Archetypes

So I googled "Collective of unconscious", and I'm going to be honest here I didnt quite understand what wikepedia was saying about it. So then i googled archetype and it explained archetypal events which are birth, death, separation from parents, initiation, and marriage. It sounds like archetypal events are life changing things that happen in your life. The jungian psychology is a collectively unconscious idea, pattern of thought and images. To me that sounds like its a dream because its "unconcsious", and you can dream about things like births, deaths, and marriages. I dont fully understand this whole theroy yet, but Im sure our Professor will give us more lectures on archetypes!

Lady with the pet dog!

These were two very interesting stories! I liked Chekhov better becuase I felt like I could follow along with her story easier. Joyce Carrol Oats' story moved around alot and was kind of hard to follow. I noticed that Chekhov was more on Dmitry's point of view and Oats' was more on Anna's point of view. I thought it was interesting how Oats' title of the story was "Lady with the pet dog" because it wasnt even her dog in the story, it was Dmitrys little boy's dog. There were things that were different that I noticed in the two stories. For example the dogs, and in Chekhov's story, Anna is always wearing the same barret and in Oats' Anna is wearing a scarf in her hair. Overall I didnt like the stroy line. They made these stories sound very romantic and like these two married people couldnt live without each other. To me cheating is wrong, especially if there is marriage involved. There is a reason two people get married....because your in love and want to spend the rest of your lives together, if your not going to be true to that person.....DONT GET MARRIED. The whole situation of them sneaking out of the house to go to the hotel and fullfill their sexual favors is not romantic, its just plain wrong!

After reading Araby i thought of Aladin. Aladin thinks about Jasmyn ever since he laid eyes on her and he knew he couldnt have her because she was a princess and he was just a street rat. He tries to become a prince and she still doesnt like him. It seems like in Araby that he really really loves her but she doesnt pay much attention to him. He even wants to get her a pretty tea set. Even though you dont find out what happens I'm guessing the story would turn out like Aladin. The girl wouldnt want her love bought, she hopefully would be like Jasmyn and just want him as him and him only. I didnt like how the story ended, it didnt end very happy. But then life doesnt always end happy. I liked how the story described everything, I saw an image with every discription. Another part of the story reminded me of Aladin. When he goes to look at the tea set and the British woman goes to ask him if he needed anything but her tone was not encouraging like she knew he couldnt afford it or something. Then she continued to watch him. Its like the street rat that people have to watch and know doesnt have alot of money.

As we finished up talking about the story that gave me nightmeres, it made me realize something about the misfit. He is like the guy across the street (I mean like a guy you can meet anyone). He seems polite at first. That could be anyone you meet. You have to be careful in this world you never know when your going to meet misfit. He could be in this classroom, who knows? We were talking about how the story has lots of similies and the professor said the scariest one was the trees graped like a dark open mouth. To me after reading that story was like the mouth of hell that they had to go through in those trees. Also we went over some notes for the exam, I greatly appreciate the professor giving us some exam questions but I hate taking exams :(

Another DREAM!

So last night I went to bed thinking about how cute the movie Valentines day was! SO CUTE! Anyway then I went to bed and had a terrible nightmere, and so random. Ok so as far as i can remember me and three of my friends were wake boarding on these huge waves in the ocean and all of a sudden a shark jumps up and takes a chunck out of our skin. We were pretty scared so we got back in the boat and Sarah was wearing a micky mouse shirt (it was a pretty cool shirt!) Then we went back to this cabin where my whole senior class was hanging out (not very many people.) All of us were hanging out in this small room with one bed and a little tv. Out of no where this girl that was in my senior class (we didnt get along) started killing people. Ok I know I sound like a phsyco right now but thats what happened :( and when she got to me she stuck this needle in me and I could literally feel my body go numb. It was creppy. Then I woke up and it was morning, and I was very happy about it being morning!

A good man is hard to find

I just want to start off by saying that this story is proly going to give me nightmeres tonight. I dont get nightmeres from things like vampires or werewolves but the stuff that happened in this story could happen in real life. There are actually people out there like the misfit. My heart kept beaating faster as the story continued. The thing I thought was cool was that the old lady depended on Jesus. I feel like nothing is going to help you more than the Lord himself. Even though the old lady wasnt didnt make it in the end, she still left all of her faith in Jesus. I know if I were in that situation, I would be praying up a storm because I feel like thats the only defense iv got, (unless i had a gun with me.) I dont really get the name of the story. Ok so there is a big difference between good and bad. When it says a good man is hard to find Im thinking about this guy who treats women wrong, i dont necessarily think of a killer. I feel like the title is saying there is good men and then there are killers. All I have to say is that they should NOT have gone to Florida. The moral of the story....always listen to grandma!

So today in class we talked about the stages in life. The first part of my life was definetley honky dorey!!! I was living the life. Hanging out with my sister....coloring the cat, feeding the horses naked, and vacumming the birds tail up. We lived off the parents and didnt go to school and had fun allllllll day long! Let me tell you what though, me and my sister were lil brats and we got spanked a lot. Anyway Im in the broken stage now. I dont know where my life is going at this time and im on my own from now on. I imagine my life going somewhere like my dream in life, but I dont see it happen. Thats why imagination is so great, cause it makes me very happy. I think it makes everyone happy until they get back to the real life. Im not saying life isnt happy its just that there is tradgedy and harsh things that happens to you, where as in your imagination life is just fabulous!!! Oh and i just want to say I love potatoes!