Unit 24 Assignment - Test B?
What was the Reform Act of 1832? A. A bill that gave industrial cities representation in Parliament and middle-class men who owned property the right to vote B. An act that limited the working hours of children in textile factories in Great Britain C. A law that abolished slavery in Great Britain D. A law in Great Britain that gave women the right to vote 2. Which of the following was a stipulation of the Factory Act? A. Teenagers could not work more than 10 hours a day in factories. B. Children between the ages of 9 and 13 were required to receive two hours of schooling a day. C. Children working in factories were to receive the same wages as adults. D. Factory managers were required to give workers under the age of 18 three small breaks a day. 3. What reform occurred in Great Britain in 1833? A. Women gained the right to vote. B. Child labor was outlawed. C. Slavery was abolished. D. Working hours for factory workers were limited to 60 hours per week. 4. What was the People’s Charter? A. A petition sent to Parliament in 1832 demanding voting rights for women B. A petition sent to Parliament in 1847 requesting that all men, regardless of class or social status, be given the right to vote C. A charter drawn up by liberal activists in 1885 declaring mutiny against the British Parliament D. A petition sent to Parliament in 1839 that demanded voting rights for all men 5. Women gained some ground in their fight for voting rights in 1918 when Parliament granted the right to vote to A. married women. B. women who owned property. C. women over the age of 30. D. women in certain professions, such as teachers and nurses. 6. What reform occurred during 1867 in the British colonies in Canada? A. Several Canadian colonies were united by the British Parliament and were granted the power to govern themselves. B. Canada was declared an independent nation, free of British rule. C. Canadian colonists rebelled, boycotting British goods and attacking British ships that came into harbor, in an effort to gain independence from Great Britain. D. Colonists were given the right to vote. 7. What occurred following the Congress of Vienna, leading to the establishment of the French Republic? A. Democratic republics were formed across Europe. B. Ethnic groups who wanted to govern themselves had their hopes fulfilled. C. Louis XVIII was restored to the French throne. D. Democratic reforms were supported in areas conquered by Napoleon. 8. Which of the following represents the correct sequence of French rulers? A. Napoleon I, Napoleon II, Napoleon III, Louis XVIII B. Charles X, Louis Philippe, Louis Napoleon C. Charles X, Louis XVIII, Louis Napoleon, Louis Philippe D. Louis Philippe, Charles X, Napoleon III 9. Match the following events with their correct description. 1. Revolution of 1830 2. Revolution of 1848 3. The beginning of the Second Empire in France 4. The beginning of the Third Republic 1 2 3 4 A. Louis Philippe abdicates, and Louis Napoleon becomes president. 1 2 3 4 B. Napoleon III was captured during the Franco-Prussian War and surrendered. 1 2 3 4 C. Louis Napoleon dissolves the National Assembly and is elected emperor by the people. 1 2 3 4 D. Charles X flees France, and Louis Philippe is crowned king. 10. Which of the following is a factor that led Haiti to declare its independence from Europe? A. King Philip I sent troops in an effort to invade the island. B. Father Hidalgo led a resistance party to conquer Napoleon’s troops. C. Toussaint L’Ouverture led a revolt against French settlers. D. Simon Bolivar led a military campaign against French troops. 11. What were the two primary ethnic groups that were in conflict in Latin America? A. Mexicans and French B. Creoles and peninsulares C. Portuguese and Native Americans D. Mulattoes and Spanish 12. What was a major contributing factor of the bloody revolt against French settlers on Saint-Domingue? A. French settlers resisted a new law that gave mulattoes and people of mixed ancestry the right to vote. B. French settlers were trying to banish mulattoes and people of mixed ancestry from the island. C. Slaves wanted to take control of the island. D. Slaves were fighting for better working conditions. 13. Spanish colonies in Latin America grew in wealth and prosperity. This wealth gave many people access to education and new ideas. How did this contribute to independence movements? A. Colonists realized they would be able to gain even more wealth if they were independent of Europe. B. Educating themselves about other world religions made colonists want to be able to determine their own religion and not be forced into Catholicism. C. Colonists were able to formally train more people and develop a strong and powerful army.
