Things Fall Apart Chapter 7

Chapter 7 of Things Fall Apart focuses on Okonkwo's son, Nwoye. Okonkwo was worried that Nwoye was lazy and following in his own father's footsteps. However, Ikemefuna has been a role model to Nwoye over the past three years, which has transformed Nwoye into a more masculine, hardworking person. This pleases Okonkwo. When the Oracle says that Ikemefuna must be killed, Okonkwo joins in on his murder, despite being advised not to since Ikemefuna calls Okonkwo “father.” Okonkwo does this because he does not want to seem weak. When Nwoye cries over Ikemefuna’s death, Okonkwo beats him.

Will Okonkwo’s actions affect Nwoye’s transformation to “manhood”? Since Nwoye is now scared of Okonkwo, will he follow his father’s footsteps or will he try to be different than him, just as Okonkwo wanted to be different from his own father?

One Day In The Life of Charlotte Sinclair

I’m lying awake in bed before my alarm every goes off, just waiting. I don’t want to get out of bed. I just want to sleep but I can’t. Once my alarm- PYT by Michael Jackson- does go off my heart races. Even though I’ve been awake for a good forty minutes, I am still not prepared for the break of silence. Once I finally get the energy to get out of bed, I walk to my closet. Dress? Jeans? Sweatshirt? Long or short sleeve? I choose jeans and a Dave Matthews concert t-shirt. I jump in a quick shower to wake myself up, blow-dry my hair and eat breakfast. Pancakes with syrup and bacon. I take my time, hoping that some miracle will occur and I will not have to go to school today. The miracle never comes.

Seven-thirty. I rush out of my house blasting Dave Matthews through my car. “Dancing Nannies” is a great beginning to the day. I arrive at school just on time, three minutes to walk to class. I go to statistics first; math is not my subject. I try to listen but often zone out, thankful when the bell rings signaling that the class is over. My next class I enjoy: photography. Watching the image magically appear when the paper is placed in the developer is one of my favorite things. I love seeing my photos come to life. Next is morning meeting, a series of announcements that often string together as one. Often times there are some that generate laughter from the entire student body. From there I head home. Often times I relax and watch tv; sometimes I blast music through my house and just lie on my bed getting lost in the sound.

Once its time to return to school for afternoon classes, I hurry back so I’m not late. The afternoon classes go by quickly; class discussions, power points and note taking. At the end of the day I return back home. I slowly do my homework while texting, listening to music and talking to my family. I multitask pretty much the whole time which makes homework take even longer but I don’t care. I eat dinner with my family and talk about my day. Then I return to my room, and putz around before getting in bed and slowly fall asleep.