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Marcus Robinson

English 1121

Essay Two

I can personally describe “The Money” by Diaz” as a double crossing story between a boy and a thief. The story is about a poor, but hard working family who’s just making it. During the story the family’s house was robbed due to a so-called “friend”, because of that, the narrator went to go take back the money . During the first paragraph we are introduced to a family of seven with five kids. They are depicted as having little to no income. Diaz states “ All the Dominicans I knew in those days sent money home. My mother didn’t have a regular job besides caring for us five kids, so she scrimped the loot together from whatever came her way. My father was always losing his forklift jobs, so it wasn’t like she ever had a steady flow.”  By using that language, we begin to see that this family works hard for everything they have in their life. Diaz cleverly uses words like “broke” and “scrimped” and “lost” to illustrate how little this family has. The mother of the family has a hidden part in the house which saved up money for her family. Even the kids knew not to touch the money. Burglary is a big thing that occurs in this neighborhood, the son in the text states “ Everybody got hit; no matter who you were, eventually it would be your turn. And this summer was ours.” At this point Diaz already set in motion the family getting robbed. “Still, we took the burglary pretty hard. When you’re a recent immigrant, it’s easy to feel targeted” said the son right after he has just been robbed. When he said “ easy to feel targeted” I can relate on the level where you feel like everyone picks on you because of your race.  It is also proven and shows people of lower class tend to stick and live together. So in a way the same habits of robbery influence the neighborhood because they are surrounded by the same type of people. This is also another reason why Diaz thought about keeping the money from his mom.  The way Diaz used similes to give life to a situation is genius, when the son was comparing the robbery to a “CSI-Style investigation.” That gave the text a detailed and yet fun description on the robbery. As soon as he figured out who took the money which were his friends,he wasted no time taking back what belonged to the family. What is most interesting is when the term “burglarizing” to describe what the cops would think of him if he was caught stealing. Because of all the crime and burglary occurring around him, he used that to say he is simply stealing. What is really unique about this text is towards the end when he thought about keeping his mother’s money for himself. It’s kind of ironic in the sense that he would want to keep it considering he just got robbed and now is about to rob his mother. Especially towards the fact his mother scrapes up whatever money she can and his dad is always losing his job.  

‘The Money’ can be similarly  compared to ‘The Purloined letter’  by Edgar Allen Poe. Both stories follow the idea of a double crime story.  ‘The purloined letter’ is about a letter that was stolen from the royal capital. Both stories share the same idea where an item was stolen and then later received. The story takes a more in depth robbery between political officials. Perfect of the police have a mission to find this stolen letter and take it from a thief in the minister’s apartment. Perfect proceeds to inform Duplin that someone has stolen this letter and it holds power. Duplin,  is this Gatsby like figure who is a mastermind behind a robbery.  Perfect and his police performed  a long and thorough search on his apartment, after finding nothing, and checked every corner no letter was to be found. Perfect was disappointed again after a second search a month later. At this point Perfect is lost in the case with no direction. Until one of his officers informed Perfect that Duplin had a plan of his own, he would provide the letter to the police for a reward. Perfect then goes to confront Duplin about his plan and offers him $50,000 as a reward, Duplin then all of a sudden has the letter for the reward. Perfect is bamboozled by this statement and Duplin explains how he made it possible. 

Two things that interest me most are the Story of Duplin and Perfect. They are both in the same story but take on two completely different roles. Perfect seems to never find his answers and he is being manipulated by Duplin. Duplin states “”Yes,” said Dupin. “The measures adopted were not only the best of their kind, but carried out to absolute perfection. Had the letter been deposited within the range of their search, these fellows would, beyond a question, have found it.” The only reason this story took place is because of Duplin’s plot for the letter and money. Just like in ‘The Money’ by Diaz, even though the son stole back the money from his ‘friend’, he considered keeping the money for himself instead of giving it back to his mom. How Duplin also uses ‘Mathematicians’ to describe how people don’t really know the truth. Just like Plato stated in “The Republic’ “art is imattive’. In the text Duplin states “As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all.” Meaning Perfect doesn’t really know the truth or what’s going on. In ‘The Republic’ art was compared to couches and the different type of people who make them. Duplin describes the truth with math and science in this text. When Duplin heard about the letter he made one true goal in mind, get the letter for his cash reward. What is ironic about this text is also how Perfect always failed despite his name being Perfect. Whats also interesting is when Diaz used the term ‘ burglarizing’, Duplin said ‘the thief must become the thief’.  Both text have terms in them that describe thievery as well.

