Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Robert and Meredith

Tabitha Koblasz
Robert and Meredith
     Robert Cristal was a good man by anyone’s standards. He was tall and slender, he had brown hair that he spiked up a little in front, and he always smelled just a little bit like his favorite Calvin Klein cologne. He worked as a criminal defense lawyer, not because he liked arguing (quite the opposite in fact –he hated argument and/or conflict of any sorts.) Though it cost him money, Robert chose specifically to only represent the "criminals" he truly believed to be innocent, after all the whole reason he was even practiced law was to help people. That’s all he had ever wanted to do; that’s all he could ever remember doing. But despite Robert’s slim number of applicable clients, Robert was not in want. He was very successful and had way more money than he knew what to do with. This came in handy because with such, he never had a problem catching a girl. Keeping one however; was another story entirely. At the age of 26, Robert’s longest relationship had been 2 years ago and it had only lasted four weeks, two of which the girl had spent away visiting family –where she met Tony, whom she would later leave Robert for.
     One day, after one of his preliminary hearings, Robert went to the park to sit and think. He still wasn’t sure he wanted to represent his current client; something in his gut said that his client wasn’t as innocent as he had claimed himself to be. Robert wasn’t oblivious by habit, but when he got to thinking the way he was then, he was lucky to notice even a big green dumpster right in front of him (he learned to look for those after nearly breaking his nose walking into one.) Robert had no idea what was around him as he walked around, looking at the ground with every step, and being Robert, we not only walked into a person, he knocked her over and then followed his bulldozing by proceeding to fall on top of the woman. He got up, apologized profusely, and when finally she looked up, her nose was bleeding. "Great," Robert thought, "this is EXACTLY what today needs."
     "I’m so sorry miss, are you alright? Should I call a doctor? I swear if anything’s broken, or anything, I’ll be glad to cover the medical bills." He reached his hand out to help her up.
     "What the he-"
     Still on the wet ground, the woman turned and looked at the man responsible. His hand was awkwardly outstretched to help her up, and she was quite surprised to see the emaciated looking man was wearing a gold, diamond studded, Rolex watch on his skinny wrist. This perked her interest. Instead of biting his head off for being so unmindful, she switched tones.
     "Oh no, no, no. Please, that won’t be necessary. I don’t think it’s broken, it just hurts. I just need a napkin or tissue or something."
     "There’s a coffee shop right over there, they should have some. My name is Robert."
     "Meredith."
     The two walked to the shop, and on the way, Robert began to inspect the girl whom he’d just ran over. Meredith was tall and skinny with long legs, she had a short blonde bob, and had a golden tone to her skin that suggested she was naturally fair toned, but she had spent a good amount of time in the sun recently. Over all, very good looking; by his experience, the type of girl who would dump him in a week.
     They got to the shop, and immediately the scent of coffee grinds and steamed milk hit them. Meredith started coughing, and excused herself to the restroom. Robert went up to the counter and purchased to cups of the rich dark coffee, he then took them to a table where he sat and waited for Meredith. Somewhere deep down, he knew that despite what she had said, this collision was going to cost him.
     In the bathroom, Meredith got her nose to finish bleeding rather quickly. "Good," she thought, she had important things to do and she couldn’t stay in the bathroom all day. "He was pretty good looking, and judging by the Rolex and the professionally tailed Armani suit, he has good money too." Meredith unbuttoned her shirt a little, and fixed her skirt. She fixed her hair and makeup, making sure her nose still showed a little that it hit had been hit, and applied a new coat of lipstick. After about 5 minutes, she returned from the bathroom and found Robert at a table.
