iPad/Evernote

            The iPad is a benefit to the class in many ways. It expands the learning of the entire class, and also makes the classroom an easier place to learn. You can do research easily, if the teacher says to search for something it’s a matter of seconds before someone knows the answer. For projects, the iPad introduces many possible new ideas. Instead of just doing a poster board you could make a movie and much more. The iPad has eliminated carrying books of any sort. A student could bring absolutely nothing and be completely prepared if you have the iPad in class. Overall having the iPad in class has made the classroom a easier and more fun place to learn.

            Ever note is note taking device for the iPad. Ever note is very helpful, instead of lugging around a notebook everywhere; you can type on Ever note and can have your notes and essays anywhere you sign in. Without doing any moving around documents or uploading files, it’s a matter of signing into the website. Having Ever Note is very helpful because you can take notes and write essays at school leave school and go home and finish it. Ever Note is nice easy device to be used. The students that use it are very grateful to have it.

Gothic Story

Time in a Nutshell

By: Dahlia Holbrook

      Remember those summer trips you used to take in high school? The ones where there was not a single chaperone. And everyone had to lie about where they were going, because they were afraid they wouldn't be allowed to go. Let’s be honest being a sixteen year old girl and asking your parents to go to an isolated cottage with a bunch of boys and no adults is not going to fly. So therefore everyone lies. 

                 I'm Lilly, I'm sixteen and I’m a junior at Grosse Pointe South High School. Normally when anyone hears 'Grosse Pointe' the first thing that comes to mind is snobby, pretentious rich kids. And some are. But not me, trust me when I say I wish I was rich. I'm not poor, but in the low end of middle class. Now my friend Alexis, she's loaded. She's one of the girls that has a house on Lakeshore, in the big mansion, probably the biggest one on her end. We are best friends; actually we take best friends to a whole new level. We would do anything for one another. We spend ever waking hour together. I know everything about Alexis, Alexis knows everything about me. Even when she started dating her boyfriend Michael we didn't sway in the slightest about our friendship. Of course we didn't spend as much time together I had to share. I was happy for Alexis, not to mention the fact that was a very attractive senior. But I guess it could all be traced back to him...

                  It all started at the senior graduation. Michael was going away to college in august all the way in California. He asked Alexis to come to the graduation, and she asked me to go. So I did, and we sat quietly listening to all of the seniors collect their diplomas. When it was finally over and Michael had talked to his family he came over and gave Alexis a hug. He had a huge smile on his tan perfectly bone structured face. He had his arm hanging on Alexis' shoulder when he said, "So finally done with High school!" 

"Yeah I'm surprised I wasn't sure if you could make it out alive" I smirked at him and smirked back. This is how we always were, teasing each other. "Anyways... I'm having some people over to my cottage next week, you guys want to come?" I thought about but before I could think to long Alexis had answered, "Yes! Who’s all going?" he started listing off some guys, Nick, David, and Adam. I didn't know any of them. I mean yes, I've heard of them but never talked to them. This could get awkward. But I didn't like the idea of Alexis going by herself with four boys. "Yeah, sure, when are we leaving?" that was my first mistake.

            Everyone got the approval from their parents to go and we were off. We left for Wolverine on June 21, the first day of summer. We all drove in the same car. It was a huge dark blue mini van, all 7 of us. Adam drove, Alexis and Michael double buckled which they had no problem with that. The drive from Grosse Pointe to Wolverine is normally a six hour drive, however with stops for food and gas it became a seven hour drive. By the time we got there it was late into the night. It was pouring rain but nothing to bad. We decided to leave our stuff in the car and to bring it inside in the morning when it was nicer.

