E Block's Journal Analysis

Living distinct lives in the New World, two American authors present striking pictures of their struggles in the land of opportunity. Samuel Sewall’s and William Byrd II’s diaries provide a glimpse into the everyday routines of early American settlers. An accomplished judge, businessman, and printer of Massachusetts Bay, Sewall writes about the developments around him. Likewise, Byrd, a successful planter, slave-owner, and author from Charles City County, Virginia, leaves valuable information concerning his routines in his diary. Even though these two men share the same nation, coastland, and English heritage, their stories are remarkably unique.

You WOULD NOT want Charles Johnson to look into your background, not if you had anything to hide. He is an indefatigable investigator, who, at the campus conservative magazine, the Claremont Independent - and at his own rollicking blog -for four years kept Claremont McKenna College buzzing with revelations about affirmative action, politically tendentious speakers, and abuses in student government. He held college administrators ' feet to the fire, and they got singed. It was easier to condemn than to refute him, and his critics soon gave up on the latter. Outside CMC, more disinterested judges quickly discovered the boldness of his reporting and commentary. Soon he had been awarded virtually every prize a young journalist of conservative disposition could receive: the Robert L. Bartley Fellow­ ship at the Wall Street Journal, the Eric Breindel Award, the Robert Novak Award from the Phillips Foundation, and a Publius Fellowship at the Claremont Institute. Hitting the trifecta is hard, but what Charles achieved is so remarkable as to be nameless: hitting - what, the quadrifecta?

Some one's Journal 1954 – so today the Brown v Board passed I'm glad that blacks are getting a good education, but Arkansas refused to integrate which I'm not proud of as a white person.

“Time truly does fly by, but the memories will still be the very same.” Me and Tai were really great friends ever since going to elementary. We grew up in the same neighborhood, and our personalities click ever since.

I'm doing a project about your book, I'm supposed to write a letter to you explain how your book made me feel. Honestly, reading your book gave a lot of emotions, there’s times where you're happy, there's times when it's so true, it's sad or you get mad because you don't want that emotion to be happening. But there’s also times that you laugh or smile because it's true, but still kind of sad, because your book is mainly about sad things like people leaving or being hurt mentally and physically. So when I relate I kinda realize how messed up my real life is. I guess that would depend on the type of person you are, if you would see it as funny because how much you relate. I'm gonna guess that i’m

So basically it all started on tomato day. My family are all so loud and so over dramatic. All I wanted do was leave and go out with sara. But of course that was not acceptable where him from. Leaving that place was such a fuss but at least I got out there. From then on I knew I was going to break away from my family. At this time, little did I know that was not actually what I wanted to do. I think Jacob also helped me figure who I am meant to be. Im not really on “talking” basis’

Corbell’s journal offers the reader insight from a homosexual’s point of view on the stereotypical “gay”, which Corbell defines as “promiscuous, shallow individuals who act extremely feminine and obsess over fashion.” Corbell forces readers to look past the extreme, over sexualized gay examples and to rather focus on the everyday man who we may randomly bump into that just so happens to be gay. The passage uses humor to recall upon Corbell’s personal past experiences as a gay male, as well as speak about the influence the media whelms over the heterosexual belief of the gay man and the true reasoning for wanting to come out the closet. Corbell notifies readers that many gays in this generation no longer fit into that category of Cher-loving

I am 26 years old and I have children of my own now. I never thought that I would smile again but I did. The school is always going to be a darkness that in my soul and brain everyday. I am fighting it as much as I can. The best way I can forget is to have a drink because alcohol became my friend. It helps me forget and not think about what happened to me. I cry and cry still even if it over it is something that I feel and see in myself. But drinking made that a bit better for me. I haven’t written in this journal in a very long time I look back at my entries and it breaks me because I still have flashed back in my dreams. But I do not feel apart of anything big I am alone because I lost all my tradition from when I was little and the settlers look at me like used trashed. I have been in both worlds at a time in my life but now I feel like I am apart of nun. I am alone other than my children that I have that make me feel somewhat a part of something bigger. But I still feel like the little kid that wrote those entries. I am done writing I do not need to keep reminiscing the past because it is already stuck in my head and I am trying to get it out of my

This article was published February 2015 by American Gunsmith, located in San Antonio, TX. This article can be found on the American Gunsmith website at www.american-gunsmith.com. American Gunsmith is well known for publishing well written articles that are very informative and helpful to the gunsmithing industry. This article is being used by SDI for an article summary assignment. Dick Maheu is a well-established gunsmith and author. He started gunsmithing in 1966 where he was active for 31 years before he retired in 1997. Dick also retired from the United States Air force as a Medical Superintendent. He is now a renowned writer for The American Gunsmith Magazine. The purpose of this article is to explain the importance of bench blocks, and explain that they vary in many different shapes, sizes and materials. The topic of this week’s article is about bench blocks.