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Alice The nurse wheels me in before the frosty window. “There we are Alice dear. Now you can enjoy the view! Isn’t that nice?†I sigh inwardly. The woman only looks about thirty-five. She’s just a girl. Far too young to be calling me ‘dear’. “That’s delightful!†I grimace, answering in her own sugary tone. She smiles, obviously pleased that her idea had been a success, and wanders off to deal with some of the other old people in the home. As I stare at the pane of glass in front of me, I look but I don’t see the view. Instead, I watch as a tear slips down my wrinkled reflection. I was old. Tired. And so alone. I sit back with a hollow sigh, and let my mind wander back, back to those days of my girlhood. To the people of my childhood… It was the night of the village dance. “Hurry up Alice!†moaned Joan. Joan was my best friend, a fiery confident girl, always bossing me about, left right and centre. I smiled at the slender, red-headed young woman sprawled over my old eiderdown bedspread. “Patience is a virtue…†I grinned infuriatingly; laughing at her hard glare, as she silently dared me to finish the age old proverb. Turning my back on her, I pushed a pair of scratched gold earrings into my ears, heirlooms from my long dead grandmother. Joan, always inconsistent in her moods, leapt off the bed with a creak of springs, her faded best dress whirling, her blue eyes sparkling. “Are you ready now?†she demanded impatiently. “Of course I am†I replied sweetly. I performed a small pirouette on the spot. “How do I look?†Joan’s face softened. “You look beautiful, as always.†Joan surged out of my bedroom, taking the wooden stairs tow at a time. I winced at the crashes. Glancing in the large shard of age stained mirror propped up on my mantle piece, I scanned my familiar face. I suppose I was quite pretty, if a little ordinary looking. I pushed back my glossy, chestnut brown bob, which Joan had recently cut for me to look like the film star Ava Gardner. She said it suited me. I wasn’t so sure. And I wished I could get rid of my freckles. Jimmy used to pretend he was doing a dot-to-dot picture when we were little. Jimmy. I followed Joan’s footsteps, pausing at the top of the unevenly floored landing, in front of a closed door; Jimmy’s door. Jimmy was my kind-hearted, compassionate brother. He’d left to join the front line last year, just a boy, just nineteen years old. I smiled at the memory of him marching proudly around the house in full uniform, polishing his tin helmet in front of the fire, his warm brown eyes bright, his bright blonde hair gleaming. As I had fretted about him going out there, Jimmy had just smiled and hugged me close. “Don’t worry about me Alice. They say this world war’ll not be like the first one. It’ll be over by Christmas – that’s only 3 months away!†A year had passed. We knew he was fine. He had been sent to France, and we received weekly letters from him, telling us all about the recent advancements, the living conditions, the other men. And about Charlie. Charlie and Jimmy had been best friends even before the war, and it was pure chance that they had been issued the same company, being christened Private Charles McConnell and Private James Gordon, names far too sophisticated and manly for the two smiling teenagers I knew so well. I smiled wanly as I recalled the three of us, best friends, comrades, playing in the country lanes and the woods near our village. Charlie had never thought of me as anything but a kid he would hang around with, despite me being only a year younger, but two months before he left for France with Jimmy, something had changed between us when we had first kissed, atop Oak Hill and very soon we had realised that we were falling in love. It broke my heart when they went away. I barely slept those first few weeks, from the terror that something might happen to them. And although I received letters from them both most weeks, for some reason Charlie had never visited. Jimmy had been able to take leave and come home twice since he had left, but even I could see that he had changed so much. He went from a bright, carefree boy, to a muscular, battle hardened man. But despite his quietness and clear unhappiness, at least he had visited. So why hadn’t Charlie? I asked Jimmy over and over again why Charlie had refused to come, but he evaded the question, saying that he ‘had promised’. The worst thoughts ran through my head; had he met another girl, prettier, cleverer? She was probably a beautiful bombshell of a waitress he had met when on leave, visiting other people instead of me… Jimmy insisted that this wasn’t the case, but I continued to mope around for months until his next leave, when he revealed Charlie’s secret to me. He wasn’t cheating on me; he was an alcoholic. Jimmy refused to use the term, but I wasn’t a fool. He drank to get rid of his fear, to forget the terrible sights that he saw, things that Jimmy refused to tell me and my parents. He was a drunk. And so that was why he hadn’t visited. He was afraid that I wouldn’t love him if I hadn’t seen him as the grand soldier, going out and defending his country, but what he couldn’t see was that I loved him with all my heart. What was there not to love? Wars and drunkenness were insignificant; they were simply unimportant. I would help him through this. I would. But he still didn’t visit. “ALICE!†I was jerked from my memories as Joan’s disgruntled voice shook through the house. With one last glance at Jimmy’s closed door, I slowly and sadly descended down the wooden stairs. Joan was in front of the aga in the kitchen, slipping on her large black regulation boots. She shot me a wide, excited grin and we made our way down the winding country lanes to the village dance. By the time we had approached the old village hall, dusk was already beginning to set in. Suddenly the realisation of what I was doing dawned. My eyes began to well up and I stopped suddenly. I couldn’t do it. Before Charlie had left, when we still ‘courting’, we had gone to every single dance in the village, even getting on our rusty bicycles and riding out to neighbouring villages to gatecrash their dances! Just so we could spend the whole night, wrapped in each other’s arms, swaying gently in time to the music. When he, had left I’d silently sworn that I wouldn’t attend another dance unless Charlie was there, dancing with me. But now, a year later, I was breaking my vow. Did it mean I was falling out of love with him anymore? I didn’t know. Joan saw the silent tears trickling down my cheeks and sighed. “You are such hard work…What’s the matter now Alice?†“I just can’t do it.†I shook my head wildly, trying to desperately clear it of the whirling thoughts residing there, arguing and shouting rabidly. “Not without Charlie.†Joan took me firmly by the shoulders and looked deep into my eyes with her crystal blue ones. “Alice, darling. It’s been close to a year since Charlie left. I’m not saying you should forget him, but you can’t put your life on hold for him. He hasn’t. I mean, really….not even visiting once in a whole year…Jimmy could. Why couldn’t Charlie?