Saturday, October 1, 2016
Faulkner - Backstage at Morning Meeting
I tried to come in on time but I couldn't and I kicked the door but the door wouldn't budge and it was dark down there so I ran up the stairs. I kept hollering for Darl. Darl. Darl. Darl! He saw me. I bet he saw me but he didn't do a thing about it. He sat in his chair and didn't do a thing about it. I stood behind the curtains and I was scared that someone would come up from behind me and open the curtains and then everyone would look at me. I ran over to the side of the stage to make sure that no one could see me if someone did sneak up on me and pull those curtains open. There were hats. There were sparkly costumes too and plastic shiny batons and a stuffed animal bear and a stuffed animal fish. It reminded me of my mom and I started to cry because my mother is a fish.
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Caleigh, this is great. It is clearly written from the perspective of Vardaman, but I think this is clear even before the "my mother is a fish" line. You did a good job of putting into writing the hectic state of Vardaman's mind. But his mind is not the only thing that is going a million miles per hour, as Vardaman always seems to be running. You also made use of detailed imagery, as Faulkner so often does. I truly laughed as I could see Vardaman running through Price and kicking doors and yelling for Darl. Great post.
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