The doorway of the house was arched, with a dark mahogany door. But what was really breathtaking was the inside. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. The floor was a shiny clean marble floor. The ceiling was high up with a beautiful glowing chandelier; it sparkled like a bunch of little stars hanging in the sky. I walked up the black spiral stairs that lead to my room. I didn’t realize how high up I truly was until I got there. Something caught my eye, it was a clock. The art that was carved into it was what caught my eye. It sat just above the arched doorway, with what looks like leaves around the sides of it. I started to walk to what was told to be my room that I would share with Alexis. I got a little farther down the hallway when the clock started ticking loudly. It seemed like it slowed down, and you could hear every tick that came with every second. I couldn’t tell if it was my imagination or real. I walked down the stairs to find Alexis, and when I couldn’t find her I found Nick. He was flipping through channels, or at least trying to, the TV’s signal kept coming in and out. I asked Nick to come upstairs to look at the clock. By the time we got up the stairs the clock was no longer ticking. In fact it was frozen at the time of 11:45 P.M. I don’t think Nick noticed he cursed at me and walked back down to the den.

 My mind went back to Alexis. Where was she? I walked up and the down the hallway poking my head into each bedroom. I found Adam in his room reading a college pamphlet, David was in the kitchen talking to Michael. They were talking in hushed tones I didn’t know what about, before I even tried to figure out what it was that they were talking about I interrupted. “Where’s Alexis?” They both looked up. Michael raised an eyebrow at my question. “I thought she was with you?”

“What? No. I haven’t seen her since we got out of the car…” I felt a chill cover my whole body starting at the tip of my toes and go up to my head and shoot down again. I think they could tell I was worried because im pretty sure all the blood drained my face to because Michael got up and made me sit down. Or at least he tried, when he put his hand on my shoulder I shook it off. “Where is she?” I don’t know why I was so scared, I just had this really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. We decided maybe she went down to the beach to look around or out to the car. With both of these scenarios in mind I calmed down a little. Michael and David went down to the beach to look and I went out to the car. She wasn’t there. Just to be safe I went to our room to check. She wasn’t there either. Walking back down the hallway I heard the clock again. I stayed and watched as it kept going second by second minute by minute, when it stopped again. This time it stopped at midnight. It stayed like that for only a minute when it continued on again. Disoriented and confused I walked back down the stairs. Michael and David haven’t come back from the beach. So I went into the den where Nick was still sitting but he was sleeping. I started to shake him to try and wake him up. That’s when I saw the blood on his shirt…it looked like he had been stabbed in the stomach. I jolted backward and tripped over the table. I fell backwards and crawled away and sat up against the wall. The tears kept streaming down. Then I remembered Adam sitting upstairs, with that thought I sprinted up the stairs to his room. He was still sitting on his bed. I think I startled him, probably because my hands were covered in blood. I explained what I saw with Nick, but my story got cut short because I started hyperventilating. He made me take deep breaths, and lay down on the bed.

I think it was all of the trauma, and I was probably tired because I woke up alone in the same room except that it was pitch black. I still felt drowsy, but I got up and walked to my room still no Alexis. I walked down the stairs, when I noticed that the sun was coming up. The house was empty. I didn’t have time to do anything before the cops burst through the door. I was relieved but only for a moment, only until they started to handcuff me.

Its 3 years later and I’m now at a mental hospital. I killed all my friends violently, and blacked it all out. Every time that clock stopped was a time of the kill. They locked me up, and I lost my life and my best friend. I don’t know why and I don’t know how. I don’t even remember it. But I guess that’s the thing about time, it flies by when your having fun.

           

         

Edgar Allan Poe and Death

 Dahlia Holbrook                                                                                                                          

Mr. Provenzano

 Honors American Literature

 16 March, 2012

Edgar Allen Poe and Death

Death has always been a fascination of the world. Including Edgar Allen Poe, one of the world’s greatest poets and story tellers. Poe had a strange fascination, may even call it an obsession with death. He wrote about it constantly. Death is normally something people shy away from, but not Poe he went head to head with it.  This can be proved with five of the stories he wrote.

