Halloween Party Research Paper

In “The Hallowe’en Party” by Miriam Waddington and “The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson, symbols are used to illustrate the different themes that make appearances throughout both narratives. In “The Hallowe’en Party”, there is an underlying message of hope that is conveyed at various points, though the most prominent is when the farm land is introduced. As an immigrant, Mr. Luria was likely nervous and scared about the idea of moving to a new country that was completely different in terms of society and culture. Despite this, he was determined to settle in Canada which would explain his need to “… [search]… for landscapes that were like his old home” (Waddington). He found a piece of Russia in the farm land

explaining that the party was supposed to be a surprise and it got out of hand while they

“I thought you were by yourself, because I didn’t see your family. So I got nervous.”

Christmas break was right around the corner and everyone was talking about the senior Christmas dance. I was debating for weeks on whether I should go, but sadly it was too late when I finally decided I would go. All my friends at lunch were talking about their dresses. All I could do was sink down into my seat and try to block out their words. My good friend Megan noticed my glum face.

I am extremely disappointed in your behaviour. Your father rung me as soon as he found the house empty and the twins crying out for you. You should've considered your actions and what risks you were taking. If you had talked to me, we would've been able to negotiate the party and you may have been able to go. If you don't communicate with me, you won't even have a chance of being able to go to parties in the future.

“Alright, go ahead, but make sure to take your sister and don’t be late” she sighed as if I had worn her down but I could sense she was relieved.

Mrs. Warren and Mrs. Kelly let us sit by whoever we want which I liked. We sat down while Mrs. Warren and Mrs. Kelly explained where and what everything was. Then we got to color! That made me feel better! But then we got our lockers. I couldn't find mine! A few other kids and I couldn't find our lockers. I said to a teacher,

“I got some super-tight jeans. I just though she might want to check them out.” He stretched and so did his jeans.

"Please let me leave safely." I whispered. They didn't understand the depth of my plea. Sophia turned and looked at me like a mother would to her

“I am so happy you could make it tonight,” a tall blonde hair female said .

for a long time about it. “I guess I don’t really know!” she said with a scarily happy tone

Most people like parties and enjoy dancing with a 100 people around them but I do not enjoy them,I am Bardroy Venous and I have had some trouble in the past with socializing with others. Most of the time when i’m invited to a dinner party or some sort of gathering I ether go and stay away from the people that I don’t know (which is usual way more than half the people there) or I don’t go because of what had happened when I lived with my parents. Today is a costume party from one of the most famous doll makers in london, Shawnu Wangway and his wife Sofu Wangway,It started later at 7:30 so that gave me plenty of time to convince My Grandma and Aunt to let me stay. My Aunt wants me to go and have a good time with my cousin's LInda, Alexander, and Theodore so there possibly was no chance in getting out of this one but maybe there was.” So maybe can I stay to clean the mansion, and by the way you look fantastic this evening.” “ No Bardroy because no matter

I was so relieved and afraid when we made it back to Chicago Monday morning.There was a mini trial awaiting me along with all of the students, teachers and chaperones, Tuesday morning. The teachers and administration tried to sexualize the entire thing. After hearing from everyone the administration came to the conclusion that they couldn't prove anything sexual happened (because nothing did.) However, several students along with myself were in a lot of trouble because we went into the rooms of the opposite sex and organized a party for

“You look stunning,” I say, and I really do mean it. She politely thanks me, and walked back into our bathroom to apply more makeup. I pick up my watch from the bed and place it on my wrist.

Was I always this confident about my sexuality that one step into my room, one would know such a vulnerable fact about me?