American Romanticism

The reason i picked this picture because it made me think about what is going on. It made me think what if i was in this picture, what would i be doing at the moment. I pretended that i was in Heaven in this picture and i could of wrote a hole story. Thats how i know it is a good romanticism picture. It also relates to romanticism because it looks imaginative which is basically what romanticism is, just pretend you on the scene, what would you be doing, and what all could you be doing or what all could be done. It takes alot of thinking.

American Romanticism Project



1. This story about Rip was crazy. Rip fell asleep for 20 something years. I think that was so pretty funny. He fell asleep by mistake basically because he’d gotten intoxicated with the fellows from the other villages because he thought they had needed help, but really they didn’t, so when they started drinking they asked Rip Van Wrinkle did he mind.
When he woke up, he found himself on a green knoll. He woke up looking for his gun but he only found a firelock lying beside him. He was thinking that the grave roysterers took him out, or stole his goods and last but not least the dog was gone too.
2. I think that this was romantic a little bit. Thinking about what it would be like. It is easily expressing. His wife was a great lady. She did whatever he asked. They both were happy together they never were sad or mad at each other. He said she was a good wife. It can be emotionless if you put it as an imagination. Like expressing ones heart but not on purpose.
3. This poem is emotional. It can express your feelings sort of like romanticism. It can lead you to a long imagination like a fantasy story or something. And then it is descriptive too. It’s also descriptive, it is really exciting and interesting to read because of the style. It makes you think, just like a romanticism. If you have a good imagination these stories could relate to you very well.
4. The point of this poem is that he is basically showing the reader a way of using his imagination. I don’t know if he is bored or he is just like being imaginative. I guess when you do that, time flies. It makes your occupation easier or whatever.
None really stood out. I think they all were pretty interesting but none really stood out. They all basically express the same thing. They are imaginative to me, especially if you like using your imagination. When using your imagination about ropes while working can make it easier for you and others, but at the same time you’re getting the job done.
It’s a good example of Romanticism because the employee is using his imagination to the max. He is really putting your mind into a whole another place. It’s a noun, a person, place or thing.
When you compare this poem and romanticism, you can get a lot if things in common. They both are imaginative, they both make you think. Then they also both can be easy to express your way of seeing something.
When you are romanticism you can say it’s fake, not really fake but sort of like pretending. Something that’ not impossible, but hasn’t happened yet.
5. When I look at this picture, it makes me think about what all could be going on. It makes me think, what if I was just stuck right in the middle of the picture with nothing to eat or drink. But then, it looks like heaven. It makes you use your imagination. You can’t read this story and get it without using at least a little bit of your imagination.

Writing 2 (Descriptive Writing)

I’m walking downtown staring at all the big buildings. I could hear the wind howling as if a baby was whistling. I looked back, as I could smell the good Gyro wraps from Gyro, around the corner. It felt like I haven’t ate in five days because my stomach couldn’t stand to the smell of the great food. I started to get something to eat but forgot I was catching the bus home.
I turned the corner and saw so many people walking just like me. When I got to the Athens Transit I spotted one of my friends. He and I sat and talked for a little while before all the buses got back. When they arrived, he told me he was about to go get something to eat and he asked me if I wanted to go. I told him no, because my ride was not going to wait on me. I told him that I would catch up with him sometime later. I walked down the sidewalk towards the bus I was riding and I hear someone say "Danny"! I looked back surprised that I heard my name, and saw one of my good friends. It was a female that I haven’t seen in years and I knew her since I could remember. Her and I sat down and had a good long talk about whats been going on with each other and how each of us was doing since we haven’t seen each other in a long time. She was on her way to work before I stopped her. Finally she gave me her number, and told me to call her sometimes because she had to go. I really didn’t want to accept it because she used to go with my best friend. But I did
I was sitting here thinking on this one slow bus that happens to be mine. Everybody else’s bus is here but mine. The city sounds so busy even though it is so small. So many cars horn blowing, cars turning, radio’s playing,….its just Athens. As I was thinking to myself, how did Athens population get so big and busy, how did Athens get like this? It’s all because of the UGA I think.
As I began to lean up, I finally saw and heard my bus, I heard someone say stop him. I looked up and saw a man running down the street with a pocketbook in his hand. I’m sitting here thinking, should I be the one to save her day or should I be the follower like everybody else. I finally thought about what was really going on, and what kind of person I was. I mean look at the little lady, she looks like she bothers nobody, and she seems like she might be quiet and peaceful. I finally looked back and saw the police had him on the ground.
I didn’t know how they got him, but they had him possession. They had his arms all bent up, folding in a way that I know was hurting. I was thinking, what if I would’ve tripped him up, or tackled him? I would’ve been a good citizen. I Probably would’ve got an award, it was too late for that. I looked over on the ground and see the red pocketbook that the crook had tried to snatch from the old lady. I thought about walking over to pick it up and hand it to the little old lady but the police probably would’ve thought I was trying to steal it, so I said forget about it. I looked back because I forgot all about my bus, I proceed towards the bus and hoped on and began my journey home.