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Post-reading Activities

More Literary Devices (interpretation and analysis)


Dramatic Irony there is a contradiction between what a character thinks and what the reader or audience knows to be true.

Irony of situation is an event that occurs that directly contradicts the expectations of the characters, the readers, or the audience.

Foil is a character who provides a contrast to another character.

1. In Chapter 26, Miss. Gates believes that America (as opposed to Germany) is a true democracy because “we don’t believe in persecuting anybody” like Hitler does. She adds that “persecution comes from people who are prejudiced.” What literary device is this? Explain.
This literary device is Dramatic Iront becuase she says this and the fact is that really they are doing the same thing as Germany and there for are just as bad as them. With the way they treat the blacks they are just as bad as the way hitler is with the jews.

2. In chapter 28, Cecil jumps out from behind a tree in his sheet and scares Jem and Scout. Later, they are attacked by Bob Ewell. What literary device is used here? Explain.
This is Rony of the situation because later on Bob Ewell jumps out and scares the children, and the children are hesitant because they believe it was Cecil. Becuase of that they were suprised to find it to be someone else and weren't suspcious earlier.



3. (Consider Chapter 28 and previous chapters) Atticus could be described in many ways: (1) He is a person who believes in equal rights for all regardless of one’s color. (2) He defends Tom Robinson in the trial against all odds. (3) He also belongs to the professional class in Maycomb and is greatly respected by the community. (4) He loves his children very much and considers himself a responsible parent because he encourages his children to be open-minded, respectful, and tolerant of other people regardless of what they believe. In short, he represents the Maycomb of the future.



Who is the foil for Atticus Finch? Explain using the above description.

Atticus's Fiol is best represent by Bob Ewell. He controdicts Atticus in every way. He doesn't believe in equal rights for anyone. He tries to persicut Tome Robison for something he didn't do to cover up his own fight. He belongs to the white trash, and there for was never really respected by anyone. And by the fact he beats his daughter, as pointed out by atticus in the trial, He obviously doesn't care a lick for his children and there for represents the present, chaotic Maycomb.

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El Obelisco macho era construido en 1937 por el cambio de nombre de la ciudad de Santo Domingo a Ciudad Trujillo. Construcción tomó dieceseite dias. Todo los dias El Obelisco macho es la 'lona' por la pintura de las Mirabal hermanas quien eran matado con Trujillo's dictadura. Esta un atracción turística magnifico.

Tiene forma interesante.La forma es el obelisco o la caja con el pirámide en tapa. Los colores brillantes atraen al turista a la avenida george washington, o malecon. El Obelisco macho es en el ciudad Santo Domingo de la Republica Dominicana. A traves de el Obelisco macho es el piso eso fue utilizada por Trujillo's partido político.

La pintura a la enfrente es de las hermanas de Mirabal. Las hermanas luchado el partido politico de Trijullo. La pintura tiene los colores fantasticos. Rojo, verde, naraja, azul, rosita todos círculo El Obelisco, baile traves la pintura.

Mil personas van a El Obelisco cada uno ano. Porque es en Santo Domingo el tiempo es seimpre bonito por turistica. Esta la atraccion de arte y de histórico. ! Es sorprender !

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Similarities

Both defendants were accused of Rape they didn’t commit
Both take place during 1930’s
The trials both take place in Alabama
The word “Niger-lover” is used as an insult against both lawyers
The woman who are accusing are ‘trashy’
Both societies have the opinion that negro’s lack character.
The lawyers are insistent that the girls tell the truth at trails.
The families of the lawyers don’t want/understand why they are taking the case.
Defendants have seem to given up hope during the trial.
The jury’s are both made up of white farmers.
The girls make up charges to cover up another, much smaller crime
There are riots outside the courthouse.
Apposing lawyers are civil to each other outside the trials.
Lawyers both believed in a fair trial.
The judges were in favor of true justice, not killing an innocent man.
Both lost their cases despite their efforts
Judges approach the defendants lawyers outside the trials.
Both defendants attempted escape.
Unexpected third parties end the riots at the jails
One of the accusers had relations with a black man.
Both main accusers were proved to be liars.
Lawyers attack character in each one.
No proper medical evidence to prove rape.
Both lawyers are harassed do to the case
Both lawyers get anxious in court.

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Differences

Story was told from adults in Heavens fall
Story told from a child’s point of view in To kill a mocking bird.
The lawyers from New York and not the home town.
To Kill a Mocking Bird was fictional
Heavens Fall was based on a real case
There are an upper class of blacks in Heaven’s Fall
The newspaper was written by a black man
Death Penalty was Lynching in To Kill a Mocking Bird
They gave the electric chair in Heaven’s Fall.
Racism causes a miss trial in Heaven’s Fall while it causes a verdict in Mocking Bird.
During escape Tom dies.
Leroy was beaten into saying he did the rape, while Tom told his story straight.
In Heaven’s Fall they fought to have blacks put on the jury
Ruby actually went back on her story to try and help the defendants.
The Negros really respected Atticus for what he did.

