Cherrypaw Dialectical Journal

Jessime said nothing as he heeded his masters commands. The boy climbed to his feet, a little wobbly at first but he regained his stance. As his master walked to the well, Jessime moved through the front entrance to get to the hog. He prepared the pig for them to eat again by stripping the left over meat and dropping it in the second well bucket that was left by the fire over night. Next the boy proceeded to grab his shirt and unstitch his other shirt sleeve, now he had a sleeveless shirt, perfect for the dry climate. After he carefully removed the thread from his shirt he grabbed a wood splinter and refined it with his dagger making a makeshift needle. Jessime grabbed the hog hide near by and began to diligently sew it into a hide sack. After

Chapter 15 & 16: In this chapter it is winter already. Jurgis is putting many hours right now at work. Ona hasn’t been sleeping at home lately, which is strange. Ona lies to Jurgis that she hasn’t been able to get home for some reason.

Trench trudges across the black-sand beach. A helmet pins to his head with a crescent stenciled across its chipped crown. Some bloodstains never wash out.

This letter was inscripted on the back of one of the last postcards that McCandless ever sent. McCandless explains that he is now going to hike into the Alaskan wilderness, which means he won’t be able to contact anyone anymore. As the reader knows McCandless’s eventual fate, this letter seems ironic in the way that he writes. McCandless mentions that this will be the very last type of communication, insinuating that even when he were to finally hike out of the wilderness there would still be no communication. He even goes further to mention that it was great knowing them, which is usually said before a person is about to die. McCandless could not have been positive that he was going to die in Alaska because he didn’t necessarily plan anything,

Tim “O” Brien has felt a lot of shame telling this story and it wasn't easy for him to relieve some of the pressure. “My mother and father were having lunch out in the kitchen. I remember opening the letter, scanning the first few lines, feeling the blood go thick behind my eyes. I remember a sound in my head. It wasn't thinking, just a silent howl.” (p2/4) Tim has gotten a letter to fight a war that the us didn't understand and that he didn't like so he feels like he's too good for war, and feels the blood behind his eyes go thick. He couldn't, couldn't go to war.

1) “They carried the soldier’s greatest fear, which was the fear of blushing. Men killed, and died, because they were embarrassed not to. It was what had brought them to the war in the first place, nothing positive, no dreams of glory or honor, just to avoid the blush of dishonor. They died so as not to die of embarrassment” (O’Brien 20).

ME) Paul now you have all of the necessary information to you along your journey. It will not be an overnight fix, However if you stay committed to steps we both agreed on you will be just fine.

The second some portion of this book is more centered around how Augusts cherished one feel about him and with him. I welcome the writer for taking from August family and companions point of view since it will help perusers comprehend the story better with more noteworthy profundity and feeling. For example, just August's family can catch superior to anything anybody what he needs to experience. A decent illustration of would be that they generally guard August against open and never dither. To me, creator's message was excessively mindful individuals of how little acknowledgment we have, and how little we bargain? I trust that on the off chance that it was my kin in August spot I would act likewise to August's kin and folks. It is just characteristic that we think more about our blood relations than whatever other relationship.

Negative- an aggressive and critical manner to give a speech to a group of people, with the purpose to convince them to do what they want them to do.

3. If I was in Charlie's position at the beginning of the story I wouldn't have went through with the surgery, because if God didn't want me to be like that, I wouldn't be like that. So I would stay the same. And It could also fail, just like what's happening to Charlie in the story. It would be kind of hard to reject the operation because you are this person that can’t really do anything, all you can do is sweep up an old bakery for minimum wage. It would be pretty boring doing that every day of your life. It would be even harder if someone was retarded and then they did a surgery that made them even worse. That's probably not something I would think about if I was mentally retarded, but that's what I'm thinking about right now.

In this scene, you could see the frustration on both of their faces. Emily is well covered up even with a jacket on. Kane’s hair was perfectly laid and they still sat at distance from each other. In the next scene, the conversation is about Bernstein visiting their son. Emily doesn’t like the idea, however, Kane does. Emily is no longer wearing reveling dresses as we started to see in the third scene, and Kane’s hair is well combed and he is fully dressed in a tux as if he’s already ready to go to work. In the next scene, not much changed; Emily is still covering up, Kane’s hair is perfectly laid and the dialogue is again about Kane. The last scene in this flashback shows Emily reading Kane’s biggest rival newspaper while Kane is reading his

Passage: “It was the meanest moment of eternity. A minute before she was just a scared human being fighting for its life. Now she was her sacrificing self with Tea Cake's head in her lap. She had wanted him to live so much and he was dead. No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep. Janie held his head tightly to her breast and wept and thanked him wordlessly for giving her the chance for loving service. She had to hug him tight for soon he would be gone, and she had to tell him for the last time. Then the grief of outer darkness descended”(Hurston 184).

November 21 ,2015 I Heard the worst thing, earlier that day I was on face book I scrolled pass a picture that said the world was going to end at 3am in the morning I didn’t know what to expect I panicked, I was nervous I didn’t know what I should do , I didn’t know how to bring it up to an adult, I knew that if I brought it up to my mom she would’ve thought I was silly. I went the whole day reminiscing wondering if I’m going to die or is this just a rumor. All that day I did research about a red moon, I didn’t really get the answers I was looking for I did research on when the world was going to end but It didn’t say, all it said was “No one will ever know” The responses I got from the internet kind of made me realize maybe this is just a rumor although face book was saying different.

As Logan and I sat at the intersection between Arrowhead Road and Midway, we waited for a text as the cars flashed past us. That was where we sat in the heated truck, waiting for a girl to give us the go ahead to come pick her up. We were jamming out to “Just What I Needed” by the Cars.

Before me loomed the old observatory which would be our home for the next year. Its walls were an expanse of red brick stacked on red brick, contrasting the two white front doors and the white domed tower. It sat atop Henrick Cliff with large fields sloping down from the front of the house. The tower could be seen rising from the back of the house, with the cliffs edge and sea beyond that. The observatory looked like a forgotten castle, waiting for the next rulers to occupy it.