          In the short story “The Masque of the Red Death” is a story about the plaque. When the plaque was spreading everyone was incredibly afraid of death. The plaque practically was death; the time of the plaque was a time of desperation, fear, and death. Poe carefully plays off of this idea to make a story to satisfy the hunger he had to write about it. The obsession was played out as everyone in the story was running away from the idea of dying by going to the party hosted by Prince Prospero. But the thing is no one can ever escape death. Poe constantly reminds the reader of this with all of the symbolism. “It was in this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony. Its pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy, monotonous clang…(Poe, “The Masque of the Red Death)” The clock is a representation of death. The clock is placed in the room where the death occurs. Not to mention the color of the room, this is black with a red tint. Red representing blood and black has always been tied with death.  Every time the clock chimes it brings death a second, a minute, an hour, closer. “And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. (Poe, “The Masque of the Red Dance”)” The very thing that everyone at the party was trying to forget had made an appearance. Poe wanted to show how it was impossible to get away from death. Throughout the entire story it talks about death and how you cannot escape it no matter what, which shines a bit of light on Poe’s obsession with death. However, this is just one of his stories.

          The story “Ligeia” isn’t exactly a horror story. Yes, it is scary at some parts but classified as more of a love story with some creepy elements. The story is very much about death though. This explores the idea of life after death. “Ligeia” is all about love not fading after death. When the Narrators wife starts having hallucinations the Narrator wonders if it’s Ligeia. This just shows that death cannot separate people. “There is one dear topic, however, on which my memory fails me not. It is the person of Ligeia, (Poe “Ligeia .)” Even though she dies he still loves her the same as he always did. Poe lost a lot of loved ones in his life; this could be the story about the love of Edgar Allen Poe’s life.

In the story “The Black Cat” a man deals with loss by his own doing. The narrator is very passionate towards his pets. Ever since he was a child he loved animals he loves them and cares for them. When the man gets drunk and gouges the eye of his beloved cat Pluto. Feeling guilty he murders Pluto and goes into depression. The death of Pluto immediately hurts the narrator and he finds a replacement. He finds the cat that he uses as a substitute for his first. “One morning, in cool blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree, “Poe “The Black Cat” ). Being hanged is a fast way to die he killed Pluto out of mercy. Poe wanted to show that death isn’t always as bad as it puts out to be. There can be good things that come out of death like peace.

          As well as “The Black Cat” there is an area of madness. The narrator is going to an old friend’s house. There is a lot symbolism; there is a giant crack in the side of the house symbolizing the instability of the family. They end up burying someone alive which is symbolic of life not being over after death. It’s a different way of doing it but true. “We painted and read together; or I listened, as if in a dream, to the wild improvisations of his speaking guitar, (Poe, “The Fall of the House of Usher”).” This quote is talking about how you can escape from reality. Sometimes is escaping reality is like death.

          “A Premature Burial” is another one of Poe’s horror stories, and very maddening and disturbing. Poe has a trend of writing about being buried alive. In this short story that is all that it is practically what it is. “The true wretchedness, indeed – the ultimate woe – is particular, not diffuse. That the ghastly extremes of agony are endured by man the unit and never by man the mass – for let us thank a merciful God” (Poe, “The Premature Burial”). The narrator is driven by the idea of death he can’t even live his life.  His life is fuel by the paranoia of being buried alive. Poe uses death constantly throughout all of his stories to create many ideas that mess with the readers head.

          Edgar Allen Poe is obsessed with death. Still today people are mystified by death; they are scared and confused by it. Poe uses mainly symbolism to show the fear and paranoia of death. No one can ever escape death. No matter how hard anyone tries there’s no way to escape it. It is something everyone has to go through. Poe has done a great job of trying to explain death and his stories will forever be famous.

Bibliography

Poe, Edgar Allan. "The Fall of the House of Usher." Poestories.com. Web. 10 Mar. 2012. <http://poestories.com/read/houseofusher>.

Poe, Edgar Allan. "The Masque of the Red Death." Poestories.com. Web. 10 Mar. 2012. <http://poestories.com/read/masque>.

