A poem from Paper #1

In my first paper, I wrote about my experience as a homeschooler, and how it enabled me to have a huge role in writing my "life-script." This poem sums up a given day as a homeschooler.

Waking up to the smell of freedom

Speaking with my unhindered voice

Dressing up in my own creation

Walking out the doors of choice.

A Venetian Servant and a California Girl comment on Persepolis

Evelyn: Hey Nerissa, how's Venice?

Nerissa: It's alright, but my boss Portia is feeling a little repressed lately.

Evelyn: Oh, yeah? I've been reading about repression in my English class. Why is Portia feeling repressed?

Nerissa: Oh, I know all there is to know about English language. "To be or not to be," "All the World's a Stage," you name it.Well, in order for Portia to follow her father's will, she has to marry the first man that can guess which out of three caskets has her portrait inside. Kinda crazy, right?

Evelyn: That is rough! In my English class we are reading about an Iranian girl named Marjane, who lived most of her childhood years during the time of the Islamic Revolution. She was forced to wear a veil when she was 10!

Nerissa: Really? That's no fun. I believe in freedom! Heck, girls should even be able to wear guy's clothes if they wanted to! Although I probably wouldn't do that...unless I was forced.

Evelyn: Right...well anyway, tell Portia good luck on the caskets for me!