Hello there , let me introduce myself to you guys, my name is Roger Chillingworth, I am a doctor and I would cure anyone that is sick. Money does not matter, I just want everyone of my patient to leave healthy as they will ever be. I have a wife, her name  Hester,basically I am Hester’s  ” husband”, well no one  knows that though, I told her to keep it a secret because I do not want people to discover my identity, that would ruin my plans on getting my revenge.

Let me tell you my story, as I arrived here in Boston, the first thing I saw was a crowd of people looking at a person on a platform. As I entered the group of crowns I saw someone familiar, she looked straight into my eyes. And guess who, its my wife,  holding a Baby that is not mine, and she is on the scaffold, I had to make a gesture telling her to hide my identity, because I didn’t want to have a bad reputation( that is why I am calling myself Roger Chillingworth.). While looking in her eyes I was talking to myself “Who dares to cheat on Roger Chillingworth, NO ONE DOES THAT.”  So I turned around and asked the gentlemen behind me why was Hester on the platform. They told me that she committed adultery and the red A on her chest represent adultery.  I was so infuriated in my head talking to myself again  “She totally deserves all her punishment. I will get revenge and I will kill the father of this child. At this moment the only word in my mind is revenge, every word I read is revenge. Hester, why do you have to be so ignorant, if you didn’t commit adultery, we would’ve been fine.”

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Hello, my name is Rodger Chillingworth. I come from Europe and had a rough time getting here. I sent my wife Hester Pryne over to the wonderful America before myself to settle things at work. when i came over i was somehow intercepted by the Indians. It was rough being held captive by them but i learned a few helpful medical remedies and tricks. It was interesting but i would choose to never stay with them again. Once i got away i went straight to Boston Massachusetts. This is where i was informed Hester was. It took me a few days to find her than finally i was disturbed at the sight of My lovely wife standing on scaffolding outside of a prison. The crowd was chanting a very bad word clamming she had committed adultery. I was very disheartened and sad but i made i contact with her and i knew what happened. Now the only thing i had to do was find a job to make a dollar or too. i realized it was slim pickings for work around Boston. Some man asked me if i knew any medical information. I decided that i would go into medicine because i had learned so much by watching the Indian’s during my captivity. My official position would be medical advisor. This job would just require me to help give assistance and information to help people. I figured i would make good money and have a little free time to figure out the whole deal with my wife, Hester. I am very shaken by this whole wild experince with the Indians and Hester. I’m just very confused on what i should do next. I really would like to find the man who had a baby with my wife. He is making me very angry but there is nothing i can do until i find him but just keep working.

http://www.quantumhealth.com/news/ayurveda_indian_medicine.html- Indian medicines

“his faced darkend with emotion” pg 51

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Hi I’m Hester Prynne. I live in a cottage on the oustkirts in Boston. I am the sweetest as they get, but I have done something very bad. Nothing compared to murder, but something that I have to live with for the rest of my life. I walk everyday with my sin on my bosom. This “A” that represents ‘shame’. You wanna know what I did? I committed adultery. These Puritan women judge me. They tear me down as if they haven’t committed any sin. How much better are they than me, if they are beating me down and calling me names?  If I have asked my Heavenly Father above for forgiveness, then why are these women whom claim they are more holier than thou prosecuting me? Even though I live my life everyday publicly showing my sin to others, I walk with my head up. I AM PROUD OF MY SIN. When you sin, you have a chance to repent. You will look at my face, and see the “A” on my bosom, but I have more problems than that. I have a husband who made me promise to never tell that we are married for his sake and I still remember every last word he said to me… “Thou hast kept the secret of thy paramour. Keep, likewise, mine!  There are none in this land that know me. Breathe not to any human soul that thou didst ever call me husband!” (Page 63). There are many things I want, or wish for; like a husband I actually love or to get back with the father of my child whom no one knows, but my main dream is: to raise my daughter. I dream of her growing up knowing that she will never make the same mistakes as me. I am the only person who can teach her the right things to do because I have been through hell and back. My daughter is my scarlet letter. I’m the one who brought her into the world…. This judgmental world. . With everything I’ve been going through lately, I need a little guidance.. So I’ve been looking on the internet for a website that can help me raise my daughter, and I think this one helps. http://www.pbs.org/parents/raisinggirls/powerful/

Look me and my beautiful scarlet letter.

I am Hester, a puritan woman who came to America from Europe. I have been through so many horrible ordeals in the past few years. I have been to prison and I have had to stand on a scaffold in front of the whole town and my husband, whom I do not love, has come to America. I committed a horrible sin; I cheated on my husband with another man. The man who it happened to be was the Reverend of the town! It was a terrible mistake that I will have to deal with for the rest of my life. I ended up having a daughter named, Pearl, as a result of this affair. Standing in front of all of those people on the scaffold was the most humiliating and unbearable ordeal. The time seemed to be going on forever and ever. The thing that made it even worse was my husband showing up after two years of us being apart. Another punishment for succumbing to my temptations was going to prison. I had to spend two years in prison with my child there. The worst punishment of all from this was that I had to wear an “A” on all of my clothes, The “A” stands for adultery. The townspeople do not know that Roger Chillingworth is my husband and my husband has asked me to keep it that way.

