tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599655836040142750.post6363343290785361199..comments2023-07-31T09:35:21.967-04:00Comments on Fresh Widow: The Diary of Anne Frank Killed MeSupa Dupa Freshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07659738264922395349noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599655836040142750.post-84118750304258084672010-01-12T23:01:46.108-05:002010-01-12T23:01:46.108-05:00Prue, your story resonates with me so much, I near...Prue, your story resonates with me so much, I nearly failed college composition because the instructor rejected my own reading of the symbolism in "Young Goodman Brown." Someone needs to explain to English teachers that if they are going to do this they need to understand that symbolism works not just universally but individually as well -- there is no "One True Meaning."<br /><br />Fresh, thank you for your story today. Miep Gies deserves our respect and thanks for being one of those who tried to save the Frank and Pels families, and for delivering the diary to Anne's father. I said it earlier today but it bears repeating: my own understanding of the Holocaust was so much deeper and more personal for having read Anne's diary, but she also provided me insight into the painful process of moving from girlhood to womanhood in a society that is not friendly. I was so moved by her words that I couldn't finish reading the book, knowing that this girl with whom I felt such a close kinship did not survive.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599655836040142750.post-58673160270260185102010-01-12T18:49:36.371-05:002010-01-12T18:49:36.371-05:00I understand where both of you are comming from. ...I understand where both of you are comming from. My confidence took it's fatal hit in an English exam in Year 8. 50% of the mark was a critique of an until then unseen poem. Tiger Tiger. Well, I went totally off the accepted meaning ... failed... and my love of reading poetry and writing in my own journal stopped.<br />Even now at 47 I start a journal and within days my teacher's very public announcement of my failure comes back to me and the pages remain blank. So many nearly empty journals adorn my shelves.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01236390391155040694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599655836040142750.post-87865513740974847852010-01-12T13:36:01.785-05:002010-01-12T13:36:01.785-05:00For me it was ninth grade English. Mr Lass taught ...For me it was ninth grade English. Mr Lass taught how to write a proper essay with the thesis depicted as a triangle, arguments as rectangles and conclusion as an upside down triangle. I never got it. My grade suffered and I got terrible marks on essays all through college. I was 38 before I began writing creatively and even a published book hasn't completely convinced me that writing is one of my talents.<br /><br />Its scary the influence adults can have on a child.<br /><br />My own are surely doomed! ;)Abigailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04628004126702020793noreply@blogger.com