In conclusion Both texts fall in the same idea of a double crime story .  In “The Money” by Junot Diaz, the language the author uses contributed to the main plot to happen. First the family was described as poor and barely making ends meet. Because of that it led the son not only to take his money back but think about keeping the money. This style of writing is very investigative in a way. For example when the money got stolen in ‘The money’ the son thought of many people who could have done it. The same thing applies to  ‘The Purloined letter’ , When Perfect and the cops tried so hard to find the letter, he just couldn’t and just kept looking. The two short stories also have very descriptive language that help develop a double crime story. Just like when Duplin had a secret plan, when perfect went to go confront him he offered a reward for the letter. Duplin then goes to give a very investigative description on how he obtained the letter.

Revision Notes

For my revision from the first essay to the final draft I focused mainly on grammar issues. I had some quotes that needed to be fixed as well as some spelling mistakes. Another major difference is I added more explanation after my quotes. This helped me give a better description and analysis on both of my two stories. I also have alluded Dupin to “The Great Gatsby.”

Marcus Robinson

English 1121

Essay Two

I can personally describe “The Money” by Diaz” as a double crossing story between a boy and a thief. The story is about a poor, but hard working family who’s just making it. During the story the family’s house was robbed due to a so-called “friend”, that leadinding into one of the sons of the family taking the money back. During the first paragraph we are introduced to a family of seven with five kids. They are depicted as having little to no income. Diaz states “ All the Dominicans I knew in those days sent money home. My mother didn’t have a regular job besides caring for us five kids, so she scrimped the loot together from whatever came her way. My father was always losing his forklift jobs, so it wasn’t like she ever had a steady flow.”  By using that language, we begin to see that this family works hard for everything they have in their life. Diaz cleverly uses words like “broke” and “scrimped” and “lost” to illustrate how little this family has. The mother of the family has a hidden part in the house which saved up money for her family. Even the kids knew not to touch the money. Burglary is a big thing that occurs in this neighborhood, the son in the text states “see that bike again. Everybody got hit; no matter who you were, eventually it would be your turn. And this summer was ours.” At this point Diaz already set in motion the family getting robbed. “Still, we took the burglary pretty hard. When you’re a recent immigrant, it’s easy to feel targeted” said the son right after he has just been robbed. When he said “ easy to feel targeted” I can relate on the level where you feel like everyone picks on you because of your race. The way Diaz uses similes is genius when the son was comparing the robbery to a “CSI-Style investigation.” That gave the text a detailed and yet fun description on the robbery. As soon as The s figured out who took the money which were his friends,he wasted no time taking back what belongs to the family. What is most interesting is when the term “burglarizing” to describe what the cops would think of him if he was caught stealing. Because of all the crime and burglary occurring around him, he used that to say he is simply stealing. What is really unique about this text is towards the end when he thought about keeping his mother’s money for himself. It’s kind of ironic in the sense that he would want to keep it considering he just got robbed and now is about to rob his mother. Especially towards the fact his mother scrapes up whatever money she can and his dad is always losing his job. 

‘The Money’ can be similarly  compared to ‘The Purloined letter’  by Edgar Allen Poe. Both stories follow the idea of a double crime story.  ‘The purloined letter’ is about a letter that was stolen from the royal capital. Both stories share the same idea where an item was stolen and then later received. The story takes a more in depth robbery between political officials. Perfect of the police have a mission to find this stolen letter and take it from a thief in the minister’s apartment. Perfect proceeds to inform Duplin that someone has stolen this letter and it holds power.  Perfect then does a long and thorough search on his apartment, after finding nothing, and checks every corner no letter was to be found. Perfect was disappointed again after a second search a month later. At this point Perfect is lost in the case with no direction. Until one of his officers informed Perfect that Duplin had a plan of his own, he would provide the letter to the police for a reward. Perfect then goes to confront Duplin about his plan and offers him $50,000 as a reward, Duplin then all of a sudden has the letter for the reward. Perfect is bamboozled and Duplin explains how he made it possible. 