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In the books “Moby Dick” by Melville and “Old Man and the Sea” by Hemingway both explored the factors where man is confronted by a force that they come obsessed with. In the case of “Moby Dick”, Ahab, the captain of a whaling ship, becomes obsessed to the point of insanity with catching the great white whale, also known as Moby Dick. Similarly Santiago, a poor, old fisherman from Cuba, through 84 days of bad fishing, becomes obsessed with catching a Marlin.
Through there obsessions with these fish, both men fall into an insanity. Though Ahab is on a ship of men, he falls into seclusion because of his obsession, when his shipmates no longer wish to assist him with this task, and feel that his mind is not in the place it should be. They grow to fear him, and slowly begin to drift from them. Ahab also speaks of how he no longer knows his little boy, and his face means nothing more then the palm of his hand would. Unlike Ahab, Santiago is forced into seclusion because the boy he fishes with is forced into another boat by because his parents do not approve of Santiago's bad luck.
Both men, though, become obsessed with the life of their victim. While Santiago respects the fish, and constantly fights with himself over whether or not it is right to take the fishes life, Ahab views the creature as the beast that it is. With their insanity though, Ahab is the more boisterous one. He causes calamity with ritualistic bonding and crazy shouting, where as Santiago suffers silently by talking to himself and in thought.
As they progress, the life of their 'prey' becomes their entire reason for living. Both men suffer horribly, though in the end, where as Santiago looses simply his catch as he returns to shore with nothing but the shark eaten carcass, Ahab's chase leads to the death of his crew members and himself. Their insanities both increase in similar fashions, though have different results, but in conclusion one mans need for some sort of meaning leads him to focus mind and soul on one single thing.

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Dimmesdale is walking through the forest. Hester is standing a little ways out. She spots him and calls to him.

Hester- “Aurthur Dimmesdale”

Dimmesdale- “Hester? Hester Pryne?” -He approaches her- “Is it thou? Art thou in life?”

Hester- “Even so! What a life it has been these seven years. And thou Aurthur Dimmesdale. Doust thou live?”

Dimmesdale- “Thou hast found peace Hester Pryne...”

Hester smiles and lightly touches the scarlet letter- “Hast thou?”

Dimmesdale clutches his heart - “None! Nothing but despair! What else could I look for, being what I am, and leading such a life as mine? Were I an atheist-a man devoid of conscience- a wretch with with coarseand brutal instincts- I might have found peace, long ere now. Nay, I never should have lost it! But, as matters stand with my soul, whatever of good capacity there originally was in me, all of God's gists that were the choiciest have become the ministers of spiritual torument. Hester, I am most miserable!”

Hester- “You wrong yourself in this. You have deeply and sorely repented. Your sin is left behind you, in the days long past. Your present life is not less holy, in very truth, than seems in people's eyes. Is there no reality in the penitence thus sealed and witnessed by good works? And where for should it not bring you peace?”

Dimesdale- “no, Hester no! There is no substance in it! It is cold and dead, and can do nothing for me! Happy are you, Hester, that wear the scarlet letter openly!” - Clutches his chest tighter- “ Mine burns in secret! Thou little knowest what a relief it is, after the torment of a seven years' cheat. Had I one friend-”

Hester pauses, hesitant to tell him something, but eventually speaks.

“Such a friend as thou has even now wished for. With whom to weep over thy sin, thou has in me, the partner of it!”- Again she pauses- “Thou has had such an enemy, and dewellest with him under the same roof!”

Dimmesdale is shocked. He stares at the ground, gasping for breath, clutching his heart.

D- “Ha! What thou sayest? An enemy? And under mine own roof, what mean you?”

H- “O Aurthur, forgive me! In all things else I have striven to be true! That old man, Roger Chillingsworth! He was my husband!”- hester fights sobs

Dimmesdale sinks to the ground, hiding his face in his hands

D- “I might have known it. I did know it! Was not the secret told me in the natrual recoil of my heart!”

H- softly- “Forgive me?”
D-”Woman, woman, thou art acountable for this! I can't forgive thee!”

h- falls on the ground beside Dimmesdale. “Thou shalt forgive me! Let god punish! Thou shalt forgive!”

Hester hugs Dimmesdale repeating “thou shalt forgive”

there is a long pause

D- “I do forgive you. Let god forgive us both. We are not, Hester, the worst sinners in the world, there is one worse then even polluted priest! That old man's revenge has been blacker then my sin. He has violated, in cold blood, the sanctity of a human heart. Thou and I, Hester, never did so.”