†I half listened to her indignant ramblings. I knew she was right. And so did the blustering, uncontrollable thoughts in my head. The village hall had been decorated especially for the dance, transforming from an ancient, cobwebbed, sparse room, to an ancient, cobwebbed, sparse room, with the occasional bundle of red, blue and white crepe paper adorning the cracked walls! The room was full of teens just like us, but it wasn’t how I remembered. I struggled to pin down exactly what was a different. Then I realised; the whole room was nearly all girls! Of course; the young men were all at war. The only boys there were younger boys or the injured men from war. Joan and I went to some spare chairs against the walls. Joan was almost immediately asked to dance by a young ex-pilot, handsome, but brutally disfigured on part of his face and neck. “A souvenir from a plane crashâ€, he winked at Joan, before he whisked her off onto the dance floor, her looking happier than I had seen her in months! I remained in my seat, humming along to the vinyl spinning frenziedly on the gramophone in the corner of the hall, feeling awkward, but doing my best to seem like I was enjoying myself; more for the benefit of Joan than myself, when one of the only other young men in the room approached me. “Hello!†He grinned. “I’m Paul.†For the rest of the evening, Paul and I chatted, danced and laughed together. I hadn’t had so much fun in a year – literally! When the end of the dance approached, Paul and I sat on an old bench, waiting for Joan to get her things and leave, while Paul told me all about his life at war. I nodded every so often, my attention dwindling. “…and I just wanted you to know - you’re a terrific gal…†This sentence caught my attention and I sat up quickly. “What?†“I said you’re a terrific girl Alice…†he laughed and his smile faded as he looked deep into my eyes. He leaned forward slowly. “NO!†I gasped, shying away. “I mean, I can’t…I mean…oh!†With that I tore down the lanes, stumbled up to my bedroom and collapsed onto my bed, sobbing. I hadn’t fallen out of love with Charlie. I loved him stronger, fiercer than ever. I just hadn’t realised the extent of it until now. I lay like that for ages, finally falling into a weary stupor, devoid of any more emotion. Tap. Tap. Tap. BANG. I woke with a start. The noise had come from my window. I hurried over to the drapes and pulled them back. It was…it couldn’t be…but…it was…. “Charlie.†I whispered. Charlie smiled back at me. “I’m back Al’. It’s only for a bit, but I’m back. You goin’ to let me in or am I goin’ to have to freeze my ears off?†Once he had got into my bedroom, he sat on the floor while I sat on the bed. “Why didn’t you visit?†I murmured. In the faint glow of my candle, I could see the physical change in him. His once boyish features had turned man-like, chiselled and strong. He had deep shadows beneath his eyes, and I could see the three day stubble on his jaw, but his eyes were still the same. Still dark, and open and laughing. It was still him. We talked for hours that night. H explained why he didn’t visit. As I knew, he had been having problems with drink, and he hadn’t felt that he could visit me until he was feeling better. And know he was feeling better. Charlie smiled at me gently from the floor, stood up and sat next to me on the bed. “I’ve missed you so much Al’. I…I love you.†He leant forward to kiss me, and this time…this time I didn’t shy away. A month later, two girls sat on a tartan blanket in a park. They were laughing and gossiping, their eyes bright, and their hair flowing. As they giggled at a joke one of the girls had told, a thin, greying man approached the blanket, his eyes pink from the tears that stained his sunken face. He spoke briefly to pretty chestnut haired girl, the red-head looking on, her face horrified, and he broke down once more, his head bowed. The chestnut haired girl stood up, almost in a daze and ran past them, through the twisted iron gate and ran up the road. “Alice. Alice!†Joan’s cries rang through the street as I pounded down the dusty road. My papa’s words reverberated through my thoughts, amplified, screaming the truth at me. “They’re dead Alice…our Jimmy and Charlie. Both…dead….†My feet were carrying me to a place, my mind was too full, my heart too broken to think, to feel properly. I was at the top of Oak Hill. The place where Charlie and I had shared our first kiss. I dropped to my knees, my raw emotion pouring out of my heart, tears spilling unceasingly down my cheeks. “Jimmy…Charlie…†I sobbed. I’d lost the two people I cared about most in the whole world. And now they were dead. A bomb had hit them in the village in France that they had been situated in. Their whole company had died. At least they had been together. But how I wanted to be with them too. Then I stood up. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and smiled. I could see Charlie and Jimmy. They grinned at me and beckoned and then…disappeared. I walked slowly to the steep side of the hill, focusing on the sharp jagged rocks that lay beneath me. With one step it could all be over. I could be with them again, close to them. We could be together, Charlie, Jimmy and me. Together. I felt a dull feeling rise in my stomach and turned away to be sick, reminding me of the fact that I had confirmed a few days ago with my doctor. I was pregnant with Charlie’s baby. That moment I knew that I couldn’t ever see them again. It was over. I had to hold on and stay strong for this baby. Charlie may have died, but he would always live on in his child. Our child. I stepped back from the edge of the steep drop, and smiled hollowly at the memories that laughed and waved at me. I turned my back and walked slowly back down the hill. Eight months later I gave birth to a little boy. I called him Charles in memory of his father. My baby Charlie. I didn’t ever marry. How could I? No one would have me, and even if they had, I wouldn’t have wanted to. I belonged to Charlie, whether he was alive or not. Of course my parents were ashamed that I had given birth out of wedlock, but they loved baby Charlie with all their hearts, and supported me from the gossipy whispers that constantly surrounded me whenever I walked into the village. But I didn’t care. Behind my closed eyes, it was Charlie, me and our baby; together; happy; alive. In my dreams I’m with Charlie and Jimmy again, young and carefree. No war. No death. No pain. “Mrs Gordon? Mrs Gordon? Quick, get the nurse…â€
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SHORT STORY MY BUT YOU READ THAT AND REVISE IT YOURSELF
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That is such an amazing story! The descriptions and detail in it is great! I don't read much as nothing my concentration wavers, but not with your story - very captivating! Loved the content, and the ending was really well done! It really drew me in. Well done! I'd love to read more of your stories in the future. Just amazing! :)
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its a nice story! :) Just add more details about the 1940s (what was cool back then, describe the dress that she wors to the dance) do not overlook the little detail, otherwise the story is great!
