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In the novel, Song of Solomon, Toni Morrison develops the character Macon Dead, who acquired the nickname of Milkman. The actions of others can influence a life and the course of life for a person that has no real idea or firmness in decision making of their own. Milkman gets his nickname because he was breastfed by his mother at an oddly old age, and a man sees that through a window and begins laughing. While the name is is quite literal to the actual situation that made his acquire it such as being breast fed. Throughout the novel Milkman grows up rather advantaged and sheltered.
Mckenna, I too wrote about the mindless monster and the negative effects it can have on someone. It's crazy to think about the lengths people will go to please someone and will overwork themselves to make sure others are happy. I believe that the only way to be truly happy is to make sure you're good first. The other aspect I agree with was your point on body language. That is something I need to work on a lot as well.
In this Country Life 1904 article the friend who “bagged 110 lbs” is likely Mr. Battelle from the Toledo Post 1885 article above: M askinonge in Blackstone and Crane Lakes average from 14 lbs to 35 lbs. A good angler of my acquaintance bagged 110 lbs of maskinonge during one day, the heavy weight of the fish caught bringing up this large total. One hour is often spent in fighting these fierce fish, and even a 14- pounder will make things exciting for 45 min. No fish in the world can give more sport to the first- class angler than the maskinonge.
Unbeknownst to me I had met my current best friend, Hannah Gilbert, but did not hang out with her until two years later. At the end of sixth grade I had met the first bisexual person, a girl I’ll call her Bella, she was almost if not two years older than me. During my seventh grade year a new middle school, Franklinton Middle School, was opened causing me to again transfer schools. During the summer of seventh grade I began to get closer to Hannah; we had hung out almost all summer. In the beginning of eighth grade I met a girl, I’ll call her Amanda, who changed my life in a short span of time.
My grandfather was shouting, trying to get my attention, and when I stirred from my trance, I could then hear: “_Sandra, Sandra, this is yours.” He was pointing to a brown, buffalo like female calf, which had just been born. It was a gift, the first part towards my inheritance. In the El Dorado, money meant very little, the cattle was the highest currency.
So Kevin has died and I am all alone in the world. It has been a week since Kevin funeral. I have joined a gang nos since Kevin is gone. To join the gang I would have to leave my family and friends. Gram told me to be safe and have a great life.
I remember the pure joy that filled me when I first heard Disney announce they were creating a Black princess in their upcoming movie, Princess and the Frog. Though I was only nine years old at the time, it seemed like an eternity of looking at princesses that did not resemble me. On the playground, my more traditionally western looking friends were puzzled handing out assignments for who should be what princess. The group of elementary girls usually allocated me the role of Pocahontas because of her darker skin, an appearance not common in the lineup of Disney princesses at the time. I often found myself questioning my own worth and capabilities because of the lack of powerful women of color I knew of, so when a hard-working, kind Black woman
Now in the town of El Caballo, which means The Horse, there lived a Mexican gunfighter named Terrible Tomas. Whenever the people of El Caballo saw Tomas swagger through the streets, his hands on the oak handles of his .44s, they let him pass. His black eyes shot fire at anyone who dared to bar his way. A stocky six-footer with dark skin and black hair, Tomas was very intimidating. There rode into town one day, a stranger.
Twas the morning of the fourth of August at Juan Diego Catholic High School as the day was going just normal for most of the students who attended there. Some were having a wonderful day and some were having an awful day such as Jake the 10th grader spilling coffee on himself and almost burning the skin off of his body. To continue on, our story here today focuses on the society we have at Juan Diego and what we know and what we don’t, and how we go into perspective on how others are being treated and how they truly feel. To get back to our story here is what is happening at this certain moment, it is 8:00 and school has just started, our main character today is Justin Morrison who is in the 9th grade, Justin's parents are divorced and his sister is ran away from home five years ago and him and his family have never heard from her since then.
The college decision process can be very overwhelming for any high school senior who is unsure of which school is the best fit for them. As a second-semester sophomore at TCU, I can even remember the unsettling feeling of not knowing which college was the right fit for me. I specifically remember having no idea until I attended a Monday at TCU. I felt so comfortable and welcomed during my daylong visit that I realized I could see myself becoming a Horned Frog and I still feel this level of comfort in many ways today. Whether it’s the familiar faces around campus or simply from our school’s beautiful buildings and landscaping, I always feel very comfortable walking around campus.
If granted a single do-over of any moment of my life, it would be the day that we unexpectedly lost a friend, brother, and a son. The anguish that relentlessly lingers around that day, at times, seem unbearable, and to re-do the moments preceding that nightmare would bring solace to both my life and the others that were affected. Friday, September 13th, 2013 started off similar to every other day; my classmates and I walked the hallways, laughing, discussing weekend plans, taking "selfies", and making witticisms among one another. My friend, Lester Levine, exuberantly ran throughout the school as he always did, knowing precisely what to say to turn gloomy day into an ebullient one.
A long time ago in the mountains of West Virginia a man was strolling through the desert with his four-legged talking horse and a watch this watch was very special to him because his grandpa had given him that watch to him before he had died. Now he had treasured that watch for many years to come that watch was more special to him then his wife. That was the only thing left of me dear old grandpa. Hold on he asks the talking horse where 's my watch the man asks the talking horse responds I don’t have a clue he says I hope you know that that is the only thing I have left of my grandpa. The talking horse says why don’t we backtrack through the desert to our home.
It was the June 25th, my friend Tanya’s 16th birthday. I was invited to her house for as she said,“a little party with the closest friends”. I talked to Nicole and Julia, who were also invited to the birthday party, to
The day was August 3, 2012 and I woke up ecstatic and excited to be alive that morning. This was because I had plans to go out with a few of my close friends. Our plans were to go to roller skating, and afterwards go out for frozen yogurt. That day I wore my favorite outfit at the time: a green, striped shirt with a hood in the back, long black, cloth shorts, and crazy monkey socks that were my sister’s from Justice. Before leaving my house on this dreadful day in disguise, I took a photo with my sister and wished my family goodbye.
After meeting up with her mom and my parents, she embraced me once more; holding me tighter and closer than before. “Good night, Chase.” She said with cheer in her voice, “I had a great time tonight.” Those words echoed in my head, with each rendition of that sweet repetition my grin grew wider and wider. At that moment I felt so much older than just fifteen years old, I felt like I could do almost anything.