     Robert handed her one of the cups of coffee he had bought and pulled out a chair as invitation for her to sit. Once she had he sat down across from her.
     "How is it? Should I call a doctor? I know a very good one personally, he’d be happy to come out and -"
     "It’s fine, don’t be silly. What were you doing that you were walking so aggressively?"
     "I was thinking." Robert’s face started to flush.
     "Rough day?"
     "Not as rough as yours is now. Are you sure you’re alright? I feel terrible."
     Meredith reached across the table and expertly placed her perfectly manicured hand on his. "Robert. It is Robert, right?" He shook his head yes and she proceeded. "Robert, I’m fine, really. Look for yourself, it’s done bleeding and there isn’t even any swelling." Then she smiled, thinking how easy this was, and continued.
"So what made your day so terrible?"
     The two continued talking for some time, until the shop started to close and they were kicked out. While walking back through the park to their cars, the two exchanged contact information and agreed to meet up again sometime soon.
     They started seeing each other regularly, and about two weeks after they started dating, Meredith convinced Robert to take her to meet the family. When they got to his house, Meredith knew immediately that Robert was the one she had always wanted to marry: his lived in a mansion and everything about the estate screamed money.
     The two walked up to the home and Robert’s mother came out and greeted them.
     "Oh you must be Meredith! Robert’s told me so much about you."
    "That’s me I’m afraid. Unless what Robert has said is bad, in which case, my name is Sarah."
     Robert took his arm off Meredith’s waist and hugged his mother.
     "Hey mom. How have you been?"
     They all went inside and the mother offered some to make tea when they sat down in the living room, inviting Meredith to come help her make it.
     The two left for the kitchen and once the door closed, the mother turned, looked Meredith straight in the eye, and said "I know why you’re here, and I don’t approve. You’ll not have a penny of his money so long as I’m alive, so you might as well find another man."
     Meredith had handled this conversation many, many times before. Robert’s mother was nowhere near something she couldn’t handle and quite frankly, having been around this block so many times, she didn’t even see a reason to try and hide her intentions.
     "Your son is exactly the type of man I’ve always planned to marry, and I will do so regardless of what you do, mother. Get used to me being around, because I’m NOT going anywhere sweetheart. I’ve got your son wrapped around my finger, and soon enough I’ll have his money wrapped up in my wallet."
With that, the tea sounded and Meredith walked back to the living room, sitting down by Robert and wrapping her arm through his.
     When the mother entered the room again with the tea pot and cups on a tray, she handed them out and started to pour tea into hers and Robert’s cups, and then when she went to pour some into the cup she’d handed Meredith, she missed and poured the tea straight into Meredith’s lap.
     Meredith screamed and jumped, and Robert jumped to help her. He said there would be spare clothes in one of the bed rooms and he took her hand to lead her there while the mother flowered Meredith with false apologies.
     Over the next couple weeks, the bantering continued while Robert remained completely blinded to everything going on.
     One day, Meredith called Robert’s mother and told her she had planned a cruise for everyone for a month from then, and gave her instructions to meet her at the dock and sent her the cruise information. Meredith then called Robert and told him the same news, but Robert told Meredith that he simply couldn’t because he would be out of town on a business call that week.
     "Silly me, I totally forgot. I’m sorry, well, how about I stay behind and watch your cat and we’ll let your mother go. No sense in wasting all the tickets."
Robert said it was a great idea, and said he was happy that the two of them were getting along so well.