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that was a good storey i think but what made u right that? im going through a lot right now as well i just lost 2 best friends and the both of them died March 30,2008 and March 31,2008 so yea but its a good storey and u just need to move on as i am.
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Alice The nurse wheels me in before the frosty window. “There we are Alice dear. Now you can enjoy the view! Isn’t that nice?†I sigh inwardly. The woman only looks about thirty-five. She’s just a girl. Far too young to be calling me ‘dear’. “That’s delightful!†I grimace, answering in her own sugary tone. She smiles, obviously pleased that her idea had been a success, and wanders off to deal with some of the other old people in the home. As I stare at the pane of glass in front of me, I look but I don’t see the view. Instead, I watch as a tear slips down my wrinkled reflection. I was old. Tired. And so alone. I sit back with a hollow sigh, and let my mind wander back, back to those days of my girlhood. To the people of my childhood… It was the night of the village dance. “Hurry up Alice!†moaned Joan. Joan was my best friend, a fiery confident girl, always bossing me about, left right and centre. I smiled at the slender, red-headed young woman sprawled over my old eiderdown bedspread. “Patience is a virtue…†I grinned infuriatingly; laughing at her hard glare, as she silently dared me to finish the age old proverb. Turning my back on her, I pushed a pair of scratched gold earrings into my ears, heirlooms from my long dead grandmother. Joan, always inconsistent in her moods, leapt off the bed with a creak of springs, her faded best dress whirling, her blue eyes sparkling. “Are you ready now?†she demanded impatiently. “Of course I am†I replied sweetly. I performed a small pirouette on the spot. “How do I look?†Joan’s face softened. “You look beautiful, as always.†Joan surged out of my bedroom, taking the wooden stairs tow at a time. I winced at the crashes. Glancing in the large shard of age stained mirror propped up on my mantle piece, I scanned my familiar face. I suppose I was quite pretty, if a little ordinary looking. I pushed back my glossy, chestnut brown bob, which Joan had recently cut for me to look like the film star Ava Gardner. She said it suited me. I wasn’t so sure. And I wished I could get rid of my freckles. Jimmy used to pretend he was doing a dot-to-dot picture when we were little. Jimmy. I followed Joan’s footsteps, pausing at the top of the unevenly floored landing, in front of a closed door; Jimmy’s door. Jimmy was my kind-hearted, compassionate brother. He’d left to join the front line last year, just a boy, just nineteen years old. I smiled at the memory of him marching proudly around the house in full uniform, polishing his tin helmet in front of the fire, his warm brown eyes bright, his bright blonde hair gleaming. As I had fretted about him going out there, Jimmy had just smiled and hugged me close. “Don’t worry about me Alice. They say this world war’ll not be like the first one. It’ll be over by Christmas – that’s only 3 months away!†A year had passed. We knew he was fine. He had been sent to France, and we received weekly letters from him, telling us all about the recent advancements, the living conditions, the other men. And about Charlie. Charlie and Jimmy had been best friends even before the war, and it was pure chance that they had been issued the same company, being christened Private Charles McConnell and Private James Gordon, names far too sophisticated and manly for the two smiling teenagers I knew so well. I smiled wanly as I recalled the three of us, best friends, comrades, playing in the country lanes and the woods near our village. Charlie had never thought of me as anything but a kid he would hang around with, despite me being only a year younger, but two months before he left for France with Jimmy, something had changed between us when we had first kissed, atop Oak Hill and very soon we had realised that we were falling in love. It broke my heart when they went away. I barely slept those first few weeks, from the terror that something might happen to them. And although I received letters from them both most weeks, for some reason Charlie had never visited. Jimmy had been able to take leave and come home twice since he had left, but even I could see that he had changed so much. He went from a bright, carefree boy, to a muscular, battle hardened man. But despite his quietness and clear unhappiness, at least he had visited. So why hadn’t Charlie? I asked Jimmy over and over again why Charlie had refused to come, but he evaded the question, saying that he ‘had promised’. The worst thoughts ran through my head; had he met another girl, prettier, cleverer? She was probably a beautiful bombshell of a waitress he had met when on leave, visiting other people instead of me… Jimmy insisted that this wasn’t the case, but I continued to mope around for months until his next leave, when he revealed Charlie’s secret to me. He wasn’t cheating on me; he was an alcoholic. Jimmy refused to use the term, but I wasn’t a fool. He drank to get rid of his fear, to forget the terrible sights that he saw, things that Jimmy refused to tell me and my parents. He was a drunk. And so that was why he hadn’t visited. He was afraid that I wouldn’t love him if I hadn’t seen him as the grand soldier, going out and defending his country, but what he couldn’t see was that I loved him with all my heart. What was there not to love? Wars and drunkenness were insignificant; they were simply unimportant. I would help him through this. I would. But he still didn’t visit. “ALICE!