Unavoidable Circumstance Analysis

Women are taught from a young age that marriage is the end all be all in happiness, in the short story “The Story of An Hour” by Kate Chopin and the drama “Poof!” by Lynn Nottage, we learn that it is not always the case. Mrs. Mallard from “The Story of an Hour” and Loureen from “Poof!” are different characteristically, story-wise, and time-wise, but share a similar plight. Two women tied down to men whom they no longer love and a life they no longer feel is theirs. Unlike widows in happy marriages Loureen and Mrs., Mallard discover newfound freedom in their respective husband’s deaths. Both stories explore stereotypical housewives who serve their husbands with un-stereotypical reactions to their husband’s deaths.

Papa had left us in early March the spring before for his mistress and ever since, Mama has cried every night without him by her side. This took a toll on my brother and I. I would cry for a week after Papa left, but that was all, however, Henry took it much worse. Papa and him were two peas in a pod. Papa and Henry would play catch in the yard on a sunny day, then afterwards grill steaks. On rainy days, they would build beautiful and flawless model cars. Papa and I never had this time together, I would always be helping Mama with her sewing or cooking.

It’s so still here, so quiet, so peaceful. I walked past rows of gravestones as I finally approached the site where my relatives lay. To many, visiting their relatives in a cemetery can be a sad experience; I however, was happy for them, because they still gathered together as they had before. I smiled as I remembered those times, when I was but a child and I could just barely see over the table. I could hear their talking and laughter again. How warm and familiar it all was! I remembered how laughter would erupt after my father told a good joke – he was always telling jokes. I could even smell the feast my mother and aunts would cook for us, and could almost feel them slapping my hand as I tried to sneak a piece of turkey before the meal. I remembered sitting at the smaller table with my cousins and siblings, feeling as if I were too old to sit at the kid's table. I remembered feeling left out, as if the adults kept some kind of grown-up secret from me. That same feeling I felt again, as I stood there seeing them all lying as they used to sit, in those two long rows. Although I had grown to be an adult, they still seemed to keep some secret from me, one that I was not to know of yet, one that I am not ready yet to

It has been one year since the death of my beloved sister Cheryl. Since then, Roger and I have married. It was wonderful! All the people we met last year were there; all the friends I made at my job as a receptionist. Cheryl’s friend Nancy and her mother came and they hired a babysitter for Cheryl’s son Henry Liberty. But, most surprisingly, my father was there for a bit! He started by saying that he was sorry about what had happened my whole life and how he should of tried to get us back. Then, I told him that I know it was for the best and that we should not cling to the past, even though I did that my whole life. Essentially I was being hypocritical. Nonetheless, he said that he was proud of me, and that if my mother was alive she would

Katharine Brush’s, “Birthday Party” is not only a story of a couple celebrating the husband's birthday but also a story of an unhealthy and controlling relationship. In 1946, when this story was written, women were expected to serve their husbands and make them feel manly. In this story, however, the man was less than pleased with his birthday surprise. Brush uses various literary devices to illustrate the sad relationship between the man and woman. Brush’s use of imagery in the opening lines of the poem gives the reader insight into the man and womans characteristics.

I walked towards the Bleeding Heart Cemetery. The cool October wind blew against my frame, making me wish I wore a coat. I readjusted my grip on my oxygen tank. As I neared Augustus’ grave, the sun light captured the diamond ring Isaac gave me. My stomach flopped upside down. Although the wedding is in 2 weeks, I still felt unsure. I mean, who in their right minds marries their dead boyfriend’s best friend? I slipped the ring into my jean pocket. I located Augustus’ grave and sat down. I felt my stomach churn, realizing I haven’t visited him in months.