     A month later, the mother and Meredith meet at the docks in front of the ship. The mother starts looking around, and notices Robert isn’t there. She looks at Meredith, without any suit cases, and tries to run. Meredith then punches the mother in the face, knocking her out, and takes her to one of the janitor’s closets and locks the unconscious mother in it.
     Meredith then leaves the ship, pulls her cell phone from her bag, and dials a number and say into the phone, "Give it about 100 yards from the dock." She then hangs up and puts the phone away.
     Ten minutes later, the boat starts to depart, when suddenly not long after leaving port, the boat is hit by a torpedo and explodes in a fiery blast. There would be no survivors with this one.
Meredith smiles. She then pulls out her phone, calls Robert and starts crying hysterically. She explains that the boat was attacked, and in between sobs, apologizes, explaining that she doesn’t see a way for anyone to have survived the "unexpected attack."
     A couple hours after the funeral, Meredith begins to walk away from Robert’s house to her car which is parked about a block away due to all the other guests. Almost to her car, Meredith notices Robert’s grandma nearby and stops to talk to her.
     "I’m so sorry about what happened -"
     "Shut up fiend. I know everything, what you’re doing to Robert, what you did to my daughter. But there’s a difference between my daughter and I. My daughter didn’t believe in conflict, she did everything she could to break your little affair up without telling Robert, to save him. But I’m not as subtle. He deserves to know how horrible you are; how this was all a game for you right from day one. It all ends today."
Meredith knew exactly what Grandma was saying, and there was no way she was going to let some old woman stand in her way.
     "I killed your daughter. What makes you think I’ll let you get by?"
     "I don’t."
     With that, Grandma kicked Meredith to the ground and jumped back. Meredith immediately got up and ran towards Grandma, aiming to tackle her to the ground and get a couple good punches in on the witch. Grandma easily side stepped, then tripped Meredith in mid-step. Meredith grabbed Grandma on the way down and the two of them started rolling around in the grass. Grandma broke free and ran to the nearest car. Meredith saw what she was doing and immediately did the same. With Grandma in a car she’d broken into and now stolen, and Meredith in her own, the two raced off down the road and Grandma pulled up by Meredith, pulled a gun out of her dress and started shooting across the car. Upon the bullet’s impact with her window, Meredith grabbed her own gun and started shooting back. They continued for about 6 blocks when the two started to ram each other’s cars. Grandma hit the tail end of Meredith’s car, causing it to spin, almost hitting a telephone pole. The twist; however, positioned Meredith’s car perfectly perpendicular to Grandma’s and Meredith gunned the gas. Meredith hit Grandma’s car in a perfect T-bone and Grandma’s car flipped.
Once Grandma’s car stopped rolling, Grandma jumped out just before it went up in flames. But then, as Grandma was backing away from the inferno, Meredith turned around, gunned the gas again, and ran Grandma over, killing her instantly.
     Realizing that despite the lack of witnesses, Meredith was clearly at blame, Meredith quickly ran over to the flames, and allowed her arm to get burnt and set things up so as to have her positioned on the same side as Grandma. After Meredith made everything look like there was a man who had done all this and then run off, she limped off to the house, told them that the Grandma and her had just been attacked, and then she collapsed to the floor, seemingly having fainted.
     After weeks of talking to the police, and Robert defending Meredith in court, Meredith was declared innocent and Robert proposed to Meredith. The wedding was a small ceremony, only a couple friends and Meredith’s parents. Afterwards, the newly wedded, hopped on a private jet and set off to honeymoon in the tropic islands of Hawaii. The two went straight to their hotel and while Robert laid down on the bed, Meredith began unpacking their bags and putting them in the drawers, where she grabbed the knife so everything would end with her happily ever after.

