March 18, 1948
Today. Today is the day. Today is the day that I break free from the shackles of poverty; today is the day that Benny, and Mama, and Travis, and Ruth and I say goodbye to the life we live. The feeling of coming back, smile on my face, liquor license in my hand is going to be sweeter than never holding the car door for a white man again! Hot dog, I can't wait to "change our lives" (108). But now I got this money I can. Today is our day. Today is my day. Today...
March 19, 1948
'How' is the only question I have to ask. How can God be so cruel? How can Willy do that when "I put my life in [his] hands" (128)? How can I ever look into the eyes of Mama again? How can I ever look at the tombstone of my dad again? How can I look at Beneatha knowing that I'm the reason she can't be a doctor? I don't know what to do anymore. I tried my best and I messed everything up so much more. Yesterday may have been my day, but today--the day that really mattered-- wasn't.
John/Jack:
ReplyDeleteThis blog was super interesting. I think it was really cool how you made two different entries to really emphasize the sudden change in mood that Walter has. He goes from being super happy to feeling guilty. Very cool!!!!
It was really awesome how you contrasted your two entries between before the and after Walter found out he lost all the money. Also, I really liked how you included a picture from the play itself. Great work, keep it up!
ReplyDeleteI like the two days perspective. It really highlights the difference in attitudes in the house. Interesting idea. Nice job buddy
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