Research Paper On Niceville

Thomasville is forty miles long to Florida, and fifty miles to Blue Ridge. Thomasville was named by a leader called Thomas was a confederate leader. Thomasville was home to Cheerokee Indians that was forced to leave. Thomasville is known for the roses that grows becuse of the warm spring and cool falls. Thomasville history is exciting becuse of all the things that had happen here. Thomasville population is 18,413 people. the lowest temperture was -17 degrees. Thomasville is important to our bees becuse thier is a bunch of flowers needs to be pollend so that they can grow into more beatiful plants. Thomasville is home to the first train yard in 1900s but know its called csx train yard.

In the lower western plains of Georgia lies a small, but extravagant city by the name of Thomasville, located in Thomas County. Bordering Florida, this small 15 square mile city founded in 1826 provides an array of diverse historical and entertaining sights. For example, the “Big Oak” is the oldest tree in Georgia. Located in the heart of Thomasville this tree dates back to the late 1600s, making the tree over 329 years old! Nonetheless, Thomasville, being the historic city it is, provided a great Confederate role in the Civil War by hosting a prison camp for the Federals. This strident prison camp was temporarily home to more than 4,000 impotent Federal soldiers eventually ordered to be removed from the camp. After the war, Thomasville was

The citizens of Paintsville spent their time pulling coal out of the valleys trying to make a living. On May 18, 1929 Carl Mahan, age 6, and Cecil Van Hoose, age 8, were walking on the hills of Paintsville, Kentucky looking for scrap metal. The boys came across a scrap piece of iron which they were going to sell to a junk dealer for some pocket change. The two boys began to argue over the piece of iron when Cecil snatched it out of Carl’s hands. This upset Carl enough that he ran home and got his father’s 12-gauge shotgun, which was kept above the door. Carl then returned to the hillside and shouted “I’m going to shoot you!” then he pulled the trigger killing Cecil Van Hoose.

I worked my butt off with my dad every year. We had a family challenge, who could get the highest college or high school GPA. I am proud of what I accomplished, but I lost. My middle brother graduated with over a four point zero GPA at Troy High School. I was close with a three point eight five, but my dad beat us all. He graduated first in his class at The Ohio State University.

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

This speaks to his lack of experience with true happiness. Pleasantville is not perfect, but he has never been even close to perfect. This makes him misjudge a community that is obviously not perfect. Honestly, that is understandable because his life is even more flawed than Pleasantville. The fact that he sees Pleasantville as a sort of utopia exposes how poorly he views his own life. He also blames a large number of his problems on the complexities of the social scene in High School, and he envies the straightforwardness of social life in Pleasantville. There seem to be very few hidden agendas, deep relationships involve only hand-holding, and he knows everything about the show, giving him an advantage in succeeding

Thanks to my parents pushing me to do my best, I have an outstanding work ethic in school and on the field. Because of this effort and work put in, I have been a captain on basketball, football, and baseball teams. Not only were my parents important factors but, so were my coaches and teachers. Coaches and teachers have pushed me to do the best I could and told me when I did things wrong, but praised me when I did them right. They helped to slowly build my character, leadership, scholarship and dedication to everything and anything that I do so that when I had to do something it was done the right way instead of halfway.

First of all, in Pleasantville, People may think that they have happy lives. They are truly independent. They can do anything that they want. In fact, their life is so conventional. For example, George is a head of a family. He works hard at his job during the working hour. Then he would come home as he always does. He would take off his coat, put down his suitcase and say, “Honey, I’m home”. Betty, his wife, would offer him a warm welcome with all the dinner that is nicely prepared on the table. They basically have

My first memory that I have of Hotchkiss was the day that I was enrolled in kindergarden. It was the first time that I had seen the town since we had moved here from Texas. To a kid who had never seen anything other than endless acres of shrubs and mesquite trees, the towering mountains and greenery blew me away. For months I would spend all of my time after school exploring where I lived and biking around town with my friends. As the years have gone by this tiny town has still kept that certain magic that enthralled me as a kid, if only in a more reminiscent way rather than just pure wonder. However, the most important part of Hotchkiss to me is the effect that it had on who I am. From the day that I became a part of this lovely town, I have learned three major values that have played a key role in the decisions I’ve made. These values were hard work, community, and pride.

The lack of color on the television show Pleasantville describes a lot more than our technological advancements, it artistically captures the lack of free will we once had. Breaking free from their shells of self awareness the people of Pleasantville start to display their true colors so to speak. The distinct changes or unusual new found attitudes stirring up inside pleasantville remind myself of our very own past here in the united states over the last century or so.

Of the first person to attempt to view history through the eyes of feminism, Simone de Beauvoir asserts that man is the great subject and woman is the other – man is seen as essential, woman is not. Her primary argument is that men fundamentally oppress women by characterizing them as the ‘other’. The author also believes that women’s inferiority in society is not a result of natural, sexual differences but rather of differences in the societal development of men and women. She argues that women are not born passive; rather, “kept in a situation of inferiority”, one becomes used to the fact that she “is inferior” (xxiv).

When I was a young child, my parents were both hard working individuals. My mother worked in the custodial department at a center for the developmentally disabled and my father was a self-employed handyman. I frequently spent time with both parents while they were at their jobs and from an early age I had a good understanding of what they did for work. My mother’s work looked hard and dirty, and I hated cleaning as a kid so I knew that line of work probably wasn’t going to be a life dream for me. The one thing I enjoyed about going to my mom’s work was getting to interact with the clients. The interactions with the clients allowed me to learn about disabilities and from a young age, taught me that everyone is different. In regards to my dad’s line of work, I loved going to jobs with him and working on projects in the garage. For that reason, I think that is why I complete tasks with great precision and have creative attributes.

One person I personally know that inspires me a lot is my father. My father has always been very involved in my life and had a very positive impact on who I have become. He came to the United States when he was eleven years old with nothing. The English language was foreign to him and everything was being risked. The comfort of being in a place you have been all your life and having friends and family surrounding you was gone. Yet his parents knew this was what was best for him, so they brought him over. Things were not easy for my father and some of my family members either. They all lived crammed up in a one bedroom apartment. However, they were not discouraged. My father fought and fought for what he wanted to achieve. I admire him greatly because of how hard working he is. Everything he has accomplished today was thanks to his amazing work ethic. This is what really makes me want to be like him. If I am able to strive and fight like he did, especially with my studies, I have faith I will achieve all I want.

As I entered my teen years, my father expected more out of me than just being a good student. Dad always seemed to have projects going on around the house, and I became his helper. It did not matter what the project was, he always seemed to need my help and I was not happy about that. I had better things to do than wasting a weekend working around the house. Somehow my dad knew how to do everything and felt it was his job to teach all of it to me. I was a teenager and had all of the knowledge I would ever need, so I thought. As it turned out, most of the skills I obtained helping my father led me to a rather lucrative career in manufacturing a few years later.

My father's protectiveness and selflessness generated at a young age for him. He is the ninth of twelve children, and often told us stories of how he had to look after, and practically raise his three younger siblings after my grandfather had passed. He made certain they completed their chores around my grandmother's farm, maintained good hygiene practices, and kept up with their schoolwork. School was extremely important to my father, because he knew an education was the only way he could be successful.