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~from TEACHER TATTLETALES and Other Southern Shenanigans
Timed Essay: THE ROAD NOT TAKEN by Robert Frost.
The main theme of the poem written on our classroom board by Robert Frost is that human beings are confronted with and ultimately defined by the choices they make. This main idea in the poem is universal, so for the next seventy minutes describe one of your own personal crossroads inspired by the poem and the choice you made after confronting your own fork in the road. Incorporate lines or ideas from the poem.
My Road Not Taken
by
Y. Bother
The poem, “The Road Not Taken” is supposed to be a telling tale, and yet Robert Frost does not tell us anything about his journey. He just tells us about his two choices staring him right in the face and how he followed, as far as his eye could see, both paths to help him with his decision. He finally chose one.
The clock in my classroom tells me there is only twenty minutes left.
My stomach is growling. It must be time for lunch. I hope Derrie Anne Connecticut doesn’t hear it growling. Last year, I invited her to go to the county fair with me because my mother and her mother play bridge together and my mother kept asking her mother if she was seeing anyone, and her mother didn’t ever answer my mother the whole time that day and even the next time they played bridge at some old woman’s house she kept asking if I could call Derrie Anne up sometime and invite her out. Her mother finally said, “Yes” and when I did call, Derrie Anne didn’t answer the phone but her sister did and finally gave the phone to her and we talked for a whole thirty-two seconds (I counted on my watch) and that’s when I asked her out and she hesitated, but with the long silence on the other end of the phone, I could hear her mother yell, “Just say yes and be done with it and never go out with him again,” and so she said “Yes”. So, we went to the fair and she later told me she got separated from me when she went to the bathroom and got lost, so she got another ride home.
Another five minutes left on the clock.
Since I am supposed to reference a crossroad of my own, I’ll get to my point.
I was thinking about about asking Anetta Fish to the Junior-Senior prom later that year. I couldn’t make up my mind because of my experience with Derrie Anne, so I waited and waited and then didn’t ask her after all. Later, I heard that she went with some other guy and threw up on his tux in the limousine so I was glad that I didn’t cross that road!
TIME!
