Hailey Moore
English 1109 at 1:30, M.-W.
October 6, 2020
Journal Five - A Small Planter
When I was little, I painted three small white planters. It came in a kit, and it had fake plants to put in them when we were done. I don't remember what we did with two planter pots, but I remember that I gave the third one to my dad. I painted it yellow, pink, and blue vertical stripes. The paint looks streaky, and it had purple fake flowers in the planter. It sits on top of his gun cabinet with all of the other things my brother and I made for him in school. It has been moved from house to house, and has never gotten rid of it. Something so small meant so much to my father. I didn't realize this until I saw it still sitting on the gun cabinet, I watched him dust it while he was cleaning. My favorite poem is The Lanyard, by Billy Collins This is my favorite poem because when I first read it, it reminded me of this small planter that I painted for my father. It made me laugh and feel warm and happy. My favorite line in this poem was at the end when Collins said, "I was as sure as a boy could be that this useless worthless thing I wove out of boredom would be enough to make us even.". This line told me that it doesn't have to be a big gift to make them even, but something that was made out of pure love. The thought put into making something. I just find it a very beautiful and meaningful sentence.
In The House On Mango Street, the chapter that struck me as the most important was "Red Clowns". I think this chapter was extremely important because Esperanza was sexually assaulted while she was at a fair with Sally. Reading this chapter really broke my heart, to read that her innocence was stripped from her like that, no one should have to go through that. Sally left her for a guy, and all Esperanza wanted her to stop what then boys were doing, but she wasn't there. It was an important and traumatizing event. When Esperanza said, "Sally, make him stop. I couldn't make them go away. I couldn't do anything but cry. I don't remember. It was dark. I don't remember. Please don't make me tell it all."(Cisneros 100). It really showed how scared she was, at the time she thought it was supposed to be romantic with someone she liked, not a guy forcing himself upon her. It is not okay.
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