As I sat down the night that you gave us this
assignment in my house in Bridgewater, and i asked my father"how did you
meet mom." It seemed as thiugh he was traveling back into time, until he
was eighteen years old again meeting my mother for the first time. He
began to tell a story that describes how my life came about.
"And it all began on a cold September night like tonight"as my
father said when he and my future mother Denise Rupp met for the first
time. They met at a taxi cab stand because at the time being my dad was a
taxi cab driver in Stoughton. My parents talked for a little while, about
what is unknown to me. A few days later my mother came back to the stand
and asked my father for a ride home. While driving home they talked about
my dad being from South of Boston and what he was doing in Stoughton.
"When I arrived at her house i asked her for her number," my mother being
the nice lady that she is gave it to him.
After that they began to go out and the rest is destiny. This story
says that us being an American citizen, we can make the decisions and
choices on who we date. Whereas in other countries they have had their
marriages planned since the day they were born and in some instances maybe
even sooner. It also representes the freedom that we have in our country
and always will.
house sits a small pond, that I haven't paid much attention to since i
have moved into my house at the beginning of the summer. I neglected the
true meaning of this pond. It's more than something that just lies behind
my house. To me this pond became my "thinking spot." I began to observe
the pond atleast once a day for a period of two weeks. Each day there was
something new for me there. A dull day never passed at the pond, something
was always happening or i was making new discovories.
No one visits this pond to enjoy the wonders that it has, the freedom
that it endures or sees the changes that it undergoes. The Fall season is
so peaceful but yet it is so hectic. The animals are getting ready to try
to survive the cold winter season and the leaves begin to fall off of the
trees. The day of Thanksgiving I noticed something unusual about the pond.
Someone threw a bag of trash out the window into the pond. I thought to
myself "how can someone be so disrespectful to nature and throw a Burger
King bag into the pond?"
Many may say that the pond in my backyard is just a pond, but it
stands for something much greater than that. The pond stands for freedom.
It displays freedom because no animal or insect is being forced to be
there. They are there on their free will. They have the decision on what
to eat, where to go and where to sleep. Ironically enough just as we do in
America. With all of this freedom they also have some restraints as we do.
Everybody may be free at the pond but Im sure that they do not live care
free. They have worries and concerns just like us Americans. Animals and
insects wondering if the pond one day will be destroyed, just like we
worry if one day the United States one day will be destroyed.
After visiting this pond for two weeks it has grown on me and I
believe that i will be coming here on a regular ocassion, to sit and
think. This pond will bring new adventures to me and bring new meaning to
me when the season of winter comes.
Dickinson’s lifetime she wrote 1,775 poems, out of all of her poems only
seven were published. Dickinson’s possessed a clear sense of purpose and
devoted most of her time writing poetry. In the final stages of her life
she dressed only in white and was reluctant to let anyone see her. When
she died in 1886, her sister discovered poems in Dickinson’s drawers. Four
years later her first book was published. Poems such as “ I heard a fly
buzz when I died, Because I could not stop for death, My
life closed twice before its close, and The soul selects her own society,”
were all published in her books. In the poem “ The Soul Selects her own
society” Dickinson captures the running theme of death.
One way she shows death as a running theme is by using metaphors.
“then shuts the door-/ to her present no more” meaning that they will shut
the door on the coffin
and close her to the world, her body will no longer present to the world.
“ she notes the chariots- pausing/ at her low gate.” When she begins her
accent into heaven being
picked up by the chariots and delivered at heavens gates Seeing what
others have never seen before and solving the mystery of what heavens gate
really looks like.
Another theme she displays is her belief in her religion. Dickinson
believing that when you die you are placed infront of a King or some sort
of God. Where then the decision is made on where you will go. “Unmoved- an
Emperor be kneeling/ Upon her mat-.” Kneeling on the mat presented as if
your whole life is being judged at that very
I’ve known her-from ample nation
Then- close the valves of her attention-
Now the poem is as if the Emperor is speaking saying that he has known
Dickinson and has seen what she has done in her life the good and also the
bad that she has done. She
will now be judged for that. All throughout her life making decisions and
once those decisons were made there was no going back on them. Dickinson
like many of us made
her mistakes but she also did her good deeds as well.
Dickinson did not have a chance to see how her writing effected her
readers. She was a very personal person and if it was not for her sister
we would not of known of many of the poems that she had written. Many
people may argue that she may be one of the best American poets.