Dickinson uses the metaphor of a funeral to describe her inner struggles. What metaphor would you use to describe your own mind?
I’d probably describe my own mind as a busy jazz band rehearsal . Sometimes everything locks in and makes sense, with harmonies and rhythms flowing together. Other times, it’s chaotic like sections talking over each other, ideas competing for attention, and the tempo rushing ahead. But even in all the chaos, there’s energy, creativity, and moments when everything suddenly comes together. Summary: We did 3 commonlits in class Reflection: I should have used my time better instead of being off task