The North Platte Canteen affected the mentality of six million troops in World War II and gave the soldiers a reason to fight for America (The North Platte Canteen). The canteen started officially on Christmas Day in 1941 and did not stop serving American troops till the very last cargo train rolled into the North Platte Depot on April 1, 1946. Sixteen million troops fought in World War II; there was a one and three chance the soldier standing next to you paid a visit to the little town of North Platte (The North Platte Canteen, Nebraska Studies.Org, Statistic Brain). One young lady, Rae Wilson, wrote a letter to the editor in the local newspaper about the soldiers at the train station. This tiny article caused this amazing organization to take place (Letter to the Editor). She then banded together the most influential people in North Platte on December 22, 1941 and started the canteen three days later (Nebraska Studies.Org). Mrs. Wilson and the town of North Platte were completely unaware of what this small idea would lead to. Fifty thousand volunteers from across Nebraska and Denver made long trips to North Platte, not only donating their own family's dinner, but also missing a day of work (Lecture). One of these thousands of workers was seventeen year…
32 “Well its actually happening ma’, I’m goin’ back to school.”Rufus said. “I want you to know, I truly am proud of you Rufus.” His mother replied. Curtis and Janet went to a different school then Rufus but he still walked them to school then walked himself to school. On his way to school a car followed him very slowly but Rufus kept walking. When he got to school it looked the same on the outside that it always had. Rufus pushed open the doors at Searingtown School and yelled “I’m back!” All of his friends ran over to hug him. He went down to the office to get a tour he thought he didn’t need because he remembered every single solitary thing about this place. While the tour was going on everything going on was a blur. He looked left, right and left again, admiring the changes the school had made. “Wow” he sighed. “Is there a problem Rufus?” the tour guide asked. Rufus answered, “When I was here the wall paint was all chipped, there were broken windows and holes in the walls.” “Oh ok, well that concludes our tour and this door on your right is your first period class.” The tour guide replied. Rufus walked in and sat at an available seat at the back of the class room. He opened his notebook and took notes even though he didn’t understand anything that was going on. By the time 5th period came around it was time for lunch he was starving. All of his friends called him over and asked him to sit with him. Momma didn’t make him a big lunch because they didn’t have that much food in the house and then needed to split it 3 different ways. Allison who used to have a big crush on Rufus sat right next to him. Mitchell and Charlie sat across from him and Christina, Alisha and Sammy sat around them. When the bell rang he went to his locker and when he got to class he looked out the window and saw the same car that followed him to school. The only person he thought of was Simon. But he didn’t have a car? Rufus ran to the office to explain the…
When she came into the grocery, half a dozen people turned away from the shelves and the counters to wave at her or call out good morning. Also, Miss Strangeworth is so conceited that she know that people respected; even the children. Miss Strangeworth had never - any self-consciousness before the children. She didn’t that any of them were staring at her unduly or longing to laugh at her; it would have been most reprehensible for their parents to permit their children to mock Miss Strangeworth of Pleasant Street. Most children stood back respectfully as Miss Strangeworth passed, silenced briefly in her presence and some of the order children greeted her, saying soberly, “Hello, Miss Strangeworth”. Without a doubt the respect that Miss Strangeworth get might change once her secret out.…
In her essay, Welty remembers the importance of this store and how it shaped her family. The purpose of doing so is to describe the pure innocence of youth, in which a corner store can prove to be mesmorizing. Welty captures this youthful feeling as she describes the scene in which she “skipped [her] jumping rope up and down [the sidewalk], hopped it’s length through mazes of hopscotch, played jacks in its islands of shades, serpentined along it on [her] Princess bicycle, skated it backward and forward” (Welty par. 4). These seemingly playful and simple events are made complex and intricate with the use of words such as “serpentined” and “mazes”. By doing so, Welty is adding to the subject in which events of your childhood seem more interesting than as an adult. The tone of her essay is rather casual and playful. Welty captures her mental image of store when describing the “enchantment [that] is cast upon you by all those things you weren’t supposed to have need fore, it lures you close to wooden tops you’d outgrown, boy’s marbles and agates in little net pouches...” (Welty par. 8). This enchantment blinded Welty to what normally would be viewed as disguisting and dirty. For example, the tangible smells- “dill-pickle brine that had leaked through a paper sack in a fresh trail across the wooden floor” and “the smell of…
In this paragraph I will be talking about how Holling Hoodhood is an Ill-Fated. Once in the story Holling Hoodhood had to clean Mrs.Baker's room. But that day Mrs.Baker brought in boston cream puffs to class when everyone but Holling left because all the students go to church on Wednesday. Holling is the only kid in the class who doesn’t go to any church. Mrs.Baker made those puffs for a ceremony for women that…
“2B” says the disembodied voice from the intercom, echoing against the colorless brick walls of the classroom. The wooden door opens to show Sister Mary John, a woman of seventy years, walking in to call us to lunch. Sister usually wore the typical nun outfit to school – long black dress and hood which only exposed the face – but today was Student Appreciation Day 2003 (I am 8-years-old), which meant all the students would eat hamburgers and hotdogs outside. Sister, wanting to avoid the heat, decided to exchange her outfit for clothing better suited for the Texas heat (e.g. light colored shirt, shorts, and hat).…
