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Elizabeth and Prejudging
“She studied every sentence: and her feelings towards the writer were at times widely different. (Austen, page 206)”
Why does Elizabeth study the letter so much? What opinions has she changed about Darcy?
Elizabeth Bennet constantly reads Darcy’s letter because she feels guilty that she has prejudged him. From the instant that she met Fitzwilliam Darcy, Elizabeth has conjured ideas about him being conceited and proud. Elizabeth is astonished when he asks for her hand and argue with him about situations that she did not know enough about herself. Once Elizabeth reads the letter, she feels terrible about prejudging him as a rude person when truthfully he is not. The first time that she reads the letter, Elizabeth previous notions were tested with the letter and she could not believe it. Therefore, she had to read it several times to truly adapt to a new perspective of Mr. Darcy. The opinions that Elizabeth changes regarding Mr. Darcy are that she now believes him to be sincere and kind. She does not think he is as proud or rude as she first decided. As a result, she feels badly that she left him with such harsh words after he left her with a letter that explained everything. Moreover, Elizabeth is extremely sorry and eager to make amends with him.

Ideal Guy
Physically fit with a charming personality, who demonstrates that he cares about me deeply, and makes my heart skip a beat when he walks into the room…that’s my ideal man. Physically, he has to be tall with a toned body and good looking. Intellectually, he must be smart, however not cocky about it. For example, if we are with a group of friends and we are discussing the latest scientific invention, which he knows everything about, he must be polite and wait for others to speak before him and then proceed when the time is appropriate. Emotionally, he has to be a softie, or someone who cries at the right moments. In addition to all of these qualities, there are several characteristics that I would like to find in someone. He is required to be understanding about the fact that I want to have another social life and a strong relationship. Moreover, he needs to be there for me at crucial moments. Someone who will tell me that he loves me (and means it) on a regular basis just to make sure that I know he isn’t wavering. Someone who will surprise me in the best of ways: a flower in my locker or a note in my purse. Someone who will always look out for me and will make sure I am okay, even if we are in a big group. Someone who compliments me daily, even if I think what he is saying is crap. A gentle, kind, down-to-earth guy…that’s who I’m attracted too.

Ideal Guy

An Unspoken Bond-11/26 week

Identity

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Odyssey Book 3 Prompt 2

The house is as worn as an old shoe, and as beautiful as a sunset. The faded red walls are as smooth as a baby’s cheek. The bright yellow trimming is as chipped as two-week-old nail polish. The heart of the house is the beaming fire. Giving warmth to the people and life to it’s surroundings, it‘s perfect on a chilly day. The tan leather couch is covered with a blanket so smooth I could hide under it for weeks. The couch itself is as comfortable as an old glove to a dedicated baseball player. The cherry wood staircase lined with faded novels, is slippery as I crawl to my room. Almost as old as the rest of the house, my room is my safety. My secrets are stored there in a foreign language known only to me and my furniture. This house reminds me of an old lady, withered and worn with touches of light all throughout, who is immensely loving. I don’t love this house just because I live here, I love this house because it’s a home.

Walking towards the library, my view transfigures as I think of another time and place. The vibrant stucco walls have been replaced by deep red bricks with ivy crawling up the crevices. The new glass door is now simple cherry wood with a large brass handle. As opposed to the smooth glass handle the brass on feels old and warn down, just like a perfect library should feel. Striding into the library the musty, dust filled air causes me to sneeze and disrupt the utter silence that the room is bathed in. Normally, the rich scent of new wood and the sharp smell of fresh paint cause me to sneeze in agitation. However, the only thing I am disrupting then is the perpetual hum of the computers. Relaxing in the turquoise bean bag chair, only adds to my discomfort since the only place I really want to be is with my thoughts in the old and comfy library. Knowing that my dreams can sometimes be deceiving is not at all reassuring and I walk out of the new library in disgust.