MRS.Dalloway3

Maribel Peralta

ENG 2850/KTA

November 12, 2015

I see these two characters coming together as Virginia Woolf’s work of art because although these characters are very distinct they are also very similar. In the story you can see in the beginning that Clarissa foreshadows that something bad is going to occur which ends up being the death of Septumus. She feels very attached to him because in reality he was created by Mrs. Woolf to create a figurine of two characters with the internal struggles she personally was struggling with. By analyzing this chart that I have provided you can begin to notice some of the connecting hints that she provided for us. In real life Mrs. Virginia Woolf used to suffer from bipolar depression and had very spontaneous mood swings.  And would often depress herself in her own thoughts of what she believes people thought of her and her writing. She felt the pressures of the society around her tormenting her and ended up leaving her husband a widow by committing suicide herself and ended up drowning herself. I believe that she depicted the work of art of her life’s story through this book and depicted how we are all connected in this world and face similar challenges figuring out our own identities.

His feet paced across the uneven pavement as he rushed towards the Central Avenue Station. Alex looked forward at the opening in front of him, watching the shadow of the elevated tracks grow closer and closer. He was already late but still thankful that no trains had passed across his view – a sign that he had timed everything correctly.

He made his way through the procession of people, all of whom looked just as sweaty and nervous as he did, to the elevated platform he had been chasing since he left. He remained waiting on the platform a story above the Brooklyn streets, staring off at the nearly undisturbed sky. From a distance he could discern an ensemble of birds flying around a single building as they outlined the shape of a halo. A man stood on the roof guiding them from below. The man moved effortlessly – left and then right, up and then down. How curious he thought to himself. What sentiment could this man have towards such simple creatures?  Could it be loneliness, anxiety, or simply just an obscure hobby? He was shaken from these thoughts by the rattling of the M Train. He took one more glance before stepping inside; the doors closing behind him.

Alex stood unconcerned with the smell of cigarette smoke that filled the train as he watched his previous curiosities fade away in the distance behind him. He continued to stare until he began to feel  tears and a burning sensation in his eyes. Confused, he looked around. He read the expressions on the surrounding faces as he tried to make sense of the smoke that had come into his focus through what were typically already dirty glasses. Following the other’s gaze, he stared down to the end of the train to a single woman who sat with her eyes closed. A long white cigarette hung from her mouth as she continued to sit silently despite the dirty looks and verbal protests from those around her. She remained still, her actions were disorderly but her demeanor was not. He continued to stare as he began to boil down the experience into a personal memory of Audrey Hepburn’s gaunt like expression as Holly Golightly. He thought back to his childhood, his father had loved Breakfast at Tiffany’s. He closed his eyes. How peculiar that something so irrelevant could bring so many memories of his father back to life – what a strange world we live in, he thought.

Early fall always had a way of littering the ground with leaves and staining Pauline’s car with pollen. However, her car was about five steps too far from the house to even reconsider taking any allergy medicine. Maybe one day when her indolence would evaporate, and she would know what it felt like to breathe freely in all seasons.

That day was but a distant fantasy to her since thoughts of possible meals constantly muddled her thoughts. Merging onto the surprisingly empty Long Island Expressway took no effort on her part, as she mused to herself about the new items on the Taco Bell menu, where quality meat quantity. The homemade sandwich perched passenger side was not nearly as friendly as a foil wrapped $5 burritos.

Pauline was running late; as usual. Taking the 30W exit ramp too fast jostled a couple of objects from the passenger seat; a cigarette box, a couple of pens, and the sandwich found a new home under the passenger seat. Despite being homemade, the sandwich was acting ungrateful. She swore under her breathe that Taco Bell would never do this to her.

Despite food being against her, traffic was flowing well up to the pre-Midtown Tunnel toll booths. Squirts of hyperactive taxis forced themselves into the too-narrow lanes. Nothing seemed right about the tunnels; they were too dim and seemed unsafe to pass; perhaps humans were never meant to zip around in little metal tubes through tight concrete pipes. Why did commuting always involve tubes? Why are all modes of transportation fast moving metal boxes? Who thought this would be safe?