H-”Never! Never!”- Dimesdale rises to his feet with hester

H- “Thou must dwell no longer with that man, your heart must no longer be under his evil eye!”

D-”It were worse then death”

H- “Is there not shade enough in all this boundless forest to hide thy heart from the gaze of Roger Chillingsworth?”

D- “Only under the fallen leaves” -he smiles sadly.

H- “Then there is the broad pathway of the sea! It brought thee hither. If thou so choose, it will bear thee back again!”

D- “It cannot be! I am powerless to go. Wretched and sinful as my own soul is, I would still do what I may for other human souls! I dare not quit my post, though an unfaithful sentinel whose sure reward is death and dishonor, when his dreary watch shall come to an end!”

H- “Thou art crushed under this seven years' weight of misery!”

D- “O Hester! Thou tellest of running a race to a man whose knees are tottering beneath him! I must die here! There is not the strength or courage left me to venture into the wide, strange, difficult world alone! Alone hester!”

H- “Thou shalt not go alone.”

D- “ If, in all these past seven years I could recall one istant of peace or hope, I would yet endure for the sake of that earnest of heaven's mercy. O thou to whom I dare not lift mine eyes, wilt thou yet pardon me?”

H- “Thou wilt go!”

Dimmesdale seems to feel uplifted in hester's determinace.

D- “Do I feel joy again? Methought the germ of it was dead in me! O hester you are my better angel!

H- “Let us not look back. The past is gone! Wherefore should we linger upon it? See!” -Hester takes off the scarlet letter- “With this symbol, I undo it all, and make it as it had never been!”

Hester throws the scarlet letter on the ground and undoes her hair. She seems to be relieved as the great wait is lifted off of her. She suddenly steps foreword with a notion of Pearl.

H- “Thou must know Pearl! Our little pearl! Thou has seen her, yes I know it, but thou wilt see her now with other eyes. She is a strange child! I hardly comprehend her! But thou wilt love her dearly. “

D- “Dost thou think the child will be flad to know me? I have shrunk from children, because they often show a distrust- a backwardness to be familiar with me. I have even been afraid of her!”

Hester calls to bear.

Pearl has been wondering for the past hour in the forest She plays in the forest with the animals as she sits because of her loneliness. She plays with the flowers, putting them in her hair and around her. When she looks up and sees she jumps to her feet. She slowly advances, standing across from them.

H- “Come pearl!”

Pearl doesn't move

H- “Strange child, come here!”

Pearl points at her.

H- “Come quickly, or I shall be angry with thee!”

P- “Your scarlet letter!”

H- “Look down at they feet, here. Bring it hither”

P- “Put it on!” Pearl demands.

H- “Come now pearl.” - To dimmesdale- “o, I have much to tell thee about her. But, ib very truth, she is right as regards this hateful token. I must bear its torture yet a little longer, only a few days longer, until we shall have left this region, and look back hither as to a land which we have dreamed of. The forest cannot hide it! The mid-ocean shall take it from my hand and swallow it up forever.”

Hester takes it up and puts it back on, she is unhappy about having to do such a thing.

H- “Dost thou know thy mother now child?”

P- “Yes, now I will”

Pearl runs up to Hester and hugs her

H- “That was not kind! When thou hast shown me a little love thou mock me.”

P- “Why is the minister here?”

H- “He waits to welcome thee. Come thou, and entreat his blessing! He loves thee, little pear and loves thy mother .”

P- “Will he go back with us, hand in hand, we three together, into the town?”

H- “Now now, dear child, but in days to come. Wilt thou love him?”

P- Will he always keep his hand over her heart?”

H- “Foolish child, what a question is that! Come and ask his blessing”

The minister goes to kiss Pearls cheek, but pearl gets frightened and runs away

Hester shakes her head and takes Dimmesdales hand and follow Pearl away.

