Maya Angelou is a critically famed writer and has told many stories with a slight coming of age theme to them. These stories are taught in schools for both their great life lessons and structure in which she writes. One of her most famous novels, “I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings” has been taught in many schools because of it’s memoir nature and themes learned in the author's life. In this Blog i will analyze and state some studies on the excerpt from the novel known as “My name is Margret”
Margret made a somewhat costly decision in this excerpt. Breaking Mrs. Cullinan’s dishes purposely just to get a laugh seems like a unnecessarily risky move when in her situation she is practically powerless and can be harshly reprimanded at any point and time. In her situation I would take on the perspective of someone who’s more of a survivalist and not take any such risks. Especially when the people i live with and work for would never forget any flaw ive ever had made or any inconvenience i would ever cause them. However i cannot really blame her for making such a decision since she is very young and such reckless and spiteful decisions are common at a young age and can be learned from thanks to whatever consequences may happen afterward. I myself have made many decisions in my younger age that i have regretted as i’m sure all humans have. For instance once when i was fourteen i decided to be a pouty little adolescent and not wear my uniform to school. Went to Collegium Charter School in Exton Pa and it was a harsh requirement to wear a uniform on the daily. Something I hated since unless it was a gym day i was made to wear a tucked in Polo and khaki pants every day. Being restricted in such a way only gave me more of a desire to rebel against the social norms put for the in that school. Anyhow one hot summer basic day I was just plain fed up. I dressed in the normal uniform, even the tucked in polo that i hated so much, did all my normal hygiene behaviors and hopped on the bus to go to school. Now here’s the important part. My bus ride is an hor ride, i have no clue why since its never full but anyways I end up sleeping on the bus ninety percent of the time most of the ride. This time i did as well but instead of sleeping the whole way I redressed with the blue polo hoodie i brought from my home and the airy shorts probably made in some sad sweat shop in south asia. I was so happy. So relaxed. And getting off the bus with that anxious smile on my face only made things better. I was immediately yelled at and sent to the office to not do any work all day and sat there for a great many hours happy with the decision i had made.
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