Friday, November 14, 2014

Week 13: Essay - Aren't You Glad You Know English

This picture just reminds me how thankful I am that English is my native language and I don't have the monstrous task of trying to learn it as a second language. I mean, have you ever really stopped to think about how hard it would be to learn English as a second language? There are so many rules stacked on top of the rules with exceptions to said rules when it comes to spelling alone. We were all raised on these rules so they seem totally commonplace to us, but if you really start to consider the most basic component of the written English language, spelling, it's a marvel that anyone who wasn't conditioned to the language and its inane idiosyncrasies as a young child is able to learn the language at all. I've always like imagine exactly how an teacher of English for non-English native speakers would explain some of the spelling rules that we native speakers probably don't give much thought. Let's explore some of these rules, shall we?

First, silent letters. I remember learning back in kindergarten about how some letters just don't make a sound in words - and we just accepted it, no questions asked. However, if I had started learning English around the same time I started really learning Spanish, I don't think I would have been so accepting. It's right around middle school that you begin to notice when teachers are actually teaching and when you have simply been given "busy" work, so it is also right around that time that you begin looking for the "point" in everything you do in school. It's during this time that I can imagine myself being taught that the "e" at the end of the word "line" does not make a sound, nor does the "k" at the beginning of "knife" bear any consequence, and responding by saying "well why the heck is it there?!" I, like many students, am frustrated by the arbitrary, like busy work, like silent letters. I can't fathom the level of frustration felt by students learning to write English who have to learn to throw an inexplicable extra letter in a word. What's the point?!

Next, let me just talk about words that rhyme, and words that don't. For example, imagine, if you will, a beginner learning to read and write English and he feels he's got a pretty good handle on the sounds each letter makes, and he's even began to grasp blended sounds like the "ou" and "au" sounds. Now you come upon a list of the following words: "cough," "rough," "through". Your teacher wants to know if these words rhyme and you say well of course they do! We English speakers would snicker at this poor soul's ignorance - of course those words don't rhyme! But if said person then asked us to explain why these words don't rhyme, we'd be absolutely stumped. Logically, one would think that words that are using the same sound combinations would sound alike but we know very well how that is not the case. Now we have to explain why while "cough" and "through" do not rhyme, for some reason, "phony" and "bologna" (and I won't even start in on the spelling of bologna) do. If I were told this as a non native English speaker, I would assume this was a joke.

The funniest thing about the comic for me is that the fact that its reference to the age-old spelling rule of "i before e except after c" even classifies as a spelling rule rather than an exception. There are more words in the English language that break this rule than follow it which just illustrates the consistent inconsistency of these so called spelling rules. I don't know why we even bother with this little diddy - if I were learning English, it's deceptive simplicity would just make me furious. Since I know the language and know when the rule is applicable and when it is hooey, it only manages to annoy me slightly.

I find it amusing to look at anything commonplace or ordinary from the perspective of an outsider because it forces you to really think about why certain practices or norms exist. When it comes to the English language, doing this makes the whole language seem silly, which I  think is a fun way to think about language in general. I mean, if there is any proof that language is a man-made construct, it's in the English language with all of its made rules and laws. My hat is honestly off to anyone who learned English as a second language - you have the patience of a saint.

Image information: Spelling Rules (source: BlogSpot )

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Week 13: Storytelling - The Party Girls on the Twelfth Floor


The RA on the twelfth floor of the freshman residence dorm had had it! She knew, she knew that her girls were regularly breaking the dorm's strict week-day curfew, but she didn't have any solid proof. She had spent hours watching their door and she had people watching their windows, but no one had ever seen one of the girls leave her room after curfew. But come on, it was completely obvious that the girls were spending every night out partying.  Every morning, every single girl on the hall emerged from her room donning a giant pair of sunglasses and reeking of frat party -  the smell of cheap beer mixed with vomit and sweat couldn't be mistaken for anything else.  The RA was determined to figure out how these party girls were getting past her every night.

Eventually, everyone in the building wanted so badly to know the secret of the Twelfth Floor Party Girls that it became a contest as to who could discover the truth. If someone could just manage to get into one of the girls' room before curfew, he could witness how they were able to get out of the building undetected. However, these attempts to infiltrate the twelfth floor were ultimately unsuccessful. Many a frat boy had been invited in secret to pregame on the twelfth floor but every boy came back with the same story - he had passed out too early in the night to see where the girls went. Each boy who accepted an invitation to the twelfth floor in hopes of discovering for himself the mystery of the party girls suffered a fate worse than death - facing a walk of shame down to the lower floors knowing that everyone knew that he had been outwitted.

One day, a new boy moved into the building. He had just transferred from a rival college where even its student body was buzzing with gossip about the Twelfth Floor Party Girls. This new boy had it in his mind to discover the secret which eluded everyone else. As a member of a top frat on campus (he had been in the frat at his previous school), he quickly received an invite to one of the infamous twelfth floor pregames. However, as he did not drink (no matter how much the girls pressed him) he did not blackout before the time of curfew. He pretended to consent to a drink, which he feigned drinking, until he'd had enough for it to seem reasonable that he was rather drunk and ready to pass out.  Once he had pretended to do so, the girls in the room pushed a button hidden on the frame of a lofted bed. Suddenly, a  door popped open revealing a stairwell. Each room, the frat boy observed through his half shut eyes, appeared to have its own door to the stairwell and the girls from the other rooms began to come through. Once all the girls were gone, the frat boy decided that he should follow the party girls to discover where it was they went at night. However, the boy did not want anyone to see him. He took of his Polo shirt which was embroidered with his frat's letters. There. Now he was practically invisible.

He slipped through the door and down the stairs behind the girls making sure to stay a few paces behind so they wouldn't detect him. The stairs went so far down that when they finally reached the bottom, the frat boy was sure they were underground. Now they were walking through a narrow tunnel, the girls talking and giggling about which house had the cutest guys and which would have the best punch. Finally, the group had reached the end of the tunnel and began to climb up a ladder to reach the surface through a hole overhead. When the frat boy himself came through the hole, he found himself on a street in the middle of Greek Row. The girls were already hurrying to the first house. The frat boy decided he may as well join them as he was invisible without his letters and could finally see what happened at other frat parties. He hurried after them.


All night the Twelfth Floor Party Girls bounced from house to house. The frat boy was thoroughly enjoying himself but he remembered to collect evidence from every frat they went to - Solo cups and empty Keystone cans, and he even managed to grab a few paddles. The girls didn't decide to head back to their dorm until at least four in the morning and by then, the frat boy was more than ready to pass out for real. He hurried ahead of the girls so they would see him still passed out on the floor of the girls with whom he had pregamed. They walked back in and snickered at his apparent snoring thinking that they had bested yet another dumb guy and soon they were snoring themselves.

The frat boy pretended to sleep until the whole hall had left for their morning classes, giant sunglasses and all, then crept out of the room to get the RA. He showed her the secret button on the bed frame and how it opened the door to the secret stairwell and then supplied his evidence from the party. The RA was delighted and wasted no time in calling the dean of the college as well as the girls' parents. The girls returned from their classes for the day to find their parents waiting for them, having lost permission to leave in the student dorms, to take them home. The frat boy became widely famous as having discovered the secret of the Twelfth Floor Party Girls and essentially became king of the campus. Every now and then, when he felt like being anonymous, he would take off his letters and hop the frats just as he had that night with the Party Girls.

Author's Note: this story is a retelling of The Twelve Dancing Princesses from The Brothers Grimm (LibriVox) Unit. I wanted to retell the story in a modern context so I decided to use the idea of twelve girls sneaking out of their dorm after hours to go frat hopping. In the original, the princes who are recruited to discover where the twelve princesses go at night are killed when they fail to discover the secret, but this was a little too grim (no pun intended) for the purposes of my story so I decided to make the punishment for failure be to do the walk of shame - a fate worse than death. The prince that does end up discovering the secret of the twelve dancing princesses is given an invisibility cloak so that he can follow the princesses without being seen. I wanted to keep the story somewhat realistic so I came up with a way for the frat boy to become "invisible."

