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For I have learned the secret of being content wherever I am. “Calico Captive” is a novel that takes place during the French and Indian War, and a girl that did not know the secret of being content. Unwillingly, she would live at a fort called “Number Four,” longing to see a boy she loved. Next, she was captured and taken on a long journey to an Indian village and although she was extremely safe, the girl that could never be satisfied was still restless. Finally, she was taken to Canada, where she was not worked very hard and made friends, but if you were wondering- no, she was still hot content. This girl’s name was Miriam Willard. She was a beautiful girl with hair like fire, but no matter what happened, she was never content. In the beginning, Miriam is at a party dancing with a stunning boy named Phinneus Whitney, who was very kind and loving. …show more content…
Their names were Silvanes, Susanna Jr., and little Polly, who was quiet as a mouse. Also held captive, was the baby that Miriam’s sister had in her belly. Enduring the heat, aching pains, and an annoying Indian boy named, Mehkoa, Miriam was less content than even her sister, who was about to be in labor! Finally, it was time for Susanna’s baby to come, but the only person who could help her was Miriam. She did not want to. But reluctantly, she did. Susanna gave birth to a healthy baby named, “Captive.” The Indians took Miriam’s family to the gauntlet, which is where you are beaten as you ru through two lines of indians, one on each side, similar to the seven mile spanking machine on “Sponge Bob.” Thankfully, no one was hurt and Miriam’s family was split up and entered into Indian homes. But Miriam was still not content. So the Indians sent the prisoners to Canada, where they were all further separated. Susanna, Captive, and Sylvanus stayed at the Indian
On their way to the village they are stopped by Nazi soldiers who says they must come with them to be relocated. Hannah is the only one who knows what is actually about to happen. She tries to explain why they must not go with the soldiers but the adults explain that they have no choice. They are loaded in trucks and drove off to a train station where they are gathered into cars with barely any room to breathe. The ride on the train lasts for days and several children and infants do not live
One day, Alicia was informed that her brother had been hanged. After Zachary’s death, Alicia was befriended by a woman named Bella. She met many good friends in the ghetto, including a future friend as well as savior, Milek. Months later, Alicia and several other people were rounded up and sent to a prison in Chortkov. Here the conditions were very poor.
Women haven’t always had the freedom that they have today. Women were abused physically, emotionally, and psychologically. Although women were perceived to act and present themselves in a certain way, some young women went against the cult of the true woman hood not only to be different, but to escape he physical, emotional, and psychological abuse that they will or have encountered. The containment they felts they overcame or made better for themselves. In novels, The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Path and Lucy, by Jamaica Kincaid both young women portrayed their stories, lives, and culture in many different ways, but with some of the same themes.
The cycle began with the Sethe’s unnamed mother, who was the first generation of slave in the family. As a result of being a field slave, she was unable to breast feed her daughter, leaving the responsibility of to Nan who also “had to nurse white babies” who “got it first” leaving Sethe with “no nursing milk to call [her] own” (236). Her mother remains nameless because it was in the mother language which Sethe did not take part in as she was born, on a boat, into slavery. It was because Sethe knew “what it is to be without milk that belongs to you” and having to “fight and holler for it, and to have so little left” that she makes an extra effort to “get that milk to her baby girl.” (97) It was after Schoolteacher’s nephews milked her that there was not enough milk left from Nan’s sparse feedings for Sethe to accommodate her children.
In the middle of the night, four white men storm into a cabin in the woods while four others wait outside. The cabin belongs to Alice and her mom. The four men pull out Alice’s father along with her mom, both are naked. Alice manages to scramble away. The men question Alice’s father about a pass, which allows him to visit his wife. Her father tries to explain the men about the loss of the pass but the men do not pay any attention to him. Instead they tie him to a tree and one of the white man starts to whip him for visiting his wife without the permission of Tom Weylin, the “owner” of Alice’s father. Tom Weylin forbid him to see his wife, he ordered him to choose a new wife at the plantation, so he could own their children. Since Alice’s mother is a free woman, her babies would be free as well and would be save from slavery. But her freedom “status” does not stop one of the patroller to punch her in the face and cause her to collapse to the ground.
The next girl introduced into the story is Wain’s Wain. Enn encounters her in the conservatory although he is awkward and shy, “me sitting at the table wrapped in awareness and shyness” (Gaiman 231) he ask her what her name was. “Wain’s Wain, she said, or something that sounded like it.” (Gaiman 231).