Poe, Edgar Allan. "The Premature Burial." Poestories.com. Web. 12 Mar. 2012. <http://poestories.com/read/premature>.

Poe, Edgar Allan. "The Black Cat." Poestories.com. Web. 12 Mar. 2012. <http://poestories.com/read/blackcat>.

Poe, Edgar Allan. “Ligiua.” Poestories.com. Web. 12 Mar. 2012

http://poestories.com/read/ligiua .

                     

         

 Dahlia Holbrook                                                                                                                          

Mr. Provenzano

 Honors American Literature

 16 March, 2012

Edgar Allen Poe and Death

Death has always been a fascination of the world. Including Edgar Allen Poe, one of the world’s greatest poets and story tellers. Poe had a strange fascination, may even call it an obsession with death. He wrote about it constantly. Death is normally something people shy away from, but not Poe he went head to head with it.  This can be proved with five of the stories he wrote.

          In the short story “The Masque of the Red Death” is a story about the plaque. When the plaque was spreading everyone was incredibly afraid of death. The plaque practically was death; the time of the plaque was a time of desperation, fear, and death. Poe carefully plays off of this idea to make a story to satisfy the hunger he had to write about it. The obsession was played out as everyone in the story was running away from the idea of dying by going to the party hosted by Prince Prospero. But the thing is no one can ever escape death. Poe constantly reminds the reader of this with all of the symbolism. “It was in this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony. Its pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy, monotonous clang…(Poe, “The Masque of the Red Death)” The clock is a representation of death. The clock is placed in the room where the death occurs. Not to mention the color of the room, this is black with a red tint. Red representing blood and black has always been tied with death.  Every time the clock chimes it brings death a second, a minute, an hour, closer. “And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. (Poe, “The Masque of the Red Dance”)” The very thing that everyone at the party was trying to forget had made an appearance. Poe wanted to show how it was impossible to get away from death. Throughout the entire story it talks about death and how you cannot escape it no matter what, which shines a bit of light on Poe’s obsession with death. However, this is just one of his stories.

          The story “Ligeia” isn’t exactly a horror story. Yes, it is scary at some parts but classified as more of a love story with some creepy elements. The story is very much about death though. This explores the idea of life after death. “Ligeia” is all about love not fading after death. When the Narrators wife starts having hallucinations the Narrator wonders if it’s Ligeia. This just shows that death cannot separate people. “There is one dear topic, however, on which my memory fails me not. It is the person of Ligeia, (Poe “Ligeia .)” Even though she dies he still loves her the same as he always did. Poe lost a lot of loved ones in his life; this could be the story about the love of Edgar Allen Poe’s life.

In the story “The Black Cat” a man deals with loss by his own doing. The narrator is very passionate towards his pets. Ever since he was a child he loved animals he loves them and cares for them. When the man gets drunk and gouges the eye of his beloved cat Pluto. Feeling guilty he murders Pluto and goes into depression. The death of Pluto immediately hurts the narrator and he finds a replacement. He finds the cat that he uses as a substitute for his first. “One morning, in cool blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree, “Poe “The Black Cat” ). Being hanged is a fast way to die he killed Pluto out of mercy. Poe wanted to show that death isn’t always as bad as it puts out to be. There can be good things that come out of death like peace.

          As well as “The Black Cat” there is an area of madness. The narrator is going to an old friend’s house. There is a lot symbolism; there is a giant crack in the side of the house symbolizing the instability of the family. They end up burying someone alive which is symbolic of life not being over after death. It’s a different way of doing it but true. “We painted and read together; or I listened, as if in a dream, to the wild improvisations of his speaking guitar, (Poe, “The Fall of the House of Usher”).” This quote is talking about how you can escape from reality. Sometimes is escaping reality is like death.

