Reader Response to Daniel Defoes Robinson Crusoe :: Defoe Robinson Crusoe Essays

Personal response to Robinson Crusoe   ...I observe that the expectation of loathsomeness is more bitter than the suffering...(p.181).         Only after several(prenominal) readings of different portions of Defoes Robinson Crusoe and several attempts at drafting a different type of paper, did I at last decide upon using this particular quotation. For me the best gracious of writing is the sensation that does itself, and this quote is the basis for that kind of writing. All I have to do is hold the pen.         My first recollection of being locked into fear (aside from the boogey man, ghosts and witches) was the first magazine I had to be absent from instill for several days. I intrust I was ill with a sore throat and fever. At the long duration of five or six, an hour often feels like a day, and a day like a week, so to be out of train for four days seemed quite a LONG time. Anyway, I record my mother fina lly telling me I could go back to school the next cockcrow. While part of me was happy and excited at the vista of seeing my friends and my teacher, the other part of me was terrified. What if when I got to my classroom no unrivalled talked to me? (because I hadnt been there). What if my teacher was mad at me? (because I hadnt been there). What if they all do fun of me? (because I hadnt been there). What if I didnt know any answers? (because I hadnt been there). I would die I just knew I would. Well, after several hours of this kind of thinking along with the escalating of fear and anxiety that accompanied it, I rattling didnt have to worry about school the next day I was making myself too sick to go back The next morning after refusing to eat breakfast (which my mother said I was too excited to eat), I got dressed in my favorite outfit (red electric cord pants, checkered shirt- -with solid red scarf, red socks and white sneakers), and sat on the couch-waiting for my older sister, Susan, to finish getting ready to take me to school. The old fear-thoughts started again, and this time I had neither the comforts of my bedcovers nor of a days respite.