everything. Would do I do now? I thought. Well, the only thing I can do now is go home. But how could I go home. See my dad, with his stupid grin saying “Oh Nicky, I really missed you” and blah blah blah. But I had to; I just had to face him.

Besides, I have the upper hand here, right? I mean, he did commit a crime. I had to go home and call the police. Yeah, I’ll do that. I flew back, just barely with enough money. Strangely, I sat by an old man that smelled like a goat again. We landed in New York late that night. I took a taxi back home. I went up the elevator to the 6^th floor and trudged through the hall to our apartment. I opened the door and fell onto the couch

“DAD!!!” I hollered, but all there was was silence. “Where is he?” I whispered to myself. Suddenly, he burst through the door, sweat dripping from his forehead and breathing heavily.

“Nicky!! Where have you been?!?!?!?” he shrieked, furiously stomping across the floor to the cough. “I just ran all the way to the police department and back. I thought you were kidnapped!!!”

            “You know all about kidnapping!!! You kidnapped mom!!!!” I couldn’t stop the words from coming out. They were there, and I had to say them. Dad gave me a weird look that turned into an I’m-hiding-something-from-you smile. He gave me a big bear hug.

            “Now why would you think that? You’re just tired, huh, Nicky? Come on, you can tell me where the heck you were after a little nap” dad said calmly, his voice soft. I pushed away from him.

            “No!! Stop it!!! You did it, you kidnapped mom!!! You lied all these years, for what? Why did you kidnap her? Why Dad!?!?!?” I screamed at the top of my lungs. For a second, he just stared at me. Next thing I know, he grabs me the covers my mouth with his giant hand. I try to scream, but my voice is trapped.

            Dad slowly whispers in my ear, “Listen Nicky, no one needs to know about this, ok? Now, you go to your room and take a nap and we’ll act like this is all a dream, huh? Understand?” I do understand, but I’m not forgiving him just yet. I pull myself out of his grasp and run. Out the door, down the hall, down the stairs (no time to wait for the elevator), out of the lobby and into the outside city. I hear dad behind me the whole time. He did do it. He did kidnap mom. And now he wanted me to hide this little secret, no way.

“Get back here Nicky!” he yells as we run through the crowded sidewalks. But I’m smarter than that. But the problem is, I have nowhere to go. Or maybe I do. All I have to do is take 86^th street and I’m there. I thought, running as fast as I could. People gave me dirty looks as I run through the sidewalks. I cruised up 86^th street, dad hot on my tail. I pushed the door of the police station open and quickly spoke to the police officer at the front desk

“My dad…he…he kidnapped my mom…and, he...he…tried to hide it…and...and you need...you need to arrest him!!” I said, out of breath. Dad burst into the police station.

“I don’t know what my daughter told you, but she’s clearly losing it. I’ll just get her to the doctor as soon as…”

“Stop! Both of you!! Now sit down.” the police man hollered. “Now, we are going to get this straightened out. And sir, if your daughter is telling the truth, you are going to be put under arrest.” Both of us said our stories, I said about my mother, and the Gem of Truth, and how it showed my dad kidnapping her. Dad looked at me the whole time, probably knowing that I was true. When dad’s turn to speak came, he said how I wasn’t there when he came home and how he found the note. Then he said how he knew that it was obviously a fake note and that he just had to come and find me. He then said that when he was just about the give up hope, his little girl was home acting all crazy saying that he kidnapped mom when mom had been dead for years (liar).

I sat there, about to punch him for saying that about me, but I kept cool. He would be under arrest soon. But wait, could I really arrest my dad? The one who fed me and cared for me my whole life? No, he wouldn’t be my only parent if he hadn’t kidnapped mom in the first place. So, what were my choices then? Arrest my caring/lying father and try to find mom again or not arrest him and know this horrible truth my whole life?

“Mister Police Officer, unlike my dad, I have proof,”I say reaching for my backpack while my dad and the police officer give me a curious look. I pull out Gem of Truth and hand it to the police officer. Dad swallows hard; He definitely was scared now. The gem sparkles and shines brightly. I say the same words that I said in the cave.

