Monday, September 28, 2015

John Proctor: Hero or Stooge?

I would just like to begin by defining both the words hero and stooge.

Hero: (noun) a person, typically a man, who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities. Synonyms: Brave, Courageous, etc.

Stooge: (noun) a person who serves merely to support or assist others, particularly in doing unpleasant work. Synonyms: Underling, Minion, Lackey, etc.

When reading through the three acts of The Crucible, John Proctor's character portrays aspects of both hero and stooge. However, as the play gets closer to its end, John Proctor's attitude becomes more heroic, which shocks the reader as they see this "change of heart."
John Proctor at the beginning of this play is shown to have cheated on his wife with Abigail, and would do anything in his power to stop that secret from ever seeing the light of day. As the play progresses, he still can be seen as a stooge, but his actions are repainting him as the hero.
His biggest sacrifice is admitting all of his wrongs in front of the court, as long as it means that he can take down Abigail and save the accused witches.
At times he can be a stooge for only defending his wife, who is still a very personal aspect to him, but at others he defends all the accused witches, which shows his heroic aspects.

In conclusion John Proctor is both a stooge and hero but his hero characteristics outweigh his stooge ways.

Friday, September 11, 2015

A Bit About Me

Hello, I'm Emiliano. Some people call me Milly or Em, but that's not my name. I'm a pretty average person, and the only thing pretty abnormal about me is the incredibly large chance that I will do something that will end up hurting me. [Edit] Just this morning, I was calmly walking down the school hallway, when my foot slipped and I fell. It was seriously something out of a bad high school drama. [End of Edit] Another instance of where I was hurt by a ridiculous way was in 6th grade in my elementary school's library. I wasn't the tallest of the class, and I needed help reaching some of the higher-up books. The school had just purchased new stools, and these ones had wheels so they could roll around. So there I was, calmly rolling the stool across the library, when the stool's rim caught on a loose string from the rug. It held the stool back and tilted it over, where the rim was level with my shin. Now, the old stools couldn't roll, so the school put rubber rims on them to keep from slipping. These new ones however, didn't have that rubber seal. The rim made a clean cut about halfway down my shin, and I didn't really know how to react, so I just stood there, leg bleeding and all. That was an interesting day, but a recognizable experience. There was another time when I broke my wrist on the sidewalk, but that's a story for another time.

Thursday, September 10, 2015