Standing on the scaffold was simply degrading. Having everyone laugh and point as I stand their humiliated. But I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me upset. I made an extravagant dress that was both envied and hated. The A. The A that they tried to punish me with, I spit back in their face.  “A. It was so artistically done, and with so much fertility and gorgeous luxuriance of fancy, that it had all the effect of a last and fitting decoration to the apparel which she wore; and which was of a splendor in accordance with the taste of the age, but greatly beyond what was allowed by the sumptuary regulations of the colony.” pg. 45. As if the humiliation wasn’t bad enough but who should show his face other than my “beloved” Chillingworth. A man as cold as ice, his name suits him don’t you think? Chillingworth. I felt my heart drop to my stomach and my moth go dry. Before I even had a chance to think straight he lifted his finger to his mouth telling me to be quiet. I couldn’t even laugh at the irony of Dimmesdale praying for my soul.

After I was sent back into the prison I was irritated that I was constantly being watched. Like an animal I was being caged and looked on in amusement and awe at a real life sinner. I am apologetic for my sin but this treatment is unnecessary. To my surprise and horror in walked Chillingworth.  “Prithee, friend, leave me alone with my patient,” said the practitioner. “Trust me, good jailer, you shall briefly have peace in your house; and, I promise you, Mistress Prynne shall hereafter be more amenable to just authority than you may have found her heretofore.” -pg 59.I can’t believe the guards would let him be in here alone with me. he tries to give me this horrid medicine that supposedly would make me more compliant but I refused to drink it. He demanded for me to tell him who Pearl’s father was but I wouldn’t and we agreed that he wouldn’t reveal his identity. I just hope Dimmesdale will be ok.

After they released me from prison I stayed in the Puritan colony on the outskirts. I devoted myself to charity to others although they treat me like dirt. I sew garments for everybody and everything except weddings. As if a garment made by my hands could somehow tarnish the sacredness of a marriage.

I’m worried about Pearl . I love my baby but I just worry about her so much. I see so much of myself inside of her. She’s moddy, passionate , mischievous,  and defiant. All a definite “no-no” around here. Maybe I should have left when I had the chance. No, I need to face my sin right here. I would be nothing but a coward if I left. I try to teach her about God but she just says “I have no heavenly father!,” -80. I told her she must not say those things. To think, what if someone from town heard her. She would surely be killed and I don’t think I could take that.