Essay On The Carter

Carter G. Woodson is known as the father of Black History. He is also the second African American to ever earn his Ph.D. On February 7th, 1926 Woodson organized Negro History Week which led to the recognition of African American achievements over the entire month of February every year which is known as Black History Month. Woodson believed that African Americans may have lacked the motivation to learn because they weren’t learning about their own heritage and culture. He worked towards equality and to make African Americans thought of as more than just a race. Without Woodson’s accomplishments the achievements of the African American race may still be ignored and overlooked today.

“I don’t know” Phoenix smiled back “I was hoping maybe you’d stay up here with me while I go through some of it so I’m not by myself in case something goes wrong”

Hey, Fred! This is Kobe-congrats on most outstanding sophomore by the way! I sat next to Carter today during their band class & he's doing excellent; just tell him to play out a little more because his sound is more mature than many of the kids around him, but overall I was really impressed today with his musicianship!

Marlene snorted. “No wonder Lily thinks you're arrogant. You act like Pettigrew would die without you telling him what to do.”

He had been shot down. It felt as if his heart had been ripped out of him. The music faded into the background as the party raged on. Colors began to swirl as Paul slumped over on a couch.

“That’s wonderful. I can’t wait to see it. Where is Lester anyway?” I asked as I sat up and yawned.

“What are you thinking Phoenix?” Mike questioned, clearly looking for any way out right now.

Sam straightened up from the bush she was behind and shrugged. "Okay, I'll give you that one, but only because we're not done yet and I have

He grabbed at Auron's wrist to get him to let go. “You said you wanted all monies today so we could leave.”

When he entered the alley he felt worse than before. He grabbed onto the fire ladder which led up to his window. That’s when he heard it. A soft voice glided around him. “James, accept me.”

“She had no control over her being able to use magic. Besides, she wouldn’t have survived by herself. I couldn’t just let her be on her own, knowing I could help her.” Phoenix admitted.

“I hope you’re right, dear.” There was a sigh of defeat coming from the other end, “I’m just worried.”

“Liam?” A tiny voice asked. There was a small knock at the door. Harry popped one eye open and bit his lower lip as he cursed under his breath. The knob jiggled and the lock clicked. Harry quickly sat up and began to stumble to his feet. The cold air hit him in an icy blast. He poked his head out of the shower and began to reach for a towel.

Levi scratched at his neck. "Well, I told Jake that I 'd hang out with him this

“Hey dude this is taking way too long I gotta go.” Mars stated as he grabbed his items and turned his back to the counter.