Bibliography: "The Twelve Dancing Princesses." Fairy Tales by the Brothers Grimm. Translated by Edgar Taylor and Marian Edwardes, illustrated by R. Anning Bell. 1912


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Dorm Hallway (source: The Prospect )
Frat Party (source: The Stanford Flipside )

Monday, November 10, 2014

Week 13: Reading Diary - Brothers Grimm (LibriVox)

Brothers Grimm (LibriVox)
Part A: Favorites
The Frog Prince
The ending of this story bothered me. A princess loses her little golden ball in a spring and a frog offers to retrieve it if she will let him live with her. The princess is shallow and agrees but really has no intention of letting the frog live with her. But he outsmarts her showing up at her palace so she is obliged to house him. After he lives with her three days, he turns into a handsome prince, revealing that he has been a cursed prince all along. The princess and the prince marry and live happily ever after. I did not like that the princess seems to be rewarded for acting shallow.

Rapunzel
This is pretty much the typical story I know of Rapunzel - a girl taken from her parents and kept in a tower alone with long hair that can be used as a ladder (her hair is not magical as Disney would have you believe). The only real difference between this story and my previous knowledge of this story is the end part about Rapunzel living in exile with her children until the prince come and rescues her. I guess most versions of this story wish to keep a chaste image of Rapunzel and leave the part about her giving birth to children out of the story.

The Straw, the Coal, and the Bean
This was a funny little story. I like how it involves the personification of objects rather than animals - it is pretty common to see talking animals in fairytales, but no so much inanimate objects so that was a nice change. This story also gives a little etiology for the black-eyed pea as the bean in the story laughs at the misfortune of her new friends the straw and the coal who have drowned and she explodes. Luckily for her, a man comes along who is able to sew her together, but since he uses black thread, the bean now has a black stitch holding together the two brown halves.

The Mouse, the Bird, and the Sausage
This story I believe is a warning about the importance in realizing that everyone has their place. When these three friends try to do each other's job, each meets his demise. All it takes is a little word from some of the bird's other peers for him to think that he is bigger and more important than his position. From then, the set way of living of the three friends is changed and eventually all three die as a result. It is a good lesson in understanding that while every job may not be glamorous every job is important and specialized.

Briar Rose
Briar Rose is basically the story of sleeping beauty. This is interesting because in the Disney adaptation of Sleeping  Beauty, Arora is given the alias Briar Rose while she is in hiding. This makes me curious as to why these stories are listed separately.

Part B: Favorites
The Queen Bee
This story seems to give a lesson in the importance of treating others with respect because you never know when people will come back into your life and how they will be able to help or hurt you. This is illustrated by the behavior of three brothers as they journey throughout the world. They come upon several situations in which a smaller or lesser being can be taken advantage of but the youngest of the three brothers alone stands up for these defenseless creatures. In return, later in his travels, all the creatures that the younger brother spared come back to help him when he is in need and are even able to bring him happiness by enabling to marry.

The Twelve Huntsmen
This story was very interesting as it involved the use of deception in order to obtain love. It also combined aspects of different stories with which I am familiar, for example, the Princess and the Pea. The overall message of the story was not one that I necessarily agreed with because it made it seem as though it is okay to break vows or given word. This idea is manifest in the young prince who scorns his love in favor of a princess that his father has picked out for him but then turns back and scorns this woman as well in favor of his old love. There is also, however, something to be said in this story about the power of true love and fate as the two loves end up finding each other in the end despite all odds.

Jorinda and Jorindel
This is another story that seems to illustrate the power of true love. Here we see two lovers separated and one who will not rest until his love is returned to him. The story does have a happy ending which I believe serves as a positive message about the reward perseverance and tenacity will bring.


The Twelve Dancing Princesses
This happens to be one of my favorite fairy tales. A man has to find out the secret of where 12 princesses go to dance at night (for their chamber is locked up at night). The man is able to trick the princesses into leading him straight into their secret world. I think my favorite type of fairytale is one that involves the tricking of a party that believes itself too clever to be tricked. It is always fun to see the unflappable outsmarted.






Friday, November 7, 2014

Week 12: Essay - My Personal Guide to Writing

I think I can honestly say that I've done more writing for this class this semester than I've done in all my other semesters of college combined. I think it's great because I am basically writing everyday. Writing so much, it would seem as though I would grow weary of it, especially now since it is getting close to the end of the semester but really, the opposite is true. I've had a lot of time to learn about my strengths and weaknesses where writing is concerned and nail down a few strategies that I typically employ when writing.

Choosing a Topic
So in this class, we've pretty much been given free reign to write about whatever we want. This is exciting at first, but then it becomes a little bit daunting because there are endless topic from which one can choose. How on Earth does one narrow it down? I went through this momentary panic when I was choosing a storybook topic. The one thing I can say about choosing a topic is that it helps to write about what you know or in which you have an interest. Even a little bit of background information gives a good starting place to begin writing. I have a pretty strong church background which led me to choose to write about the gospels for my storybook. However, that doesn't mean writing about what you know won't teach you anything. It's your chance to really dive into a subject and learn more about it. Before writing about the Gospels, I had never really put much thought into who the authors were, so researching who is thought to have authored the Gospels was really fascinating.

Starting Out
This, for me, is the hardest part of writing a paper. Staring at that blank word document can be scary and a little disheartening. The best tip I can get for moving past this stage is to just start writing. Really. Anything at all related to your topic. I find that sometimes it helps just to see words on that blank page. It also allows for some clarity - you've got all these ideas and thoughts jumbled up inside of your head and it's incredibly helpful to see your thoughts on paper. Then, with the blank page gone, you will feel encouraged to keep going. Another thing that I've found works for me is skipping the intro. This may have caused the heads of English teachers everywhere to explode and for that I apologize. However, most of the time that I get stuck on starting a paper, it's because I simply do not know how to begin the intro. Once I've got a few ideas down on paper, I then have an idea of how I want to lead into said ideas, so then I'll go back and write the intro.

Editing/Proofreading
Confession: This is the part of paper-writing with which I struggle the most! However, I can give a few tips based on lessons I've learned the hard way in regard to this process. First, it's a really good idea to have someone else look at your paper. Whether that person is a parent, a roommate, or a professor, it helps to have a fresh set of eyes look over your writing. This is where you'll discover any awkward wording, grammatical errors and technical things like that. Next it is also really important to get feedback from the assigning professor. The professor who gave the writing assignment knows exactly what he or she is looking for so you don't need to worry about whether you're going the right direction with your paper. Make sure of course, that you give you give yourself plenty of time to fix whatever is not working with your paper - you don't want to have to completely rewrite a paper two days before it's due, my roommate and I can both attest to that!


I fully believe that the more you write, the easier it gets because frequent writing allows you to develop a formula almost. These strategies are from my own personal formula but I hope to add more as I continue reading and writing for this class.

Image Information:
The Blank Page (image source: Word Press )
Proofreading: (image source: Dreams Time )

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Week 12: Storytelling - The Three Little Wolves and the Big Fat Pig

Once upon a time, there was a little village called Wolfville right in the center of the forest. Really, Wolfville was just like any other animal village one might find in any old forest - there was a baker, a blacksmith, and there was even a little market where all the mother wolves sent their wolf-children to pick up milk and eggs. The wolf-children liked to play hide-and-seek, Red Rover, and all of the other silly games that children like to play, but they especially liked to run about the woods on the edge of the village. All children knew that one could not go too deep into the forest, for there were horrid creatures that lurked in the shadows. There was not a wolf-child in Wolfville who had not heard of the Big Fat Pig who gobbles up naughty little wolf-children. The story of the three wolf-children and the Big Fat Pig made even the bravest of the wolf-children unwilling to venture deep into the woods!


There were once three wolf-children, brothers, who decided one day that they were old enough to go out and live on their own. Their mother pleaded with them to stay, for they were still very young, but saw that they had set their minds on leaving. With a sigh, she consented to their journey, but before the brothers left, she gave them each a lunch basket and a piece of advise:

Now, the woods be mighty lonesome
The woods be mighty big
Venture, ye, not deeply
Else you'll meet the Big Fat Pig

The brothers each picked up his lunch basket and went on their way.