          “A Premature Burial” is another one of Poe’s horror stories, and very maddening and disturbing. Poe has a trend of writing about being buried alive. In this short story that is all that it is practically what it is. “The true wretchedness, indeed – the ultimate woe – is particular, not diffuse. That the ghastly extremes of agony are endured by man the unit and never by man the mass – for let us thank a merciful God” (Poe, “The Premature Burial”). The narrator is driven by the idea of death he can’t even live his life.  His life is fuel by the paranoia of being buried alive. Poe uses death constantly throughout all of his stories to create many ideas that mess with the readers head.

          Edgar Allen Poe is obsessed with death. Still today people are mystified by death; they are scared and confused by it. Poe uses mainly symbolism to show the fear and paranoia of death. No one can ever escape death. No matter how hard anyone tries there’s no way to escape it. It is something everyone has to go through. Poe has done a great job of trying to explain death and his stories will forever be famous.

Bibliography

Poe, Edgar Allan. "The Fall of the House of Usher." Poestories.com. Web. 10 Mar. 2012. <http://poestories.com/read/houseofusher>.

Poe, Edgar Allan. "The Masque of the Red Death." Poestories.com. Web. 10 Mar. 2012. <http://poestories.com/read/masque>.

Poe, Edgar Allan. "The Premature Burial." Poestories.com. Web. 12 Mar. 2012. <http://poestories.com/read/premature>.

Poe, Edgar Allan. "The Black Cat." Poestories.com. Web. 12 Mar. 2012. <http://poestories.com/read/blackcat>.

Poe, Edgar Allan. “Ligiua.” Poestories.com. Web. 12 Mar. 2012

http://poestories.com/read/ligiua .

                     

         

           

           

Faust Legend

The Forbidden Fruit

By: Dahlia Holbrook

  High School. The place every person must endure at one point in their life. The people that can make it out alive are extremely lucky. Even if they make it out as the same person they can be considered lucky.

            The journey that I will take you on is in Chapel Hill North Carolina, at Chapel Hill High School. Just a typical public high school, in a typical place. You have everything a normal school would have, social classes. Starting at popular it slowly moves down to losers, then of course there’s everything in between. However, at Chapel Hill High School there was one more class higher then the usual popular. There’s not a name for this clique. It’s extremely exclusive, only a few people, no more then eight. Never more never less, always eight. But we’ll get there later.

            The school was very unique looking. The pillars in the front lawn that go up to wear the top of the school is pointed. There’s a courtyard where everyone eats lunch, and there’s one tree in the corner that grows apples. It’s the actually the weirdest thing its on farthest end, the perfect spot, the sun hits it exactly right.

              On September 24, 2005 it was Blair Thompson’s first day at Chapel Hill High. She moved from Northville Michigan and it was her junior year. She had beautiful long chestnut brown hair; Blair was the kind of girl that could roll out of bed with perfect hair. She had beautiful sparkling light blue eyes that took up her entire face because they were so big.

And the typical idea is that the tanner your skin is the better, but in Blair’s case the contrast with her dark hair, light eyes, and pale skin is what made her so beautiful.

            Anyone that has moved to a different school understands that it’s hard. Not knowing where you’re going, having no friends, and not knowing a single person. It could be considered one of the hardest things someone has to go through. This was definitely going to be an experience for Blair. At her old school she was the classified as the ‘it girl’. Every single girl in Northville High School envied her, every girl wanted to look, act, and talk like her. While every girl wanted to be her every boy wanted to be with her. Blair had a way of putting everyone she talked to under her spell, on more then one occasion just by looking at her someone could fall under her spell. However, everyone has flaws; Blair had a tendency to be a bit mean. Okay, by a bit, I mean extremely, Blair was extremely mean. She was the girl that would spread rumors, for no reason. She would call a girl fat to her face. She could turn everyone in the whole school against one person with just a snap of her fingers. Blair didn’t mind being hated, she liked possessing fear.

