Julie Diary Entry

The general made one of his deepest bows. "I see," he said. "Splendid! One of us is to furnish a repast for the hounds. The other will sleep in this very excellent bed. On guard, Rainsford."

He then goes on to describe how “Colonel Sartoris invented an involved tale to the effect that Miss Emily’s father had loaned money to the town, which the town, as a matter of business preferred this way of repayment.” Remitting Miss Emily’s taxes was a

Then one warm May evening in 1862, a Union troop gathered in my local hotel. I hid upstairs, eavesdropping through a hole on the floorboards. It was exciting to hear secrets poured out, and the adrenaline pumped through my blood. I rode out acting and bluffing my way past the Union sentries and conveyed my information, which allowed Jackson?s army to win a battle. I braved enemy fire that put holes in my skirt. For my contributions, I was awarded the position of captain, a true honor. I continued to carry more messages after that.

Martha Ballard, a famous Maine midwife, attended more than eight hundred births during her twenty-seven year tenure as sole midwife to her community. She journaled regularly over the course other adult life, yielding nearly ten thousand diary entries in total. This archive provides an unparalleled look into the role of the midwife in the delivery process. Additionally, several of Martha Ballard’s patients, especially one Mrs. Weston (sometimes referred to as Mrs. Williams) who exhibited symptoms of puerperal insanity such as “deriliam.” Ballard notes that her condition may be the result of both physical and emotional trauma.

Elizabeth and I soon start walking next to each other. We both are just trying to enjoy a wonderful day in Salem. The birds were singing you could smell that the air was fresh, the flowers were blossomed, and you could just tell spring was here. This wonderful day came to a halt when I spoke the first word to Elizabeth.

Tonight is our last night in Valley Forge. General Washington says we’re moving out sometime tomorrow. The British had left Philadelphia and there are plans for us to zone in. After being stationed here for six months, I can’t say that I’ll miss it. If the British army had seen us during the first few winter months, they would have assumed that their work was all but done. They would only have to wait until all fourteen-hundred of us all died off or packed up and went home. The winter in Valley Forge was tough; there was a limited amount supplies and illness was common, but General Washington kept us together and Baron von Steuben helped turn us into an army to look out for.

Does excessively micromanaging kids by overprotective parents affect their life post-college? Julie Lythcott-Haims addresses this concern supplementary to many others written in her book, How to Raise an Adult: Break Free of the Overparenting Trap and Prepare Your Kids for Success. The key theme is outlined perfectly, as Lythcott shows a great deal of concern for these children’s parents, as they do essentially everything for their child(ren). “Meanwhile, each year I saw more and more parents come to campus with their freshman kid and then . . . stay, literally or virtually, to: ask questions; select courses, activities, majors, internships, and careers; solve problems; handle conflicts; defend and advocate for their student; register for classes;

He quickly dressed, grabbed his sword, and ran outside ready for action. Then he finally heard what people were shouting about. The British captured his family. He immediately rushed to the general’s tent, burst in it, hollering, “We must save them!” He saw with shock that the general’s pistol was on him. “Oh, it’s you,” said the general setting down his gun. “Now what’s all this about saving who and doing what?” he said. “My wife! And children!” Matthew gasped trying to catch his breath. “Why? What has happened?” the general inquired. “The redcoats have taken my family captive and I need permission to lead a rescue mission,” stated Major Matthew. “Granted!” barked the general, “Matthew! Get them home.” Matthew smiled and sprinted out of the tent calling to his men to prepare for battle and on the double. Five minutes later his men were in a diamond formation awaiting orders. “Innocent people’s lives are at stake,” roared Matthew, ”As a matter of fact my family’s lives are stake and they are being held hostage by the vile lobster-backs. I would ask you to follow me to save them and I would be forever in any man’s debt if he comes and fights for me. Who is with me!” he shouted. Matthew was surprised that not only all of his men cheered, but that 300 more voices around him also bellowed out. Recovering from his shock he said, “ We

One day, Abby, Jenna, and their parents were going camping. Early in the morning, their mom ran into their room and yelled that they were late and needed to go right that second. They jumped out of bed and dumped one of their drawers into their suitcase. They closed it, got ready, and ran to the car.