Two things that interest me most are the Story of Duplin and Perfect. They are both in the same story but take on two completely different roles. Perfect seems to never find his answers and he is being manipulated by Duplin. Duplin states “”Yes,” said Dupin. “The measures adopted were not only the best of their kind, but carried out to absolute perfection. Had the letter been deposited within the range of their search, these fellows would, beyond a question, have found it.” The only reason this story took place is because of Duplin’s plot for the letter and money. Just like in ‘The Money’ by Diaz, even though the son stole back the money from his ‘friend’, he considered keeping the money for himself instead of giving it back to his mom. How Duplin also uses ‘Mathematicians’ to describe how people don’t really know the truth. Just like Plato stated in “The Republic’ “art is imattive’. In the text Duplin states “As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all.” Meaning Perfect doesn’t really know the truth or what’s going on.

In conclusion Both texts fall in the same idea of a double crime story .  In “The Money” by Junot Diaz, the language the author uses contributed to the main plot to happen. First the family was described as poor and barely making ends meet. Because of that it led the son not only to take his money back but think about keeping the money. This style of writing is very investigative in a way. For example when the money got stolen in ‘The money’ the son thought of many people who could have done it. The same thing applies to  ‘The Purloined letter’ , When Perfect and the cops tried so hard to find the letter, he just couldn’t and just kept looking. The two short stories also have very descriptive language that help develop a double crime story. Just like when Duplin had a secret plan, when perfect went to go confront him he offered a reward for the letter. Duplin then goes to give a very investigative description on how he obtained the letter.

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Marcus Robinson 

Essay one Draft two

English 1121

This short story is inspired by  “The Money” by Junot Diaz, The story can be seen from many different views and be interpreted differently. The two styles that you will see are from the thieves’ view and from the fathers.The family in the story, even most of the neighborhood was depicted as poor and without money. Even considering that the family in the story was honest and truthful. So in my essay I made my own perspective of “The Money” while still keeping the main points from the original story.

The Thief’s Perspective 

After an exhausting day of staying home sick my sister finally returns home with dinner. A pound of potatoes and a half dozen eggs. I usually eat this meal a lot because of our family’s minimum funds to spend. To others that’s a poor taste but in this family it is everything we have to eat. It’s only my father, sister and myself;  My mom passed a year after I was born, doctors said she had a rare  heart condition. At that time my sister was only four and my dad worked an amazing job and had more than enough money to support our family. For years  he continued to strive and make a living for himself until unfortunately someone totaled his car leaving him disabled. Lost his job and wife but at least he has his children to take care of him. Without the help of my sister we would probably be living under a bridge right about  now.  My sister decides to work long hours everyday instead of attending  school so I could get an education. Most days my father can’t help himself around so we would take turns helping,  growing up my sister and father are the only two people that always have my back. Now i’m seventeen and my sister is twenty one years old. 

An hour after my sister made it home from work, dinner was surely made and my sister tells me at the diner table  “ Please don’t get in any fights on your first day tomorrow! I don’t want you getting kicked out of another school”. I promise tomorrow will be different, I replied back quickly. In my old high school I would always cut class to go chill at the park with my best friends Andree and Andrea. On top of that my grades were horrible but what got me out was fighting some kid who looked at me the wrong way. My sister was always going out of her way to correct my mistakes and make sure there is a roof over my head. “ Don’t let the hard work your sister does for you go to waste”, said my father to me at the diner table. He’s right, It’s time to make a good reputation for myself and become a wonderful person just like my father and sister. Even though we don’t have any money to live a normal life, we all have each other.

    DING-DONG DING-DONG DING-DONG… I jumped out of my bed thinking why couldn’t I stay sick one more day, it’s too early in the morning to start my new school. DING-DONG.. I jumped out of my bed again then finally I shut my alarm off. Even though I didn’t get rest last night I still got up and ready myself for school. My father even made me an egg sandwich on my first day just like elementary school and wished me good luck son. My new school is only ten minutes away so luckily it’s easy to take myself to and from school. My sister was still asleep so I headed out for my day in the hope to make something good for my family. An hour after arriving at school everything’s going great. I even made my first friend Samuael in my first period of science class. Samuel nugged me afterwards  and said “ What are you doing for lunch”, I told him that I have an egg sandwich for lunch I will eat. Now everything was going fine at school until my first lunch period. Samuel went to buy lunch on the line and that’s when I saw my perfect opportunity to help my family.

