AndrewAdams: January 2009 Archives

Good Point...sometimes

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I read How to Read Literature Like a Professor in high school. I hated it then, and I'm hating it again this time around. One (of many) of my problems with this book is the way that Mr. Foster makes points and then almost always contradicts himself, so in my eyes his points are meaningless. On page 8 he talks about communion and breaking bread with those whose company we enjoy, and then immediately says, "As with any convention, this one can be violated." To most people this would just seem a way to clear up that this particular point is not fact. However, I know from experience that he does this with almost every single point that he makes. Sure, I have a personal bias against this book, but I am trying to get by it because he does make some good points, even though he will renounce said points shortly thereafter.

Racism at its finest

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The character of Tom in The Great Gatsby bothers me to no end. Besides the fact that he is unfaithful to his wife and hits his mistress, he is also quite the racist. On page 13 he talks of how whites are the dominant race and that "...we've produced all the things that go to make civilization-- oh, science and art, and all that." He truly is the epitome of stupidity, but gets away with it because he is intimidatingly strong, and also rich. Saying that the white race is responsible for science and art is like saying that the white race is responsible for the sun rising and setting, completely untrue and moronic.

After After Apple Picking

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I enjoy Frost's use of simple things and actions to show his thoughts about life. The art of picking apples seems to represent the speaker's dreams/aspirations he wished to accomplish throughout his life. The fact that the speaker is "...done with apple-picking now" represents that his life is coming to an end. He wished to do much with his life, or to harvest the "great harvest I myself desired." However, very few if any people accomplish everything they want to do with their life.

Frost's poems make me reflect on my own life the way that he reflects on his. This type of poem makes me want to assert myself more to harvest my own apples, before I'm too tired to do so.

Frost's deception

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Robert Frost's poem "The Road Not Taken" stuck with me because of the way that the poem ends. The first three stanzas depict the speaker picking between two roads that are seemingly similar to one another in contimplation of which to pick. Phrases such as "...just as fair" and "Though as for that passing there/ Had worn them really about the same," show that the roads are similar. Also, it seems like the speaker regrets the choice he is about to make, by saying "Yet knowing how way leads on to way, / I doubted if I should ever come back." and "I shall be telling this with a sigh." Yet after all this, the poem shows that taking the path that he chose made "all the difference." It was almost deceiving.


This poem made me think about some of the choices that I have made, some were on paved highways which everyone takes, and some were paths through desolate wilderness. I realized the ones on paths less travelled are what define me as a person.

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