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- 6311: Personal Writing: A Path Seldom Chosen - Solving Problems Without Violence
- ... Martin Luther King lead a nonviolent protest. Martin did many things to reach his goal but he did not raise a fist at his enemies. As a result many laws were changed without a single gun, knife or grenade. Around the time when Martin Luther King was making his mark, another young black man with similar hopes had set out on his own quest to free his people of the unjust ...
- 6312: Creative Writing: South vs. North
- ... on me. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. That was just at this last battle, the battle of Vicksburg, where I was injured. I was defending our fort that let us hold control of the Mississippi. I just found out that my brother Confederates surrendered at Vicksburg and we also lost at Gettysburg. I guess that our troops were marching north and met Grant and his men. We ...
- 6313: Okonkwo's Exile
- ... know how this happened. But I found out when Okonkwo explained, with watery eye's, as if he was about to shed tears, which I had never seen him do before. He explained that his gun had exploded and an iron piece from it pierced the young man's heart, killing him instantly. Because of this, Okonkwo had to spend seven years away from Umuofia. I felt tremendously sorry for Ezeudu ...
- 6314: Personal Writing: The Path to the Unknown
- ... the people (an easy three hundred), and my courage that I had built up went shooting straight down the tubes. All my worries that I had spent the past couple weeks trying to keep under control came zooming back. Willie held up his hands, and as fast as my fears had come back, they went away. The first few songs had gone wonderfully, and now "Take The A Train" was on ...
- 6315: Personal Writing: My Room
- ... interest in skiing. Tucked into the back side of my closets are my two unloaded hunting rifles. I think that this reflects my responsibility and maturity because I had to go through twelve hours of gun safety courses just to have access to these weapons let alone have them in my room. Looking up from this view point a set of sky lights can be seen. The light glistening from these ...
- 6316: Personal Writing: My Poor House
- ... little weekend excursion to Ocean City Maryland. This was the first time they left my sister and I home alone, and they trusted us to take good care of the house and keep everything under control. Late Friday afternoon at about five o'clock was their time of departure. Before they even pulled out of the garage, the supplies, for the party tonight, which we have been planning for a good ...
- 6317: Personal Writing: Letter To the Future From 1996
- ... parts business. My mum works in Rooks Heath High School. We have a dog, he is an English Springer Spaniel. He needs a lot of exercise because his breed of dog is bred as a gun dog so they have very good endurance. He goes for at least one run in the park every day. I remember when we first got him. We knew as soon as we saw him looking ...
- 6318: Underground to Canada : Mammy Sally's Version
- ... After they rested and talked to Malcolm , they continued their journey to Canada. In the afternoon they came to another cabin in Boston. When they knocked on the door , an old woman holding a shot gun , opened the door, and said " What are you niggers doing here ? Are you not supposed to be getting whipped or working very hard?" No said Nina, we are not going to work for any white ...
- 6319: Creative Writing: Heroz
- ... would teach Fernanda, the feather gluer, the same thing All were reluctant to this approach but once they started seeing results and realized they weren't bored anymore, "Zapp"! they began to feel more in control. To keep the positive attitude, yet another spell was used. You see the workers began to feel that they were working harder but were not getting the support from the "Castle", the King and the ...
- 6320: Creative Writing: Friends Till the Very End
- ... that he had killed his best friend. And for what. A trill of a life time. It's been 3 years now. My stomach still hurts once in a while. My head spins out of control, kind of. But only now and then. Like at night in my bed, when it gets real quiet. And dark. First, my mind goes around in slow circles for a little while, then sinks back ...
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