Well, more of a virtual door. You’d be hard-pressed to find a real door on the internet. But anyways.
The Scarlet Letter began by introducing a door to symbolize the beginning of the story. And this is the beginning of my blog. So imagine yourself opening a broad mahogany door into the rich and magical world of my thoughts. Not a depressing gray one adorned with spikes, like the door from the novel. Inside this door is the meaning of the letter I. The way I visualize it, I is the root for most of my problems. I’m not even sure I believe in sin (besides murder, etc), so this letter represents what I see as my greatest personality/character weakness.
Though I sincerely doubt that someone will read this who is not in my English class or is a parent/friend, I will describe this project just in case. My English class is reading The Scarlet Letter, and our teacher has created a social project to go along with it. Each person in our class has to determine our greatest sin or weakness, and create a letter that represents it. We have to wear it to school everyday and record our reactions in our own blogs. I have chosen the letter I. I simply drew a blue bubble letter on a white square of paper. Instant masterpiece, I know.
Today was our first day. The goal of this project was to make us more aware about this weakness and see people’s reactions. I think we were supposed to be ashamed, in a way. If I were Hester, I would be deeply ashamed if everyone knew upon looking at me that I was an adulterer. But I am simply enjoying it so far. I like seeing people confused as to what my letter might represent, and seeing how well they know me if their guesses are close. Maybe this means I didn’t choose the right weakness.
If I’ve learned anything so far, it would probably be that my mahogany door wouldn’t actually be made of wood. It is more transparent than I had thought. During lunch, my friend already guessed what my I represents. Our conversation went a little something like this:
“So, what does it mean?”
“Pff, I’m not telling you. If you want to know, guess.”
Right here she thought a little bit and then returned with “insubordinate.”
“Insubordinate? That’s a weakness?”
She looked at me.
I continued, “I think it’s healthy to question authority sometimes.”
She nodded, giving me that. “Yeah, you do have a point.”
I leaned back against the seat, crossed my arms, and looked at her in a way that I think was challenging. “How well do you know me?”
She considered me for a moment here, and then guessed correctly.
I was a little amazed that it was so easy for her. I didn’t think she knew me that well. Or perhaps I am just that easy to figure out. I’ve learned from others that I am apparently very easy to read; my emotions are written all over my face. This doesn’t make me thrilled, but there isn’t a whole lot I can do. Who can go against their natural instinct to display emotions?
I am not anticipating that anyone else will guess what my letter means. And I am not planning on telling anyone. I am simply wondering whether I will get anything out of this project after the initial “this is new.” So, welcome to my blog. Maybe we can discover together what this door really looks like.