Part I
The underlying moral of this story, in my perspective, is the fact that what goes around, comes around. The reason the setting in the second half is so important because it determines her fate, and she is alone with no one to help her. The reason Connie's character draws you in is because of her beligerant disrespect, which really bugs me, and her sense of the world revolves around me when ironically, yet usually true in most cases, she is completely insecure herself. I know people like her, and they have a tendancy to tick me off at times. What makes me like her, is that alot of edina girls can relate to her, and she is a hottie. She was asking for trouble because of her complete lack of respect. The larger topics being adressed throughout Carol Oates' story was not only a satirical aspect of the egoistic side to society, but the realistic result of what people recieve when asking for trouble. This story appeals to such a great amount of people because a little bit of Connie is in all of us, and in many case, alot of Connie. What actually happens at the end of the story in my opinion is simply karma. Arnold Friend seems to represent the devil in our society, by the way they described his stretched and mask-like face, and how he stands at an unnatural angle. It seemed as if the devil came to make her pay for her sins, and Oates is trying to depict that as a realization of the reality of karma.
Part II
1) Emphasizing character detail: draws readers in/catches their attention.
2)An underlying morality/truth to the story.
3)Characters with satirical truth to society.
4)A strong identification of key characteristics.
5)Fate plays a key roll within the story.
6)Threatening actions are taken, aggrivating the reader.
7)Underlying symbolism
8)Life truths are revealed
9)The environment reflects relevance to the story.
10)Fate is appropriately played out, resolving the conflict.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Wakin up with the sun rise,
And down to the lake I drive.
I grab my rod and top off my coffee,
Toss my waders on and I'm off.
The way my line dances across the stream,
Watching makes me feel my entirety, a dream.
Like when you touch me, it breaks my shell until im bare,
Picks me up, dances from my nose through my hair.
It's out of my hands, and into your heart babe,
We'll hold our stance and never part.
I'm lettin loose and control is fading,
I'm embracing cause im so damn sick of waiting.
Outta my hand's and into your heart.
And down to the lake I drive.
I grab my rod and top off my coffee,
Toss my waders on and I'm off.
The way my line dances across the stream,
Watching makes me feel my entirety, a dream.
Like when you touch me, it breaks my shell until im bare,
Picks me up, dances from my nose through my hair.
It's out of my hands, and into your heart babe,
We'll hold our stance and never part.
I'm lettin loose and control is fading,
I'm embracing cause im so damn sick of waiting.
Outta my hand's and into your heart.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
One Leaf Down Tonight

Verse:
The leaves are turning brown.
Quiver tree, throw your branches upon the ground.
The frost aligns the river side.
One leaf falls, and down she glides.
No ripple no sound, just one leaf down tonight.
I can see her there, as she takes off her wear.
One foot after another, into the icy thunder.
No ripple no sound just one leaf down tonight.
Chorus:
Though the snow covered hills,
Are rollin' away,
Time stands still,
upon this untouched day.
Though the snow covered hills,
they are rollin' away,
A voice sings strong,
upon this undying day.
Verse:
Sometimes it makes me wonder,
Sometimes it makes me cry.
Beneath all that beauty,
One feels as if they could die, erase, finalize.
And make no ripple or sound, just one leaf down tonight.
Upon this icy ground,
Dont you fall tonight.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
TCARR'S JOURNAL
"WE ALL HAVE THE ABILITY; THE DIFFERENCE IS HOW WE USE IT."
how do you summon your true ability? through friends? sports? family? etc...
how do you summon your true ability? through friends? sports? family? etc...
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