The World Of The East Coast Of Massachusetts

During the 1700's, people in the American colonies lived in very distinctive societies. While some colonists led hard lives, others were healthy and prosperous. The two groups who showed these differences were the colonists of the New England and Chesapeake Bay areas. The differentiating characteristics among the Chesapeake and New England colonies developed due to economy, religion, and motives for colonial expansion. The colonists of the New England area possessed a very happy and healthy life. This high way of living was due in part to better farming, a healthier environment, and a high rate of production because of more

The New England colonies were formed by Protestants who were escaping England. They ‘planned’ their society. When they came over they brought entire families, not just random people. The Chesapeake region colonies were formed by whoever signed up. The reasons that resulted in the differences between the New England and the Chesapeake colonies were political, social, and economic.

In the late 17th century the New England and Chesapeake developed to two distinct societies with different economic and social societies, despite both regions being settled mostly by the English. The reason for settlement in each region was different which alludes to how the regions became so different. Each region demonstrates their difference, by the way the members of their society are treated, reasons for going to the americas, and use of religion in politics.

The immigrants that settled the colonies of Chesapeake Bay and New England came to the New World for two different reasons. These differences were noticeable in social structure, economic outlook, and religious background. As the colonies were organized the differences were becoming more and more obvious and affected the way the communities prospered. These differences are evident from both written documents from the colonists and the historical knowledge of this particular period in time.

New England and Chesapeake were both regions where the Englishmen had settled, they had many similarities, but also differences. Due to their differences it caused both New England and Chesapeake to become two different societies. Some of their differences were their religion, economy,government, and many more. These were the main reasons why they decided to become two distinct regions.

16. The English crown decided to combine East and West Jersey into a single royal colony in 1702 and called it New Jersey.

In America, one in five adults has a mental health condition, a staggering statistic. Appreciatively, recovery is the goal in the mental health centers of 2017. Nevertheless, in the 1950s, patients were provided with inhumane treatments such as lobotomies. Ken Kesey’s novel, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, provides an accurate portrayal of a psychiatric ward in the 1950s. The antagonist, Nurse Ratched, hopes her patients will not recover and manipulates them to gain authority. In contrast with the past, Nurses of the present day treat individuals with respect. Conduct towards mentally ill patients has changed since the 1950s in ways such as public attitude, medication, and

The grounds consisted of a main building, a barn, a small playground where the younger patients get to go if they're good, and a huge green yard with a greenhouse in the corner; they always say flowers can heal any soul, but I dare them to tell that to patient number 2784. Winnie Watson was the craziest one in the place. She's been here since she was seven years old; rumor has it that at her fifth birthday party she disappeared, she was at the park with her parents getting ice cream, they turned around for one second and she was gone. Two years later she reappeared, she wouldn't talk or look at anybody. The next day when she woke up she went berserk. In the interview her parents, with their strong Scottish accents and detailed Scottish faces said, “we kept callin’ her name, then we tried screamin’ her name. It was like she couldn't hear us. She was lost in her own head, murmuring random things in several different languages.” No one knows what happened to her, she hardly ever speaks, but when she does it's usually to me. I don't know why we clicked, maybe it's because on my first day here I gave her my food. When I first got here I didn't eat for a week, before I had my plan I was determined to kill myself, one way or another. But then I kept hanging out with Winnie everything felt less lonely. 5832 is my patient number and Logan Chase is my

Then they first sent me to the amnesia doctors. I still remember how the rooms look. The room was a kind of light kind of dark tan or a very light brown color; the room was also bright. They put the mask over me and released the gas. They also gave me an IPad that was in a red case. I remember very vividly I was playing the game Flow. I started to laugh and laugh. Then they toke the IPad away and told me it’s time for me to go to. I remember me lifting my arm up and waving it back and forth saying “no I don’t want to go sleep” then nothing else after that. It felt like seconds I woke up in

When she tried to get up from a bed that she was on, she couldn’t. She was restrained by what looked like leather straps. “Oh no,” Shanon murmured as she looked at her surroundings. She could make out other rooms with window much like that of which she was in. She had vivid memories of this location, or another like it. “Aha,” Shanon said when she remembered what the name of the building she was in was called. She was in a hospital.

I awoke in a stone cell, with no idea why I was there and the guards couldn’t tell me, it was almost like I had just appeared there. The man in the cell across from me kept shouting about how I was going to die, I was going to suffer, I just tuned him out. I had been in the cell for several days, with the guards feeding me at regular intervals and promising they would try to find out why I was imprisoned. On the fourth day, that’s when things started to happen, and I suddenly wished for things back as they had been before. Just to clarify when I first woke up in the cell I was totally naked except for a pair of tall black heels on my feet, the guards were clearly enjoying the view my body presented. I was hoping the guards would not see how excited I had become with them all watching my exposed body.

I become aware of the fact that I’ve been taken to a different room. White walls and a slab tile floor replace concrete, but the same imposing lights burn in the ceiling of my new smaller and no less austere windowless box. There are some slight improvements though. For one my steel gurney has been replaced by an, only slightly softer, clinical bed. For two, that loathsome semi-human drone of an interrogator is presently absent. At this some deep part of myself stirred. The words “that’s not fair” floated through my mind and I became filled with sadness. I remembered that even this seemingly vile person is capable of suffering, of pain, of despair, and of grief, of loneliness and fear, of love, and of heartbreak. I began to weep, for myself, for him, for the

The walls featured wood sticking out for the inmates to sleep in abysmal conditions. In the tiny, cramped rooms, the scent of body odor seemed to be the permanent aroma. Contributing to that fact, we shuffled along shoulder to shoulder and the glass-fronted cabinets enclosed old basket, dirty shoes with holes worn straight through the sole, and even worse, old locks of hair- all stacked on top of each other to fill each gruesome display case.

There was an itch on my forearm. I reached over and dug my nails into a thick fabric. Confused, I opened my eyes and noticed that I was wearing an orange jumpsuit. The air was cold and smelled rotten. There were black metal bars covering three of the four walls that surrounded me. My head was pressed against a cream colored pillow that I assumed was once white. The hard cot left knots in my muscles.

White bed, white walls, all surfaces are padded. I am patient 133 of the Genevieve Oaks Asylum for the Insane. I sit up. I can hear the rain coming down outside. First the pitter patter of small drops hitting the ground, but soon the pouring of water from the roof splashes down, as the intensity of the rain increases. Through the dark I can see my cellmate staring at me with a blank expression. His name is Amon and I’ve known him all my life, even before I was a patient in this asylum. He’s unusually tall, thin, with black hair and very quiet. He is my only friend in this world and my only friend in this dreary asylum. The night comes quickly here, the days are a blur and soon it’s dark. Now the moon has taken the