†I was jerked from my memories as Joan’s disgruntled voice shook through the house. With one last glance at Jimmy’s closed door, I slowly and sadly descended down the wooden stairs. Joan was in front of the aga in the kitchen, slipping on her large black regulation boots. She shot me a wide, excited grin and we made our way down the winding country lanes to the village dance. By the time we had approached the old village hall, dusk was already beginning to set in. Suddenly the realisation of what I was doing dawned. My eyes began to well up and I stopped suddenly. I couldn’t do it. Before Charlie had left, when we still ‘courting’, we had gone to every single dance in the village, even getting on our rusty bicycles and riding out to neighbouring villages to gatecrash their dances! Just so we could spend the whole night, wrapped in each other’s arms, swaying gently in time to the music. When he, had left I’d silently sworn that I wouldn’t attend another dance unless Charlie was there, dancing with me. But now, a year later, I was breaking my vow. Did it mean I was falling out of love with him anymore? I didn’t know. Joan saw the silent tears trickling down my cheeks and sighed. “You are such hard work…What’s the matter now Alice?†“I just can’t do it.†I shook my head wildly, trying to desperately clear it of the whirling thoughts residing there, arguing and shouting rabidly. “Not without Charlie.†Joan took me firmly by the shoulders and looked deep into my eyes with her crystal blue ones. “Alice, darling. It’s been close to a year since Charlie left. I’m not saying you should forget him, but you can’t put your life on hold for him. He hasn’t. I mean, really….not even visiting once in a whole year…Jimmy could. Why couldn’t Charlie?†I half listened to her indignant ramblings. I knew she was right. And so did the blustering, uncontrollable thoughts in my head. The village hall had been decorated especially for the dance, transforming from an ancient, cobwebbed, sparse room, to an ancient, cobwebbed, sparse room, with the occasional bundle of red, blue and white crepe paper adorning the cracked walls! The room was full of teens just like us, but it wasn’t how I remembered. I struggled to pin down exactly what was a different. Then I realised; the whole room was nearly all girls! Of course; the young men were all at war. The only boys there were younger boys or the injured men from war. Joan and I went to some spare chairs against the walls. Joan was almost immediately asked to dance by a young ex-pilot, handsome, but brutally disfigured on part of his face and neck. “A souvenir from a plane crashâ€, he winked at Joan, before he whisked her off onto the dance floor, her looking happier than I had seen her in months! I remained in my seat, humming along to the vinyl spinning frenziedly on the gramophone in the corner of the hall, feeling awkward, but doing my best to seem like I was enjoying myself; more for the benefit of Joan than myself, when one of the only other young men in the room approached me. “Hello!†He grinned. “I’m Paul.†For the rest of the evening, Paul and I chatted, danced and laughed together. I hadn’t had so much fun in a year – literally! When the end of the dance approached, Paul and I sat on an old bench, waiting for Joan to get her things and leave, while Paul told me all about his life at war. I nodded every so often, my attention dwindling. “…and I just wanted you to know - you’re a terrific gal…†This sentence caught my attention and I sat up quickly. “What?†“I said you’re a terrific girl Alice…†he laughed and his smile faded as he looked deep into my eyes. He leaned forward slowly. “NO!†I gasped, shying away. “I mean, I can’t…I mean…oh!†With that I tore down the lanes, stumbled up to my bedroom and collapsed onto my bed, sobbing. I hadn’t fallen out of love with Charlie. I loved him stronger, fiercer than ever. I just hadn’t realised the extent of it until now. I lay like that for ages, finally falling into a weary stupor, devoid of any more emotion. Tap. Tap. Tap. BANG. I woke with a start. The noise had come from my window. I hurried over to the drapes and pulled them back. It was…it couldn’t be…but…it was…. “Charlie.†I whispered. Charlie smiled back at me. “I’m back Al’. It’s only for a bit, but I’m back. You goin’ to let me in or am I goin’ to have to freeze my ears off?†Once he had got into my bedroom, he sat on the floor while I sat on the bed. “Why didn’t you visit?†I murmured. In the faint glow of my candle, I could see the physical change in him. His once boyish features had turned man-like, chiselled and strong. He had deep shadows beneath his eyes, and I could see the three day stubble on his jaw, but his eyes were still the same. Still dark, and open and laughing. It was still him. We talked for hours that night. H explained why he didn’t visit. As I knew, he had been having problems with drink, and he hadn’t felt that he could visit me until he was feeling better. And know he was feeling better. Charlie smiled at me gently from the floor, stood up and sat next to me on the bed. “I’ve missed you so much Al’. I…I love you.†He leant forward to kiss me, and this time…this time I didn’t shy away. A month later, two girls sat on a tartan blanket in a park. They were laughing and gossiping, their eyes bright, and their hair flowing. As they giggled at a joke one of the girls had told, a thin, greying man approached the blanket, his eyes pink from the tears that stained his sunken face. He spoke briefly to pretty chestnut haired girl, the red-head looking on, her face horrified, and he broke down once more, his head bowed. The chestnut haired girl stood up, almost in a daze and ran past them, through the twisted iron gate and ran up the road. “Alice. Alice!†Joan’s cries rang through the street as I pounded down the dusty road. My papa’s words reverberated through my thoughts, amplified, screaming the truth at me. “They’re dead Alice…our Jimmy and Charlie. Both…dead….