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Wolfers, A Dear Friend, Seeing Emitt Till's body was quite a shock. I did not expect it to be so a grotesque condition as it was. I can't imagine that what he did was a fair tradeoff for such brutal treatment and ultimately murder. From what I hear, he was a naiive child from the north who didn't know how things work here in mississippi. I hadn't realized that racism was so radical still. I'm positive that if it had been a white guy winking at that woman there wouldn't be second thoughts about it. I guess things are really that much better in chicago if Emitt thought that that sort of action was acceptable. It shows the true nature the south. I'm appalled that we can't move our society along to the point of at least tolerance. Sincerely, Andy

[Dear Friend, Seeing Emitt Till's body was quite a shock. I did not expect it to be so a grotesque condition as it was. I can't imagine that what he did was a fair trade off for such brutal treatment and ultimately murder. From what I hear, he was a naïve child from the north who didn't know how things work here in Mississippi. I hadn't realized that racism was so radical still. I'm positive that if it had been a white guy winking at that woman there wouldn't be second thoughts about it. I guess things are really that much better in Chicago, if Emitt thought that that sort of action was acceptable. It shows the true nature the south. I'm appalled that we can't move our society along to the point of at least tolerance. Sincerely, Andy

I liked the word choice (grotesque!). Next time, please proofread. You know grammatical errors drive me insane.

-Diana]

 Andy- I liked how you elaborated on your feelings about racism and the "nature of the South." (I also agree with Diana.) Very nice word choice! -Sanjana The detail you used along with your opinions let me visualize what the south was like. You do have to proofread, but I thought it was very well written. ~Meghann

As you know, my assignment for the weekend was to read chapter fourteen of To Kill a Mockingbird. However, I was unable to do so, because immediately after I got home, before I had even a chance to get my book out in order to read, a helpless mouse approached me and asked for a cookie, as he had not eaten in almost a weak. Simpathetic for the helpless creature, I felt obliged to give such a cookie to the mouse. Thus I walked towards the pantry to get the cookie, but I slipped on the floor that my mother had recently mopped and was still wet. consequently, I through out my back and was forced to take a trip to the chiroprator. It was a good thing that my grandmother had left her life alert on the floor within my grasp because I had fallen and couldn't get up. After I alerted the ambulence, they rushed me to the only chiropracto in the city who had an emergency room. After being hospitalized for the night, I was told I would probably never walk again. By the way, I couldn't rthe book that night in the hospital because I was out cold on anestesia. Anyway, I suffered one and a half days of physical therapy until the point where I miraculously regained the use of my bipedal motion. I soon returned home and opened the pantry to discover the lack of cookies. I proceeded to bake some so that the starving mouse may eat. After he had finished the entire batch by four o'clock on sunday night, I set about to read the book. I was not two words in when the mouse began complaining he was thirsty and required milk. I figured it would be best to do away with the distraction before I read instead of dealing with the annoyance while I read. I poured him a glass of milk, but the mouse the complained that he did not drink skim milk, but only two percent. I proceeded to take the keys and illegally drive myself to the supermarket becuase no one would me a ride because they did not want to miss any of the super bowl. As I arrived at the supermarket, I improperly parked the car as an unexperienced driver and got out into the parking lot. As I crossed towards the lot to the building, a was malled by a vicous dog. I managed to fend him off with my amazing strength and power, but not without aying the price of losing my wallet. I was without means of buying any milk. So with that, I got back into the car and drove to a farm which was conveiently next door because this is Lancaster, and I milked the cow myself. By the time I had pasturized and homogenized the milk, it was already time for school, and thus, I had no time to read the book, and now I have to watch antaped version of the super bowl.

Andy-PROOFREAD IT! Very funny excuse =) -Sanjana

People are inherently good or evil based upon their parents. They are raised to act on such behaviors of their parents. Should their parents instill negative actions into their children, said children should behave accordingly, and vice versa for positivity. These are habits that must be broken for a person to act on the opposite part. Thus, people can be born as good or evil based on genetics, but it takes effort on their part do act otherwise.

Rebecca Mrs. Danvers is very eager to show the narrator the west wing. She wishes for the narrator to see how much better the rooms are on that side of the house. By doing this, Mrs. Danvers means to make the narrator feel inferior to Rebecca, that Mr. De Winter had loved her more. The fact that Rebecca received the bigger room, and the nicer things, and the adoration of Mrs. Danvers shows that Rebecca was better. In fact, Mrs. Danvers went so far as to have the room enhanced before the narrator's tour. Purely out of spite, Mrs. Danvers had the room thouroughly cleaned, and after that, it was cleaned again. It was repainted and re-carpeted. Mrs. Danvers hired a construction crew to increase the size of the room, such that there was a door leading directly into the sea. She had another story added on to the top, more elegant than that below, with a tower on top of that. From the tier of the tower, one could overlook every flower garden on the entire estate. Mrs. Danvers hired more butlers and maids that were to only stay in this area of the house, waiting hand and foot on Rebecca. There was a plethora of new furniture direct from the corners of the world, and a bed so large that one could become lost in it. There was series of doors leading from the room, each leading to a greenhouse, with a different type of flower. The room combined the elegance of the drawing room with the perfection of the morning room and the homely feel of the library. To make it convincing, Mrs. Danvers had the entire room enfused with a musty smell to make it appear worn. She also covered everything in white sheets and covered the room with a few months worth of dust. Afterwards, she had the sheets removed and the room cleaned for the narrator's tour. As the narrator entered the room, she was astonished. Mrs. Danvers allowed her a few minutes to wander the suite, and then burst into tears. Although her sobs were as fake as Mrs. Danvers had made the room, she got her point across to the narrator that she missed Rebecca dearly, and that the new Mrs. De Winter was simply no replacement. Mrs. Danvers was comforted dearly by the narrator, however as she passed by her closed door that night, she could hear her sobs through closed door. Mrs. Danvers smiled, content with the feelings she had successfully instilled in the narrator, and continued her walk.