Saturday, June 9, 2007
7 page essay
I feel the heat is on, I was going to do my paper on the abortion issue but at the last minute decided that abortion in a persona opinion. it is up to the one individual to make up her decicision for her self and only god has the right to judge her and forgive her no one else, so i am going to do my paper on convicts in Alcatraz
Friday, June 8, 2007
exercise
Ok, this is a good one. Someone else take it on so we can compare.
For a long time I was their only care. My mother had much desired to have a daughter, but I continued their single offspring. When I was about five years old, while making an excursion beyond the frontiers of italy, they passed a week on the shores of the lake of como. Their benevolent disposition often made them enter the cottages of the poor. This to my mother, was more than a duty it was a necessity, a passion, remembering what she had suffered, and how she had been relieved, for her to act in her turn;the guardian angel to the afflicted. During one of their walks, a poor cot in the foldings of a vale attracted their notice, as being singularly disconsolate. While the number of half clothed children gathered about, it spoke of penury in its worst shape. One day when my father had gone by himself to milan, my mother, accompanied by me, visited this abode. She found a peasant, and his wife ,hard working ,bent down by care and labour, distributing a scanty meal to five hungry babes. Among these there was one which attracted my mother, far above all the rest, she appeared of a different stock. The four others were darkeyed hardy little vagrants. This child was thin and very fair; her hair was the brightest living gold and despite the poverty of her clothing, seemed to set a crown of distinction on her head. Her brow was clear and ample. Her blue eyes cloudless, and her lips, and the moulding of her face so expressive of sensibility and sweetness, that none could behold her without looking on her as of a distinct species. A being heaven sent, and bearing a celestial stamp in all her features.
For a long time I was their only care. My mother had much desired to have a daughter, but I continued their single offspring. When I was about five years old, while making an excursion beyond the frontiers of italy, they passed a week on the shores of the lake of como. Their benevolent disposition often made them enter the cottages of the poor. This to my mother, was more than a duty it was a necessity, a passion, remembering what she had suffered, and how she had been relieved, for her to act in her turn;the guardian angel to the afflicted. During one of their walks, a poor cot in the foldings of a vale attracted their notice, as being singularly disconsolate. While the number of half clothed children gathered about, it spoke of penury in its worst shape. One day when my father had gone by himself to milan, my mother, accompanied by me, visited this abode. She found a peasant, and his wife ,hard working ,bent down by care and labour, distributing a scanty meal to five hungry babes. Among these there was one which attracted my mother, far above all the rest, she appeared of a different stock. The four others were darkeyed hardy little vagrants. This child was thin and very fair; her hair was the brightest living gold and despite the poverty of her clothing, seemed to set a crown of distinction on her head. Her brow was clear and ample. Her blue eyes cloudless, and her lips, and the moulding of her face so expressive of sensibility and sweetness, that none could behold her without looking on her as of a distinct species. A being heaven sent, and bearing a celestial stamp in all her features.
Punctuation exercise
Ok Bc, tell me what you think.
I am practically industrious, painstaking, a workman, to execute with perseverance and labour, but besides this there is a love for the marvellous. A belief in the marvellous, intertwined in all my projects, which hurries me out of the common pathways of men, even to the wild sea, and unvisited regions I am about to explore.
In the majestic and wondrous scenes which surrounded our swiss home, the sublime shapes of the mountains, the changes of the seasons tempest and calm, the silence of winter and the life and turbulence of our alpine summers, she found ample scope for admiration and delight.
I am practically industrious, painstaking, a workman, to execute with perseverance and labour, but besides this there is a love for the marvellous. A belief in the marvellous, intertwined in all my projects, which hurries me out of the common pathways of men, even to the wild sea, and unvisited regions I am about to explore.
In the majestic and wondrous scenes which surrounded our swiss home, the sublime shapes of the mountains, the changes of the seasons tempest and calm, the silence of winter and the life and turbulence of our alpine summers, she found ample scope for admiration and delight.
Excercise III Douglass
I will venture to assert that my friend Mr. Nathan Johnson, of whom I can say with a grateful heart “I was hungry, and he gave me meat. I was thirsty and he gave me drink. I was a stranger, and he took me in lived in a neater house, dined at a better table, read more and better understood the moral, religious, and political character of the nation than nine-tenths of the slaveholders in Talbot County, Maryland.
MLA citations
This is a MLA citation for my research paper. Someone take a look and tell me what you think. The source is the Mount San Antonio College library search engine, or Expanded Academic ASAP.
Lott, John. "Half cocked: why most of what you see in the media about guns is wrong." The American Enterprise 14.5 (July-August 2003): 28(4). Expanded Academic ASAP. Thomson Gale. Mount San Antonio College. 6 May. 2007
Lott, John. "Half cocked: why most of what you see in the media about guns is wrong." The American Enterprise 14.5 (July-August 2003): 28(4). Expanded Academic ASAP. Thomson Gale. Mount San Antonio College. 6 May. 2007
Excercise V. Mary Shelley's Interjections
Such were the professors words, rather let me say such the words of the fate enounced to destroy me. As he went on, I felt as if my soul were grappling with a palpable enemy. One by one the various keys were touched which formed the mechanism of my being. Chord after chord was sounded, and soon my mind was filled with one thought, one conception, one purpose. "So much has been done"; exclaimed the soul of Frankenstein. More far more will I achieve treading in the steps already marked. I will pioneer a new way, explore unknown powers, and unfold to the world the deepest mysteries of creation.
Excercise V. Mary Shelley's Interjections
I closed not my eyes that night, my internal being was in a state of insurrection and turmoil. I felt that order would thence arise, but I had no power to produce it by degrees. After the mornings dawn sleep came. I awoke and my yester nights thoughts were as a dream. There only remained a resolution to return to my ancient studies, and to devote myself to a science for which I believed myself to possess a natural talent.
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