†My feet were carrying me to a place, my mind was too full, my heart too broken to think, to feel properly. I was at the top of Oak Hill. The place where Charlie and I had shared our first kiss. I dropped to my knees, my raw emotion pouring out of my heart, tears spilling unceasingly down my cheeks. “Jimmy…Charlie…†I sobbed. I’d lost the two people I cared about most in the whole world. And now they were dead. A bomb had hit them in the village in France that they had been situated in. Their whole company had died. At least they had been together. But how I wanted to be with them too. Then I stood up. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and smiled. I could see Charlie and Jimmy. They grinned at me and beckoned and then…disappeared. I walked slowly to the steep side of the hill, focusing on the sharp jagged rocks that lay beneath me. With one step it could all be over. I could be with them again, close to them. We could be together, Charlie, Jimmy and me. Together. I felt a dull feeling rise in my stomach and turned away to be sick, reminding me of the fact that I had confirmed a few days ago with my doctor. I was pregnant with Charlie’s baby. That moment I knew that I couldn’t ever see them again. It was over. I had to hold on and stay strong for this baby. Charlie may have died, but he would always live on in his child. Our child. I stepped back from the edge of the steep drop, and smiled hollowly at the memories that laughed and waved at me. I turned my back and walked slowly back down the hill. Eight months later I gave birth to a little boy. I called him Charles in memory of his father. My baby Charlie. I didn’t ever marry. How could I? No one would have me, and even if they had, I wouldn’t have wanted to. I belonged to Charlie, whether he was alive or not. Of course my parents were ashamed that I had given birth out of wedlock, but they loved baby Charlie with all their hearts, and supported me from the gossipy whispers that constantly surrounded me whenever I walked into the village. But I didn’t care. Behind my closed eyes, it was Charlie, me and our baby; together; happy; alive. In my dreams I’m with Charlie and Jimmy again, young and carefree. No war. No death. No pain. “Mrs Gordon? Mrs Gordon? Quick, get the nurse…â€
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SHORT STORY MY BUT YOU READ THAT AND REVISE IT YOURSELF
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That is such an amazing story! The descriptions and detail in it is great! I don't read much as nothing my concentration wavers, but not with your story - very captivating! Loved the content, and the ending was really well done! It really drew me in. Well done! I'd love to read more of your stories in the future. Just amazing! :)
3 :
its a nice story! :) Just add more details about the 1940s (what was cool back then, describe the dress that she wors to the dance) do not overlook the little detail, otherwise the story is great!
4 :
that was a good storey i think but what made u right that? im going through a lot right now as well i just lost 2 best friends and the both of them died March 30,2008 and March 31,2008 so yea but its a good storey and u just need to move on as i am.
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Thursday, April 7, 2011
My Baby does not cry when I leave
My Baby does not cry when I leave!!?
My 8 month old boy is always smiling and happy. He is very much advanced in his reactions and understanding of his environment and loves to "talk" and interact with me and his mother. We started him at creche this week and all is great for the moment. Today, my wife took him and stayed with him for a while. He ate from his bottle really well (usually on breast), and all was good. The nanny then asked my Wife to leave for 30minutes so my son could gradually get used to her not being there. 20 minutes later she was called back to find him asleep in the arms of one of the nurses. Great you might think, but the nurse and boss of the creshe told us that when my wife left, he continued on as normal crawling around, happy, smiling and 'talking' with everyone. Apparently, this is not normal and they are slightly worried about this. They did not go into detail, or they did, but because we live in France the communication is slightly difficult for her. Can anyone tell me why they would be worried about this behavior??? It has annoyed me as my wife has never left our son before and was already worried, now she is bits. Thanks
Toddler & Preschooler - 8 Answers
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1 :
I think it just means that your baby is happy go lucky and attaches well to other people. Not necessarily a bad thing, though yes it is a bit unusual. Nothing to worry about though.
2 :
Your baby is happy anywhere he is. Just see this as a positive thing. Dont worry, the french think everything is unusual
3 :
thats completely normal, obviously your child is confident and outgoing, my child would "go with anyone" for ages, occasionally they go through phases were they get clingy, you will probably find he will be fine then a couple of months later he can go through a clingy spell, then change again, however he may not change at all - all completely normal
4 :
its not a bad thing at all, it shows you son trusts them and feels ocmfortable in the nurses presence, i think you should be pleased that he isnt so attached and clingy he cant be left with anyone else. they shouldnt be worrying you and making it seem like a bad thing, hes happy and healthy thats the main thing.
5 :
We just started my almost 1 year old son with a private sitter who watches 4 other children, and I expected him to cry because he is pretty attached to me and his Daddy, but to my surprise when I say "bye bye" in the morning when I drop him off, he smiles and crawls in the other direction. It just means that your baby is happy and well adjusted. A lot of kids have separation anxiety, but just because your child doesn't does not mean that there is something wrong, and the nurses were wrong to insinuate that there is something wrong. Just be happy that your child is comfortable. NOT crying means that your child is sure in the fact that you will come back for him. THAT IS A GOOD THING!!! Don't worry so much.