As I returned the roller with Bernie we heard the bell ring. Only six more hours and we are done for the day. I headed to my next station to see that someone had taken my position. I figured that as long as someone was there I could go off on my own. I quickly rushed to the postal stand and grabbed paper and a pencil. I scurried back to the room with caution so that none of the soldier suspected anything. I sat down on my bed and began

Born to an enslaved black woman on a plantation in Virginia. I no longer know what I was born as, for I was renamed after the slave master. Catherine MARSHALL, name added insult to injury. That identity did does not belong to me. Taken away quite early for no reason other than to cut her free of my love and affection. It worked because I have no feelings toward my mother nor do I remember a single detail about her. I witnessed the hanging, torturing and killing of who I knew to be my blood relatives. I had become numb to it. No family, no sense of belonging. I currently know nothing about myself for. How old am I? What’s my real name? Do I have any family left? No sense of cultural identity. I am rootless.

Julie of the Wolves is a favored classic written by Jean Craighead George. Its genre is said to be a children’s literature and it’s also a book of adventure. Julie of the Wolves is a book about a thirteen-year-old girl named Miyax -also called Julie- who lives in Northern Alaska (Miyax was an Eskimo girl that liked to live by tradition). She lived with her father (Kapugen), for her mother had died of disease. Soon after her mother’s death, Miyax’s father decided they would move to a seal camp (out of grief). She had not gone to school and didn’t plan to. One day, Miyax’s Aunt Martha came to their house arguing that Miyax must come live with her and go to school (she had to go to school by law) and Miyax’s father must go to war. She was forced to leave her beloved father and move to a more modern, American place called Mekoryuk, Alaska. Miyax later is given the opportunity to marry a traditional Eskimo boy, named David, and move in with him and his family (she decides to do so only to do so because it is tradition to marry at such a young age). After a while of living with David and his family, Miyax has had enough trouble and can’t handle the situation anymore (there are a few specific reasons that make her decision to leave final, but I don’t want to spoil too much). She wants to go to San Francisco to meet her pen pal and live with her, so she runs off to the open tundra

Julie Andrews was born Julia Elizabeth Wells on 1 October 1935 in Walton-on-Thames, Surrey. She is a born natural at performing, and she loves the stage. She made her first stage appearance at the very young age of two, as a fairy. Her aunt, Joan worked for dancing school where her mother, Barbara provided piano accompaniment for classes and performances, and her father, Ted made the stage sets. It was all too natural for her to come to be on the stage. Due to her mother’s stage ambitions for her, she was home taught and as her father was a teacher, it became convenient.

Dear journal, Carter here. Yesterday we went to the Fifty-first Nome in Texas, to attend the Dallas Museum of Art’s party that was held by J.D. Grissom, the leader of the Fifty-first Nome. We had gone to warn him about the lord of chaos, Apophis, and how he planned to find an artifact, destroy it and kill everyone in the museum. We had met up with J.D. Grissom in the sculpture garden where the main party was being held and warned him of the upcoming threat. He didn't seem to believe us at first, and said “The Tut exhibit has been open for a month now. If Apophis was going to strike, wouldn't he have done it already?”. We decided it would be better if we explained on the way to the exhibits. As we walked we

This was the most ostensible service to an ascendant mercantile nation such as sixteenth century England, but due to this discourse’s destination, Roger seems over-concerned with enumerating his other services and successes, often to the point of exaggeration. However, these, alongside concerns about payment are a recurring theme in diplomatic reports of the seventeenth century. Rogers, no different, extolled his successes preventing Danes sailing under Spain as it was ‘against the leagues and intercourses’ as well as minor services like freeing English customs-avoiders from captivity.