Captivity narratives are considered a literary genre that tells the stories of those held captive by an enemy. Some of these narratives are recounting others captivity stories while some write the stories themselves. The captivity narrative genre can be seen throughout history from biblical text to European history. The American captivity narrative seems to first occur among the colonist and American Indians. Anderson describes the role of women in captivity narratives: "Traditional women 's captivity narratives often evoke the double threat of both removal from women 's normative, cultural space as well as the captor 's seizure, both as a snatching away and a possible ending to virtuous behavior"(432). With the American Indians being viewed by much of the colonist as
. I applied to graduate school with the long term goal of working in a correctional facility. A childhood friend of mine was arrested and sent to prison in August 2007. I saw him four years after his incarceration. These four years definitely took a toll on his physical appearance and his way of thinking. He is 25 and has the looks of a young person whose youth has been wasted. As I sat with him, I had high hopes of being able to laugh out loud while reminiscing about the past. However, I became upset and tears of sadness trickled down my face. He confided to me thoughts of suicide. He explained to me in prison terminology or street talk, one must never drop the soap. I sobbed as he continued to talk about his sentence. At times, his words
“She was his forever, too- imperfect as she was. Take it or leave it, she thought. She was who she was” (Sparks 326). I choose this excerpt from the novel to portray a very beautiful moral of the story: that self-acceptance is challenging to come to terms with and should be celebrated when seen, especially in women. The Lucky One follows U.S. Marine Logan Thibault on his journey cross-country to thank a woman whose photograph appears to have saved him in several life-or-death situations in Iraq. Elizabeth is a divorced mother from North Carolina with a young son, and as they start to get close, Logan keeps the circumstances of his arrival a secret from everyone, including Elizabeth and her family. In the coming paragraphs I will be predicting
Lights flashing, the booming bass of the subwoofer, a fiesta with crowds of people, all enjoying their time gleefully in their festivities and music. All I was thinking was getting out soon and not afterwards. My mother nags me, "You need to get out more and make friends." Thinking in my head, I called back, "They way I see it, I do not need or want more friends who don’t care about me, and outside confrontation is not my forte nor do I seek to explore it." Comfortably fine and staying in my solitude exploring and learning for enjoyment. If others happen to partake in a common interest and talking flows naturally then I shall decide the following steps.
Me, Donna, my daughter, Gina, and her friend, Jenny got stranded in the middle of one of the most dangerous places in the world. There was nothing even remotely green, the place was a desert, and it had an area of 3 million acres. We were going to drive to a landmark but we must have taken a wrong turn once we hit the mountains, I tried the GPS but that got us more lost. Then our supplies including gas ran out and we have been walking ever since.
I sat in my friend's Oldsmobile with her three year old in the car seat resting in the back, as we traveled down the street towards my former residence behind the city park. My friend, Sarah, now a MOM, was eager to show me the transformation to the front of my old home. She kept saying, that I would never believe it as we approached the house, I could only see bareness. All of the bushes, flowers, and gardens that surrounded the house were removed. The windows appeared naked without curtains or blinds to dress them. Disappointment and disgust ran through my veins as I thought about the care and attention my mother had given to our home only to be stripped of it all by the new occupants. What a bad sale my parents had made!
The focus of my folio for his year was to capture a sense of wonder and curiosity. During unit 3 I began by exploring different mediums to get a feel for the different attributes they bring to a piece. However, I found that though how art was completed is important, the what is more significant. I wanted to tell some sort of story, either one of my own or one that had significantly impacted my life in some form, particularly through childhood. I also aimed to emphasise contrast and symbolism with a touch of dark context. These aspirations for what I visioned at the beginning played a large role in helping me decide what story and emotion I wanted to tell.
Hi, I am Ryan. I am 12 years old, the oldest child in my family. I live on the east coast in Chatham, NJ. I’ve never been to the west coast, but my family and I planned this amazing road trip through Big Sur, California, and I am very excited! I love nature, and from what I’ve heard from friends, Big Sur tops the list when it comes to the scenery and natural beauty. There is almost no technology distraction because Big Sur is in the middle of nowhere. I look forward to disconnecting from technology, and spending quality time with my family. One downside is that I am afraid of heights, so I am not entirely sure how driving next to a cliff for hours is actually gonna go. Looking forward to the best driving experience of my life. I just hope I won’t get motion sickness.