Escape Plane Codename:Wall (blog post #8)

     

      Im in the Commander room. It's late and he'e getting tipsy. This is my chance my. I lean over to give him a kiss; while he's distracted by my lips I grab the screw driver on his desk and put it into my sock. For the next few night I do the same thing swiping a couple matches and letter opener. The next day on my daily walk with Ofglen and I tell her about all the objects i've stole from the Commander; I tell her I plan to escape. Ofglen want's in, she wants to escape with me. I agree. We plan to escape exactly one month from today. Our plan is to climb the wall. Once we see whats over the wall and see what's out there we will come back for the other handmaid's that aren't "believers". We will all escape.Over the next few days she to steals objects from her household. She steals some rope and scissors. Im surprised how easy it is to lie and steal.
     I wake up on a very humid August morning realizing today is the day. Today me and Ofglen will escape and find out whats over the wall. By nightfall I will be free. Me and Ofglen go on our walk for the last time; going over our plan one last time. When every one in our houses are asleep we will sneak out. Meeting a few blocks away from the wall. Then together we will walk to the wall and stab anyone that gets in our way. Ofglen will the take her rope and climb over the wall. Then after she is over the wall I will climb over. We say our good byes and go back to our homes one last time.
    I've never been so nervous in my entire life; or it least I can't remember being this nervous. I've been waiting for Ofglen for what feels like hours, but I know it's only been a few minutes. Once she gets here I giver her the Commanders screw driver to use as a weapon. As we approach the wall we see about four angles just patrolling. I talk two and Ofglen takes two. Stabbing them hard in the neck before they have time to react. All of the sudden I hear a gunshot in the distance, I turn around and in a split second I hear Ofglen gasp and fall to the ground. She was shot.
    I grab her rope and run as fast as I can towards the wall. I will not die here. I will not die in this horrible place. I hear it before it enters my body. A bullet. Then for a moment I feel nothing, I'm calm. All of a sudden a rush of excruciating pain rushes to the middle of my back as I to fall to the ground with a big thump. And like that my escape plan was over
   
   

Latin's No Joke..Well Only Sometimes (blog #7)

• When Offred learns the meaning of the Latin phrase in her cupboard, what else does she learn? As readers, how do you feel about these moments of revelation? Are you shocked? Disappointed? Excited? Something else

"Don't let the bastards grind you down."
       Autumn said that she thought that Offred was staring at this mysterious quote for so long wondering what it means,wondering what it says. When you see something in another language that you know nothing about you tend to think that it's a super inspiring; when in reality it can mean like "the dog went for a walk." She was so disappointed because it was just some joke. It wasn't anything that could help her.
      Liz said that she was just so disappointed. But that the more that Liz thought about it the quote was a reflection of Offred. The quote described her. "she's not human but she's human"
     I think she was just crushed that it was a joke and not this huge clue about the handmaid before her or about the society that she is forced to live in. She thought it could help her escape of live in this world better. She expected it to be so much more insightful than "Don't let the bastards grind you down." Like Autumn said when you see something in another language you question it. Since it was in her room she was constantly staring at it, wondering about it, hoping it was something amazing. When it wasn't she was crushed. Her hope was a joke in a sense. Maybe she relized right then that everything she prayed and hoped for was a joke. That their really wasn't any point to anything anymore.
       The only thing that I could think of that would help me more in class would be whole class discussions. Getting everyones opinion and point of view about the book, helps me form my own opinion better.

Most Characters Are Great, But Theirs Always An Exception (Blog #5)

Personally Moira is my favorite character in the book so far. I would like to think that if i was ever in a situation like hers i would act like her and escape with and elaborate plan; that I wouldn't stand to be treated like a human incubator. She has so much sass in her and could care less about anyones else opinion of her. She stood up for what she believed in knowing the horrible consequences.
         My least favorite character in the book is the commander. I don't understand the way he works. He's willing to make Offred risk everything so he can play scrabble and steal a kiss. Why? He is just  weird. I can't figure him out or get a feel for him. Sometimes i think he might be an eye but i'm not sure. If he's an eye I wouldn't be surprised. I want to believe in the commander, but something about him makes me not want to trust him. He just seems sneaky.

Praying..I guess that a thing to do in our situation (Blog #6)

Prayers for health- I hope and Pray that (Insert name here) gets healthier and recovers even stronger than before; being able to fulfill their duties once again. I pray that this will be the final time they fall ill. I pray for a quick recovery. 

