She Turned Me Into A Newt!
October 26, 2011 § 6 Comments
Well. It was officially proven during sixth period today. I am not a witch.
((At least I hope that’s what was proven. I’m still a bit confused myself. I didn’t confess myself anyway.))
We’ve been setting up mock ‘Witch Trails’ in our social studies class to learn in-depth about the Salem Witch Trails all of their
splendid horrors. Our teacher, a short bald and overly energetic man who smiles more than the average human being, assigns us each a role of an actual person that testified at the real trials. I was one of the witch. Sarah Osborne to be exact.
Sarah Osborne was in a bit of pickle before the trails. She had a husband that hated her children, the Putnam’s trying to get after her for the land she collected in her first marriage, and to top it all of she was sick. Sick, sick, sick. Sick as a dog. And then, some 12-year-old girls that are guilty from listening to horror stories go around telling the town she was doing the worst deed imaginable to the Puritans. Devil Worship and Witch Craft.
Can’t say I don’t feel for the girl.
With that said, today when I testified I tried my best to make her out to be a stong lovable gal with all the essentials. Why wasn’t her husband there at the trails? Was it because he hated her? No! Of course not! It was because if anything were to happen to her, he would burst into tears with love and rip apart his own street cred. Why did people accuse her of being a witch in the first place? Because she was sick and mean? No! Who would say such a thing! it was because they were all jealous because she was so beautiful and trustworthy.
I think I stood up for her very well thankyouverymuch. And they didn’t kill me or corner me into confessing which was an accomplishment. They even cornered people that *weren’t* accused of witch craft into confessing. *waggling her finger* Those tricky magistrates.
But yes. I am a bit proud of myself today.