Winter was Diana’s favorite season. She thoroughly enjoyed wrapping her body in layers and playing around in the snow. It also helped that winter marked the time for Christmas, which just happened to be her favorite holiday as well and since this was going to be the last Christmas they shared together in the apartment, she wanted it to be special. Diana had spent the whole day decorating the apartment with Christmas lights and festive decorations. This year the theme was “Hufflepuff” in honor of Christina being sorted into that house on Pottermore. The year before was “Ravenclaw” for Elias and the year before that was Diana’s “Slytherin.” They took their houses very seriously, but despite it being Christina’s year, she wasn’t in the Christmas
mood. Instead she sat lazily on the couch with Elias, watching Diana scamper around hanging every gold and black item she could find. “I hate it.” Elias whispered to Christina. He was referring to the fact that he had wanted to hang up an Iron-Man ornament he had bought, but Diana refused to go off theme, placing an ornament that resembled a badger instead. “You should have gotten it when it was Marvel themed.” Elias hated Diana’s dictatorship over the holiday. They memory of her attacking him for handing them their gifts still in the store's bag along with a stolen keychain was still etched into his brain. She didn’t speak to him for days after that. It’s safe to say that his gifts for the girls are now nicely wrapped under the tree. “At least next year you’ll be the only one dealing with her.” Christina stared at her friend. She knew she should tell them about her not getting her internship, but she was still clinging on to the hope that something would come through. “Do I hear complaining about my Christmas?” Diana yelled from her bedroom. “Elias thinks the tree looks stupid!” Christina yelled. Elias snapped his head towards Christina, giving her a cold stare. She flashed him an innocent smile as their apartment began to fill with Diana’s yells.
Now I wished that I could pen a letter to my school to be read at the opening assembly that would tell them how wrong we had all been. You should see Zachary Taylor, I’d say.” Lily is realizing now that beauty comes in all colors. She is also again being exposed to the fact that her way of being raised was wrong, that years and years of history was false. “The whole time we worked, I marveled at how mixed up people got when it came to love.
Tan includes a direct quote from her mother in paragraph six of the reading, and she does not shorten it for an important reason. Tan decides to keep the entire quote instead of paraphrasing to add an effect that a reader can only understand with the full quote. It shows that even though some people speak the language of English it is hard for others to understand based on the person’s full understanding and comprehension of the language. In Tan’s case she is used to the way her mother speaks and uses the language, but to others it is almost impossible to understand. If it were not for Tan summarizing what the quote meant before putting it in the text, few readers would have understood what the mother was trying to convey with her use of the language. Tan’s strategy in including this direct quotation is to show that language differs from person to person even if they all speak the same language. She is implying that the whole world could speak English; however, it would not be the same type of English because of how everyone learns and how others around
okay.” The fact that the day was her birthday really makes it worse because who would want to spend their day being yelled at by their teacher and being humiliated in front of the class for something they were right about the whole time. It’s quite sad really and you wonder why the teacher didn’t believe her, like I’m pretty sure she know’s if that was her sweater or not and it makes you have sympathy for Rachel and all the things she is going through on her birthday.
“Justice cannot be for one side alone, but must be for both” (Roosevelt). The goal of America’s legal system as we know it is that everyone is given an equal opportunity to stick up for what they may or may not have done, as described by former first lady Eleanor Roosevelt. Also this is what officials strive for, it is not always the case. Facts can be skewed, distorted, or misrepresented to make one side seem to be guilty without a doubt and to make the other side seem as if they have done nothing wrong. The Crucible by Arthur Miller begins and ends with one-sided accusations of witchcraft. It all results from a group of girls who had been dancing in the woods. After two fall sick, the accusations begin. The girls who were dancing, especially Abigail Williams begin blaming others to look less guilty themselves. Accusations are flying left and right so that soon, hundreds are in jail and over a dozen are executed. Abby’s main goal is to get rid of Elizabeth Proctor, so she can be with John Proctor, a man she previously had an affair with. However, John is not interested in Abby and his
Witch hunts” constantly reoccur throughout history - in 1600s, 1953 and in 2014. Good morning, fellow directors. Today, I want to demonstrate that “the crucible” by Arthur Miller in 1953 is not just a play for 1953, but a play that relates to any period of time, notably to our modern society. The crucible is an allegory of 1953 McCarthyism and social chaos of the time. Today’s government manipulated the truth creates the fear of “outlawed bikies gangs” similar to 1692 theocratic government creates fear of witches and McCarthy’s communist terror. Unfortunately, the truth is never clear cut, but skewed, twisted and sculpted lies that shockingly benefit a small governing body and its ideologies. Therefore, ‘The Crucible’ is a worthwhile play to be shown in Queensland Theatre as it reminds us of an invaluable lesson and could prevent the same foolish action reoccurring on future generations. The play intertwines with significant themes such as lies, truth, power, stereotypes and mass hysteria which are pivotal dynamics in today’s society.