Once they reached the woods where they intended to build their houses, a great debate arose concerning the material for the house and it was decided that each brother should build his own house out of whatever material he chose. The wolf brothers all went their separate ways in order to find the building material they wanted.

The eldest wolf wanted to build his house of straw and took off into the woods in one direction, gathering bits of straw along the way. He was so consumed with his task that he didn't realize how deep into the woods he was. Once he had enough straw, the eldest wolf built a fine house and when it was done, he decided to go in and take a nap. While he was sleeping, who should find this neat little straw house but the Big Fat Pig! The Big Fat Pig walked right up to the door and called sweetly,

Oh, wolf, oh wolf!
Are you about?
I want a word
Won't you please, wolf, come out?

The eldest wolf was not to be fooled that easily! He replied,

Away with ye, Pig!
You not be so clever
You ask for a word
I give you one: Never!

At this, the Pig was very angry so he simply knocked the house down and gobbled up the eldest wolf for breakfast.

The middle wolf wanted to build his house of sticks and took off into the woods in the other direction gathering sticks along the way. He was so consumed with his task that he didn't realize how deep into the woods he was. Once he had enough sticks, the middle wolf built a fine house and when it was done, he decided to go in and take a cup of tea. While he was having his tea, who should find this tidy little stick house but the Big Fat Pig! The Big Fat Pig walked right up to the door and called sweetly,

Oh, wolf, oh wolf!
Are you about?
I want a word
Won't you please, wolf, come out?

The middle wolf was not to be fooled that easily! He replied,

Away with ye, Pig!
You not be so clever
You ask for a word
I give you one: Never!

At this, the Pig was very angry so he simply knocked the house down and gobbled up the middle wolf for dinner.

The youngest wolf was the most clever of the three brothers and wanted to build his house out of brick. So he ventured into the heart of the woods to gather mud and water to build his bricks. He was so consumed with his task that he didn't realize how deep into the woods he was. Once he made his bricks, the youngest wolf built a sturdy house and when it was done, he went inside and locked the door. After he locked his door, who should find this study little brick house but the Big Fat Pig! He walked right up to the door and called sweetly,

Oh, wolf, oh wolf!
Are you about?
I want a word
Won't you please, wolf, come out?

The youngest wolf, being quite clever answered

Aye, Pig! I'm here!
But you cannot come through
This door here be stuck
So here's what I'll do

My chimney be wide
It may sound absurd
But down my wide chimney
You'll have your wee word

The Big Fat Pig climbed up on the roof and took a peek down the chimney. He saw that the youngest wolf had a pot of water boiling over the fire - what a clever trick! So the Pig waited and waited on the roof until finally the youngest wolf unlocked his door and poked his head out to see where the Big Fat Pig had gone. The Big Fat Pig jumped down from the roof onto the wolf and ate him up for supper.

Of course, when the wolf-children of Wolfville got older, they realized that the story was nothing but an old fairy tale - something the mother wolves told their wolf-children when they thought they were getting too smart for their own good. The story, though frightening, was far too absurd to be real. I mean honestly, a pig that eats naughty little wolves - everyone knows that such awful creatures as pigs are nothing but make believe!

Author's Note: This is a retelling of the story of The Three Little Pigs from the English Fairy Tales Unit. I thought it would be fun to completely reverse the roles in the story, making the pig the "bad guy" instead of the wolf. I tried to use the repetitive structure used in a lot of the fairy tales in this unit and used rhymes for dialogue to give it more of a fairy tale feel. I changed the ending of the story making the third wolf get eaten because I wanted the story to be seen as somewhat frightening from the perspective of children such that the story would be a good story for mothers to tell their children to keep them from being naughty, which is the way I've set up the story.

Bibliography: "The Story of the Three Little Pigs." English Fairy Tales. Joseph Jacobs, illustrated by John D. Batten. 1890.

Image Information: Three Little Wolves (image source: Daily Motion )

Monday, November 3, 2014

Week 12: Reading Diary - English Fairy Tales

English Fairy Tales

Part A:
Tom Tit Tot
This was one of my favorites! Ever since I joined the Once Upon a Time fandom, I've been utterly obsessed with all things to do with Rumplestiltskin. This story was very similar to the traditional Rumplestiltskin story. A mother is singing about the gluttony of her daughter who has eaten five pies in one day. A passing king overhears the mother speaking of this and, embarrassed, lies and says she was singing about how her daughter could spin skeins (which, according to Google, is like a bundle of yarn.) The king decides he would like to marry this young lady who can spin skeins and tells the mother this, but warns her that if her daughter is unable to do what the mother has promised, he will kill the daughter. The mother agrees to this thinking that after awhile the king will have forgotten about this stipulation. He, however, does not and the time comes when he puts the daughter in a room and demands she spin five skeins every night for the next month or he will kill her. Just as the daughter is sure she will die, a magical imp appears to her and promises to do her spinning for her every night, but she must guess his name by the end of the month or else he will make her his slave. The daughter guesses every name she can think of, but it isn't until she hears from her husband, the king, that he has seen an imp dancing around and singing his name, Tom Tit Tot, that she is able to outsmart the imp. The imp vanishes not to be seen again. I liked this story and found it very amusing, but it left me to wonder what the daughter would do the next time the king demanded she spin skeins - she never did learn!

The Rose Tree
I found this story a little bit more macabre than the light-hearted first story. The story begins with two half siblings, a boy and a girl. The sibling are very good friends, but the mother of the boy hates the little girl for her beauty and charm. The stepmother plots to get rid of the beautiful girl and one day tricks the girl into lying her head in the lap of the stepmother who proceeds to cut the girl's head off. The evil stepmother cooks up the poor girl and feeds it to her clueless husband but the girl's brother refuses to eat what he is given and instead finds the remains of his poor sister and buries her beneath a rose tree. One day, a white bird emerges from the rose tree - it is the girl and she sings about the brutal murder she has suffered. She entrances several people with her song into giving her items. She drops two of the items, a pair of red shoes and a gold watch as gifts for her father and brother, and when the stepmother comes out to see what gift she will receive from the sky, the bird drops a stone on her head. I like that, even with a brutal murder, the story had a sort of happy ending. That is - at least the stepmother got what was coming to her. I also liked the irony of the stepmother's greed and jealousy being the thing that killed her daughter and the thing that killed her.


The Old Woman and Her Pig
This is what is known as a cumulative story and it reminded me a lot of the song "I Know an Old Woman Who Swallowed a Fly." A woman is trying to get her pig over a stile which it is too afraid to cross. So (starting at the end) she gives a cow a bundle of hay so that the cow will giver a saucer of milk to give to a cat so that the cat will kill a rat so that the rat would gnaw a piece of rope so that the rope wouldn't hang a butcher so that the butcher would be able to kill an ox so that he ox would drink water so that the water could quench a fire so that the fire would burn a stick making the stick beat a dog so that the dog would bit the pig to make the pig jump over the stile *deep breath* I enjoyed this story a lot despite the fact that there were some parts that made no sense (if a fire is quenched, how could it burn?) but I think that added an element of silliness that made this story a lot of fun to read.

Mouse and Mouser
An extremely unusual story, this was, and I don't necessarily understand the point of it. Basically, a mouse goes to visit a cat - it makes it seem as though the two are friends. Then transpires an exchange between the two in which they both speak in short verse with the mouse speaking first and the cat responding. The cat's responses seem to get more and more sinister until she eventually pounces on and kills the unsuspecting mouse. This ending was quite unexpected and abrupt; I wasn't sure how I felt about it. But nonetheless, I liked the back and forth between the cat and mouse which is why I included it.

