Dear Aunt Bessie‚ Hello Aunt Bessie‚ I am sorry I have not been writing to you lately. I am having trouble running the mills by myself since my family has died of malaria. Which is why I now know where I will put your million dollars that I have received from you. Progressivism is a tough moment in our history. We are battling progressivism‚ which is a movement reformed to change America. This is why I have chosen to take your blessed million dollars‚ and put it towards these reforms; 600‚000
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The first twelve stanzas of the poem reveal the extent of the speaker’s possession by what‚ in psychoanalytic terms‚ is the imago of the father—a childhood version of the father which persists into adulthood. This imago is an amalgamation of real experience and archetypal memories wherein the speaker’s own psychic oppression is represented in the more general symbol of the Nazi oppression of the Jews. For example‚ the man at the blackboard in the picture of the actual father is transformed symbolically
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Dear Justin‚ Some nights I can’t help but think about it. When I finally catch myself some silent moments. Some time away from all the chaos in my head. When I sit there and think about us. I see the storm that I just ran through with you‚ and how I can tell that its still raining. You might tell me that i’m being over dramatic and that i’m making a mountain out of a molehill‚ but for me this is no smaller than a mountain. I’m broken. I always was and when I met you I was still broken. You didn’t
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Wish List for MDS Library Feb. 20/2012 Ranger’s Apprentice books 1‚ 2‚ 3‚ 4‚ 5 (all by John Flanagan) 1. The Ruins of Gorlan 2. The Burning Bridge 3. The Icebound Land 4. The Battle for Skandia Little Red Hen and Passover Matza by Leslie Kimmelman The Lemonade War The Bell Bandit All by Jacqueline Davis The Lemonade Crime A World Without Heros (Beyonders series) by Brandon Mull Seeds of Rebellion (Beyonders series) by Brandon Mull The Hardest Word
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Dear diary‚ My name is Macbeth and I am‚ with no doubt‚ the most powerful of them all. Doubting this fact will not make you assertive or witty‚ but will make you a fool. It will make you nothing but an ignoramus and oblivious fool. I’m untouchable and unflinching. If you wish‚ like some already do‚ you could call me immortal. I use immortality to refer to the fact that no man will every have power over me. The only time this will ever occur is if a man chooses to take my life. Then‚ it would be
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Rhythm and tempo are the chains that bind my soul‚ for I am a servant of sound. Blast some music‚ and I can tell a story. I scrutinize songs‚ looking for new ways to interpret their beats. I am a Hip-Hop historian‚ fluent in the repertoire of Big Daddy Kane‚ The Roots‚ and Rakim. My iPod is a melting pot‚ with tracks ranging from 80s funk to the latest pop hits. With or without my diverse collection of music playing in the background‚ a five-second handstand is accolade-worthy to bystanders
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My Daddy was an insurance salesman and our family moved every few years‚ always living in the South. Many towns clumped together and our stability became the culture of the South. My aunts and uncles scattered from west Tennessee to Mississippi and our yearly vacations and holidays turned into adventures in their company. Geographically‚ my world appeared small‚ but I had no idea. We swam and fished at Reelfoot Lake - muddy and full of cypress trees. Where we swam a sign read‚ THE BEACH - in my
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Rei had just woken up from a nap. Her mother made her take even tho dad insisted on not rei was a major daddys girl. She was starving and she showed you could see it on her face so her parents made her a pb in j wich was her favorite. After she gobbled it down she looked out the window and saw her best friend her only friend his name was ruku he was telling her to come outside with the wave of his hands it looked urgent he also looked frightened he was always such scaredy cat. So rei looked up at
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The poem “Daddy” was written in 1962. Sylvia Plath discusses her love/hate for father and others using imagery from the Holocaust‚ Nazis‚ and vampires. The title of the poem suggests that it is loving and intimate‚ more so than if it were titled “Father”. That is where love is present. Hate and anger are present everywhere else in the poem. Sylvia Plath’s father died when she was eight years old due to complications of diabetes (Steinberg 2007). He is already dead; Sylvia Plath wrote this poem
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Dear Mr. President‚ I am honored for having the opportunity to travel to the Okapaka Islands. As an Ambassador of America‚ I found that this trip was of utmost importance. The journey was long for it had been insisted to travel by vessel. After making port on Auckland Island in the Webling Bay‚ I boarded an outlandish dory with a native as skipper. The voyage was a bit unsettling for my stomach yet remarkable for my eyes. The water cleared of pollutants as we neared the desolate island. As we approached
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