Savages

Abstract:
The term “savage” is defined as a human being in his native state of rudeness; one who is untaught, uncivilized or without cultivation of mind or manners. In the 18th and 19th centuries, the Native Americans were considered the “savages” in the United States. Often times, Americans would justify their violent acts towards the Native Americans by saying that the Natives were hostile towards the settlers. Some were considered “noble savages” because they were hospitable, truthful, faithful and grateful towards the settlers.

Contextual Connection:
I think it was absolutely ridiculous for the new Americans to treat the Native Americans as savages. The Native Americans were clearly in America long before the settlers even started coming to the new world. When I think of a savage, I almost think of a creature that cannot be controlled. To compare a human being to this definition of a “savage” is just wrong.


Sylvia Plath at Seventeen

Abstract:

This article is a journal entry written by Sylvia Plath at the age of seventeen. She mostly discusses her worries about her upcoming life. She writes a lot about herself, and she seems to be very sure of herself, but at the same time, she is very afraid of the future. She clearly states that she does not want to be the typical house wife. She has definite dreams and aspirations. She knows she has a rare talent, but she fears her talents will go unnoticed if she takes the road most common traveled on by many women. She even writes about her physical self. She knows that her body has imperfections, but she sees herself as more than that. Even though she did not want to settle down like most woman, she fell in love and was married in 1956.

Contextual Connection:

I found this journal entry very interesting. In some ways I can completely relate to the seventeen year old Sylvia Plath. Shortly before I turned eighteen, I realized that I am growing up too fast. I felt like the end of my childhood was growing closer and closer without slowing down in the least. I also tend to worry about my future as well. I worry what college I will go to, what profession I will pursue and where I will end up settling down. These things come across my mind quite often. Plath really amazes me. Even now, at the age of eighteen, I could never write as elegantly as she does at the age of seventeen. She was definitely an artist.