Diary Entry One: I can not seem to understand why I am the way I am; it leaves me with a unfilled place inside. On days throughout I watch people socialize amongst themselves and I learned that people fake a lot of human interactions. The difference between I and them is that I feel like I fake them all, and I fake them very well. People suppose that I am remote or a loner, but I've lived in darkness for a very long time; I’ve felt as though I am separate from those surrounding me. Over the years, i’ve learned to focus my eyes until the dark became my world and I can see again.

Standing behind the cash register at work today, my thoughts wandering aimlessly, four words came to mind, “Don’t Let Me Down.” I started humming The Beatles classic tune out loud when it clicked, these would be the words I would decipher through for my paper. Automatically, I recalled the first time I heard these words and the way they made me feel. It was a cold December day in the early evening and I was heading back to my dorm on a bus. Taking myself back to that moment, I can still see the way the bus driver smiled at me when I got on. Walking to my seat I was feeling cheerful. I looked up after I sat down and I noticed the breathtaking sunset out the front window and side windows. Then, this beautiful, yet heart wrenching

In my journal I will be connecting to If I Stay. In the book if I stay I find myself a lot like Mia. I see myself in Mia’s personality, and character. To start, Mia, is the kind of person who keeps to thereself, or has maybe one close friend. I like to keep to myself a lot of the time. I do not talk about my personal issues often. I have a decent amount of friends, but I only have one very close friend. The friend I can trust, and talk to them about important things in my life. Another reason, is that Mia feels alone quite a bit. In the book If I Stay, Mia is by herself, wanting to save her brother. Mia will occationally find herself feeling alone. I tend do do the same. I often feel like I can not trust anyone. It will sometimes feel like no one cares for me. Also, I feel like the is no one I can turn to for help, or other reasons. lastly, Mia has the need to help. Mia wants to help her family, and be there for them. Mia cannot do so, because she is on the outside of her body. (I pinch as hard as I can. I don’t feel a thing” (Forman 18) I want to help the people around me. When my friends need someone to talk to, I am

After keeping my “Journal of Days” for a total of seven days, I have noticed several trends that cause me to have good and bad days. The first thing I noticed in my journal was that I would usually “psych myself out” of thinking that I had a good day if I’m alone late at night. For example, if I locked myself in my dorm room at 9 pm, and stayed up until 12 am, I would usually replay my day in my head multiple times in that time and I would take all the good things that made me happy and it seems like I would change the memory so that when I thought of it, I became very anxious and sad. I believe that I do this because it is second nature to me, because I am so used to filling my head with negative thoughts and completely shutting out all the

My story begins when I looked at the world around me and wondered what it would be like without me. I would stare at the sunset near my home and just wonder. I thought things would function the same. I’m no one who's made a big impact in this world yet. But, I did know I’d have an impact on the people closest to me and though that may not be the world… it is to me. That was enough for me to realize that I had to get better emotionally because I am who I am. I realized I should not allow people’s ignorance determine my emotional state even if it’s from the people within the world I just mentioned. As anyone who’s gone through the same thing, they know it isn’t easy to overcome. I probably had an immense amount of resilience to get through this.

Over the course of one month, I put myself in situations where I was very uncomfortable and awkward situations. I shadowed the professional Eben Bartholomew and was shocked. For the past 2 years, I have dedicated my fitness to aesthetics and power lifting, which has been a consistent part of who I am. After experiencing what Eben went through to train and perfect moves, which took me out of my comfort zone, I have come to the conclusion, I could not do it for my day to day life. Eban, every single day puts not only has to overcome fears, he has to teach others to aswell, also, Eben is required to assume the risk of any and all injuries and embrace them, lastly, Eben must constantly looking for a new move while perfecting the last, which seems to be an impossible feat.