âThe Yellow Wallpaperâ is written in first person narrator as recognize by the use of âIâ in text and the narrator is telling about what she sees, thinks, feels and what her experiences are in the story. Â In the story, the narrator describes how she sees and thinks the house as âI would say a haunted house â(Pg 1) and she describes her feeling of someone is staring at her from the pattern of the yellow wallpaper in her bedroom as âThere is a recurrent spot where the pattern lolls like a broken neck and two bulbous eyes stare at you upside downâ (Pg. 4). I think it is an unreliable narrator because there are many areas that she mentions them but no further explanation are given and the sentence that gives me the narrator is unreliable is that when she talks about the smell as âI thought seriously of burning the house âto reach the smell. But now I am used to it. The only thing I can think of that it is like the color of the paper! A yellow smellâ (Pg.9). I think this is the narratorâs distorted thinking and confusing me.
According to Merriam Webster dictionary, the meaning of the word âdystopiaâ is:  an imaginary place where people are unhappy and usually afraid because they are not treated fairly.   I think âThe Yellow Wallpaperâ is dystopian because the narrator is unhappy about the bedroom,   the work she is forbidden for taking care of her baby like other mothers, and not to write.
âThe Cottagetteâ is also written in first person and reliable narrator since there is nothing confusing or distorted thinking. The meaning of the word âutopiaâ is:Â an imaginary place in which the government, laws and social conditions are perfect. I think âThe Cottagetteâ is utopian because everything in the story is perfect for both Mr. Matthew and Malda like they love each other, to get marry, the beautiful place they both like and most important thing that Malda doesnât need to cook and Mr. Matthew loves her as a painter.
Project#1
Retelling of the story âA Rose for Emilyâ in First person narrator
Two Men in My Life
I am Emily and I live in a small town where my father has influent in old generation and he is also influent my life when I was in younger age by not allowing any young men in town to approach me. Because of him, many town people in the community believe I am pride and stubbornness. Some saw me as very distant person and living in the past. I believe I am a very strong person never change my mind and give up what I want to do.
I loved my father because he was the only man that I met in life until he died and at the same time I hated him so much for bringing me up so lonely and not thinking long enough for my future if he was unable to accompany me one day . He believes that none of the young men were quite good enough to me. Now, I am all alone by myself in this old house with nothing left. How should I do with this big old house with no one to talk to? The complex feeling of love and hatred to my father strike me so hard that caused me sick for a longtime after his death. Although I have two cousins in Alabama, we were not too close due to the estate of my great aunt when my father was alive. Furthermore, they didnât even show up at my fatherâs funeral and I am not close enough to them to talk about my feelings. The fears, the loneliness and sleepless night cause me sick for a long time but I do not want the town people to see my weakness since my family has a reputation in town and I donât want people take advantage on me since I am alone and I have to protect the dignity of my familyâs tradition and myself.
I met him in the summer after my fatherâs death. His name was Homer Barron. He was a Yankeeâbig, dark skinned with a loud voice. He was a construction foreman who came to the town with the construction company for pavement of the town sidewalks. After I met him, I felt myself like a different person and the most enjoyable time of my life. The most memorable time for me was spending the time with him on Sunday afternoon driving in the yellow-wheeled buggy around the town despite of the gossip of the town people and the warning of the minister that I made a bad example to the young people. He also gave me the type of joy that I ever had and I was dreaming and planning of the upcoming my wedding.
After the street sidewalk construction have finished, I thought he gave me opportunity to ask my two female cousins to leave the house and he will be back within a couple days for preparing our wedding. He did back in town after three days my cousins left.
All my dreams and happiness were not last for too long when he said to me that he cannot marry me. He said he enjoys drinking with young men in the Club and he was not the type of marrying person. He is the man that I love most in my life after my father. I hate him as if I never met him in my life and at the same time I donât want to lose him forever. I must decide to do something so he will with me the rest of my life whether dead or alive. I went to the drug store to buy the best available poison. The local law requires buyer to tell for which purpose use, but I donât want to answer and just said give me the arsenic then I saw âfor ratsâ on the package.
I have prepared one room above the stair for our wedding. Inside the room, everything was set up for bridal including rose color curtains, rose-shaded lights, dressing table, manâs toilet silver sets, menâs outfit clothing including the nightshirt. I want the man I love to lay on my wedding bed for ever. I will have opportunity to fulfill my wishes to sleep next to him who is alive or not. Since my health gets deteriorating, I know I will not live longer soon. I will leave unanswered question as question mark for the poison that I bought and the corpse that people will find in one room of my house after I die because I donât like to admit that I committed the crime.