while in school. Another name associated with Hitler as well as his time of power is Anne Frank. “...But I 'm not sorry, memories mean more to me than dresses.” From Anne Frank’s first diary entry (Simkin, John.) that simple sentence speaks volumes to what kind of person Anne was. From books, plays, movies and her diary about her life they have captivated so many for years. A child who grow up in a time that would go down in history and be forever remembered for generations to come, that still managed
Day 1: My day started as any other day. We all got on the plane, on our way too a place, I forgot the name. Then the next thing, the plane was in flames and we crashed on the island. I was climbing this hill when I heard this sound, I took the choirboys with me and we found this boy with a shell and a bunch of other boys crowded around him. We all introduced ourselves and three of us when off to find food. I was with Ralph and Simon, this boy, Piggy, wanted to come but I told him “no.” We found a
Diary entry 23: I don’t know. I just don’t know what I should do. Father says that I have to join the Sons of Liberty, but I’m not sure that I want to. He says that they fight for a independence, freedom, and not having taxes. I don’t know much about taxes but, I have noticed that ever since they have gone into place, we haven’t had much food anymore. The conversation at dinner tonight got more tense than regular. Father said that tomorrow night we are going to have to give up our beds to British
started that entry. I should have told you normal things that are stated in an opening entry, such as how I got this
July 18, 64 A.D. Dear Diary, It was a warm, clear night when it happened. I was sitting on the roof of our household eating my evening meal, as I had done quite often in the summer. I was in a cheerful mood at the time. I sat thinking about what a wonderful day I had had, and I thanked God for it. Gradually, I began to notice a faint orange glow in the distance; quite far off but it was very bright. My instincts told me something was wrong, but I could not think what it could be, as I had been tired
I didn’t plan on writing this diary entry neither did I plan on remembering everything that happened before I became a carer. It was my donors that made me look back at my life and maybe I needed that, my past is a part of me. I’m Kathy and “I’m thirty one years old, and I’ve been a carer now for 11 years” (Ishiguro 3). This sounds like a long time I know, but they’ve been pleased with my work. My donors have always ended up doing much better than expected. Their recovery process has been great,
Journal Entry: It’s my first day staying here and i feel sick to my stomach. I can’t get rid of this knot in my stomach. I feel like I’m going to pass out cold. The owner apoligized and gave me two advil and helped me to bed. I was laying in bed but couldn’t fall asleep due to this horrible pain. Its then when I started thinking how i could have gotten so sick in meer minutes. I retraced my steps to try and mentally follow a trail to find what caused it. I felt fine when i first arrived, and even
If I ever find out who has killed my loved ones, I will be the death of them or they be the death of me. Macduff I am writing this entry, sitting at a desk in Scone. I have recently witnessed my dear friend Macbeth crowned King of Scotland. I am still in shock after the strange happenings of the past few days, so I am not yet overcome with neither joy nor grief. I should be happy for
Diary entry 2: We landed in independence, MO. We took a little rest overnight and one of the Indians took our kid Hamilton Weaver. We have not found him yet and I think that they are going to give up hope. He's been gone for 5 weeks and we are already at the Platte River.I can only imagine what he looked like: blonde and brunette hair but mostly brunette about 3”. I didn't know him that well because he usually just stayed in the wagon but most people say that he was really nice and never complained
Dear diary, I have changed so much these past weeks It’s crazy! Just at the ceremony I was a small town girl in a small colony. Then I got picked for the testing and It all changed. I can’t believe how tall I’ve become in just a few weeks and how mature I’ve become now. I am not very scared of blood anymore since all that time stitching up thomas and will. I hope thomas gives me some of the pills so I can remember everything that happened but I also could write everything down on a chalkboard