Cap o' Rushes
This was a version of a Cinderella story. Cap o' Rushes is the name given to one of the three beautiful daughters of a rich gentleman after he turns the girl out for saying that she loves him like salt loves fresh meat (he is unimpressed by the simile). She disguises herself by making herself a cloak with a hood out of rushes and becomes a maid for another rich family. One night, there is a great dance and all the servants are allowed to go, but Cap o' Rushes  says that she is too tired to go. Once everyone leaves, she sheds her disguise and attends the dance dressed in finery, capturing the heart of her own master's son. She does not reveal her true identity to anyone and leaves the party so she can het home before everyone else. She does this every time there is a dance and the poor master's son gives her a ring, but when he cannot find the mysterious woman, he becomes so heartsick that he has to take to his bed. Cap o' Rushes offers to make gruel for the sick man and places the ring at the bottom of the bowl. He quickly figures out who she is and they get married at once. She requests, though, that at their wedding banquet, all the food be prepared without salt. When her father (who is invited to the feast) tastes the unsalted food, he weeps thinking of his daughter and how now he understood how she loved him. Cap o' Rushes reveals herself to her father and soon everyone is happy. I loved the cleverness and creativity of Cap o' Rushes when she decides to reveal herself. I think it is a way of making those around her be truly appreciative of her.

The Three Little Pigs
This was basically the classic story of the Three Little Pigs that I am familiar with. The only difference really was that the Big Bad Wolf seemed a bit more tenacious. Instead of giving up once he is unable to blow down the third pig's house of brick, the Wolf continues to try to trick the Pig into leaving his house so that the Wolf can eat him. The Wolf keeps inviting the Pig to go places at a certain time, but the Wolf keeps arriving at the discussed time to find that the Pig has already gone without him. Eventually the Wolf becomes so frustrated that he decides to simply go down the Pig's chimney. The clever Pig, however, places a pot over the fire and the Wolf falls in so the Pig cooks and eats the Wolf. What a surprising twist!

Part B:
Molly Whuppie
The story begins in a very Hansel and Gretel-like way. A man takes his 3 youngest children to the woods because he has too many children to feed them all. They wander the woods for awhile before coming upon a house. They ask to be let in and given something to eat. The woman inside allows them in but warns them not to be around when her husband, a giant, returns. However, they are too late to leave and the giant comes. One of the children Molly Whuppie, tricks the giant into killing his own children instead of her and her siblings. They get away from the giant's house and end up at a castle where they tell the king of their recent adventures. The king is impressed but says he will be more so if she goes back two more times to steal from the giant. If she does so, he will marry her sisters to his sons. After she is successful, the king asks Molly to go back one more time and if she comes back, he would give his youngest son in marriage. This time when she goes back the giant is ready for her and he catches her and asks her what she would do if she was in his position. She tells him she would put him in a sack with a dog, a cat, a needle, and thread, and shears and then she would beat the bag with a stick. He plans to do just this and once she is in the bag he goes to find a stick. While in the bag, Molly tricks the giant's wife into getting into the bag herself and her husband beats the bag, unable to hear her cries over the sounds of the cat and dog. So Molly goes back and marries her prince.

Mr. Fox
This story was like something straight out of a horror movie! Lady Mary is beautiful and all the men around her want to marry her, but she only likes Mr. Fox and they decide that they will get married. Once betrothed, Mary begins to think how strange it is that Mr. Fox has never let her see where he lives so she sets out to find his castle. She finds it and to her horror discovers a room filled with the skeletons and bodies of dead women. Mr. Fox returns suddenly, dragging with him another young lady. She is wearing a ring and Mr. Fox cannot get the ring off of her so he chops off her hand which lands right in the lap of Lady Mary, who is hiding. She runs back to her home. The next time she sees Mr. Fox, she claims that she has had a bad dream in which she saw all the horrors that his home held. Mr. Fox denies that any such thing could occur at his home but Lady Mary reveals the hand of the maiden he had dragged off the day before. At once, everyone present jumps up to kill Mr. Fox. I can't imagine being told this story as a child as a bedtime story. It is positively horrifying! But at the same time, it is somewhat intriguing - just like a horror movie.



Johnny-cake
A variation of the story of the Gingerbread Man. Instead of gingerbread, this little man is a Johnny-cake that runs away from a little boy and his parents, two well diggers, two ditch diggers, a bear,  and a wolf taunting each as he passes. Then when he comes upon a fox, he passes by bragging that he can outrun the fox just as he has everyone else, but the fox pretends not to hear Johnny-cake. When Johnny-cake goes closer to the fox to make himself heard the fox eats him. To me this is a classic tale of pride coming before the fall. Boasting literally was Johnny-cakes demise.

Mr. Miacca
I can imagine my mother telling me this story in order to dissuade me from misbehaving. It is pretty scary from a child's perspective. Mr. Miacca in this story, serves as the punisher of little boys who do not obey. Tommy Grimes' mother warns him not to go around the corner alone or else Mr. Miacca will get him. Indeed, one day when Tommy decides not to listen to his mother, Mr. Miacca grabs Tommy and takes him home to eat him. While Mr. Miacca is gathering herbs to cook with poor Tommy, Tommy manages to trick Mrs. Miacca into letting him go home in order to get a pudding for her. Tommy escapes but has clearly not learned his lesson as he goes off around the corner by himself and is once again snatched by Mr. Miacca. This time, Tommy is made to sit under the sofa so he doesn't escape but he once again outsmarts Mr. Miacca by sticking out a leg of the sofa to be chopped off instead of his own and then making a break for it. Finally Tommy has learned his lesson
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Friday, October 31, 2014

Week 11: Essay - An English Major's Dream

I want to begin my essay with a clarification: this is not meant to be a dig at English majors in any way. I found this comic funny because its overt irony. It is ironic in that it is the exact opposite of the stereotypical plight of the English major. The rock star persona this English major seems to have embodied - fighting off the ladies, taking calls from the president, rolling in cash - is humorous because all things that one would never think to attribute to an English major. These particular panels are meant, I believe, to draw special attention to a few very real problems that English majors are doomed to encounter.

First, it is my experience, just from holding counsel with a great number of women on a daily basis, that the ladies do not typically "go for" the English majors - at least the type of ladies that are portrayed in this comic. These "groupies" are representative of women who come to college intent on receiving an M.R.S. degree, that is, they are focused on landing a husband with no real interest in actually getting an education. Getting an M.R.S. degree is something that many women, myself included, often joke about. My friends have often make jokes about lurking around the pre-med club or pre-law club meetings in order to find a man, but you don't often hear women talk about lurking around the English department. If a woman is in college to find a husband (I know they exist, though I've never encountered one) she is likely looking for a rich husband and is more apt to seek out the pre-med or pre-law type, those that typically do end up making a fair salary (once they pay off student loans!) This is not to say, obviously, that there are not women vying for English majors, just not maybe as blindly and indiscriminately as I have witnessed some women go after doctors.

"But what will you do with a degree in English?" I imagine English majors hear this all the time and are probably sick of it. There are, incidentally, a great deal of things one can do with a degree in English or any humanities subject, really. However, with humanities majors in general, I think it is a good idea to go into that degree field with some sort of plan for after college -  to teach, to write, or what have you - or else you may end up working in an area that has nothing to do with your degree, which I imagine would be rather heart-breaking. There are some places of business that only require applicants to have a degree and it doesn't matter in what. It is highly unlikely that an English major is going to feel validated at one of these jobs because it will be highly unlikely that they will get to apply anything that they have learned in their four years of college. And then there are the jobs that do require a specific degree. There are, of course,  jobs that require English degrees, but they are more difficult to come by than, say, jobs looking for business majors, and are, therefore, highly competitive. So it is not impossible by any means to find a job as an English major, but it is difficult, particularly if you desire to work in your field.

While we would all love to believe that one day our knowledge set is going to come in handy at just the right moment - some important official will need a poem analyzed, one of the great American writers will wish to discuss literature with a  worthy, well-read contemporary, or for me, I will be on a game show in which I have to identify the proteins used in DNA replication - the fact is, the extensive knowledge we have gained in many different areas will go largely unappreciated. If you are an English major with an office job, it is not likely that your knowledge of Shakespearean poetry will be used in your everyday life. Not to shatter anyone's dreams, but the president is not going to call asking you to analyze a play. Nothing you learn is useless, for sure, but some of the knowledge we gain just isn't going to be used practically on a daily daily and this is especially true, for humanities majors who work outside of their field.

