In both texts that you read, the line between reality and imagination blurs—the narrator sees a woman in the wallpaper, while Dickinson’s speaker feels their own funeral happening in their mind. Have you ever had an experience where stress, fear, or emotions made something feel distorted or unreal? How did you ground yourself in reality again?
Prompt Response: I had 3 tests in one day that I did not study for. This was at Marist so the classes were very rigorous. The night before the world did not seem real. I kept staring off thinking in my head "Is this real?" I just cut off all distractions and locked in to come back into reality.
Summary: Today in class we read the poem "I Felt a Funeral in my Brain" by Emily Dickinson.
Reflection: Today in class we read the poem "I Felt a Funeral in my Brain" by Emily Dickinson. School today was boring. I have a lot of homework today so I am going to be busy.
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