            So it was Blair’s first day of school at Chapel Hill High. She had made it through the morning and into lunch. One girl invited Blair to sit with her at lunch, her name was Evelyn, but apparently everyone called her Eve. Blair was supposed to meet Eve in the courtyard on the bench. Blair made her way toward where she thought was the courtyard. She suddenly felt as though someone’s eyes burning a hole into the back of her skull. Blair slowly looked over shoulder to see who it was; it appeared that no one was staring at her. When she turned back around to continue walking she came to a stop because a boy had found his way into her path. He was very attractive; his curly brown hair fell just slightly into his breathtaking not blue, not green, but almost turquoise eyes. He was very tan as well, but what really took her breath away was his voice, it was masculine, and velvety. “Hey, I’m Adam are you knew here?” he said with his red lips curling up into a seductive smile. Blair smirked back, “What gave it away?”

“I think I would have remembered someone as pret-“

Blair cut him off by placing a single manicured finger up to his lips. “If you think you have a chance with me, sorry to burst your bubble, but not even in your dreams would you have a chance.” Blair smiled once more and moved around him. She knew he was probably still watching in complete shock and she was proud of herself for leaving him hanging. She kept on walking looking for Eve; she took maybe five more steps before there was a light and delicate tap on her shoulder. Expecting it to be Adam trying to figure out what he did wrong, she smiled and turned around, but not to see Adam, there was a girl standing there. Blair looked her up and down, this random girl made Blair very uncomfortable, because it was obvious that this stranger was prettier then Blair. She was wearing strappy pink stilettos, her legs were so tan it looked like she slept on the sun and she was wearing a short, pink pleated mini skirt with a black tank top. Her face was heart shaped and her smile showed off her very plump, bright red lips . Her cheekbones were perfectly placed, and her eyes were chocolate brown, and she was wearing contacts and her hair was black as ebony.  “I saw what happened with Adam, I’m very impressed. Not many people can resist his charm.” Her head was cocked as if she was reading everything in Blair’s mind. “And I should care what you think because?” Blair was now scowling at this girl, mostly out of envy. The girl laughed, “Where are my manors, my name is Santana.” Blair was now pissed off, what she said wasn’t supposed to be funny. Santana’s hand was out waiting for Blair to shake her hand, she ignored the gesture. In Santana’s other hand was holding a bright red apple that had one single bite taken out of it. Blair then looked back to Santana’s face. She was smiling like a little kid that knew the best secret in the whole entire world. “I like you.” She said while she grabbed Blair’s wrist and dragged her over to the apple tree where seven other girls were sitting down all eating red apples. Blair was so bewildered she was speechless. The other girls were all lost in their conversation, it was to quiet to make out what they were saying. Santana sat farther to the left and patted the ground for Blair to sit. Santana pulled an apple off the tree and handed it to Blair. Blair sat down and accepted the apple. This was literally the strangest thing she had ever encountered. Santana started to speak, “So I have a proposal for you.” She said taking another bite. Blair was curiosity was spiked, what could she possibly have to offer? Blair raised an eyebrow and Santana continued, “I know all about you, I know that you are from Northville high school. I know that you were the most popular girl that school has ever known. And I know that you love being in control and having power.” As Santana smiled Blair’s already huge eyes grew ten times bigger. Blair was thrown how did this random stranger know so much? “What’s your proposal?” Blair looked down at the apple and back at Santana. Santana leaned in close, “I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted, you could rule the school and be the hottest girl in the school.” Blair thought about it, it would be nice. She knew she was hot but to rule the school after just twenty-four hours, that’s an accomplishment. “What’s the catch?” There was always a catch and Blair knew that. Santana smiled “All you have to do is give me your soul, by taking a bite of the apple.” Blair looked back at the apple. “Who are you?” Santana laughed and flashed her teeth, and looked up at the tree. “See all these apples?” Blair nodded, “What about them?”

“These are everyone’s payments to me.”

