Personal Narrative: Raven

One beautiful night, a small wolf was born, but, she was different from her brothers and sisters, her coat was purple, so, they named her Raven. -A few years later-

“What? How can they do this to me? That’s my face and that’s my dress but that’s not my body,” defines the eighth episode of the second season of the early 2000’s show That’s So Raven. This episode disproves individual opportunity by showing that your body size can affect how you are treated and received as a professional and that you cannot be successful without being the correct size. I will prove individual opportunity is a myth by giving examples and statistics similar to those provided in this episode and by examining how many people can be considered successful or wealthy at a larger clothes size in comparison to those with a smaller size.

Have you ever read a book and thought, ‘this character is not believable’? Well that is not the case for the narrator in Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven.” “The Raven” is an intriguing poem written about a person who is visited by a raven that only says “nevermore.” The narrator in “The Raven” is a realistic character due to Poe’s use of relatable character traits, such as depression, fear, and the narrators questions about the situation.

The entire poem including the first stanza, as scanned here, is octametre with mostly trochaic feet and some iams. The use of a longer line enables the poem to be more of a narration of the evening's events. Also, it enables Poe to use internal rhymes as shown in bold. The internal rhyme occurs in the first and third lines of each stanza. As one reads the poem you begin to expect the next rhyme pushing you along. The external rhyme of the "or" sound in Lenore and nevermore at then end of each stanza imitates the haunting nature of the narrator's thoughts. The internal rhyme along with the same external rhyme repeated at the end of each stanza and other literary devices such as alliteration and assonance and

Poe’s captivating word choices constitute an atmosphere of mystery. According to, “The Raven,” Poe writes, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;— Darkness there and nothing more.” This creates an air of abstruseness as the narrator thought he knew who was at his door but when he opened it no one was there, thus leading him to not be sure about who was at his door. Furthermore, in “The Raven,” Poe continues by writing that when the narrator peered into the darkness he whispered Lenore and he heard something murmur back the word Lenore. The reader can conjecture from this information that an air of puzzle as the narrator doesn’t know who is at his door and who replied to him.

Noted for its supernatural atmosphere and musically rhythmic tone, “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe was first published in 1845. Once published, “The Raven” made Edgar Allan Poe widely popular, although he did not flourish financially. Poe received a large amount of attention from critics, who not only interpreted, but critiqued his work. He claimed to have structured the poem logically and systematically, so that the poem would appeal to not only critical tastes, but popular as well.

In “The Raven,” poet Edgar Allen Poe employs a variety of literary devices such as imagery and symbolism. Poe uses these devices to portray the mood of the poem. Throughout the poem he discusses the problems he is having with the loss of his wife.

Traditionally ‘Raven’ has been presented as the bringers of betrayal, disharmony, misfortune, and death; and the ‘Crow’ is presented to be the representation of death and the all the darker aspects of your character. But unlike crow, the raven is also presented in mythology as clever, mystical beings, full of power and wisdom.

As an elementary school student, I did not have many friends. I had not been with my classmates since preschool, so I was an outsider from the start. Being so young and ignorant, I did not really see that I was bullied, disliked, and unwanted, however, as I became more mature I realized that these people I would spend 8 years of my life with looked for anything to nitpick, from my rupunzelesque hair to my love for drawing. Come middle school, I finally and completely understood the animosity, and still sat alone at lunch, worked alone in class, replied with silence to their words, and when I was even assaulted I did nothing more but shrug it off and try to ignore it. However, when I would come home in the evenings I would retreat to my bedroom where it would all hit me at once. The anguish led to rivers of tears, insomnia, low grades, a refusal to leave my home, and eventually even suicidal tendencies. My drawings became graphic, about suicide, loneliness, and the anger I felt. The school believed I had ADHD, my parents believed it was just a phase, but they were blinded by their own problems at the workplace.