Two hundred something dollars fell out of his bag while he was on line getting lunch and I only have a few seconds to decide if I should do the wrong thing for a better outcome. I know in my heart stealing is something you should never do, however in my situation two hundred dollars is like the jackpot to us. Should I just go back into my egg sandwich? My heart races and beats faster every second, I can’t disappoint my sister again in school i think to myself.  Most importantly Samuel is one of the good people we need more of in life. With no more thought and just action I took his money and never told anyone about what I just did. I don’t feel so bad because I think in the back of my head I do it for my loved ones not myself. Later on in the day at 3pm my sister came to walk me home from school. Of course she said “ I hope you didn’t run into trouble bro, don’t make me find out.” You know that feeling of guilt you have when someone asks you something and you lie to their face. Well that’s all I can feel right now on this walk home. I say nothing to my family  when I get home then lock myself in my room. Now it would be right to give it back but money is hard to come by in my life, in fact this is the most I’ve ever had in my hand before. Maybe I can return it when I get a job but jobs are hard to come by as well for me and my family. My father and sister would both be angry if I told them my secret anyway so I kept the money to myself.

The next day there was no school and I couldn’t take  the guilt of what I had done so I went to his house to return the money. I open the door and no one is there, I walk a few feet further and I notice money hidden in his house. Knowing it’s not right I was already too deep in, I took everything valuable in the house thinking of the good I’m doing to help out my bad situation. I guess his family was on a vacation because he did say he was going away this weekend. I quickly and quietly leave with another two hundred dollars and a few other values. All of the goods that I took from his house were kept underneath my bed. My family must not find this because it will lead to too many questions I’m not ready to answer. All I can do now is wait and hope no one saw me go inside that house.  

A few days later and I hadn’t seen Samuel not once in school. I wonder if he has caught on to me yet or if I’m okay. Whatever the cause is, I need to make sure no one finds what I took. Because that’s the only thing on my mind I head home, walk to my room and make sure no one is watching me. Only to find my window open and  nothing left, I ran to my father and sister and they didn’t seem to know about the money so there was only one person who could have taken the money. I wanted to help my sister and father with that money, even though it’s a wrong thing to do.  I can’t even get mad that someone robbed what I took from them, I learned a lesson that day and took a loss at the same time.

The Fathers Perspective 

I’m so happy that after a year I can finally afford to send my family and myself on a family vacation. Our favorite place to go  is up north to vermont every year. It doesn’t matter how much money we have, sometimes having a piece of mind is worth more than a dollar. I work long hours in a meat packing warehouse making just enough to support my kids and wife. My wife usually stays home most days in the week and works sometimes to take care of our young ones at home, except our son who goes to school everyday. I try to help out all family members I possibly can because as a poor middle class family we understand how rough it can be.  Our neighborhoods even aren’t safe to raise children in or yet even live in.My biggest hope, my son Alexander has dreams to have a career and help this family financially.  That’s a long time from now so all I’m excited for is another family vacation this year.

After I get home from work the next day no time is wasted telling my wife and kids “We can afford to go away on another family vacation.”  Everyone is excited to be going away this year again even though we will be broke again. I tell all of my children because we are going away we need to keep this house safe. There are many people who get robbed or hurt where I am. Crime is at its peak so I need to make sure we are not gone for too long. The last thing I need is for someone to take the last of what we had. The only thing we have left is a money box that me and my wife contribute to daily. I make sure to tell my kids all the time to say nothing about our family to friends. I made sure my son got a week off school and a week off of work for myself. A week later It was time to go on vacation. It’s good to see all of us have something to be happy about. Moments don’t come often for people like us.

As i’m driving to where we will be staying, all I worry about is the event of someone actually robbing my house. However the drive is nice and only hits a little traffic going up. I Reminisce  back on past memories my family has shared and think about how I never want this feeling to end. We were gone for five and returned back home for the weekend. It would be an amazing thing if I could just go home and straight to sleep.  Instead I came home to a warm welcoming surprise of a half empty house. My heart dropped, the kids started crying, and my wife cursed all of us out. “This is your fault, it was probably your so called friends” “We should have never left for vacation” said my mother. I calm her down and call the cops to find out what happened.and of course they can’t find anything. Were all doomed, our savings and that money are all gone. What am I to do now with no way of supporting my family.  The least I can do is ask around my neighborhood if they have seen or heard anything. Almost everyone didn’t see anything, just the mailman they told me.  Cops never got back to us about the burglary on our house. At this point It’s best to just go back to work and work more hours so we won’t get evicted. My wife still goes rampage after rampage everyday because that’s all we had. My son is the only quiet one in this situation so I guess he is shooken up about the whole thing. Days pass and still no word from aanone, it’s time to just accept defeat and head back to a normal life. For sure this time there won’t be any family vacations before. Today I’m home from work so I walked to the living to take a nap and then woke up to my wife screaming at the top of her lungs, so loud that it even woke the kids up. I run upstairs and she is thanking my son like there is no tomorrow. I ask what  just happened? My wife replies our son found our stolen money. At first I thought she was lying but it turned out to be true. I felt relieved that we still had something. I thanked my son for what he did and decided to give him some for what he did. I wasn’t going to ask  how he did It, I’m just thankful that I have someone in my life who is truthful. 

