The lottery was a very interesting story to me, perhaps mainly because of the setting. The setting of this story was interesting to me since it was so contemporary. When I first finished the story, I thought that surely it would have to have been set a hundred and fifty years ago, or more. When I found out that it was less than half of that, I was shocked. I couldn't even imagine something like that happening today. Then I took a moment to think, and realized that something like The Lottery could happen today. Perhaps it wouldn't happen here in Fort Worth, but it could happen in a different part of the world. And if you really get down and think about it, we take away people's rights like that right her. Perhaps not to such an extreme extent, but we do take people's rights away purely by the random selection of what they believe in. While I am not going to turn this blog post into a political forum, I do think that no matter who you are, you will agree that somebody in America, right now, is not receiving all of the freedom that they deserve.
This story was a particularly shocking one. As I read the posts of my classmates and listened to the class discussion, I realized that many of them began the story like me. There was not the slightest inkling in my mind that something terrible was going to happen. In the very beginning, I thought that The Lottery would be something to win, something exciting. Perhaps that is linked to my current connotations with the word lottery. When I drive down the highway past the powerball sign, I usually spend the next 15 minutes day dreaming about what I would do with all that money. So while I was reading this story, I started to imagine what the winner of the lottery would win. The buzz of the town got me excited, but soon I realized that this was not necessarily the buzz of winning a few thousand dollars or a big screen tv. Nothing, however, prepared me for the stoning that was going to happen. The screaming and chasing caught me off guard and shocked me.
Like many other stories this semester, this one did not leave me in a happy-go-lucky mood, but rather a deep, almost dark contemplative mood. The type of mood I picture troubled artists have all the time. Perhaps that is the point.
This story was a particularly shocking one. As I read the posts of my classmates and listened to the class discussion, I realized that many of them began the story like me. There was not the slightest inkling in my mind that something terrible was going to happen. In the very beginning, I thought that The Lottery would be something to win, something exciting. Perhaps that is linked to my current connotations with the word lottery. When I drive down the highway past the powerball sign, I usually spend the next 15 minutes day dreaming about what I would do with all that money. So while I was reading this story, I started to imagine what the winner of the lottery would win. The buzz of the town got me excited, but soon I realized that this was not necessarily the buzz of winning a few thousand dollars or a big screen tv. Nothing, however, prepared me for the stoning that was going to happen. The screaming and chasing caught me off guard and shocked me.
Like many other stories this semester, this one did not leave me in a happy-go-lucky mood, but rather a deep, almost dark contemplative mood. The type of mood I picture troubled artists have all the time. Perhaps that is the point.
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