As soon as the young females had entered the “A&P” store two of the other cashiers had seemed to Trudged their eyes over to the young individuals as they were walking around the bread and promenade themselves toward sammy's check out. Gawking them the whole time the kids were in the store. Going from aisle to aisle getting dayley grocery materials for everyday use was going from aisle to aisle disappearing from sammy's vision .…
The Chocolate War, written by Robert Cormier in 1974, is set at Trinity, a Catholic high school for boys. However, this is no ordinary school, it is a twisted place controlled by the tyrannical Vigils, a school gang that doles out ‘assignments’, such as the destruction of Room Nineteen, for students to carry out. Brother Leon, a teacher and the assistant headmaster at Trinity, also has power over the students. He psychologically terrorizes them and is the main reason why The Vigils become so bent on destroying Jerry, the protagonist. It is Brother Leon’s chocolate sale that eventually brings about the downfall of idealistic young Jerry, who tries to resist the brother and The Vigils, partly because of a poster in his locker, by not selling the former Mother’s Day chocolates. Cormier uses the three aforementioned things: the chocolates, Room Nineteen, and the poster, to symbolize Jerry’s loss of motherly protection, Trinity's twisted atmosphere, and the theme of the book. ‘The Chocolate War’ is an aptly chosen title for this novel because these seemingly innocent sweets truly do cause a riveting psychological battle within the school.…
Those with the audacity to do the unforgivable crime of consuming edible items in the middle of an educational session shall surely be punished by the professors. God forbid, shall the patience of these professors, these masters of instruction, these scholastic gods, be tested, one shall face the hell, the fire, and the damnation that is called detention. There is no speculation that these lords of erudition are amicable, benevolent, impartial, and sensible. Those managing to disrespect these godly mentors undoubtedly deserve in return to be reprimanded and righteously disciplined. These insolent individuals shall be left to face this slippery slope without the clemency of their educators as they suffer through their educational decline and are convicted with this unpardonable sin. Ingesting foodstuffs during a serious pedagogic forum is unmannerly and as impertinent as the actions of a puerile and unruly child. Any and all fools willing to engage in such depravity even after the awareness of the wrath provoked to the instructors shall be entitled to and morally sentenced to the fiery pit of detention, the cage of horror that will trap them for an entire lunch period. Shall there be any contrivance to escape this hell, the individuals associated will be morally punished with their own culpability, the tornado of flames that will surround them in every direction and swallow them up with ease, burning them everywhere. And as if that itself is not an infinite refraction, they shall without a doubt be sentenced to even further punishment, the unimaginable and detrimental circumstance of being rebuked and forced to take disciplinary actions by the headmaster, the godliest figure of all teachers and the dictator of the world called Torrey Pines. So thus, as it is, you all, the natural beings of this world, must refrain from engaging in these actions that will lead them to angering the authority figures, being sentenced to the…
The novel progresses to Rohan Kremer Guha’s story. A New Jersey boy with a shy smile and soft black hair who knows not to touch the crumbs and dribbles those other kids leave behind at parties. Rohan knows of plenty of other kids with…
Fourth grade, my teacher Mrs. TRaurig comes into the classroom with a large, peculiar, full body costume of The Cat in the Hat. The fumes of food swam through the room. “Quiet down, students!” she yells as we all silently take our seats on the circular carpet. She reads Green Eggs and Ham by,…
I observed Mr. Dave’s pre-k class at Montclair pre-school. I arrived at the classroom at 8:00 am to accessed the classroom as well to speak to Mr. Dave. We reviewed the day’s plan as I helped him clean up. While cleaning around the room I noticed how colorful the room was. There were: banners of letters and numbers hanging on the wall, as well as a large alphabet carpet on the floor for the kids to sit on, toys to play with and books to read. As the children arrived, they removed their belongings and placed them in the cubbies. Afterwards, they grabbed their name tags and set their lunchboxes on the lunchbox table. I played with the kids until class started at 9:00…
I relaxed in the living room of my parent’s two-story colonial home watching the football game and playing games with my siblings, the mouth-watering smell of a homemade Thanksgiving dinner fills the air. Every room in the house was intoxicated with this sensationally delicious Thanksgiving aroma. When dinner is called upon, the shuffling footsteps of my famine family can be heard miles from the house. As we all gather around the long rectangular oak wood table, covered in a crème colored cloth, a sudden warm, content feeling is felt. The lighting was dim, but the presence of each other’s faces light up the dining room.…
Everyone’s face shone with joy and the children shook their parent’s hands from side to side screaming happily. The sweet smell of fluffy cotton-candy tickled my nose as I entered the park. “Ooooh!Ahhhhh!” The cries of joy and sounds of machines whirring never seemed to stop. Even though there was lots of waiting with endless long lines, laughter was always in the air and they seemed happy together.…
We find traditional tiffin(2) carriers skillfully navigating the school compound with their long rickety tin-filled crates, delivering lunches from around the city. The food contained within these tins fill the air with a stench that seemed to permeate the buildings and linger. Rohinton recalls eating lunch in the drill hall surrounded by the tiffin’s, as a very unpleasant…