How you should organize your journal:

PROFESSOR HERBERT:

Professor Herbert wore a gray suit of clothes. The suit matched his gray hair.




DAVE: Dave is the only child out of eleven to get into high school he wears nice clothes only when hes at school this is because he comes from a poor family.





PA (LUSTER) SEXTON:

Pa’s eyes danced fire. His face was getting red. The red color was coming through the brown, weather-beaten skin on Pa’s face.




MA SEXTON: She is about the same age as pa and some what understands where pa is coming from but believes tha pa shouldn’t go to the school with his gun but fails in her attempt to talk him out of it.





FARM: The Sexton farm has nineteen cattle, twenty-five hogs and four mules.



SCHOOL: it is a high school, which Dave attends after walking six miles to and back from.

Metaphor: “His eyes danced fire.”


Simile: “shaking like a leaf in the wind.”


Dialect: They spoke in a southern accent

“Course o’ study,” says pa, “what study, bug study?

what a twist lady or the tiger

            The door opens and the he runs in and comes out with the girl whom I despise so in this arms, and the music starts to play. But before I can scream somebody else does I glace back down at the two, to see that girl was dead and my love was dragging her out, her mangled body covered in blood the upper half of her body was fine but her bottom half was almost completely consumed by the lion who so cleverly pushed away the loose stones separating the lion from that dreadful monster of a girl. But sense the hide curtain was there to keep the man from hearing who is behind what door it kept every one from hearing the girl’s screams of pain. What a pity, I started to think about the man what would happen to him. I then began to think this is my fathers fault and did something I would probably regret later like most teenage girls do, I tripped my father as he got closer to the edge of the balcony to get a better look at the corpse of the dead girl he fell off the ledge and died on impact. And I went down the stairs to go get my man. He became the king and I his queen. I thought to myself it all worked out in the end, epically because I didn’t tell him that I pointed him to the door with the lion but he doesn’t have to know that. 

cask of amotillado answers

Montesore feels that murdering fortinardo was justified because he insulted montisore somehow. Also fortinado thinks that he is better then montesore and his family because he has more money than he does.

The main reason that fortinado was so easy to trick into coming to the catacombs was that montisore said that he had a case of a rare wine, amontillado, which fortinado did not believe so he had to see it with his own eyes. Also fortinado thinks that someone lower than me couldn’t possibly do anything to harm me. Another thing that made I so easy was that he was drunk as well.

Montresor and fortunate both have a large amount of money, live in mansions, and appreciate rare wines. They both dress for carnival

I am walking around socializing with my friends when I come across montasore wearing a depressing outfit of all black the cape, mask, shirt, and pants compared to my outfit of a jester with colorful clothes and a hat with loud bells. That claimed to have bought a rare cask of amontillado win. Which is absurd because such a rare wine could that not be found in such a large quantity. He kept saying that he had his doubts which I would to. He said that he would get lucenti to determine the type of wine. I cleverly responded with, “lucenti doesn’t know an amontillado from a Sherri,” and insisted to go with him to his catacombs to prove to him that he is wrong. So we went to montisors home which oddly there were no servants but I figured montesor was generous and let them go to the carnival. So we went down the stairs that enter the catacombs where I began to cough when he asked if I wanted to go back and I said, “no a cough isn’t going to kill me,” and he replied with, “true true,” like he knew how I was going to die. Which I could have caught on if I weren’t intoxicated but I was so I didn’t. we continued forward, he asked me to admire the web work which I didn’t really care for. We trudged on it became colder and colder as we went deeper into the catacombs we came to the room where the supposed wine is montesor told me to go in the room when I walked into a wall. While I was still baffled monresore strapped me to the wall with chains. I laughed and said that this would be fun to tell at the plaza when he didn’t unchain me I became afraid, he started to seal the arch way when all hope was leaving my body in a last effort I said, “for the love of god,” and he simply replied, “yes for the love of god.” I dropped my head the bells on my hat made a jingle and I didn’t say a word he finished sealing my grave and left I stood there wondering what I did wrong. It couldn’t have been when I said his mothers hair makes her look like a quail, could it be?