My little sister Anita was born at the time and having a baby sibling around made me feel like a big kid or a parent. I loved holding her and feeding her with a bottle my mom taught me to do while she worked at a night shift (maturation). My fourth grade year is probably the time I went through the most out of my elementary school years. I found out things were getting hectic between my parents. I would see them fight almost every day about money, cheating, and where did they go in their free time. One night when my mom came home from grocery shopping they were verbally fighting and yelling at each other. I heard it from the living room and I went into the kitchen to see them. All of a sudden, I just saw my dad pushed her into the ground and started beating her. She eventually escaped from his grip and ran into my sister’s room. She called the police and they came and arrested him for assault. I couldn’t do much because I just stood there witnessing in shock. They divorced in October while it was the beginning of my fifth grade year. I started to go through depression since the whole thing happened. I grew bitter, unmotivated for school, and even crueler towards my family and animals. I had terrible grades in my report card and I tend to get embarrassed with my teacher yelling at me. I cried over the smallest things that would happen in class. People started giving me sympathy but then got tired of it because it happened often. Around the winter time my mom started to

The poem, “The Raven,” written by Edgar Allen Poe shows the deep depression and confusion that the narrator is experiencing since the death of his beloved wife. The gloomy setting of the poem predicts the visit of the Raven, whom is a sign of misfortune, darkness, and death. Throughout the poem, the narrator is continually mourning his wife, Lenore. He secretly hopes that the Raven will bring good news regarding his wife and his future; however, the Raven informs him that he will forever remain depressed. Furthermore, Poe uses setting, strong word choice, and symbolism to illustrate the Raven as the messenger of darkness and explain the narrator’s emotional state.

I am Mira Raven and I live in an old shed in New York City. I am a middle-schooler and most people know me as a thief. One cold January day, I was walking home from school to go to my little shed and I saw an antique shop. I decided to go into the shop. I walked in and saw this digital watch with ravens on it but it looked brand new. I had no money so I looked around and all I saw were little blinking lights that filled the whole store. I touched the watch and quickly put it on. Then all the lights went towards me and started to bite me. I ran out of the store and into the busy streets of New York but they were still on my tail. I decided to try to tricked them and turned quickly down an alleyway but they still chased me. Then when there was

It was apparent by his demeanor he was having a good time. Relaxed spinning around the room in a chair while everyone else made sure everything was running smoothly. She didn’t bother talking to him, she could tell he wasn’t listening to what she was saying, she was sure even if he didn’t have music blasting from the speaker he would still act like he didn’t hear her. So Raven did what she did best, she simply rolled her eyes as she shook her head. She would save the yelling at him for when the music was over with.

“The Raven” is a magnificent piece by a very well known poet from the 19th century, Edgar Allan Poe. Poe was well known for his dark and haunting poetry. Along with writing poetry, Poe was also recognized for his Gothic-style short stories. “The Raven” is one of Poe’s greatest accomplishments and was even turned into recitals and numerous television appearances. “The Raven” tells a story about an unnamed narrator whose beloved Lenore has left him. A raven comes at different points throughout the poem and tells the narrator that he and his lover are “Nevermore.” Poe presents the downfall of the narrator’s mind through the raven and many chilling events. By thorough review and studying of Edgar Allan Poe’s work, one can fully understand the

When I was in kindergarten, I met my best friend. She was very shy at first and nothing about her seemed malicious. However, as the years went by, she became very imperious and unwilling to share anything, including friends. She wouldn’t allow me to befriend any other people without putting up a fight. However, she was allowed all the friends she pleased. Over the years she began to push everyone apart so that she was the common area between a bunch of enemies. Eventually, she and I began to argue over petty things and she would always make me feel as if I did something wrong. A massive argument then arose and I began to lose hope for our friendship because even though she was using me, I was oblivious at the time. The fight did separate us, and I was quite somber about the situation. However, this was when I realized all the things she had been doing wrong; all the things that I was better off without. The ending of our friendship for this period of time allowed me to reach this epiphany that I was my own person able to have my own friends, able to make my own decisions, able to be happy about my accomplishments. This sudden realization lifted the doleful weight from my shoulders, allowing me to become a much happier person with a new outlook on my life. Like I stated before, sometimes it takes us until we reach our lowest point to realize the journey that awaits, to regain the hope and strength that was lost