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 **1. Extended Response** __Dewey Dell pages 58-64__ "I said You dont know what worry is. I dont know what it is. I dont know whether I am worrying or not. Whether I can or not. I dont know whether I can cry or not. I dont know whether I have tried to or not. I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth." .... I am so unsure about myself. Should I worry? Can he do this for me and if he did know, would he do this for me? What's inside me, what that is greater than what is inside the moaning cow, the thing I can not yet feel but I know that makes me feel more alone. How will my little tub of guts hold anything more when his big tub of guts can not hold anymore? Picking rows of cotton with Lafe is the reason for my worry, if this feeling is even worry. Walking back to the house for dinner, I wonder if they know that anything is bothering me. Do I show worry on my face? Which leads me to my next worry, will it hurt? This thing that I want him to do for me, that I need him to do for me. I feel alone, like no one can relate, and that is what hurts the most. The worrying will eat me alive until the deed is done once we get into town. Should I be worrying, I mean if this feeling is worry?

**2. Diary Entry Response ** __Darl page 212-213__

Darl has been making me angry lately. As if trying to bury our dead mother is not stressful enough, Darl makes it much worse. Oh, how I just want to punch him in the face for how he angers me. First he calls my mother a horse, which may I add confuses Vardaman, then he rudely and sarcastically asks me who my father is. He knows it makes me angry. Considering my father is alive yet me and Darl do not share the same father. Anse is Darl's, Cash's, Dewey Dell's, and Vardaman's father but not mine. He finds it funny but it just makes me hate him more for making a joke out of it. I feel he only targets me the worst due to jealousy. He seeked so much approval from our mother, Addie, yet she still continued to care for me more. I was different from the rest and she knew it. Darl maybe legitamate but not our mother's favorite. He certaintly isn't my favorite either. //Sincerely,
 * Dear diary,[[image:EO_Jewel.jpg width="248" height="185" align="left" caption="Jewel" link="http://search.creativecommons.org/#"]]**
 * Jewel**//

**3. Newspaper article ** __Moseley pages 198-205__



__Anse pg 35-38__ Anse is a lazy and complaining man. I've never met a man like him before. He complains of how the road we live on brought my illness, oh how foolish Anse is. I told him to get up and move then, but he felt there was no use because God did not have it in mind for us to move. He also has weird philosophies on why God intended on man not to move, which does not make sense at all. He then asked me if I were sick, which i replied that I was not sick, and he told me I was tired and to just lay down and rest. Then the selfish m an told Peabody that he hadn't sent for him so that he did not have to pay for the doctors bill. That selfish man wanted the money to buy false teeth. He did not care about my health or taking responsibility over me, only over himself. He also feels he is not cursed because he is not a religious man. Maybe he doesn't feel cursed but his so called peace in his heart does nothing for my own peace. I am dead and he only cares about getting himself false teeth. It does not surprise me how Anse reacts to Vardaman and the dead fish. As Vardaman comes in bloody from a fish, Anse does not have the heart to do anything about it except tell the boy to wash his hands. It is pleasing to hear that Anse does recognize how hard I have worked to raise these children. But it is so like Anse to blame the weather for not having the heart to do anything about the fish situation. Then he avoids to answer sweet Vardaman's question. I start to wonder what Anse will do without me once I'm dead and gone. Taking my body to Jefferson should be an interesting task for my family. I also wonder how Anse will take my death, because as of right now, for a husband, he seems unfocused from my general well-being. What a selfish complaining man Anse Bundren has turned out to be.
 * 4. Addie's Reaction **
 * - Addie**

__Vardaman pg 100__
 * 5. Visual Depiction **

**6. Poem ** __MacGowan pg 241-248__ //She came into the store With worry in her eyes A country girl I would love to adore Nothing I couldn't fix with a few lies

The doctor wasn't in and she needed to cure her female trouble So I gave her fake medicine To assure her that her belly size wouldn't double

Jody warned that the doctor would return So I told her to come back at ten The turpentine would not burn Oh, how evil are some men

I gave her the box of pills She questioned whether they would work I told her the treatment would cure her ills Down in the cellar we would lurk //

**7. William Faulkner's (blabberize) ** __Addie pages 169-176__ media type="custom" key="5106019" align="center"

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** 8. Visual Depiction: Wordle ** __Cash pages 82-83__

** 9. Blabberize ** __ Dewey Dell 255-257__

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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">** 10. Visual Depiction: Sumopaint ** __Vardaman page 84__