The White Rabbit
As I sit outside The White Rabbit and scan the crowd of concertgoers gathering along a wall adorned with a painting of Iggy Pop, my eyes fixate on a loner standing up against a wall. He is a young man with dark, shaggy hair that falls slightly over his eyes and is wearing black skinny jeans, a royal blue t-shirt, and black Converse sneakers. Every five to ten minutes, he shakes his head slightly so that his hair falls back to the left side of his face. With his hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans, he is leaning against the wall as he stares at the ground. When he does look around, he makes no eye contact with any of his fellow concertgoers around him. He maintains this stance for over an hour until the gate opens and he makes his way into the venue. It is at this moment that the uncomfortable and nervous look on his face morphs into a happy and excited look. It is then that I see a smile beaming from ear to ear.
At the back of the line, stands a couple talking. My first reaction to this couple was one of wonder since the girl appeared far too young for the guy, but then I realized this was not a romantic couple…this was a father taking his teenage daughter to a concert. The father, with his receding gray hairline and beard, appears to be approximately 50 years old. He is dressed in blue jeans and a mechanic’s work shirt. His hands, stained by grease and oil of his workday, move through the air as he appears to instruct the daughter to stay in line as he walks to the front of the line to peer into The White Rabbit. As he looks through the locked gate, his hands remain on his hips as he assesses the venue. A look of concern washes over his face. Perhaps this is the very first time he is allowi...
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...rose and lavender creates an airy and carefree feeling.
As I turn to leave the store, I notice a playful song playing overhead as it tells listeners to “clap along if you know what happiness is to you” and I cannot help but smile. While making my way back towards the exit, the aroma of apple, vanilla, cinnamon, and pumpkin stop me dead in my tracks. A touch of pine and sandalwood seem to accent the air and it reminds of fall as a warm, comforting embrace wraps around me. I find myself longing for the crisp days of November and the crackling of the fireplace as I walk aimlessly through the rest of the mall.
CHECK: While visiting the bath and body store, oddly there was not much background sound except for the music playing overhead. I am wondering if I should have embellished my observations a bit since my time spent in the store did not result in many sounds.
While walking downtown with her girlfriend, the author describes as, “[her] heart began to skip every other beat, pounding, pounding, pounding … [as she stood] paralyzed like a frightened, little jackrabbit.” Repetition of the word “pounding” in the text develops a fast pace, indicating the urgency and panic felt by the author; terms such as paralyzed are utilized to emphasize the urgent, panicked mood. However, sanguine moods still persist throughout the narrative. For example, in the opening paragraph the author describes how she, “watch[ed] the golden dots of morning light glide across [her] ceiling, [and she] melted into a feeling of peace specific to the freedom of early summer.” Terms such as “golden,” “glide,” “peace,” and “early summer” help the reader detect a placid mood in the text, directing the reader towards the state of contentment the author feels surrounding her relationship. Mood differentiations in the text, from the urgency of the narrator’s walk downtown to the tranquil peace of the narrator’s relationship, indicate the contrasting aspects of the LGBT+ community, both in terms of the impending fear of violence, and the love that is the
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cold, harsh, wintry days, when my brothers and sister and I trudged home from school burdened down by the silence and frigidity of our long trek from the main road, down the hill to our shabby-looking house. More rundown than any of our classmates’ houses. In winter my mother’s riotous flowers would be absent, and the shack stood revealed for what it was. A gray, decaying...
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... with an uptight boyfriend, a mother who wants her to be perfect, and a job at the library that she despises. “In their minds {library co-workers}, I didn’t belong there” (44). “{Jason’s email} ‘I’m concerned that you’re not putting your full attention into the job’” (47). As the book goes on, Macy opens up, and starts working at Wish Catering all of the sudden. Also, her new friendship with Wes deepens gradually, and the process is expressed with adventures and stories that make you want to read on. At the very end of the novel, during the falling action, Macy gets over her grief and has a new perspective on what truly being happy and living your life is, shown here: “Forever was just so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about” (374). The author, Sarah Dessen, provides closure and ties the novel into real life.
...laring loud music continues to pass by and everyone turns to look, as the teenagers in their newly acquired car pass playing their favorite music. The energy is contagious and I find myself reminiscing of a time when I was as carefree and unattached as most of the faces I see. As I continue along, I pass various shops of all different types. One shop sells surf clothing, with a young surfer dude manning the register, while another sells any and all types of jewelry at ridiculously hiked up prices. No matter what your taste may be you can always find something on Front Street.
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While for The Rabbit is Me the most concern is about how the socialist government is trying to push socialist beliefs to people. This movie was made after the Berlin wall and so the rules during that time were pretty strike. People who were traveling to west side were under watch, people who make comments about the government or socialist beliefs, could get arrested and end up in jail. For this movie the young generation wasn’t just the focus, but any person who was not really agree with socialism. Some of those people could even been good people, but they were just a little not too agree with all the
The familiarity of the woods, the natural urges my body has to be outside and be active in the setting that most people in today’s society only truly see in movies, if that, reminds me of other ventures into the woods, the citrusy smell of pine mixed with the smells of wild grasses and various flowers create an unmatched bombardment of scents. These scents stimulate the mind in a calming way unlike any medication or music ever could. The aroma of the forest sends chills down my spine, causing you to get the urge to explore and to absorb yourself in to the natural wonders the human body
Then audience members who were perfect strangers who were screaming loudest would turn to each other with knowing glances and smile because they were sharing the same excitement and connecting with one another over their love of this man’s music. There was no pushing or shoving to get closer to the stage – it wasn’t that kind of crowd. Instead, there was mutual respect for one another’s space within the confines of the too-small venue. Nobody wanted to be the person who ruined it for someone else. It was this respect that made the audience members’ connections with one another that much stronger – we were all here to listen to this wonderful man’s music and see his performance – and, of course, we were here to enjoy it.