“Show me how my mom died”. Dad and the Police officer stared at the gem in wonder. It flashed the image of my tied-up mom being thrown into a van by dad and another man driving away.

“Do you now this man sir?” the police officer clearly knowing who was right now, me. Dad sweated like crazy, and said nothing to the police officer. He just sat, making me feel even guiltier for telling on him. Snap out of it Nicky! He kidnapped mom! You have to do this.

            Suddenly the police officer whipped dad out of his chair and quickly hand cuffed him. He pulled dad to a room at the end of the hallway. I followed; I wanted to hear him spill out everything.

            “Now sir,” the police officer urged, “Can you tell me how this all happened. Remember, no matter what, you’re under arrest, so you might as well tell me so that you have something for court."

         “Well,” Dad mumbled “It started when my wife and I were deciding to divorce. We already had Nicky back then and we didn’t know who she would stay with.”

            “Why would she have to go with just one of you? Couldn’t you just have her switch from parent to parent?” the police officer said questionably.

            “Because Maria wanted to move to Arizona after we divorced. She also wanted Nicky. But I couldn’t give away my little girl. So I called up my friend and we took care of her. And since I’m not going to have Nicky while I’m in jail, Maria might as well have her. Maria is in a small house in Northern Arizona. Hey, that’s where she wanted to go. That’s also where my friend Carl is too. Nicky, I also watch the news a lot because I just wanted to make sure that Carl and I were never caught. But that doesn’t matter now, does it.” Every word stung me like a bee. He did all that, to keep me. Even guiltier.

            Dad was soon put into jail for kidnapping. The police found mom in Arizona and arrested Carl as well. Mom returned home and we live together now in dad’s apartment. I told her the whole story and she said that she was super proud of me for saving her. I still see dad every year in jail, but we barely talk. He says “How are you doing?” I say “fine” “How’s school” “Good”. That’s about it. But besides dad in jail and mom here at home, I still can’t believe that I busted him and saved her. Hey, I owe it all to the Gem of Truth.

Animal Farm Comparitive Essay

Taking over

Throughout history, there have been harsh and cruel leaders, and because of them, people have always tried to rise up to these leaders. But there are two rebellions that are the most interesting. One, a fairy tale of a farm of animals that takes over their ruthless master. The other, an invasion of Cuban exiles trying to over throw their old government. The book, Animal Farm, and the historical event, the Bay of Pigs invasion, are very similar.

Both were rebellions on their inconsiderate and harsh leaders. In Animal Farm, the over-worked farm animals of Manor Farm over-throw their master, Jones, turning it into Animal Farm (38-43). In the Bay of Pigs invasion on April 17, 1961, 1500 exiles of Cuba rebel against their cruel government, but got stopped by Castro’s fierce army (Bay of Pigs Invasion).

Along with this, both rebellions had someone who planned them. The Bay of Pigs invasion was planned by Dwight Eisenhower in 1960 (Sierra). In Animal Farm, Major the pig planned the rebellion against man shortly before his death (28-35).

But don’t forget, there were also two people embarrassed because of these rebellions. From the failure of the Bay of Pigs invasion, President John F. Kennedy was embarrassed in front of the whole world (Sierra). Believe it or not, someone in Animal Farm got embarrassed too. When Jones was thrown out of Manor Farm, well, now Animal Farm, he was embarrassed. You would too if you were beaten up by farm animals. But Jones moved away, to a different part of the country, as it says a few times in the book (127).

But each of these rebellions had some devastated deaths along with them. In the Bays of Pigs invasion, over 100 out of 1500 exiles died while fighting against Castro’s ruthless army (Bay of Pigs Invasion). In the book Animal Farm, only a few animals died in the fight against the humans (109).

Both the Bays of Pigs invasion and the book Animal Farm rebellion are very similar. Both had the score to settle with their leaders and both wanted to fight for what was right. They were both fighting for a rebellion, a change, a chance to take over.

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