6 :
He is well adjusted and happy. Its great. a parent might want a baby to cry to seem like it missed the parent, but that's all on the parent. That's just ego. If a child is calm and happy he will likely not even notice you are gone for a very long time.
7 :
May i congratulate you on a happy well adjusted kid. It says a lot for you.
8 :
This is normal behavior for children this age. When your child is about 12-15 months old, you may find that the child experiences severe "separation anxiety" when she is left with the care giver. For children under the age of three, it is not healthy for your child to be left with other people for more than three or four hours a day. It can lead to a disorder where the child is poorly attached to those he should be closest to. When your child is over the age of three, you can leave them in a child care program for as long as six hours a day without many problems.
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My 8 month old boy is always smiling and happy. He is very much advanced in his reactions and understanding of his environment and loves to "talk" and interact with me and his mother. We started him at creche this week and all is great for the moment. Today, my wife took him and stayed with him for a while. He ate from his bottle really well (usually on breast), and all was good. The nanny then asked my Wife to leave for 30minutes so my son could gradually get used to her not being there. 20 minutes later she was called back to find him asleep in the arms of one of the nurses. Great you might think, but the nurse and boss of the creshe told us that when my wife left, he continued on as normal crawling around, happy, smiling and 'talking' with everyone. Apparently, this is not normal and they are slightly worried about this. They did not go into detail, or they did, but because we live in France the communication is slightly difficult for her. Can anyone tell me why they would be worried about this behavior??? It has annoyed me as my wife has never left our son before and was already worried, now she is bits. Thanks
Toddler & Preschooler - 8 Answers
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1 :
I think it just means that your baby is happy go lucky and attaches well to other people. Not necessarily a bad thing, though yes it is a bit unusual. Nothing to worry about though.
2 :
Your baby is happy anywhere he is. Just see this as a positive thing. Dont worry, the french think everything is unusual
3 :
thats completely normal, obviously your child is confident and outgoing, my child would "go with anyone" for ages, occasionally they go through phases were they get clingy, you will probably find he will be fine then a couple of months later he can go through a clingy spell, then change again, however he may not change at all - all completely normal
4 :
its not a bad thing at all, it shows you son trusts them and feels ocmfortable in the nurses presence, i think you should be pleased that he isnt so attached and clingy he cant be left with anyone else. they shouldnt be worrying you and making it seem like a bad thing, hes happy and healthy thats the main thing.
5 :
We just started my almost 1 year old son with a private sitter who watches 4 other children, and I expected him to cry because he is pretty attached to me and his Daddy, but to my surprise when I say "bye bye" in the morning when I drop him off, he smiles and crawls in the other direction. It just means that your baby is happy and well adjusted. A lot of kids have separation anxiety, but just because your child doesn't does not mean that there is something wrong, and the nurses were wrong to insinuate that there is something wrong. Just be happy that your child is comfortable. NOT crying means that your child is sure in the fact that you will come back for him. THAT IS A GOOD THING!!! Don't worry so much.
6 :
He is well adjusted and happy. Its great. a parent might want a baby to cry to seem like it missed the parent, but that's all on the parent. That's just ego. If a child is calm and happy he will likely not even notice you are gone for a very long time.
7 :
May i congratulate you on a happy well adjusted kid. It says a lot for you.
8 :
This is normal behavior for children this age. When your child is about 12-15 months old, you may find that the child experiences severe "separation anxiety" when she is left with the care giver. For children under the age of three, it is not healthy for your child to be left with other people for more than three or four hours a day. It can lead to a disorder where the child is poorly attached to those he should be closest to. When your child is over the age of three, you can leave them in a child care program for as long as six hours a day without many problems.
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Friday, April 1, 2011
Help is my friend normal
Help is my friend normal?
I have this frind she had a rough life. Her family moved from France when she was ten. Her step Dad shot herself in front of her. Here in America. She then was homeless here living in America and knowing no English. Her and her family. So then her Mom met a new man. This man was her step Dad he raped her. Thats her life story it is rough.We both are 19 want to be doctors. The thing is is my friend is afraid of everything. I took her to universal and she would not even ride the marry go around becuase it went up and down. She was literly afraid of it. She would ride no rides. I bought her ticket and a express pass she went on none of the rides. I spent 300 dollars on her. If she did not do the rides why did she go? She always has no money she works a job. I pay for her lunch at school.I pay for her ride to school bring her in my car she gave me no gas money. I brought hot choclate for the class. She got one cup of hot cocoa then dumped it and got anothor one.Then she dumped that one too. Full cups of cocoa for no reason.We both work in the hospital she is afraid to work alone or go anywhere by herslef. When she works with me I end up doing all the work. She well not even got o supply rooms by herslf. Then she had topick a floor to work on. I said I wanted to work on the third floor right in front of her. Only four peole can work on that floror. She then took my floor. Right after I said that. The teacher calls me the baby of the class. She goes this awards to the baby. Then my friend pouted ''she like we are the same age.'' I am the baby of the class becuase I am small and the youngest someone innocent. Then I seen my friend hug john all the time. She hugged other men too. On the last day of climicals she would nto hug John. In front of everyone said she could not. My teacher even warned her about her. She told me I needed to watch out for her. Becuase she said she the type that would get obessive over me or get really jealous. My friend wants to be a doctor but she over weight gets tired easy. When we did clinicals she just sat the whole time. When I ahd been workign the whole time their was only one chair. She did not even offer for me to sit. SHe sat in the chair while I stood there for about a hour. It was a presentation. I really do want ot be friends with her. I am afraid she might get clingy. She can not do things alone is afraid of everything. I do not know her well or if she is stable. She also really clings to my Mom. Like follows her everywhere. My Mom is her security. She gets mad when I want to be with my mom. My mom is in the same college course as me. My friend followed her everywhere when she was nto following me. My Mom said she made her do all the work. She even followed her to the bathroom. Since we were her ride home. My Mom was tlaking about leaving early. We were nto suppose to. We ahd to egt my little brother from elementry school. Well my friend called the supervising nurse that supervises us. And told them we were leaving early. Justso we would nto leave her she needed a ride. 20 minutes ago - 4 days left to answer. Additional Details Then the supervising nurse got mad at us. We ended up not leaving. It really was just a thought. Just encase no one could pick up my little brother from school. I dont know how menaly stable my friend is. I go to school 30 hours a week if she hs issues I can not afford or have time to take care of her. I want to but cant. If she is unstable I am not trained to know how to help her.