Elizabeth Cady Stanton was born in November 12, 1815, in Johnstown, New York. Her parents were Margaret Livingston and Daniel Cady, who were important citizens. Daniel Cady, in particular, was notable for being a lawyer, state assemblyman, and congressman, who supported his daughter’s education. Unlike many women of her time, she went to primary school at the Johnstown Academy and attended Emma Willard’s Troy Female Seminary, an all girl’s boarding school that taught grades 9-12. In addition, she was taught Greek by a minister and received an informal legal education from her father and the young men who were learning under him. Although she was raised a strict Presbyterian in a conservative household, she had other influences in her family that were more radical. Her cousin, Gerri Smith, was a philanthropist,
After the Civil War ended between the North and South there were many questions left to be answered. Likely one of the biggest questions looming over people was what would happen to the Southern states that had rebelled against the North? People had many different opinions on how reconstruction should go and how harshly the South should be punished, if even punished at all. Some people like William Grosvenor felt that consequences for the South should be severe (Dudley 7). Mr. Grosvenor was an abolitionist pre-Civil War and went on to be a commander of one of the original African American units of soldiers during the war (Dudley 7). Plenty of grudge holding Northerners had the same opinion as William Grosvenor, but some felt that the South
Both of these guys are considered heroes by many people. Most people think being a hero is saving lives or having super powers, but that’s not the case with Jay Moriarity. Yes beowulf did save many lives, but there’s a lot more to being a hero than most people think.
Our society today depends on money and material objects. It is a popular belief that money makes happiness. Although this is believed to be true, transcendentalists around the world live with the idea that living with only what you need is the prime lifestyle. Chris McCandless, a transcendentalist, did not support this lifestyle. Into the Wild, by Jon Krakauer, helps support the idea that people do not need luxury to be happy. Becoming used to comfort and luxury leads to apathy and boredom because people become dependent, become predictable, and lack work ethic.
The death of John Wright, to some, might seem tragic and unacceptable, but for one person in particular, Minnie Wright, it was beautiful and freeing. When you are oppressed and treated poorly your entire life, and your husband takes away everything that you hold dear, then something has to give. Can justice has been served in an unusual way? With the help of Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters, Minnie just might get away with serving up her slice of justice.
Bethany Hamilton, a professional surfer, was out swimming in the lake of Ha’ena, Kauai, Hawaii, with her best friend, Alana Blanchard, when Bethany got her arm bit off by a 14-15ft. Tiger shark. She lost over 60% of her blood. After one month though, she was back in the water. A few weeks later, she competed in the finals. Bethany Hamilton deserves the surfer of the year award!
Today it seems as though Christmas has fallen victim to materialism and commercialization. Rather than it being a time of loving and giving, it has become a stressful season of greed. Amidst all the hustle and bustle, it is important for us to recognize the true reason of the season, and celebrate in a fashion that exemplifies that reason.
By mid-November, the stores of the capital city, Port-of-Spain, are flooded with early Christmas shoppers. The most popular places are textile and drapery stores. I remember coming from school one evening and seeing women, whose faces were beaded in sweat, hauling big white bags toward the bus terminal. For me, this was a sign that Christmas was just a stone’s throw away.
Emma, Marissa and I are in charge of the making the lefse. This has been our job ever since we were little girls, becoming experts through all our years of experience. My grandma makes the most amazing food and always has enough to feed us for a week. After we stuff ourselves full of delicious, lasagna, salads, and hot dishes all made with love and while the adults lean back comfortably in their chairs, us kids go put on our pajamas and troop downstairs to open our gifts. The most memorable gift would be the ring my grandma gave me that used to be my great-grandmothers who died a couple days after my grandma turned fifteen. My great-grandma loved to travel and had a great passion for fashion, so this circle of metal with a little diamond in the middle and a floral pattern surrounding it, had been bought in California and has been in the family since. “Bang, bang, bang!” A huge pounding comes from the front door. Dogs bark, adults grin, and we race to open the creaky door. Santa Claus, eyes twinkling, dressed in red with coal-black boots, and swinging a sack over his right shoulder, steps inside. He plops down heavily; ringing merry bells and passes them off to David, my brother, telling him seriously to keep ringing them so Rudolf won’t fly away without him. With wide eyes, little David shakes the bells with such rigor that if Rudolf was in the North Pole he would be able to hear them. We each take a turn perching on his knee, hesitant at first but then opening up and telling him our age and that, “yes we have been really, really, really good this year.” As Santa’s beard tickles our chin as we lean in close for a picture and his big belly shakes as he laughs at the same time as you start to giggle. Then he opens his sack and pulls out gifts wrapped in colorful paper for each of us. With a few cookies for the road, crumbs in his beard and a
As I skim through the Chadwick’s mail-order catalog, I come across a woman, who looks as if she is in her mid-thirties, standing outside on the snow-covered ground. Her gloved hand is arched back in a ready-to-throw position with a snowball resting in her palm. The woman is wearing a ¾ length gray wool coat and black leather gloves, which catches my eye. The serene, white-topped leaves of the pine trees lean in different directions, waiting for spring to arrive. “Winter is a breeze if you buy this coat” is the message I receive from this friendly-gestured woman. This warm, easy feeling especially comes into play during the holiday season when we buy gifts for our friends and family.