Sinbad Dialectical Journal

Chapter 5: Paul explains about how unsanitary the camps are, explaining that he and his friends had gotten louses (lice) in their head, and they try to attempt to get it off. Haie tries to cheer up the rest of the soldiers by telling them that he might have got the lice from the hospital, but he is the one who laugh the most, for 30 minutes straight. After trying to get the lice off themselves, they hear that Himmelstoss got in trouble for harassing the soldiers, and the magistrate’s son caught him in the action. Hearing the news that Himmelstoss got in trouble for his wrongdoings, Paul and the rest of the group start planning out what they should do or say to Himmelstoss when he comes back to the camp. When talking about what they should do

Kayla- The morning of April 19, 1775 , Britain’s General Gage would send out squadrons of British soldiers stationed in Boston .

1. I would put myself in the place of the man on the horse he looks like he could be the leader, so the leader.

1. A large amount of construction and building work was going on in the city. Unfortunately for the people, construction meant delays, but all for a good end result. “Construction delays elsewhere on the grounds were especially frustrating” (pg 167) Chicago is booming with new buildings and constructions sights everywhere. This quote shows the work of construction that is all over the city.

1.) The ending did not surprise me; I think it may have if we hadn’t discussed it in class. I think I would have been very surprised and confused, if I hadn’t known the ending prior to reading it.

The underworld seemed to be getting colder and I couldn’t tell if it was because I’d fled the room that was lit or because Hades’s heart had been nearly ripped out. I was weeping pretty hard by now, feeling awfully betrayed and as lonely as my injurer. I felt my way around in the darkness for a while, thankful to the slight bluish glow that seemed to at least partially lighten ones way down in the underworld.

The second some portion of this book is more centered around how Augusts cherished one feel about him and with him. I welcome the writer for taking from August family and companions point of view since it will help perusers comprehend the story better with more noteworthy profundity and feeling. For example, just August's family can catch superior to anything anybody what he needs to experience. A decent illustration of would be that they generally guard August against open and never dither. To me, creator's message was excessively mindful individuals of how little acknowledgment we have, and how little we bargain? I trust that on the off chance that it was my kin in August spot I would act likewise to August's kin and folks. It is just characteristic that we think more about our blood relations than whatever other relationship.

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.

Emelie squealed sheepishly, and she quickly shoved her books into her bag and slammed her locker shut.

PER REPORTER: The reporter said today Adien spoke with his teacher and wrote her a about his grandfather (Roger) verbally abusing him. According to Adien, every other day his grandfather calls him “dumb ass and shit for brain”, and he said he does not feel good about the way Roger treats him. He said just yesterday while he was at home in the kitchen his Roger threatened to push him onto the bed and break the bed. Adien said he does not know if his grandmother heard his grandfather threaten him due to her being near by. However, he said he does not think his grandmother is aware of the way Roger treats him. He said Roger does not treat the other children in the home like he treats him and he does not understand why Roger treats him bad. Adien

Samael's eyes too filled with tears, but they weren't tears of sadness or even pain, but of joy. He smiled widely, a trembling hand lifting to gently caress Amaimon's cheek, brushing away his own tears. He knew it must have surprised his brother, especially considering the way he cried so suddenly. He could see an immeasurable amount of guilt in his mate's gaze and he knew it tore him asunder. It hurt, it did, but it didn't matter, being with Amaimon like this mattered. Over The last few months together Samael had learned once again how to read his brother's emotions easily and he knew just by looking up at him and that guilt that just as he had the earth King had imagined this. He'd thought of this too, but slower, gently, just like the time

The novel opens with a narrative directive, presumably to the reader: Imagine a ruin so strange it must never have happened. First, picture the forest. I want you to be its conscience, the eyes in the trees. What is the effect of this directive on you as a reader? What does it suggest about the novel that’s about to unfold? As Orleanna continues her narration, who does the “you” that she is speaking to appear to be? To what great disasters does she allude? Why is she telling the story looking back (past) on Africa while the girls seem to tell it as if it’s happening (present) in Africa? “And now we are here” (Kingsolver 13).

To Yossarian he was “living” the dream, because he could fake pains and need to stay in the hospital for days at a time until he “felt better” which kept him out of flying missions. While this was “everything he wanted”, we later learn that Colonel Cathcart (complete ignorant sun of a gun) keeps raising the missions the soldiers have to fly until they are allowed to be grounded and this actually hurts Yossarian’s plan of staying here until the war is over. Although the hospital seemed to be his paradise, no one liked him there but let him stay even though some knew he was lying about the pains in his liver, bringing up one of the several reasons his squadron was very contradictory and messed

He couldn’t see her too well with the sun setting behind her, but he admired her curvaceous legs and generous chest. A number of erotic thoughts filled Charles’ mind in a matter of seconds. He filed away the sun dappled profile of the unknown woman for later fantasizing. She seemed to sense him staring at her, and stood up straight; staring at his direction. Charles met her gaze for a few seconds and that was all it took. In that mere frame of time, the sun had decided to set – with a mind of its own. He felt as if there were forces down below that caused this. From what Charles could see; raven hair; and ruby lips. His favourite. Turning quickly back to the water in sheer embarrassment, Charles feigned the notion and looked out towards lake. He let out a long sigh – wishing he could gather up the courage to just ask her out for a cup of coffee; just to have a decent conversation with another human being. Charles was desperate for a woman’s scent. He longed for the touch of a woman; the warm embrace of their welcoming chest; the touching breath on his cheek. He desired everything a woman had to offer but had unfortunately experienced very little of it. He reprimanded himself for his timidity and grimaced at his reflection below him. Upon turning his heels, intent on drinking himself to sleep for the night, Charles was confronted by the small child that was with the woman. But where was she? He felt a slight tap on his shoulder and slightly craning his neck, Charlie laid eyes on her beckoning face – making out her features for the first time. Desperate to break the awkward silence, Charlie began to open his mouth. He was about to mutter his signature, squeaky ‘hey’, right before she pressed her finger to his mouth. She rested her finger on his face for what seemed like an eternity for Charles. Strawberries, he thought. She smells like strawberries. Acting purely on instinct, Charlie opened his

The thought of his father made her sigh and shake her head, as she went to the locked wardrobe his father said was hers. He gave her the key before leaving the night before. It was overflowing with dresses, of rich material by the feel of it. Undergarments were of soft cotton and new corsets. She dressed quickly, angry that he thought he could buy her back with such things and locked it again.