During the trip to the MOMA the exhibit that we visited was unlike anything I have ever seen before. Each piece of work was so different but everything blended together, the art, the contrast of the background, and the smell all contributed to the experience of viewing the exhibit. At first the work that stuck out to be was a black town with asphalt on the ground, but I figured that this was just because it was the darkest thing in a room full of bright white light. I kept looking around the exhibit and noting really caught my eye until I saw one image in particular, this was the image of a naked man on his hands and knees slicing his back open with a knife. For some reason this really spoke to me, it was a little distorted and eerie but it was real, it was something I feared. Usually they say that friends or even family can stab you in the back but this portrayed something more, it portrayed a more personal outlook. You are the only person who should be able to let you down, others shouldn’t influence how you live you life, yes people can stab you in the back but at the end of the day it is yourself who is in control. I feel like I connected to this piece so well because of my personal life right now, I recently went through a breakup after almost 5 years of dating, my ex was not a bad person he just wasn’t supportive and didn’t display emotion. I would let his and others view of me drag me down and dictate how I lived my life and also my happiness. Why should I let others control my thoughts? my happiness? why should someone else’s opinion of me matter more than my own? By having this mentality I was essentially stabbing myself in the back, there was no one to blame but myself and if I’m not happy with things in my life it is up to me to change it. I don’t want to be left vulnerable, walling in self pity, when I am the one who can change my situation. The image stuck to me and I realized I am allowing myself to be that person, and I sort of had an epiphany and realized I have to do whatever I can to not be my own worst enemy and end up like the person in the picture.

Why does the girl have so many pressures bestowed on her? it seem like every aspect of her life is being judged by everyone around her.

Does he only want to hold on to the hatred he has towards his father so he wont need to deal with the pain and grief you feel when you lose someone you love dearly?

When speaking of Freud why is the Oedipus complex the only type of “family romance” identified? Freud has this in girls but instead it is called penis envy; does this also show how Freud was very biased in his work?

why is Elizabeth seen as a possession throughout the novel? everyone refers to her as “theirs”

Why do all of the characters seem so hung up on the past? They cant seem to move past anything, I understand they recall things from the past but the emotions are still closely attached to the events.

As Brianna fled her dorm room to leave for school she became flooded with anxiety and thought about why she hasn’t unpacked, it has been three days since she came back after visiting friends, and also why she decided taking 7:25 classes was a good idea. Upon exiting the elevator she left the building and headed down 3^rd avenue, passing the breakfast cart usually stationed there at this early hour. Veering right onto 96^th street she had to endure the wretched upward slope which transformed her calf’s into rocks. As Brianna walked down the steps into the subway the person walking like a snail in front of her did not alleviate the fear of being late. She reached the subway platform and immediately the smell of raw sewage flooded her nostrils, and there was a mange infected rat directly below her on the tracks, she thought “wow today is off to a great start.” When the subway came she entered going to one of the end doors, she refused to enter the middle because then she may come into physical contact with more people. Someone was in her usual spot forcing her to touch the warm sweaty metal. How disgusting? All of it. The 6 train finally arrived at 23^rd street after mocking moving very slow and being held in the station for no reason at all. Brianna quickly ran to class disregarding the “do not cross” signal thinking how it wouldn’t be that bad if a car hit her. After turning left on 23^rd onto Lexington the school was in sight, she entered class and Sid looked at her asking “why are you so late?” and thing why she looked so disheveled,  she just shrugged and tried to look for a seat in the full classroom.

is this book a third person account of  Mrs. Dalloway’s thoughts? it is very fast and it completely changes themes in almost every paragraph.

What is the significance of all of the allusions to famous works and other famous people?

Why does his family constantly say that Gregor doesn’t understand them? None of them have tried to communicate with him or even pay attention to the clues he gives.