Character Analysis

In John Shanely’s Doubt there are two sides the reader can take at the end of the play. The side of Sister Aloysius, claiming the Father Flynn was guilty, or the side of Father Flynn, claiming that he is innocent. For the majority of the play I leaned more towards the side of Father Flynn, however evidence that is brought up at the end of the play caused me to doubt Father Flynn’s innocence.

I was pleased to have attended a lecture cosponsored by the Ethics Center, the Fresno State office of the president, the Fresno Bee and Valley PBS. The lecture began with Dr. Castro recognizing a few leaders on campus, including a past Fresno State president, Dr. John D. Welty and campus volunteer Mary Castro. Dr. Castro then mentioned a few things about Mr. Brooks stating that he is a columnist for the New York Times and an analyst for the PBS “News Hour” and NPR’s “All Things Considered.” Dr. Brooks also teaches at Yale University, one the finest university in the country. Dr. Castro continued by saying that he learned that Mr. Brooks office hours are from 9am to 1pm and how “cool” it sounded to him. I was surprised how many people attended the event. I was fortunate to find a seat. David Brooks mentioned how he has some remote roots in the Central Valley because his father grew in Chowchilla, CA but Mr. Brooks grew in New York.

Jimmy knows too well the agonies of abandonment. First, when his mother, Cecilia, ran away with Richard to pursue a better lifestyle. Then, due to his father’s, Damacio Baca, alcoholisms and violent behavior; he also had to leave Jimmy behind. In spite of the drawbacks from abandonment to being a maximum security prisoner in Arizona State Prison, Jimmy preserver’s the darkness of prison by overcoming his illiteracy. However Cecilia and Damacio is not as fortunate as their child; Cecilia is shot by Richard after confronting him for a divorce and Damacio chokes to death after he is released from the detox center(Baca 263). Therefore the most significant event in this section of the memoir, A Place to Stand by Jimmy Santiago Baca is the death of Jimmy’s parents.

Spending time in jail can really change a man. In the novel A Lesson Before Dying by award-winning author Ernest J Gaines, the story is about a young man with a challenge of a lifetime. Grant one of the main characters is given a task of changing a man. The novel takes place in Bayonne Louisiana, where the Civil Rights Act has not yet taken place. Segregation was still an issue at this time, and many of the characters throughout the novel face segregation head-on.

Yuuko was walking around this place. She had brought Maru and Moro with her. She had realized there was no coincidences or happenstance just the inevitable so she had thought it was inevitable that she had came here. Yuuko had wondered what Watanuki was doing at this moment, since he was becoming important to her. Yuuko was thinking making another shop in this place since she would be here for many years to come. [i]I wonder if Kimihiro is doing okay at this moment, but I don't think Hiwatari is necessarily his lady luck at all. He needs to stay with Doumeki[/i] Yuuko thought.

“Just now.” Taehyung yawned, letting go of Jungkook’s hand to stretch, his husky voice cracking a little from sleep as he let out a satisfied groan. Jungkook watched his body twisting, his shirt riding up to show smooth skin stretching taut over lean muscle, and couldn't help but reach out to touch. He ran his fingertips down Taehyung’s side and brushing them over the softer skin of his lower stomach, watching the muscles jump and flutter beneath his touch. Taehyung lifted his head to glance at him, eyebrow raised, lips stretched to one side in a lazy smirk, before sitting up, lightly, softly grabbing his wandering hand and holding it in place, hooded gaze flirty and teasing. Jungkook sat back and grinned appreciatively as Taehyung ran a

“I’m just sayin’! It’s obvious this guy has a thing for Haruhi! It’s sickening to try and watch him flirt!” Hikaru loudly insulted.

Yusei tells her she looks like a canvas. He's a strange guy. Looks like a fucking mess and he's sitting in a goddamned Starbucks with a loud, blond man. He tells her he likes the black rose on her forearm.

Yuki slowly opens her eyes letting a single ray of light pass through the darkness. In that light she sees a gallant young man kneeling over her holding a katana in his other hand. The young man was uncomfortable close to her. If she was not shaking from fear, Yuki would have thought of him handsome. His hair flows green down the back of his ears, complementing a thick green scarf around his neck.

“You were sat in the far corner of the room, hunched over that stupid little journal of yours, looking up at the blond lad you strolled in with every now and again. He was popular with the locals, woman had cheep alcohol so they were at no short supply but you didn’t seem too interested in any of them- come to think of it you didn’t seem to be interested in anything at all, other that your book. You were sipping a cocktail when some bird came to chat you up- I gathered from your stunned look didn’t speak too much Japanese. You both stuttered through hellos, by the way your Japanese accent is horrible, way to posh.”

“Damn. This. Stupid. Thing.” Freddy grumbled under his breath, wiping the beads of sweat that had begun accumulating on his brow. Frustrated, Fred interlocked his fingers behind his back, resulting in a loud CRACK from his spine. He sighed heavily as he dropped his hands to his side.

Tsukihito opened his mouth, intending to say something, but then closed it when he looked at me. His eyes widened when something wet fell on his hand. I raised my hand to my eyes and saw a tear on my

“Was it something I said?” Takagi thought to himself in great detail reviewing what had happened so far and what words have been said or exchanged dating back to the origin of today of him setting foot on school boundaries.

And it was true. Your body always seemed to hum with energy any time Itachi touched you, something you had never experienced with your past lovers. In fact you had never orgasmed until Itachi had invited you into his bed all those months ago after your umpteenth date. And you never wanted to leave it if he continued to keep winding you up higher than you had ever been before.

When Yuto turned his head, he saw a beautiful girl. She had long pink hair. Her eyes were a light blue, and they seemed to sparkle. Her clothes were a long, white robe that showed off her bodyline. She wasn’t wearing any shoes, it's a wonder she could go out like that.