Analysis

while i read this article, i found myself agreeing with much of what it said. i think that salinger's 'a catcher in the rye' depicted a troubled teenage boy who resembles, at least in part, all of teenager's today. holden often talks about 'phoniness' in the world. a lot of teenagers at holden's age are beginning to struggle with who they want to become. they are trying to figure out if they should give into the pressure of society or if they are still able to by true to themselves. holden is deperately trying not to give in, but throughout the book, he lies straight to people's faces. many people dont agree with the language and themes throughout 'a catcher in the rye', but these are things that teenagers deal with and think about sometimes. everyone has had to deal with them to some extent in their life. i think adults are too protective of children and teenagers. as said in the article, 'salinger's nivel in the ... most rounded ... portrait of a 16-year-old american boy we shall ever have.'

Rainbows

Rainbows.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple.
Which one are you?
Which one am I?
I think I am …

Red.
I am love. Hugs.
Passion for everything.
Anger and a temper,
To match my hair.
I am the color of sunsets,
And Christmas joy.

Orange.
I am happiness.
Smiles and laughter,
The balance of boyfriends, friends, and family.
Energy for life,
Infecting everyone around me,
With my bliss.

Yellow.
I am optimism.
The glass is half full,
And I believe in karma,
Second chances.
The stars shining down,
Lighting a once dark world.

Green.
I am youth.
Living my life.
Making mistakes: learning.
Mother Nature,
Loving bare feet and grass: together.
Natural beauty and good luck.

Blue.
I am peace.
Praying for an end to all wars.
Loyal to honesty and true love.
Water: calm and serene – perfect.
Crashing at shore – unpredictable.
The sky: endless and everlasting.

Purple.
I am feminine.
Shoes and shopping nail polish.
With wisdom
To learn from my mistakes.
Demanding respect,
While giving it out in return.

Object Description

If I close my eyes and think of the one place that comes to my mind when I think of where I’m from, I think of my kitchen. And it’s not because it’s my favorite room; it is where I grew up. It is where my roots are. It’s not really anything spectacular to look at, but it has memories. Is has a beige and brown tiled floor with an off-white flowered wall paper that has been there since the beginning of time, it seems. It has all the necessary electronics: refrigerator, stove, 2 ovens, and microwave. But to me, it’s more than that. It’s more than simply doing dishes and preheating the oven.
I grew up eating Sunday meals prepared with caring hands and warm hearts. Meals of steak or roast, mashed potatoes, and corn or broccoli. Homemade chocolate cake often accentuated the meal. My younger sister and I would argue over whose turn it was to day dishes. Somehow, we usually both ended up getting out of it.
My kitchen is the one room in my house that leads virtually everywhere. Downstairs to the computer and basement. Down the hall to my sanctuary, my bedroom. To the dining room, where I spent almost every night as a little girl drawing pictures and playing games. Outside, to the trampoline, pool, swing set, and sandbox. My mom would always be looking out the window in the kitchen, where she was making brownies or cookies, to make sure all of us kids were safely occupied in the backyard.
The kitchen was the most popular hide-and-seek hiding place. If Mom and Dad felt like joining in our game, they would sometimes lift us up on top to the refrigerator. It felt like I was on top of the world. In our six-seven-eight year old minds, we could see the world from six feet above the ground. But the best part was that the seekers could never find us.
I am the kind of person who embraces change but still likes to hold onto the familiarity of the past. I, like anyone, want a sense of security in my life. Although my family is far from perfect, and I don’t get along with them sometimes, I wouldn’t change them for the world. As life goes on and I grow from carrying dolls to carrying car keys through my kitchen, I will always have the foundation of security to hold me up and keep me hanging on.