This cartoon is funny but it is also quite frightening, frankly, English major or not. As a Biology major, I often worry about what I will do if the whole medicine thing doesn't pan out. In a way, this comic illuminates what is the very real fear of students everywhere - the idea of all of our efforts being for naught and the very opposite of this comic becoming our reality. Basically, I'm laughing to hide my fear.
 
 
Image information:
Perks of Being an English Major (image source: Blogspot Cartoon); Leonardo DiCaprio putting on a brave face at the Oscars (image source:Pinterest)

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Week 11: Storytelling - The Never-ending Tea Party


Alice shuddered nervously as she stood before the high garden walls only able to imagine what could lie inside. She couldn't help but feel deterred from the whole mission at the idea of facing down one mad person, let alone two! Well, technically, it was one person and one animal, a hare to be exact. At least, that's what the grinning cat had said. Alice shook her head trying to clear it and focus on what she needed to do. This was certainly one of the most risky assignments she'd had working for the Correctors, but it was extremely important that she did the job that she had been sent to do.

The Correctors were a division the top secret Maintenance of the Magical and Supernatural program within the FBI. MMS dealt with everything from control of mythical creatures (so many people had spotted that nuisance, bigfoot, over the years and it really was a hassle to make all of those people look crazy in order to cover up his existence. He was now under close supervision of the Creature Wranglers) to coordination and supervision all interactions between Muggles and wizards to, of course, the overseeing of all the magical realms. Alice had really drawn the short straw on this assignment - no one wanted to visit Wonderland on purpose. It was bad enough that you might fall asleep and wake up in Wonderland in a dream, but venturing intentionally into a land in which a raving queen could cut off your head at any time seemed ill-advised. Perhaps things wouldn't be so dysfunctional in Wonderland once the Queen of Hearts had been stopped. At any rate, Alice thought, she wouldn't know anything standing on this side of the wall.

She expertly scaled the wall and peered over the top edge before pulling herself up onto the wall where she sat hidden by a tree. What she saw below inside the garden walls surprised her. A tall man with an enormous top hat sat across a from an oversized hare at one end of a very long table. It looked as though they were siting down to tea as there sat a tea kettle between the odd pair. There were also settings for tea about every two chairs all the way along the table. The man who Alice could only assume was the Mad Hatter took a sip of his tea.

 "Well, dear, are you going to join us or are you going to rudely creep about in the shadows? You're making us very nervous, you know."

Alice was so surprised at being addressed she nearly lost her balance and fell off the wall. She quickly composed herself.

"I apologize, sir! I'm here on assignment for work, but I'm afraid I didn't expect anyone to be having tea in the garden after midnight," she said, absently checking her watch (as many people are in the habit of doing when talking about the time even when well aware of what time it is) and the words that she had been about to speak died on her lips. She knew for a fact that she had arrived at the garden walls belonging to the Mad Hatter at five minutes to midnight, but now the face of her watch declared it to be six o'clock in the evening.

"Yes, yes, it is always tea time here," said the Mad Hatter tiredly but again without looking up from his tea, "now are you going to join us or not?"

Alice remembered the words of her assignment officer: Don't be surprised by anything that happens there. She shook her head once again at a futile attempt to clear it and jumped off the wall landing silently. Neither the Hatter or the Hare, who had yet to speak a word, seemed impressed. Alice quietly took a seat next to the silent Hare.

"Why doesn't he speak?" Alice asked

"He's a Hare," replied the Hatter in a tone Alice found rather condescending, especially considering the fact that she had apparently just entered into a time warp in which an oversized rabbit was sipping tea. She was about to say so but decided it better to just do her job so she could get out of there.

"So, why-?"

"Why does time stand still here?" the Hatter finished for Alice. He didn't seem mad, Alice noted, just extremely sad and distant, like he wasn't fully aware of his surrounding. "We were asked to do a recitation at one of the Queen's garden parties, but she quickly got angry and accused me of murdering Time, her consort, with my long-windedness. I assured her that my verse may be a bit long, but I was by no means a murderer. It was too late, however, because Time had already become angry, which of course is undesirable because everyone desires to have Time on his side, and he cast a spell on my pocket watch so that the time would never move past six o'clock in the evening."
The Hare sighed and nodded sadly.

"So it's always tea time," Alice said, slowly beginning to understand.

"Precisely."

"Why do they call you the Mad Hatter?" Alice asked somewhat cautiously. The Hatter didn't really seem to be one to follow normal social cues, but it was still a rather rude question to ask someone, "you don't seem mad to me."

"Isn't that what you'd say about a man who never leaves his garden and is always having tea?" replied the Hatter, not seeming the least bit offended. "Now, my dear, why are you here?"

"I've actually come for the watch," said Alice suddenly remembering the goal of her mission. "We believe it is the key to stopping the Queen of Hearts." Alice began to consider. "What will happen to you and the Hare if I take the watch?" she asked.

"I haven't the faintest idea," replied the Hatter, "We cannot leave our party and we do not get many visitors, let alone any who are interested in the watch."

"But what if you die?"

"It would be a change, my dear, and I would welcome any change at all," he said this with a sad distant smile. The Hare nodded in agreement. The Hatter took a very ordinary looking pocket watch out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Alice. "Good luck, my dear. Remember to keep your head about you should you encounter the Queen. People always seem to lose their heads around her."

"Well I'd say my head is on pretty straight," Alice replied somewhat haughtily starting to head for the garden gate.

"Yes, you do seem to have a good head on your shoulders," said the Hatter sipping his tea and with his eyes fixed upon nothing, "but all who meet the Queen seem to lose their heads."

Author's Note: This is a retelling of A Mad Tea Party which is a part of the Alice in Wonderland unit. I decided to use the same setting and characters from the original story but to change up the plot a little bit. I thought it would be interesting to give Alice a reason for visiting Wonderland and the Mad Hatter rather than have her just stumble upon them both. I changed a lot about the Mad Hatter's character. I didn't want him to be outlandish and eccentric but rather I wanted to paint a picture of a man who is slowly coming unhinged by his circumstances and whose lack of sanity is mostly speculation. I tried to convey the idea that his mind is intact, but he has a way of drifting in and out of reality which is why it is not strange to him that he is taking his tea with a giant Hare. The story about the Queen accusing the Hatter of murdering time is basically the same as the original except for the part about Time being the Queen's consort and Time actually casting a spell. In the original, Time simply refuses to move for the Hatter anymore but I thought it would add to the mystical element of the story if there was an actual spell involved. I also tried to use a bit of word play in the banter between Alice and the Hatter, just for fun!

Bibliography: Chapter VII: A Mad Tea-Party. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Lewis Carroll. 1865.
Image Information: Alice in Wonderland (image source: Ben Curtis Jones Gallery )

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Week 11: Reading Diary - Alice in Wonderland

Alice and Wonderland
This unit is a little unusual because it skips around the book quite a bit condensing some of the chapters and leaving some out. I've included some of my favorite stories!

Part A: Favorites
Down the Rabbit Hole
I have always loved Alice in Wonderland! As I read, I can't help but use my memories of the Disney movie to provide myself with visuals of the action (it is such a visual story!) In this first story, as it suggests, we see Alice go down her famous rabbit hole. I think it was very interesting how even in the story it says that she never gave any thought to how she was going to get out - that was something I always wondered at as a child. I love the little monologue she has with herself as she fall, quite calmly, down the deep dark well. I've always thought Alice a very strange character as she doesn't seem to wonder at what a typical person would wonder at, at least not to the same degree.


Down the Rabbit Hole (cont...)
I think that this chapter does a good job of capturing the very essence of childlike sensibility that characterizes Alice. When she finally lands at the bottom of the well, Alice finds herself in a room of many doors. She finds a key but the only door that the key will fit is no bigger than a rat hole. She despairs momentarily at not being able to fit through the door but is soon distracted when she finds a bottle that is labeled"drink me." However, Alice is very wise and realizes that she must first check to make sure that the bottle is not also marked poison as well. Of course the bottle could only contain poison if it is marked as such! I love this and the other statements she makes about the things that only wise little children remember from stories. It is comical but it is very true that children due seem to lack the most basic of common sense in many stories and fairytales which Alice has not failed to notice.