This assignment required me to be creative in making a story. It also taught me how to see from different peoples perspectives, there are just simply too many sides to a story. Just like In Raymond Queneau, Exercises in Style the same story was told in multiple perspectives of people that were on the bus. That is how I structured my essay based on “The Money”. One from the thieves’ view  and another from the father’s view.  What I learned from writing and revising my first  essay compared to the second is  language that you can use to determine the way people interpret your story. Language can be soft, visual, loud etc.. to get the reader to interpret a story.  Secondly this assignment opened my eyes to the fact of how I can start to look at not just what a text is about but all the things that make up that text. For example in Queneau, Exercises in Style  from the bus, outside, people, weather, language, etc.. are all different components that make up an interpretation. So it’s not just about someone who got into an allertaction on a bus, but everything around makes uo as well. Personally the hardest part for me is developing my own style of writing for this assignment. I feel like I stuck too close to the text and didn’t make my own unique style of writing on the first draft. So for this draft I gave more detail to my story that aligns with “The Money.”

Marcus Robinson     

English 1121

Essay No.1-Draft

The Objective

This short story is inspired by  “The Money” by Junot Diaz, The story can be seen from many different views and be interpreted differently. The two styles that you will see are objective from the thieves view and a virtuous remix from the child’s view. The family in the story, even most of the neighborhood was depicted as poor and without money. Although there wasn’t very much available they were honest and truthful. I chose to write from the view of the thiefs side but also change the story. One personal way I Interpret “The Money ” is as objective and a virtuous story , There will always be people who want more no matter the cost and who don’t care about personal feelings as well as those who have standards. 

Not everyone is lucky to have a life like mine. You either have to work hard or be born into wealth to get into this life. The only downside to being rich is you lose your ambitions because you already have everything someone can dream of. So you turn to the only thing you have left which is money. Enough money will make anyone go rotten inside and out, at least it did to me and my family anyway. It’s freezing out here, my brother Theo said, you should come inside. It’s time for business as usual. As I slowly walk inside and welcome our guest for the evening, I smile at everyone but today I actually feel guilt for a change. Every tuesday at 8pm precisely my father has potential clients come into our massive house for real-estate. It happened to be Mr and Ms Walton who are looking to buy property. In this neighborhood our reputation precedes us as the best retailers around. My dad uses our family money and assets to help the less fortunate. Only my dad, brother Theo and me of course all by ourselves. Now the plan is simple, all we have to do is convince our wonderful guest that we have what they want only excluding the fact we’re robbing them of thousands of dollars behind closed doors. Hey it may not be the nicest thing to do to anyone but it’s just the usual family business. It will never matter how much my family has all we know is that it will never be enough money for us. 

Strangely one morning about two weeks later we get a call from a family friend who lives a mile away. He talks about throwing a party to celebrate good times and friendship. I can’t remember the last time someone wanted to throw a party for me. Who can deny a party, a few drinks with my friends. Ideally it sounds fun but no one must ever find the red briefcase hidden in our house. Of course my father and brother knew about this special briefcase and if lost our life would be at a loss. A day passes and it’s time for the party, except we didn’t expect 100 people or more to come. Not that we couldn’t fit everybody, I just don’t want to be responsible if anything valuable gets stolen. “What an amazing house you have” says Stanly, the man who decided to throw this party. I replied it’s great to see this neighborhood together for a change. The residents in our neighborhood were all quiet and rich people so I doubt anyone would steal from us.

