Two Different Alarm Clocks I awake each day in my middle-class white suburban home and look around the world with a detached attitude. Bombings in far corners of the globe, and biological warfare threaten humanity daily, yet I conduct myself as if the state of affairs outside of suburbia has no impact upon my world. I carry this aloof attitude with me to school everyday where now, once required to read Toni Morrison’s Beloved, …showed first 75 words of 1584 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1584 total…Sethe’s emancipation of Beloved still seems irrational, and Paul D’s loss of hope, despite his predicament, doesn’t seem completely reasonable. So I am left, snug in my bed, looking out the window at my neighborhood, holding a book written with a lifetime’s worth of struggle, of pain, and of love, and I am left untouched, unmoved, and just remember to set my alarm clock before I fall into a peaceful slumber.