Friends - 1 Answers
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no. ur friend is nowhere near normal. u've done all u cud 2 help her. its HER turn 2 help herself. but she wont. shes gonna find some1 else that will 'carry' her. 4 all ur concern abt her, this woman is a 'user'. & rite now ur enabling her. its not ur job 2 take care of her. she will never b able 2 help herself without getting some therapy--& its NOT ur job 2 pay 4 it. remember that!--ITS NOT YOUR JOB TO PAY FOR IT! tell her u cant help her anymore. even if she pleads with u, uve gotta cut her off. believe me. she'll find some1 else 2 feel sorry 4 her. & the cycle will repeat itself.
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I have this frind she had a rough life. Her family moved from France when she was ten. Her step Dad shot herself in front of her. Here in America. She then was homeless here living in America and knowing no English. Her and her family. So then her Mom met a new man. This man was her step Dad he raped her. Thats her life story it is rough.We both are 19 want to be doctors. The thing is is my friend is afraid of everything. I took her to universal and she would not even ride the marry go around becuase it went up and down. She was literly afraid of it. She would ride no rides. I bought her ticket and a express pass she went on none of the rides. I spent 300 dollars on her. If she did not do the rides why did she go? She always has no money she works a job. I pay for her lunch at school.I pay for her ride to school bring her in my car she gave me no gas money. I brought hot choclate for the class. She got one cup of hot cocoa then dumped it and got anothor one.Then she dumped that one too. Full cups of cocoa for no reason.We both work in the hospital she is afraid to work alone or go anywhere by herslef. When she works with me I end up doing all the work. She well not even got o supply rooms by herslf. Then she had topick a floor to work on. I said I wanted to work on the third floor right in front of her. Only four peole can work on that floror. She then took my floor. Right after I said that. The teacher calls me the baby of the class. She goes this awards to the baby. Then my friend pouted ''she like we are the same age.'' I am the baby of the class becuase I am small and the youngest someone innocent. Then I seen my friend hug john all the time. She hugged other men too. On the last day of climicals she would nto hug John. In front of everyone said she could not. My teacher even warned her about her. She told me I needed to watch out for her. Becuase she said she the type that would get obessive over me or get really jealous. My friend wants to be a doctor but she over weight gets tired easy. When we did clinicals she just sat the whole time. When I ahd been workign the whole time their was only one chair. She did not even offer for me to sit. SHe sat in the chair while I stood there for about a hour. It was a presentation. I really do want ot be friends with her. I am afraid she might get clingy. She can not do things alone is afraid of everything. I do not know her well or if she is stable. She also really clings to my Mom. Like follows her everywhere. My Mom is her security. She gets mad when I want to be with my mom. My mom is in the same college course as me. My friend followed her everywhere when she was nto following me. My Mom said she made her do all the work. She even followed her to the bathroom. Since we were her ride home. My Mom was tlaking about leaving early. We were nto suppose to. We ahd to egt my little brother from elementry school. Well my friend called the supervising nurse that supervises us. And told them we were leaving early. Justso we would nto leave her she needed a ride. 20 minutes ago - 4 days left to answer. Additional Details Then the supervising nurse got mad at us. We ended up not leaving. It really was just a thought. Just encase no one could pick up my little brother from school. I dont know how menaly stable my friend is. I go to school 30 hours a week if she hs issues I can not afford or have time to take care of her. I want to but cant. If she is unstable I am not trained to know how to help her.
Friends - 1 Answers
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1 :
no. ur friend is nowhere near normal. u've done all u cud 2 help her. its HER turn 2 help herself. but she wont. shes gonna find some1 else that will 'carry' her. 4 all ur concern abt her, this woman is a 'user'. & rite now ur enabling her. its not ur job 2 take care of her. she will never b able 2 help herself without getting some therapy--& its NOT ur job 2 pay 4 it. remember that!--ITS NOT YOUR JOB TO PAY FOR IT! tell her u cant help her anymore. even if she pleads with u, uve gotta cut her off. believe me. she'll find some1 else 2 feel sorry 4 her. & the cycle will repeat itself.
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