“So who does that make you?” Blair was more intrigued then she had ever been in her entire life. Santana was reaching for her eye and took out a contact. It appeared that she was wearing brown color contacts. Underneath the brown was a deep dark blood red. “Think about it. Think about my name.” Santana said while narrowing her eyes. Blair thought about it. S-A-N-T-A-N-A… Santana sighed “Santana, Satan?” Everything clicked but before she could even hesitate Santana shoved the apple into Blair’s mouth. The deed was done, no going back. Blair disappeared after that no ones knows where.

            September 24, 2030 it was Hannah’s first day at Chapel Hill High School where she met beautiful, tan, brown eyed Santana…

The verdict

I voted the defendant to be not guilty because the racism in the book was all satire.
The prosecution had a very good case. I went into the trial thinking that Mark Twain was not guilty. I would let my mind be changed but even though the prosecution had a very strong case they didn't change my mind. To me it seemed like the only argument was the use of the "n" word. The defense did a better job defending the meaning in using that word. The reason the word was used to show how bad the racism was, according to the defense.
I did not think Mark Twain was guilty, because most of the time authors show their views through their main character. Huck Finn is a young boy whose very close friend happens to be a black man. Huck has been raised all his life that white people are superior to blacks. We as humans adapt to our environment. It's all Huck has ever known. Then when he starts his adventure with Jim his idea starts to evolve. He starts to see what a good person Jim is. Twain wanted to show the way a child's mind could easily be persuaded.
Mark Twain is not guilty because anything that could be considered racism was satire. Satire is the use of humor in exaggeration. Twain wanted his book to be controversial. He wanted you to have to read in between the lines when you read his books. And they were with the help of satire. T show readers how incredibly awful slaves had it he had to make the book a wee bit racist.

Huck Finn Post #2

   Huckleberry Finn and Jim have a very close relationship, like a father son relationship. Someone would describe a father being protective of his son. Father would like to protect his son from the ugly things in the world. To protect the innocence and keep a child light on their feet a father would sheil their son. Jim does this to Huck a lot. "I didn't look at him. Jim throwed some old rags over him, but he needn't done it (Twain 57);" Jim puts the rags over the dead mans face so cover up the severity of the gruesomness. Since Huck is just a young boy he should'nt have to wittness death and things as awful death. What Jim does is something a father would do for their son.
     There is no doubt in anyones mind that Huck is the definition of immature. In every relationship theres always a mature one and an immature one. Huck is immature, Jim is mature. Like a father Jim looks out for Huck and like a son Huck doesn't pay much attention to Jim. Huck doesn't listen to him much, he ignores him and does what he wants. When Huck wants to go on the wreck that gets them both in loads of trouble. "But Jim was dead against it at first. He says:I doan want to go fool'n 'long er no wrack (71)." Jim was trying to keep Huck from doing something stupid from doing something immature. Like a mature father looks out for his son.

Huck Finn post 1

    In the novel Huckleberry Finn written by Mark Twain Huck's personality is immediatly determined. Huckleberry Finn is a child with no family except for the widow he lives with. Being short a mother and a father it would be expected that Huckleberry Finn would be a messed up kid. However he is actually decent, he makes mistakes like every other person. The fact that he accepts the widow as a mother figure is sign that he is accepting and compassionate. "The widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lost lamb, and she called me a lot of another names, too, but she never meant no harm by it" (6 Twain). Huckleberry Finn didn't mind that she treated him like a son. The fact that he didn't mind shows that he is a compassionate person.
     Huckleberry Finn is not only a compassionate person but very superstisious. All of the little gimicks and things that cause good and or bad luck Huck highly believes in. "There was a cross in the left boot-heel made with big nails, to keep off the devil" (25). In just that one sentence there are three superstisions. Huckleberry Finn is also a very stubborn person but he doesnt neccesarily push things. "After breakfast I wanted to talk about the dead man and guess out how he come to be killed, but Jim didn't want to" (75). He wanted to talk about how the man died but he didn't push it with Jim. Huck wants to and keeps thinking and thinking. Overall Huckleberry Finn is an extrodinary charecter in the American literature world.