Biologist He Was Born a Normal, Healthy

¶ … Biologist He was born a normal, healthy boy and he grew as little boys do, with G.I. Joe dolls and plastic guns. He seemed so normal through and through. When he chose books over monkey bars they thought him a little bit queer. He didn't pay sports like the others; instead he read all of Shakespeare. Then they told him men did not write poems, but they loved working with numbers. So he buried his inclinations and struggled with physics blunders.

The boy became a biologist, successful and smart they all thought. But in his heart he hated his life and the terrible lies he bought. Jennie's Side of The Yellow Wallpaper I feel so sorry for John's wife. Sometimes I just do not know what to think of their situation. On one hand, I understand that she is suffering from something dreadful and John is only trying to help her. On the other hand, I do not know how well John's prescription of isolation and rest is doing her.

I only say this because I see a type of pain and agony written all over her face. She is a new mother and yet there is something totally detached about her. When John first brought her to this old house, he had such high hopes. We all did. But as I keep an eye on her throughout the day, I've noticed that she has become more paranoid.

She always acts as though she is hiding something whenever I go around her, but it is beyond me to discover what that is. John tells me to keep her from writing, should I ever catch her doing so. I have not caught her writing but I wonder if it could be that harmful to her. Sometimes I think letting her express herself might give her some peace. It also might help take her mind off of the wallpaper.

She also seems to have a strange obsession with the wallpaper in the bedroom upstairs. It is the most hideous color in the world and I can certainly understand why she hates it. I have seen the places where she has torn away the wallpaper and can make neither heads nor tails of her strange behavior. I also do not know why John just does not replace the wallpaper. If it would help her, it seems like a good idea to me. I have done everything John asks of me.

I would love to see his wife get better but I do not know what to do anymore. I even offered to sleep with her at night if it would make her feel better. She only dismissed my gesture with a strange look on her face. I am worried because I know that being here is not helping her but John is a doctor and he knows best. Besides, I have no other ideas of how to help the poor little thing.

Sonnet They say love is a many splendid thing But sometimes I have to disagree. Love makes us sigh more often than it makes us sing Or at least that is how it seems to me. He loved her then stopped loving her, you see Or she loved him but her love flew away. Too soon love becomes the same old story; story of feelings that cannot stay.

Sooner or later the best of love dies; The poetry and kisses die too, Until the joy of love turns into sighs, Leaving all moments unhappy and blue. So please do not say that love is splendid; It's just a song that hasn't yet ended. The Misfit's Side of the Story Me and Hiram and Bobby Lee had quite a day today. We thought it would be a day full of nothing but running now that we are out of the Federal Pen.

But we had the pleasure of stumbling upon a lovely southern family that was kind enough to increase the total number of our victims by six. There was a mamma, a papa, two young ones, a baby, and an old lady. Those poor people -- they never made it to their vacation and the worse thing is that they never saw it coming. It must have been some shock to be heading somewhere and then stumble upon The Misfit and his gang. Meeting up with The Misfit is no vacation.

You can always tell when folks are going on vacation. They wear their bright and fancy vacation clothes and they always have to take grandma along. Grandma in her nice dress was looking all nice and pretty until she realized she was looking at The Misfit. Can I help it if my reputation has managed to spread over these parts? That granny and all her Jesus talk. She might have been a nice woman if she ever tried to shut up but.