Prayers for wealth-  I hope and pray that (insert name here) becomes wealthy and that their hard work and sacrifice pay off. I pray that they get the wealth they rightfully deserve. 

Prayers for death-  I hope and pray that (insert name here) rests easy  in the hands of God protecting us all. I pray that they are no longer in any pain. 

Prayers for a birth- I hope and pray that (insert name here) has a smooth delivery ;delivering a health child that will contribute greatly to our world. I pray that the child has a life full of accomplishments. 

Prayers for a sin- I hope and pray that I am forgiven for my sins. I pray that I am rightfully punished for the mistakes I have made. I pray that I will learn from the sin I have committed. 

Is Sanity A Real Thing? (Assignment # 4)

Quotations:

"Maybe the life I think I'm living is a paranoid delusion. Not a hope. I know where I am, and who,  and what day it is. These are tests, and I am sane. Sanity is a valuable possession; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money. I save it, so I will have enough, when the time comes." (pg 109)
          This quote spoke to me on a deep level. This describes me in a weird sense. I believe I am a relative sane person. I know what's going on around me, I know who I am and what I stand for. I know myself. Even though Offred in this context is talking about saving up all her sanity so she has it when the time comes to be sane. She's describing how I am with hope. I can't just hope for a huge miracle  all at once. I hope a little at a time, so eventually some day I can put all my hope into one idea. Hope to me is kind of pointless. It either turns out the way you want it to or it doesn't; you hoping does nothing to change the outcome. I used to hope a lot, I believed that hope was real and that it worked. That if you hoped hard enough it would actually come true. But then life happened. Offred is saving her sanity little by little in till she believes in her sanity completely. But is anyone really ever 100% sane? Don't we all have a little crazy inside all of us. I think she is just trying to convince herself that she is sane. Trying to convince herself that she lives in a normal world and that the life she's living is not strange.

No Make Up? I Can Deal With That. (Assignment #3)

        On a pretty much daily basis I wear some type of makeup. Sometimes it's just some eyeliner; but other times when I don't feel as confident with my face it can be a whole face of make up. Covering up all my little imperfections to make me feel perfect, even though no one is truly "Perfect".
I think i could survive with out skin care products such as foundation because I don't use it much but I couldn't survive with out cover up powder or a little liquid eye liner.

        For cover up I would use baby powder and add some bread crumbs that are grinned up so finely like sand for a little more color.
        And for some liquid eye liner I would melt down the cookie part of sandwich cookies into a paste like substance and store it into a little container, for an applicator brush i would steal i fine tip paint brush.

Blog Assignment #2

        Very recently I was faced with a pretty heavy decision regarding my medical care. My doctor wants to try a new IV treatment. The treatment is very harsh and you have to be in the ICU while getting it because it can effect your heart and lungs. This is a last resort kind of treatment, and frankly it's scares me to death. If something goes horribly wrong while getting the Ketamine Infusion I could potentially die. But I can't live like this anymore. The constant gut wrenching joint pain is so bad that it takes me 10 minutes to get the energy and strength to get out of bed in the morning; and that's on a good day. This treatment may give me the chance to be pain free for a little while. The only thing is is that there is a big chance that this treatment won't work and it will have been all for nothing.
       I thought it over for a while. I thought about how I live in constant pain. I thought about how maybe this isn't worth the risk of a medical complication. I thought about how sorry I felt for myself and how unfair it is that this is the life I live. But in the end I can not and I will not let pain control my life; getting this infusion may make me in control of my own life again. So during the first week in April I will be admitted into St.Christophers Hospital For Children threw the ER because health insurance companies are not the nicest people and never want to pay for my medical care like they are supposed to; and I will receive the Ketamine infusion threw my IV for about 3-5 days. And then I will hope like i've never hoped before that for just one day I will control my life not my pain.

Blog Assignment #1

       My name is unique. I don't know of any other Sarina's. It separates me from all the Brittany's and Rachel's out there. My name makes me my own person; my name is my identity in a sense. If I was stripped of my name it would be like taking my identity away from me. It wouldn't set me apart from the rest of the world. I would be generic. I wouldn't be Sarina anymore.


So very judgmental towards everyone.
Angry at the world.
Ready to fight for what she believes in.
Inspiring to do good, even when she doesn't believe in the good.
Never wanna grow up.
Always tired of people