Her Chevy was greeted by blinding streams of light as it roared out of the tunnel. She was still late. The terror of the tunnels would never hold her back from racing to meeting at the station. She was late, and Jason would be disappointed. In one flowing motion she flowed from 33rd Avenue to Lexnington.

She was late, and everyone will watch her walk in awkwardly. Just like the Board of Directors meeting last year. Man, she still felt the burning stares of the Undergraduate Student Government senators, who lost interest in their catered sandwiches after the disruption. Fake politico pricks. She was late. The light on 28th and Lexington was red. She was late.

A stream of students blocked her attempt to turn onto 26th Avenue. She was late. But not late enough to risk a student’s life. She was late. She was late. She was late.

The parking lot attendant shoved a poorly torn ticket into Pauline’s hand. She was late. The ticket for the lot was missing a corner, but it would still scan. She was late.

There are always too many students in the plaza during noon. She was late. They were getting in her way. She was late.

She shoved through them. She was late.

She did not care. She was late.

She finally arrived at Baruch, late.

John works from home daily bases Monday through Friday 9:00am to 5:00pm. After his work, he goes to college in the evening. It gets top for him to attend classes everyday after work, but he has no alternative option. Even it gets worst that he has to attend one important class once a week in the afternoon, which is English literature. And he was lucky enough to get that class once a week meeting in class. So as usual he gets off from the house on Tuesday at 2:00 clock for class. And he walked down the Avenue C and made left on McDonald Avenue, get into the subway station and took F train all the way to Broadway Lafayette and transfer to 6 trains to 23^rd street. While he was in the 6^th train, he observed that there was a homeless man in the 6^th train and asking for money. John felt so compassion for him by looking at homeless guy. For a moment he was thinking that the homeless guy does not have critical life like others human. He asks for help everyday in the train, whatever the amount of money he collects that covers his own expense. Other good side of his life, he does not have to worry about paying all other bills out there and family etc. And sad side of his life there is no one out there to assist him during his bad time. However, John gets off at 23^rd station and back to real life from his own imagination, and walking down toward Lexgiton Avenue on 22^nd street and then made left on Lexgiton Avenue got into college wait for the elevator, felt like the elevator took forever to come down. Finally, the elevator came down and took to the 14^th floor. So John gets off the elevator, start walking down on hallway until he reached into the class. And he found seat near by the door and found himself in comfort in the seat.

Ekramul Islam

As usual, multiple alarms couldn’t wake Zhenhua up. Suddenly Zhenhua woke up with frightened. Did he just had a nightmare? Zhenhua got out of his house as soon as possible, but still late. He walked down the street to the train station, and he asked himself did he wore too much since yesterday. As always, the D train arrived few minutes early. Zhenhua just missed the D train, so he sat on the chair and told himself that never wake up late again. After Zhenhua got on the D train, he saw a gorgeous girl right next to him. What a coincidence! Zhenhua saw her every Tuesday on the D train even he was late today. As Zhenhua got off the D train at Broadway Lafayette St where he transferred to the 6 train, he saw Amy, a girl in his accounting class. They talked about their accounting group project and midterm grade in the 6 train. After the discussion with Amy, Zhenhua thought about dropping his accounting class. Eventually, they got off at 23rd street, walked down to Lexington Ave and made a left turn to Baruch. The sound of an alarm approached Zhenhua, his eyes opened and woke up from his dream. He begun his journey to Baruch.