Thank You for coming! See you next time as I say goodnight to everyone leaving. But I feel uneasy, my heart is pounding and I can’t get my mind off that red briefcase. Ironically my dad and brother immediately stare at me  as the door slams shut behind me, where is the briefcase they both ask simultaneously? Not a word leaves my mouth. The only thought in my head is that our lives are ruined if someone found it. So I ran with no hesitation to the hiding place only to find myself in disbelief that my room looks like a hurricane has swept it away and no briefcase was to be found. I panic and think who could possibly know what this is and when during the party was it stolen. I never saw anyone leave with anything remotely close to a red briefcase. Who would want to steal from the most successful criminals in Maryland? Couldn’t have been the Waltons there too old. Then who? The people who gave the idea for the party? Unfortunately we can’t go to the cops because they will find out our lies so I need to think long and hard. 

Suddenly It strikes fast, the only other person in the world who knew about that hiding spot. My mother must have snuck in last night with our guest and took what belonged to me.  Luckily she only lives an hour down I-95, so I tell my brother and father the news and they force me to drive considering this is all somehow my fault. It all makes sense why she wanted that briefcase, she was just honest and never wanted anything with criminals like us even though the pay was well. I make it to her house and drive slowly. Surely she’s not home at the moment. I waste no time struggling to climb through her back window in search of what’s mine. I’m surprised because the red briefcase is right in front of me. Open it and sure enough is all our records that proves me my father and brother conduct illegal business.  Although I couldn’t help to see what else was hiding in her house because there is always more to take. The entire house was perfect kitchen nothing, bedroom nothing, however in the bathroom, now that is worth taking. No matter how much of something you have or want in life, you will always want more and for me that’s money. 

I have no questions in relation towards where my mother managed to scrounge up two hundred thousand dollars but I took it anyway.  I headed up back north to my home in Maryland feeling successful, my family welcomed me home and I returned only the red briefcase back. Days past even months and still nothing from any of my family. I feel guilty about what I did by taking my mother’s money but Not everyone is lucky to have a life like mine.

It’s only the five of us on this lonely farm as for away from the city as possible. My days are mostly simple, my mom raises my two baby sisters who are only three months old. Meanwhile my father works hard on the felids to sell fresh fruit to keep money in the house. Luckily for me I was the first person in my family fortunate enough to get an education . One that may make me a doctor or lawyer someday my mom hopes. One hot summer day I became memborized on my father’s work ethic only for it to pay off so little. The hardest part is keeping away thieves from our farms, they take what they can run off with it. As long as no one finds what’s most precious to this family, a diamond necklace passed from generation here on this poor farm.

Virtuous 

When I was little I never cried at a funeral, maybe I couldn’t feel the grief of everyone in the room or I just couldn’t comprehend death. So why cry today, my uncle who always supported me died in a car accident. No one deserves that kind of death. We heard the news early yesterday morning, so a week passed and  my family and I left in the morning to go to the funeral.It was a beautiful service, got to see a long distance family member. Honor my uncle, and the food was amazing. However, I wish I could say the same thing when my family arrived home later on today.  My father was about to turn into the incredible hook and my mother was devastated to see our poor farm now broke. Who would want to rob us the one day we leave. We’ve been good to everyone and this is how our community treats us back. Of course the thieves stopped when they found that diamond necklace, as my mother cries I promise our items will be returned

But firstly who are these mesiouris thieves. Thankfully this town is small so there can be only but so many people who would want business with us.

All these problems started happening when I did first start in high school and that’s when it dawned on me. There are these two twins that go by the Robinson’s, they don’t come from the best family and sure as hell there sneaky. No one takes what belongings to my family and gets away with it. So I take all the chances in the world and blame them. Like I said this town is small so we all knew where eachother lived. I paid the Robinsons a friendly visit when they all left for work and school. Today I had to skip school because this is priceless. I checked the mailbox for an emergency key and luckily there is one there. After an hour of searching I see something priceless: a diamond necklace, something that belonged to my mom. I put it around my neck and quickly leave the way I came. Its about a ten minute walk home and on that walk home I felt happy I can contribute to my family. Like an undercover agent.  I return the necklace to my mother because it’s the right thing to do. . One day I feel like I will be blessed for the good I have done.

In making this story what I mainly learned from “The Money” by Junot Diaz is the language that you use can determine the way people interpret your story. Language has an unlimited amount of styles as well, so depending on your word play you can make the same story one hundred times all interpreted differently. Just like in Raymond Queneau’s “Exercises in Style,” about the same scenario just with a different style of writing. Another proved to be a changeling topic was recreating the story because it is based on “The Money”.

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