Down the Rabbit Hole (end)
After drinking from the mysterious bottle, Alice finds herself no more than 10 inches tall. To her delight, she is small enough to pass through the very small door, However, she soon realizes that she left the key on top of the table and is now to small to reach it! She begins to cry in despair but only for a bit before she sharply chastises herself for being so silly. Suddenly, she discovers under the table a box and inside the box she finds a very small cake on which is written "eat me" she does so thinking that this will cause her to grow taller. She does indeed begin to grow but much much bigger than she had anticipated - much too tall to fit through the small door. She begins to cry once more at her bad luck! The story skips a bit during which time I know from reading the book and seeing the movie that Alice is indeed able to shrink herself back down again and fit through the tiny door at last. When the story picks back up, she meets a large caterpillar smoking hookah on a mushroom.

Advice from a Caterpillar
Now commences Alice's famous conversation with the Caterpillar. He asks who she is and she replies that she isn't quite sure. This seems to annoy the Caterpillar, but if you think about it, this is a pretty existential answer, for how often are we unsure of who we are really, especially if you have spent the day growing and shrinking! The Caterpillar seems to talk in circles, which aggravates poor Alice. The Caterpillar in turn advises Alice to keep her temper.

Advice from a Caterpillar (cont...)
Alice begins to find the Caterpillar a rather contradictory sort. He asks her to recite the poem You are Old, Father William only to have him tell her that she has recited the entire thing incorrectly. She begins to lose her patience again. The Caterpillar does not seem to be able to help her. I think this is an interesting point - just because someone doesn't tell you exactly what you want to hear, it doesn't mean that they can't help you. In this case, the Caterpillar does eventually provide Alice with the information she seems to be seeking. He tells her that eating one side of the mushroom upon which he sits will make her larger and the other side will make her smaller. She chooses a side to eat and is rewarded by growing a very large chin.

Advice from a Caterpillar (end)
Eventually, her neck stretches up so tall that is rises above the trees and is mistaking for a serpent by a mother Pigeon and spends a great deal of time arguing with the bird about whether she is a girl or a serpent. After some time, Alice recalls that she is still holding the other side of the mushroom and can use it to shrink herself again. When she eats the mushroom, she finds herself only 9 inches high.

Pig and Pepper
The next three stories involve Alice's meeting with a very ill-tempered duchess who is preparing a very pepper-y soup for her young baby who is wailing horribly. It is here that Alice meets the Chesire cat for the first time with his all too pleasant grin.

Part B:
I've decided for Part B to combine the separate parts of each chapter into one set of notes for each chapter so as to help the continuity of the story for my notes.

A Mad Tea Party
 This is where we are first introduced to my favorite character in this story: the Mad Hatter. He is accompanied in this story by, of course, the March Hare and the Dormouse. We learn that they are in a constant state of tea time because the Hatter was once accused of murdering Time while he recited for the Queen of Hearts and now Time has refused to do anything for the poor Hatter. Thus, it is always 6:00pm - tea time. Alice joins this strange, eternal tea party and finds herself equal parts intrigued and frustrated by her strange new companions. They are constantly speaking in riddles with no answer (how IS a raven like a writing desk?) and using clever wordplay. That is probably my favorite thing about this story - the wordplay which makes all of the characters seem rather daft or mad, but in reality paints them to be more clever than is initially understood. (Also see A Mad Tea Party (cont...) and A Mad Tea Party (end) )

The Queen's Croquet Ground
We finally are introduced to the crazy Queen of Hearts. I love the way she is described in the story - almost like a petulant child, screaming "off with his head!" every few moments. She invites Alice to play in her game of croquet after Alice stands up to the mad queen on behalf of her royal gardeners who have been painting the white roses that were accidentally planted in the queen's garden red. The game of croquet is very strange - the balls are hedgehogs and the malts are flamingos. The more time Alice spends around the queen, the more sure she is that she will at some point lose her head and realizes that she needs to do her best to stay on the queen's good side. To Alice's great delight, her friend, the Cheshire Cat, makes an appearance (just his head). However, he manages to insult the king and when the king brings the problem to his wife, her very Procrustean solution is to cut off the Cat's head. This sparks a debate - how will they behead a head? (Also See The Queen's Croquet Ground (cont...) and The Queen's Croquet Ground (end) )

Who Stole the Tarts?
A trial commences to determine who has stolen the Queen's Tarts. This scene seems to take place a little helter-skelter - nothing really seems to make sense, which is part of the charm of this story. The judge is the King of Hearts who seems to latch onto the most inane of details presented by the witnesses, the jury is made up of a collection of beasts with slates. Their notes do not particularly seem to pertain to what is happening in the trial. The witnesses called includes the Mad Hatter, the Duchess' cook, and Alice herself! I wonder if the chaos that ensues in this so-called court is meant to be a satire about the proceedings of actual court and how they too can seem helter-skelter or nonsensical. (Also see Who Stole the Tarts (cont...) )

Alice's Evidence (cont...)
When it is her turn to give evidence (what evidence could she possibly have) Alice discovers that she has been growing and has almost reached her full size. This makes her very unafraid of the Queen and she begins to get a little mouthy calling them all nothing but a pack of cards.  When the cards begin to attack her, she wakes realizing that all she has experienced has been nothing but a dream! A wonderful dream! This explains her willingness throughout the story to accept all of the events that are transpiring around her.








Friday, October 24, 2014

Week 10: Essay - Foils

This week, my reading unit was the Legends of the Pacific Northwest. The stories mostly focused on several different characters but there were a few that appeared in multiple stories. Two characters in particular stood out to me: Silver Fox and Coyote. These characters stood out to me because they are apparent foils of one another. The use of a foil is one of my favorite literary devices because it can be used as a very unique method of character analysis. Instead of simply pointing out or emphasizing directly certain key aspects of a character's identity, one is able to examine said important aspects and details through contrast with another character that is, to some degree, the first character's opposite. This allows at times, in my opinion, a deeper understanding of a character than could be gained without the use of a foil. Such is the case with the characters Silver Fox and Coyote.
 
 
 Fox and Coyote
 
It is first implied that the relationship between Silver Fox and Coyote will be significant in the very beginning of the first story. In How Silver-Fox Created the World.  it is made immediately clear that the two have nearly opposite views on just about everything. Silver-Fox wishes create the world and make things while Coyote is opposed. We are not told why Coyote would be opposed to creation but I think it speaks to a fundamental difference between the two characters. Silver Fox's eagerness to create and give life indicates a desire for growth and change which highlights lack of such. Coyote, as can be seen in later stories, has a bit of an inferiority complex so it stands to reason that he would not be willing to lend a hand to change and the creation of beings that make take on more importance than he. In this way, this seemingly small detail of the opposing viewpoints of these two character serves to emphasize a major component of Coyote's characterization.

It is not only character traits possessed by Silver Fox that draw attention to important details of Coyote's character, but the other way around as well. Though he does not appear in many other stories as Coyote does, there is still important information about Silver Fox that we glean from contrasting him Coyote. For example, Coyote seems to be a nervous character, always questioning and second guessing everything Silver Fox does or creates. This lack of confidence and overwhelming insecurity not only foreshadows aspects of Coyote's character that will be revisited in future stories, but also strengthens the perception of Silver Fox as a character of confidence and self-assuredness. It would have been simply to merely state that Silver Fox was a possess great confidence and a strong will, but I believed it to be more effective the contrast between the two characters to emphasize Silver Fox's strengths by showing Coyote's weakness.

There are countless methods of characterization, both direct and indirect. Creating a separate character, however, for another character to be set up against, is in my opinion, the most  interesting, and therefore most effective method, because through gazing upon a character right next to another character that has many qualities directly opposite of said original characters may allow a reader to gain important insight of a character concerning details that may have otherwise been overlooked.

