Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Esther Greenwood at KO
The water feels cold to the touch of my face. Each splash on my face feels so surreal. I look up at the mirror and I see someone stare at me and immediately I turn around. I am still alone. "Who is that?" I wonder. But nonetheless, I have to put that smile back on my face. I take a deep breath in despair and depression and I step outside the bathroom back into the cold bearing hands of the world. Time to dip my head back into class and aimlessly inhale information for the next hour. That's what everyone else is doing anyways. That's what I have been doing for the past month anyways. As I sit in the custody of the teacher my mind can't help but wander off. Life has always told me to be like a woman should. That's what my mom has always told me. That's what Mrs.Willard told me. That's how my life had been. But now I am here, in Kingswood Oxford, 2015(at least that's what the KO Newsletter has told me) and coming to this new endeavor has given me the slightest shred of hope to defeat the trend set by society. Yet, here I am, watching kids being scolded by there teachers for under performing. They have to follow society's rules and cannot break down the barriers set. That's what makes my throat ache. I can't think about this school without feeling alone yet again. Society will always have a certain standard for people. "And the answer is...," the teacher spoke standing right in front of me. I stare up at him, stand up, and run out of the classroom and into the bathroom.
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Surya, I actually really enjoyed reading your creative writing piece about Esther at KO and all of the emotions she is going through. I thought you dove deep into how she has to hide her feelings in lieu of sharing to the world all of her fears and setbacks. One of the parts I especially liked was when you said "coming to this new endeavor has given me the slightest shred of hope to defeat the trend set by society." This connected to our discussion in our first class about how there is a set way to do things in our society, and Esther has the hope that someday people will branch out with their differences. This was very well written and I can tell that an extreme amount of thought was put into it, considering you had to write in her point of view. I saw similarities and few differences between our writing pieces but I can say that we definitely agreed on theme about Esther.
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ReplyDeleteLike Angie, I also enjoyed reading your piece, as you show that Esther (transported to 2015) still has to fight against conforming to society. I especially like the line, "And the answer is..." as Esther retreats to the bathroom. Just try to be a little clearer about how societal conventions were different in the 1950s as opposed to 2015. In what ways are young men and women still being forced to conform?