In my first class in English 102 the teacher gives us a postcard with a picture of a woman in confessional booth and asks us to write about it. In the begging I did not know what to write. I felt that I not supoust to looked it. But then I saw that she has an engagement ring. And that what grab me to make me interested in that woman. I start to imagine what could be her confession. She was young and same kind of beautiful. Than I sow what she were. Even I am not catholic I have friends Catholics and they do not dress that way for a church. So may be this is not catholic. My religion is orthodox, and we do not have confessional boots. I could never know what her confession was, but I look her cloths pose. I start to thing- May be the woman is just posing. Face it haw many people you know that go into confessional booth to take a picture of people. None! Not if you are normal.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Inqury into confession
In my first class in English 102 the teacher gives us a postcard with a picture of a woman in confessional booth and asks us to write about it. In the begging I did not know what to write. I felt that I not supoust to looked it. But then I saw that she has an engagement ring. And that what grab me to make me interested in that woman. I start to imagine what could be her confession. She was young and same kind of beautiful. Than I sow what she were. Even I am not catholic I have friends Catholics and they do not dress that way for a church. So may be this is not catholic. My religion is orthodox, and we do not have confessional boots. I could never know what her confession was, but I look her cloths pose. I start to thing- May be the woman is just posing. Face it haw many people you know that go into confessional booth to take a picture of people. None! Not if you are normal.
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