Bibliography: "How Silver-Fox Created the World." Myths and Legends of the Pacific Northwest, especially of Washington and Oregon. Katharine Berry Judson. 1910.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Week 10: Storytelling - The Maiden and the Mad Magic Man

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young maiden. She had many young suitors throughout the land, but the maiden was very picky and had her heart set on marrying the king's son. However, she knew that she was not a suitable match for the young prince because her parents were but humble peasant farmers and had nothing to offer in terms of a  dowry except for a few skimpy sheep and a sick looking cow. Every night, the maiden wept into her pillow, wishing that something or someone could change her circumstance so that she may be eligible to marry the prince. One night as she sat weeping on her straw tick bed, there was a great flash of light and there suddenly stood before her a strange looking man with a top hat and erratic green eyes. The maiden was so surprised she couldn't even scream. She stared at him open-mouthed until the man finally spoke.

"Hee-hee-hee! Goodness, milady, you spend so much of your time jabbering jabbering jabbering that you can't catch a man, and now you don't have a word to say. Hee-hee-hee!"

The Mad Magic Man (image source: 32 Learning Journey)
The maiden blinked. He had said all of this so quickly that it took a maiden a moment to process what he had just said.

"Who-who are you?" she asked slowly

"Me? I'm just your average, everyday, run-of-the-mill magic man. And you, I presume, are an owl? Who-who-who! Hee-hee-hee!"

The maiden was so stunned by this strange little man that she could not find her voice to speak. The man seemed to sense this and continued.

"Could it be that I am the answer to your sad little prayers? I am here to make all of your dreams come true, missy! I can not only make you into a princess, but I can also make the princey-boy fall in love with you. For a price, that is."

At that moment, the maiden finally found her voice.

"Name the price! Anything I have, it's yours! Just give me my prince and my happily ever after!"

"Hee-hee-hee!" The magic man laughed maniacally, "My my, aren't we desperate. Alright then, dearie, here's my price: your first child with your little princey-poo belongs to me."

"Done!" said the maiden almost before the magic man had finished speaking. She smiled to herself, commending herself for striking such a deal. What did she care for children? She would have her prince and that was all that truly mattered. The magic man smiled deviously and gave one final cackle before snapping his fingers. The maiden suddenly found herself standing before her beloved prince as he knelt down in front of her with a ring in his hand. The maiden smiled, triumphant, certain that she now had everything she had ever wanted.

Some time after the now queen and her prince, now the king, were married, the queen gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Much to her surprise, she loved the boy instantly - no mother loved her son better - and the promise she'd made already far from her mind, was forgotten completely in the midst of the all consuming love she felt for her child.

The next day, it was announced that the queen had a visitor. The queen ordered that the visitor be received in the throne room. She entered the room holding her child, whom she never let be more than a few feet from her, and much to her horror and surprise, there stood the mad little magic man with a malicious grin stretched across his face. At once, the memory of the man and the promise that she had made to him flooded the queen's mind, and she let out a scream. The mad magic man only smiled wider. The queen turned on the spot and ran as fast as she could, clutching the baby to her chest. She ran from the castle and through the woods as fast as she could. Finally, when she felt that she couldn't run anymore and was sure that the magic man was not following her, she slowed her pace. It suddenly occurred to the queen that the sudden flight may have frightened her poor child. She looked down at the bundle in her arms, ready to comfort the baby, before realizing that the baby was gone - all she held was a bundle of blankets. The queen let out a choking gasp and collapsed right there in the middle of the woods. She never returned to her husband and was never seen again. It is said, however, that if you go to the woods where the woman lost her child, you may catch a fleeting glimpse of an old woman  wandering the wood and singing a lullaby to the wind.

THE END
 
Author's Note: This is a retelling of the story An Indian's Vow to the Thunder Gods from the Legends of the Pacific Northwest Unit. In the original, an Indian woman is told in a vision that she must give up her first born child to the Thunder Gods. When she fails to do so for love of the child, the Thunder Gods strike the child dead, claiming his life for their own. I decided to put the story in a fairytale setting because the original reminded me of the story of Rumplestilskin. In fact, I even used the Rumplestilskin character from the show Once Upon a Time as the inspiration for the magic man character. I added on the entire first part of the story about the woman wanting to marry out of her class in order to give a reason for her to owe her child to someone. I also changed the part about the child being struck dead when the woman did not comply with the agreement because the idea of a child dying was a bit too macabre for me.
 
Bibliography: "An Indian's Vow to the Thunder Gods."  Myths and Legends of the Pacific Northwest, especially of Washington and Oregon. Katherine Berry Judson. 1910.
 



Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Week 10: Reading Diary - Legends of the Pacific Northwest

Legends of the Pacific Northwest Unit

Part A: Favorites
How Silver-Fox Created the World
This was one of the most unusual creation stories I have read thus far. Instead of some fantastic supreme being creating the world, in this story it is done by Silver-Fox with the help of his companion (slash servant?), Coyote. Silver-Fox and Coyote live in the sky above that which was only water. Silver-Fox goes behind Coyote's back and begins to create the world (Coyote is against this for some reason). Throughout the actions of Silver-Fox to create the world, his character is made increasing unlikable - he is bossy, superior, and sneaky. There are many arguments between Silver-Fox and Coyote about how the seasons should be divided and what type of food should be provided on earth. I imagine that Silver-Fox and Coyote will continue to be opposing forces as I continue the reading.

Three Coyote Stories
The Creation of Mankind: the rivalry between Silver-Fox and Coyote is reintroduced - Silver-Fox makes people out of sticks and Coyote wishes to do the same and tries to do as he saw Silver-Fox do, but his people turn into wood-shavings when he touches them
How Coyote Got His Cunning: Here we meet Chareya, the Old Man Above, who is also attributed with creation in these folktales. He tells the animals that in order to rank them, each would be given a bow and the length of the bow determined which animal was the most important. Coyote resolves to stay awake so he can get to Chareya first and get the longest bow. He falls asleep, however, and is the very last animal to get his bow. Taking pity on the Coyote, Chareya grants the now unimportant the most cunning of all the animals.
How Coyote was Killed: Coyote decided he wanted to travel the sky world. He is, after much pleading, able to convince Star to take him into the sky. As they travel, Coyote becomes very cold because he is very high up in the sky world and Star is not warm like Sun. He falls back to the earth and is squashed flat.
Coyote seems to serve as the hardluck comedic character in these folktales, the foil of the clever Silver-Fox.


How the Old Man Above Created the World\
This unit contains multiple creation stories which is very interesting. They don't all exactly align which makes me wonder how it was decided which creation story was the true one within this culture. In this story, Chareya, the Old Man Above creates a hole in the sky so that he can get down to the earth and so that the sun can shine and melt the mass of ice and snow that is the earth. After the earth is melted, he creates animals from sticks and leaves and  makes the grizzly bear to be master of them all. The Old Man lives in an ice teepee because he comes to fear the grizzly he has created. The story ends with the coming of the "pale-face" the White Man. According to the story, after the White Men came, the Old Man went away. This paints an interesting parallel of how the culture of the Native peoples of North America slowly went away with the coming of the European colonizers.

How Beaver Stole Fire
This is my favorite story from this unit thus far. In this world, all living things are personified including animals and even trees. The Pine Trees it seemed held the secret of fire but refused to share it with the animals. Without fire, the animals nearly froze to death come winter. Beaver decides to steal the fire from the Pine Trees while they are holding council. The action following, the Pine Trees' pursuit of the thief gives a bit of an etiology of the geography of the Pacific Northwest - where certain trees stand today, is where each tree gave up in its pursuit of beaver. Old Cedar chased Beaver for the longest but eventually gives up at the top of a very high hill atop which, to this day, he stands alone.

Chinook Wind
This story reminded me a bit of the Hatfields and McCoys and the generations long feud that existed between the two families. Here, the two rival families are the Chinook brothers, who cause the warm wind to blow, and the Walla Walla family, who causes the cold wind to blow. They decide to finally hash out all of their differences in the form of the wrestling match. Whoever loses must have his head cut off. Coyotes is set to be the judge but he cleverly fixes the contest so that the Chinook brothers would fall and so they are all killed. One of the Chinook brothers leaves behind a son and wife and the wife tells her son that he must avenge his father's death when he grows older. Meanwhile, the Walla Walla brothers are wreaking havoc in Umatilla where his grandparents live - they constantly make the cold wind blow and steal the fist of Young Chinook's grandparents. Young Chinook is able to outwit the Walla Walla brothers so that they can no longer steal fish from his family. They challenge him to the same wrestling match that his father had fallen in, but this time, Coyote fixes the contest in Young Chinook's favor so that a balance could be restored between the two winds.