When I was released from prison I found a secluded home for Pearl and me. The townspeople do not talk to me because all they see is the red “A” on my clothing. I am defined by my sin and I will never be able to escape it. But it was my choice to stay in town; I had to suffer the consequences of my sin. I do have to support Pearl by being a seamstress for the people of the town. People think that Pearl is a demon child, “…poor little Pearl was a demon offspring: such as, ever since old Catholic times, had occasionally been seen on earth, through the agency of their mother’s sin, and to promote some foul and wicked purpose” (81). On the internet I always search for websites that can help me deal with being the most hated person in town.  This website helped me the most: http://www.ehow.com/how_2386812_deal-being-hated.html

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Tiarra Andrews-Owens –Hester

Nice to meet you imaginary friend.             

Why must I be born in such an unpleasant world with people who are so unbearable to be around? I love how my mom and I live away from the town and the townspeople. I would rather have imaginary friends that love me then to get involved with these rude hideous appalling people. My mom might have noticed that I “wanted not a wide and various circle of acquaintance.  The spell of life went forth from her ever-creative spirit, and communicated itself to a thousand objects, as a torch kindles a flame wherever it may be applied.  The unlikeliest materials—a stick, a bunch of rags, a flower—were the puppets of Pearl’s witchcraft, and, without undergoing any outward change, became spiritually adapted to whatever drama occupied the stage of her inner world.” (78) I am pretty sure that I am up to about six imaginary friends right now.

Yes I know people do not want to talk to me because of this, but what am I supposed to do when all day I listen to bursts of fierce tempers come from kids my own age. My mom gave me this website on dealing with bullying http://pbskids.org/itsmylife/friends/bullies/. I keep telling my mom that I know I was born an outcast because people yell at me saying “imp of evil, emblem and product of sin, she had no right among christened infants.” (76) I am not a devil child and to be honest all of this makes me even stronger and more independent then those bratty little snotty kids who live in town. When I get really lonely I listen to this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGJuMBdaqIw to try to make me feel like theirs hope but then I realize that humans suck! I am content with the friends I have now even if no one else can see them I do not care the others think.

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Lia Niebauer

I am reading the book the web. I am halfway through the book. Dr Alex Delaware is enjoying life in the Pacific island. Dr Woodrow Wilson Moreland who is the scientist that invited Dr Alex to help him organize his papers for publication lets him now about the recent murder of a young woman. Dr moreland explains to Alex that he had a realtionship with the woman. He says shes a swimmer and she died while swimming. I predict that Dr. moreland has something to do with the death of the woman because he blinked several times when he showed Dr. Alex a snapshot of her.

Prediction , Dag Dawit

Stanley Yelnats is a teenage boy who is  sent to Camp Green Lake because he was found with shoes. Not just any shoes, but Clyde Livingston’s , a famous baseball player. He was donating his shoes to a charity but somehow they flew out the window and landed by Stanley. He took the shoes and was caught with them by the police. He was ordered to go to court and he went and he was sent to Camp Green Lake. He met a lot of people while his stay there. There main priority was to dig holes 6 feet deep and 6 feet wide. I can relate to this because i’ve been in the sitution whereas I was being accused of stealing something that I found and I was sentenced to the Juvinile Detention Center for 60 days.

Alex Vasquez : Connection

Kristina has always been a good girl, until the summer before her senior year of high school, when her life changes forever.  While visiting her long lost father, Kristina takes on the persona of Bree.  Bree is everything Kristina is not – wild, flirty, bold.  Bree quickly gets caught up in a world of parties and romance, and begins doing crystal meth, otherwise known as crank.  Even after she returns home to the quiet suburbs, Kristina/Bree continues on her downward spiral into addiction. When I was younger I was a very quiet kid and a down to earth person, but alot of people knew me as “Silent”. Silent was the TOTAL opposite of Alex. He was loud, rude, obnoxious and terrible. I started abbusing drugs at a young age. I tried to stop it but it wasn’t as easy as it sounds. I like this book because I can understand where Kristin is coming from.

Alex Vasquez : Connection

Two Faced (1-6)

        I am a holy man who prides himself in his work. I have discovered something; no matter how hard you try you will never be perfect. I am the reverend of my people and I have failed them. I fell in love with an angel or a demon. How was I not going to fall in love with a creature as beautiful as her? Hester and I became lovers. The problem is that she is a married woman, to my defense her husband is thought to be dead. This angel/demon and I had many passionate moments and they would have continued if she had not gotten pregnant but she did. Oh how my heart hurt to see her on that platform withstanding her punishment without me, it was for the best though. The people needed me to spiritually guide them; it would not have been possible to talk about gods words with that wretched A on my chest. When I was trying to convince her to say the father’s name I was scared that she might actually say it, then again there was another side of me that was begging her to say my name.

She named our child Pearl. She is as lovely as her mother, except her ways are extremely strange. I believe that this is because she is the fruit of our sin and with that comes torment that will never end. I am supposed to be a strong man able to resist the “woman’s frailty and sinful passion” (65). In my moment of weakness I dug up a hole that I will eventually trip into. Until the time comes I will bear witness the chastisement Hester goes through that should also be mine. I will have to stand there and hear the things that are said about my lover and my child; I think the worst part of it is that I will have to hear the things that come out of my mouth. I found a song that expresses the way feel: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AvTH7J2shuI. What the song says is one of the reasons I it related to me but the fast pace, panicking, and overwhelming feeling of the song is why I keep on listening to it. It is just so close to the way I feel that I find some type of peace knowing it’s not only me who feels like this.

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Once the fight ends. They travel to camp half blood where they were chosen by their mighty parents to choose there fate. The description of the camp reminds me of when I went camping with my parents. When they described the camp i visualised a large forest full of trees that were forever green and the smell of pine cones in the air. With the mischievous animals that lurk in the forest that build up pre caution in you. The kids were chosen by there parents and were trained and taught more about other gods including there parents.