Oikawa Dialectical Journal

Jessime said nothing as he heeded his masters commands. The boy climbed to his feet, a little wobbly at first but he regained his stance. As his master walked to the well, Jessime moved through the front entrance to get to the hog. He prepared the pig for them to eat again by stripping the left over meat and dropping it in the second well bucket that was left by the fire over night. Next the boy proceeded to grab his shirt and unstitch his other shirt sleeve, now he had a sleeveless shirt, perfect for the dry climate. After he carefully removed the thread from his shirt he grabbed a wood splinter and refined it with his dagger making a makeshift needle. Jessime grabbed the hog hide near by and began to diligently sew it into a hide sack. After

Once downstairs they all got settled in and Aries started up again, “Okay back to the whole Saturn thing, I think that its very important for us to discuss-” She was cut off by Pisces, “ITS SHELBY DAWSON!!” Aries looked over at the TV, “Hey Aries, you might want to check this out” Libra said hiring the TV. “In latest news there was a meteor shower last night, but this was not an ordinary meteor shower because the things falling from the sky were not meteors, but people, we’ll give you more on this when we come back.”. “You don’t think that they’re constellations, do you?” Virgo said worried. “Man I hope not, we already are so busy with Saturn’s attacks and all the other planets, the last thing we need is something else to worry about.” Aquarius

Harassment, Nammi nearly laughed at the idea of it. She hoped that he was simply joking, thankfully by his tone it seemed so. Not that she would care if some ninny got his panties in a wad over a simply nickname. It wasn't like she knew anyone's name after all, and as thing stood Nammi wasn't sure if she'd end up learning any of them. Being friendly and politically correct was not her concern at the moment though. No the war zone she now had to snake her way through was.

2. A very important memorable passage in this book is towards the end of the story when Tomi tries very hard to make his father’s boat rise. “”You can be very proud of him.” I nearly stopped breathing. Never had I heard Ojji-chan utter a hint of praise for anyone”” (246) One day Ojji-chan, Tomi’s grandpa, called Tomi, the main character, into the room they both shared. Inside he saw his late grandma`s altar with a traditional Japanese setting. Ojji-chan told the grandmother`s altar that she could be proud of what Tomi was doing. From someone who never praises anyone, Tomi did something extremely amazing and honorable by trying to bring his father`s sunken ship back up.

What stood out to me in these chapters, when I read the first page which reads, “Abena, my mother was raped by…?” (Page 1). Her body was taken advantage of against her will and at the tender age of about 16. Even Abena’s friend Jennifer was taken advantage of as she was forced to marry a man that she didn’t want to. It seemed as though men were an evil that plagued the lives of women and young girls. Second example is, when talking to the spirits of Abena and Mama Yaya, they often said to her, “Why can’t women do without men?”(Page 15). Every time Tituba was with another man they slept with her. Even though it was voluntary and never against her will, it seemed like the respect level for women and their bodies was very low. The night that Tituba

As a child, I had grown up watching this movie with my family, so finally reading the book brought back a lot of memories for me. I knew a lot of the things that were going to happen in advance, but I still ended up being surprised by many parts. For example, one part I was surprised by was when the author talked about Inigo Montoya’s backstory on page 125. It thoroughly explained things like the scars on his face, his hatred for the man with 6 fingers on his right hand, and talked about the reason he wanted to avenge his father. Having Inigo’s background clearly explained made the battle between him and the 6 fingered man a lot more intriguing. Another part that surprised me was the amount of narration that Goldman provided on page 327.

One frosty morning,Shelly woke up as a Rottweiler. Shelly went to go put on her makeup found out she was a dog, Shelly and her friends was dogs. Shelly always wonder how it would be to be a dog. She wonder if it was fun. After a while she thought it was a dream so she told her friends to hit her so she wake up, but it wasn’t a dream.

On page 51 the the second paragraph says "But he had to admit that on the days when Attean did not come the hours went by slowly." Attean didn't even like the lessons that Matt gave him. Although, Attean hated them he still went to Matts house. Therefore I believe that Attean only goes for company. Matt may feel the same way, maybe he feels lonely too. This is why I think that Matt feels like the hours go by slowly.

Who knew one could kill a messenger and right after take their own life. With the small success Christianity had been brought to its primitive land, I traveled down to the lower Niger and as the days went on I was more disappointed with the reality of each day that was brought upon. I stood watching Okonkwo, a man from the Umuofia clan, rise to protect his surroundings by not letting the messengers through. Okonkwo grabbed his machete and in the blink of an eye the messenger was unconscious, and his body lay on the ground like a butchered animal in a pool of blood. For one second, he was there and then gone quicker than one breath. Aside from the beat of my heart, no muscle would move. He killed one of our own and then acted as a coward, knowing

This passage is ironic due to the way that Okonkwo dies. The “year” that is being referred to is one yam season where the weather was so terrible that even the most experienced and hardworking farmers had terrible yields. It was so terrible that one man took his own life, due to his despair from failure. The trials of this year gave Okonkwo the confidence to face the rest of his life’s adversities with courage: if he had survived one of the worst yam seasons in the history of his village, he could survive anything. It added to his ego, and Okonkwo became a very stubborn and proud man, with a fierce attitude, and he believed that he could solve all his problems through hard work and brute strength. It was these qualities that he developed, however,

“I’m fine!” they rushed out, forcing their eyes to meet with his. It almost stung. “I really am fine.”

ME) Paul now you have all of the necessary information to you along your journey. It will not be an overnight fix, However if you stay committed to steps we both agreed on you will be just fine.

Okuyasu can relate to your fear, understanding what being on-guard 24/7 feels like. Nonetheless, he’d be crushed, wanting to show you how damn much he adores you. Internally, he’d be a wreck; he’s worry that he’s too gruff, or too scary, or just too... Okuyasu. It would absolutely break him. Still, he’d set his own feelings aside to focus on you, and improving your relationship together. He’d share his experiences about his own family with you, happy that you’d be able to identify with him, even if it’s over something so somber. Expect him to try to touch you more, getting you familiar to his affection, assuring that he’d never harm you.

This scene, personally, was most appealing because this is, in a way, the climax or build up that everyone has been waiting for since Loomis had arrived in the valley. Before Loomis had arrived, Ann had lived alone for over a year and she had been extremely excited and filled with immense joy of his arrival. Loomis had arrived with radiation-sickness and Ann nursed him back to health, while wondering if he could be the Adam to her Eve. But soon after, she realised that Loomis’ intentions weren’t morally right and he was plainly quite evil. The book then becomes a cat-and-mouse thriller because of Loomis’ erratic and threatening behaviour.

“Another strong image I have of Trudie but not as strong as the one where she flies. The other day I found her passport in her drawer when I was putting away my dad’s laundered handkerchiefs. I wish I hadn’t. For the purpose of the story, she should have it with her, I sat on my dad’s bed and flipped through page after page empty page. No stamps. No exotic locales. No travel-worn black smudges or creases. Just the ID information and my mother’s black and white photo which, if it were used in a psychology textbook on the meaning of facial expressions would be labeled: Obscenely, heartbreakingly hopeful.” (21)