As-ai-yahal
This story gives several etiologies, but the most prominent is the etiology for summer and winter. As-ai-yahal tricks the East Wind, who freezes the earth so no one can obtain food, into believing that melting water is herring so the Wind stopped blowing and the snow and ice melted giving way to a much warmer season.


Three Raven Stories
The Origin of Daylight: The cousin of the Raven, Gull kept the light of the earth in a small box which he guarded carefully. That was the only light on earth. So Raven tricks his cousin into opening the box by causing a thorn to be stuck in Gull's foot and claiming that he cannot remove it without light.
Owl and Raven: Owl, who is close friends with Raven, makes a dress for Raven but Raven refuses to sit still as Owl tries to fit the dress. Annoyed with Raven, Owl, dumps the contents of a blubber lamp all of the white dress of Raven, and since then Raven is black all over.
The Spell of the Laughing Raven: A pair of moccasins is stolen and in a series of events, makes its way into the hand of grizzly, who is killed by Old Gray Wolf for possession of the moccasins. Because Old Grizzly was killed, the Klamath Lake People fight the Northerners while Raven laughs and laughs.


Woodrat and Rabbits
This story is surprisingly morbid. The jist is that Woodrat challenges several rabbits to a quarrel and when they refuse he quarrels with them anyway ultimately killing 5 of them and eating them with is other. Eventually, Woodrat and his mother are caught and burned to death. Morbid as it was, I liked the sudden turn the story took. It was unexpected which made the story that much more interesting.

Why There are no Snakes in Takhoma
This is a sort of a version of the flood that is required to reset creation after the creator becomes disgusted by its wickedness. However, there is a twist in that it is the animals, not mankind, that need to be reset. A medicine man shoots arrows into a cloud to make a chain for all of the good animals to go up to escape the flood. However, it is discovered soon that some bad animals as well as snakes are trying to ascend. The medicine man breaks the chain of arrow causing the bad animals to fall back to the earth and be drowned in the flood.


Part B: Favorites

Cry-Because-He-Had-No-Wife
This story was a bit difficult to follow - it has so many different twists and turns and parts that seem somewhat disconnected from the rest of the story. However, it was a very interesting story, nonetheless. A boy is known for crying day and night because he wishes for a wife. He starts on a tremendous journey to find the girl that will be his wife. He must outsmart a giant, get past a deadly cliff, and then outrun a great horse that guards the girl's house. He does all these things and is able to marry the girl, after which, he has a man's body. The two then travel back to the man's home and must use different types of whips in order to get home on the horse. This story in its entirety made me think of a Greek Epic like the Odyssey in which the hero must encounter several strange obstacles and characters throughout his journey. Some parts of the journey were difficult to understand completely like the bit about the whips.

Two Thunder-Bird Stories
The Golden Age: This story tells of how the Tinne people lost their immortality because they failed to obey the Thunderbird. As long as they kept a sacred arrow given to them by the Thunderbird, they would not have to die, but eventually, they use the arrow and they have to die like everyone else.
Origin of the Thunderbird -  we learn here where this mystical Thunderbird even came from.
The Thunderbird was created when the south wind catches a whale and cuts it across the back instead of longways. The whale turns into a bird which was the Thunderbird

An Indian's Vow to the Thunder Gods
This story was a little sad. It reminded me of the story of Rumplestiltskin but without the happy ending. A woman promises to give her first child to the Thunder Gods as a tribute, but after her son is born, she is overcome with joy and love for the boy and forgets all about her promise. Eventually, the Thunder Gods strike the boy dead, finally claiming his life as their own and the woman mourns heavily and as she ages, her story comes to be known through the sad song she sings about her loss.

Chinook Ghosts
In this story, a group of ghosts decide they wish to have a wife and thus take away Blue Jay's sister Ioi. Blue Jay goes to the land of the dead which appears as a large village where the men are skeletons, the people of the village fish for leaves and branches which are their trout and salmon, and the canoes used are old and worn. Blue Jay proves to be a menace in this world and the ghosts command Ioi to send Blue Jay home, Blue Jay does not follow his sister's instructions and dies on the way back. Now that he is to be a resident of the land of the living rather than a visitor, he can see the town as those living see it: full of men, not skeletons, actual salmon and trout, and new gleaming canoes. This was a very interesting twist to the story and it was cool to note the contrast drawn here between life and death especially to those who are not dead yet.

The Memaloose Islands
This is another story involving a visit to the land of the dead by one who is not yet dead. A maiden loses her husband and visits the death island to find him. She and her father journey by canoe and once they reach the island, the maiden steps out on the shore where she meets her husband but her father returns. The maiden and her husband dance all evening and they fall asleep. When she awakes, the maiden discovers that she is actually in the land of the dead rather than just on its shoes and flees back to her own village. Eventually, a baby is born to the woman, half human half spirit, and the woman's father wishes for his mother to meet the baby. He warns his mother not to look upon the child until it is ten days old, but predictably, the old woman cannot wait and gazes at the child who promptly dies. This angers the spirits and from then on, living people were not able to visit the land of the dead. This was interesting to me and I wondered if it had some sort of symbolic meaning, like people who were in the habit of living in the past learned how not to do so.

Coyote and Grizzly
The story begins with Old Grizzly becoming ill from eating too many Indians (talk about morbid!) and so she sends for Coyote as a medicine man. But Coyote decides that it is really in everyone's best interest for Grizzly to just die. He tells the grizzly that she is sick from eating too many Indians and she becomes angry at this for some reason, jumping up to chase him. Coyote runs from Grizzly all the time taunting her and finally tricks her into crossing a bridge which cannot support her weight. She falls and drown and Coyote is able to go back and tell his people that he has killed the troublesome Grizzly. Throughout this reading, I've sensed that Coyote has a bit of a complex - he needs to feel important which I suppose arises from his low rank derived from his story in the beginning of the reading.
Coyote and the Dragon
This is another testament to Coyote's apparent inferiority complex. He resolves to kill a dragon that had been plaguing the countryside. The dragon can only exist in the darkness so Coyote ropes down the sun to draw the dragon out of his lair, then releases this sun so that the dragon is killed.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Week 9: Famous Last Words - Accepting Defeat

I'm still recovering from my weekend. I was in the homecoming assembly (Wizard of Oz group, black chick in the front - maybe you saw me!) which was pretty darn exhausting, and don't even get me started on that devastating game Saturday. It just was not my boy, Money-cutt's day. But I've moved on from that! I mean, it's not like I've been sulking all weekend, dreading facing my co-workers on Monday (who, despite the fact that they live in NORMAN, are predominantly Pokes fans.) Nope, I've put on my big girl pants and I'm taking the advice on one Mr. Daniel Radcilffe.

Is there anything we can't learn from Harry Potter? (source: Flikr)
 
Anyways, all dashed Big 12 Championship dreams aside, this week has had a lot of highs and lows. This week has really been all about learning to accept defeat. I finally decided to cut my losses and go ahead and drop the Biochem class that has been plaguing me all semester. The thing was, since I changed my major to Biology Pre-PA (oh hey, guys, I changed my major to Biology Pre-PA) I didn't actually need biochem anymore and since I wasn't doing well in it (which is an understatement) the only thing it would do for me was drag down my GPA. I stuck it out as long as I could, but man, Kenny Rogers got it right when he said "you gotta know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away." So again, I was forced to don my big girl pants and make a decision. That was bittersweet because though I hate, hate, HATE to admit defeat, not having that class killing me everyday is a huge weight off my shoulders. Now that midterms are basically done, I'm living in a sort of eerie calm until the next wave of tests hits. Hopefully, this time around will be less stressful as I am hoping to try out some new study techniques...and hopefully stay on top of my work so I don't go into that I have-a-week-to-learn-five-chapters-of-material panic. Remember, guys: all study tips are appreciated!