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

Personal response to Robinson Crusoe   ...I observe that the antepast of evil is more bitter than the suffering...(p.181).         Only after several(prenominal) readings of polar portions of Defoes Robinson Crusoe and several attempts at drafting a different type of paper, did I fin all t oldishy decide upon using this particular quotation. For me the best kind of committal to writing is the one that does itself, and this quote is the basis for that kind of writing. All I see to do is hold the pen.         My premier recollection of being locked into fear (aside from the boogey man, ghosts and witches) was the first time I had to be absent from school for several daytimes. I believe I was ill with a sore throat and fever. At the age of five or six, an hour often feels like a day, and a day like a week, so to be aside of school for four days seemed quite a LONG time. Anyway, I remember my mother finally telling me I could go patronize to school the bordering morning. While part of me was happy and excited at the thought of seeing my friends and my teacher, the other part of me was terrified. What if when I got to my classroom no one 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 made 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 really 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 clothe (red corduroy pants, checkered shirt- -with solid red scarf, red socks and white sneakers), and sit down 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.