Zhenhua Hong

It was 6:15 A.M. when Roger stepped out of his house. The sun was beginning to rise, slowly enlightening the ashy skies. He slowly limped towards the 8th avenue train station on the N line in Brooklyn, underestimating how sore his legs were after the gym last night. It was quite chilly as expected for such an early morning, but thankfully, Roger wore a sufficient amount of layers of clothes. Once he arrived at the train station, he waited patiently listening to some electric dance music to get the morning going. It wasn’t long until the train arrived and fortunately, there was a seat for him to take a short nap once he entered. Before he knew it, it was already 23rd street and he quickly jolted out as he almost missed his stop. Once he stepped out, there was that morning breeze again. He looked at the time and thought, “too early…as always.” He walked the deserted streets until he reached the Vertical Campus and rode the elevators until the 11th floor. He walked down the 10th floor and there Roger was, ready for his 7:25 A.M. class to begin.

Kiara Marmolejos                                                                              11.4.15

It was a beautiful day in early November. Kiara hit snooze on her alarm three times before slinking out of bed. Last night was a late one. She only had 45 minutes to get to class and that was exactly how long the commute was. She rushed down Norwood Avenue and noticed no one was outside. Where were the usual lurkers? The boys that sit on the stoop all day up to trouble? No one? For one second she contemplated the stabbing that occurred on her block the week before. She looked down at the dried blood on the ground then shrugged it off. After appreciating the tranquility of an empty block, she hurriedly climbed the steps to the above ground J train. The sky was clear and the air was clean. After swiping her metro card and walking onto the platform, Kiara took a seat to wait for her train. Little girl Sally with her mother-Tina caught Kiara’s eye. Was that the same Sally from two days ago? Kiara confirmed this and then entered the train. The 30 minute train ride to Canal street was a short one. Kiara was consumed in writing her lab report before class. She wondered why she had left it until the last minute- this was very unlike her.

Kiara was so focused on her calculations that she missed Canal Street and ended up at the next stop- Brooklyn Bridge City Hall. “shit” she thought. She rushed to the 6 train and noticed another familiar face from the day before. Matilda was in her neon green leggings, sweatband gear, and workout shoes. She looks fit! Wonder where she works out… What’s with seeing the same people on the train? Kiara hated routines and she realized her schedule was repetitive. There are too many people in New York City to see the same humans again! She anxiously waited until her stop. 23^rd st! Finally! Kiara darted out of the subway doors and up the stairs to the ground level. While walking down Lexington an older man inaudibly whispered something to her. Accepting the fact that she was beginning to hate men, she rolled her eyes and continued to dash down the avenue. Kiara finally took a breath of relief when she made a left on 24^th street and entered her college campus.

Kiara didn’t like to rush. She liked to enjoy her mornings. Make breakfast. Read. Breathe. And prepare for the day. She didn’t feel like her usual self finally arriving at the science building of her campus.

Estephanie woke up extra early and checked the weather, she thought it was going to be a great day because it wasn’t as cold. As soon as she got ready she walked out of her house, she walked three blocks away to the train station and then she was waiting 8 minutes for the 4 train to arrive.  While she was on the train on her way to class, ENG 2850, she was thinking that she still had time to stop and grab a cup of coffee at Starbucks, she got out of the 4 train in 42nd street, grand central, and then transferred to the 6 train, the train was full as usual, but she did not pay mind to that because all she was thinking of was to grab her cup of coffee before class starts. She arrived to 23rd st and got out of the train station, then stopped to get her coffee, after that she walked 2 blocks towards Baruch College, she was happy because her day started off great

Vanessa walked out of her house and the beautiful weather put her in a great mood. Once she reached her car after walking 3 blocks, her car was hot! She was confused at the drastic weather change in October, “It should be cold!” she thought. She began to head North on Flatbush Ave. towards the Manhattan Bridge and per usual,  the crazy drivers made her highly upset. Once she got on the bridge, She noticed that not a lot of people were on the road which made her very happy. Once she reached Bowery St., she saw Tina got pulled over by a Jeff the police officer which immediately made her make sure that she was following all of the traffic rules. She parked her car on 24th Street and  3rd Ave. and walked towards Baruch College. She took a left on Lexington Ave. and as she approached Baruch’s building, she noticed a lot of police officers were walking around which made her feel very safe.