Beowulf and the City

Tabitha Koblasz

Nikki Morrel

English IV

December 17, 2010

Analyzing Anglo-Saxon Loyalty through Script

     The Anglo-Saxons were known for their savage behaviors, and of their many pillages.
However, what is often overlooked is the fact that while they were very aggressive, and fighters
by nature, they had very firm belief systems as well. They were very religious, and very loyal to
each other. The writings in The Book of Exeter, Beowulf, as well as The Seafarer demonstrate
the importance and prevalence of loyalty found throughout Anglo-Saxon culture.
     The Anglo-Saxons had a deeply rooted loyalty to their Gods and faith. All throughout
the few remaining texts, they explain everything to be happening by God’s hand, as subsequent
of the people’s actions. In Beowulf, Hrothgar firmly believed the great rulers of the past kept
being killed because they veered from God’s will. He went into great length to warn Beowulf to
always be mindful of God, just as is done in The Seafarer at the end where it is talking about
avoiding pride, etc, and where it says ‘Death leaps at the fools who forget their God.”
     Loyalty was also shown in the relationships of the people. Many texts talk of devote
love between couples and friends. The loyalty in relationships to each other is best shown
through The Wife’s Lament and The Husband’s Message where in both, the narrators are found
lamenting not being with one another. The Wife’s Lament focuses on a woman whose husband
disappeared to the sea. The poem begins talking about how she sings “the song of sorrow
unceasing,” and continues to explain how the husband’s kinsmen plotted to tear them apart, and
since succeeding, she “weep[s] in affliction and woe.” The Husband’s Message talks about
sending word of the husband’s love to her and about the “pledges … shared.” We find loyalty
among friends through the funeral rites, such as the one described in Beowulf, for Beowulf, and
the others who dies, where they held massive processions in their honor. Furthermore, we find
loyalty to each other in the many poems in the Book of Exeter, recording the deaths of lost
friends (especially from battle.)
     As mentioned, in Beowulf upon Beowulf’s death, the whole of the kingdom’s people
set to holding a massive funeral in his honor. This is because more than to each other, the Anglo-
Saxons held a strong loyalty and devotion to their kings. This is exemplified through the
contribution of Wiglaf in Beowulf. In Beowulf, Beowulf is fighting a dragon that has been
terrorizing the land, when Wiglaf hears the king cry out in agony. His fellow warriors flee the
area, yet Wiglaf runs to the aid of his king, despite orders not to do so, risking his life to save his
honored leader.
     Anglo-Saxons were definitely prone to war, but it stems from their loyalty to their
kings. Through the texts in Beowulf, the Seafarer, and the poems in the Book of Exeter, we find
many examples proving how above anything else, loyalty was the most important aspect of the
Anglo-Saxons’ lives.

Friday, December 17, 2010

I am Tabby. I Keep it Fun; I Keep Devout; and Most Importantly: I Keep Busy.

To anyone who may ever find themselves reading this,
My name is Tabitha Lynn Clugston-Koblasz, though most just call me "Tabby." Being as this is my first ever blog post, it will be directed for the sole purpose of telling those of you who wish to know, a little about myself. Please bear with me, as said, this is my first post, and while I have recently gained quite a "healthy sense of self" (thank you Professor Randy Pausch for this lovely phrase), as well as a love for speech, I do not enjoy, nor am I particularly good at, having to tell people about myself. Note: any names have been changed. I may be opening my life to the world, but it’s still my life, and like any normal human being, I like my privacy, as do they.
I suppose the easiest way to start this would be to answer the two most basic questions about self:
Who: See above for the only way in which I know how to answer this question.
What: Still a work in progress, so in the mean time, I'll leave this for you to decide. Please be kind.
At this point in life, I am a senior in high school, headed off to Florida State University next year for college. I am editor-in-chief of the school's yearbook staff (along with my long-standing best-friend “Miss. Fiesty”), as well as one of the captains for both the debate (I’m always ready for a good debate), and girls’ Varsity Soccer teams (despite my girly demeanor, I’m very competitive, and very physical.) I have been in yearbook and debate for four years now, and have been playing soccer for five (I recently found out I have a reputation among the referees as the “infamous slide-tackler.”) I’m currently “training” for a marathon. As you can imagine, this all takes up the majority of my time, -except for the marathon training, somehow that has not been very time consuming.
The next part major part of my life is devoted to “Sunshine Puppy,” another long-time friend, who has recently (a month and a half ago) has become Boyfriend. Boyfriend and I are a really cute couple, and he holds a big part of my life right now, and while our affairs rarely end without mishap, we ALWAYS have a good time together, and we never let a moment pass.
About the tangent: the relationship with Boyfriend is kind of a new thing for me, I don’t usually get hung up in my romantic relations. I have ended every previous one, and none have lasted long. I tell you this, because it is demonstrates one of my biggest traits: I take most things, especially any and all relationships(including friendships etc. in this) very seriously. I’m not an overly serious person, I like to keep things fun, and just a little bit quirky, but I am very devout.
That’s kind of how I live my life: fully. I have a big family, many friends, and a lot to do. You’ll learn more about me as I post. I'm very much considering making this a habit.