Sister Muriel, who was also my grandmother, and who I affectionately referred to as granny, was a bit more tired than usual on the eve of December 10, 1958.  Slumber seemed to be calling early, so quietly heading toward the dorm seemed to be the best idea to take her tired body. As her feet climbed the stairs, she could feel the cool breeze against her face, and her body seemed to be a little more difficult going up these steep cement steps, there were so many of them. This evening seemed to encourage reflective thoughts, normally she had a smile for everyone, but tonight her mood a bit melancholy, but then again it could be she had a long day serving, or she missed her deceased husband, Merritt.  However, the quiet, evening allowed her to

Gwilan gathered herself enough to scramble back inside her home. Her emotionally drained body longed of an embrace of any kind as she buried her face in her hands and wept for hours but what felt like a short eternity (oxymoron). Days later Gwilan hosted a funeral in memorial of Torm where only her two sons and a few one of his dearest friends who he grew up with. Although Gwilan and Torm’s marriage had not been of a Romeo and Juliet romance Gwilan still cried her eyes out due to the loss of a best friend (hyperbole). When her eyes un-blurred a bit she noticed her second son had arrived and had a lady close to his arm.

This transitioning circumstance is giving me a choice and a chance to make a better future for myself. As an active student, my first choice will be satisfactory academic learning along with participation in extracurricular activities. My motivation for getting higher education in UC Davis is to expand my perceptions of things, because of how different opinions are understand by many people, depending on how they have witnessed in their own way. Coming to UC Davis, I know that I will meet a lot of students from different areas with knowledge of certain things different from others. I am sure that fit in the circle, be comfortable, get connected, and supportive to each other are what called being a part of Aggie Family. I believe that days

Tears trickle down my cheeks as I try to convey today’s horrors. I was shaken up with what had occurred I couldn’t I am no longer with Derek as he has been moved to another home. I had never imagined in my wildest dreams that I and brother would be separated. For I may never see him again!

Adele confesses with her daughter that she is exhausted for the complication of every members of the family. Tommy doesn't resist her sister Joanne, since he hates his husband. However, Tommy tells his parent, he married another guy, but Adele wonders why you didn't invite me. Every year all of the family gathers together to celebrate the holidays. Claudia was emotional gathering with all the people she loved. I can relate the experience of Claudia and I am celebrating Thanksgiving every year with the family since it’s an important year for me and my family. All of my family obtain a conversation and have an extraordinary time by getting together that moment and have a joyful time. The downside of Claudia’s family is never deep compare with the reality of another family. Also, Claudia has an intensely time dealing with her relatives, but at the same time with other family goes through the similarity

As I watched her slowly walk back down the stairs I was coming to the realization that all my life I had watched the women I love slowly die. I watched her die just a little every time Brently slipped his arm around her. The feeling of restraint and oppression had crossed her face so many times but I had never been able to acknowledge it. Then as I looked into her eyes all I could see was the little girl I once knew — the girl who had grown up two doors down from my own in a little yellow house. As she descended the stairs she looked so happy, so free, like she once had a long time ago. But then I saw nothing but fear as her eyes dim and slowly close while she fell to the floor. I turned to watch Brently mallard walk straight through the door. Pain is the only sensation I could feel in my entire body. In one quick motion, I moved to screen Brently from the view of his wife. But I was too late. When the doctors came they told me she had died of heart disease—of joy that

Officers are faced with moral decisions everyday on and off duty. It is ultimately, up to the person who is faced to make the choice between right and wrong. “Even if a man is answerable only to his conscience, he will answer more responsibly if he is compelled to articulate principles on which he acts.” stated by Lon L. Fuller (1975). We were given a few scenarios to apply this saying to and the following are my opinions that I have regarding them.

We proceeded to walk to my great-aunt’s grave, each of us recalling our own individual moments of laughter and bliss with her. The infectious giggle that she would release each and every moment of humor we spent together echoed in my mind like a far-off dream as we neared her tombstone, littered with previous bouquets of wilting flowers, cracked acorn shells, and decaying leaves.

The news brings many guests to the widows’ house to give their condolences. Mary and Margaret appreciate the concern but want to be left alone to grieve because they know only they understand the pain that they’re feeling. After all the guests leave they console each other and it is clear that Margaret is having difficulty accepting their circumstances while Mary is doing a good job dealing with it.