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Brit Hutton, Jan. 18, 2010
Poet's Law-Transcendentalism and it's Ideals
“...medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.” (Dead Poets Society, pg 1) This man may have been fictional but truer words had never been spoken. The arts, passion, creativity, the ability to express ourselves for who we truly are is why we wake In the morning, what our hearts beat for. Many a man felt that one could express this creativity by separating one's self from the structure of society. These men are those of the transcendentalist age. “Carpe Diem!” The transcendentalist sang. Seize the day. Embrace the now. Transcendentalism Craves the deeper mind
It “yawps”(Whitman, pg 2) at the top f it's lungs for us to peel away from the mundane rituals of the $.99 cheeseburger lifestyle. To reject the norm whole-heartedly and delve into our own imaginations and swim in ideas, our own thoughts, feelings, and philosophies. It screams to reject assembly line beliefs and encompass ourselves and who we are as thinking, breathing, open minded individuals.
To follow the rules of society is to trample on the mind. “The last scud of the day holds me back...” (Whitman pg 435, text book) was spoken by a great man of the age. One can not allow themselves to be lost in the sea of the city. “Most men live lives of quiet desperation”(Thoreau, pg 2) transcendentalist abandon what is of “...most men...”(Thoreau, pg 2). A deeper mind seeks out solitude. Robert frost once wrote “ Two roads diverged in a woo, and I took the one less traveled by, and it made all the different.” (Frost, pg 3)
In the sanctity of nature one leaves behind the struggles and troubles of the nine to five grind. The spirit, permitted to drift, sees life through different eyes. The world melts, worries fade. Ones very resistance becomes surreal. At this enlightened state one finds where he or she really stands amongst the masses. One finds “...That envy is ignorance; That imitation is suicide...”(Emerson, pg 391, text book) The mind realizes that every day is as precious as a glittering diamond ring. “Gather ye rosebuds while ye may...To-morrow [they] will be dying.” (Robert Herrick, pg 1)

As we “Accept the place the divine providence has found...”(Emerson, pg 391, text book) for us, we descry our true selves like a the treasure hunters discovering the magnificent treasures of the Atocha, down in the great depths of the Atlantic ocean. For me, transcendentalism's meaning consists of the ability to “...become a transparent eyeball...”( Emerson, pg 389 text book) and look upon my inner poet and see things with the abstract eye, for “I am a lover of unconditional and immoral beauty.” (Emerson pg, 389, textbook)

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1.The American's text book, copyright 2005
2.http://rutgerspress.rutgers.edu/Author/Bender/excerpt.html
3.http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/280984/americas_sweatshops_at_the_turn_of.html?cat=6
4.http://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/Sweatshop
5.http://www.oah.org/pubs/magazine/progressive/barrett.html
6.http://honolulu.hawaii.edu/distance/hist/factory.htm

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My name is Aida Anslem. I'm 26 years old and moved from Bavaria Germany with my husband and 2 children in march of 1903. My family and I share a boardinghouse room with two other families of 6. My husband has recently been injured, working in the factories, and now myself, my 7 year old son, and 4 year old daughter must work to get enough money to feed the family.

I work in a sweatshop in east side Manhattan. It's a small workshop, dirty and cramped. If one woman gets sick, we must make sure not to be near her, for we are sure to get sick as well. If you fall ill with tuberculoses or pneumonia and can not work well, they'll fire you, and put in a healthy person who can work twice as fast as you.

They lock the doors on us, since they do not want us taking breaks. Many have compared the working in sweatshops to like being a slave. We were aloud to smoke near our machines, but in a piece of fabric perchance caught we have to move quickly. We have no fire escapes and no sprinklers.

I make less then 6 dollars a week, if I'm lucky, making 400 dollars for the year, but it takes about 800 dollars to keep my family from starving. From my earnings I also must pay for my own factory supplies, such as needles, and if I am given one that is broken I must replace it myself.

I spend thirteen or more hours a day in the sweatshop, for six, or seven days a week. If I'm lucky I can get one day off a week, but that doesn't happen all to often. I have to be at the sweatshop at 5 in the morning, and I do not get to return until 8 or later. During that day I spend almost all my time in front of my sewing machine, sewing together the same precut pieces of fabric. I get a half hour off at noon for lunch, but I get no other breaks then that. The shops are not heated or cooled, so in the winter it is freezing and in the summer it is boiling. There are windows in our shop, but we're not aloud to open them.

I get very little time to see my children, and I feel as though the are growing up with out me. Even though my husband is home, I when I return from work I still must do things such as wash and mend clothes, since injured my husband can not do such tasks. My children are normally asleep by the time I return. Running a house and working these long hours is hard. I haven't had time to get the children clothes for winter, even though it is mere months away.

I get very little sleep, and on my days of spend much of my time catching up on work that I lost during the week, such as laundry, or mending clothing. On top of this I have to make sure to run errands to the store and bank, and sometimes I even have work that I had to bring home with me. If I don't finish all the garments I was supposed to work on during the week, quite often I have to bring it home with me.

I blame this all on the people who own the shops. One man may run the my particular shop, but he is just a sub-contractor, and over sees our work and production. One man may have contracted several shops, and is reaping all the benefits. I know that these men are sitting fat in their nice houses while I toil all day to give them my bread and butter. What type of man doesn't have the heart to give us fair wages from our work. Would it really make him as poor as us if he were to give us a few more dollars a week? The man who owns the shops is no better then a slave driver, and the subcontractors are his over seers.

Maybe if the government would push him a little, we wouldn't be suffering to feed our families. Most of the woman I work with are the same as I am, and have husbands or are sick or injured, but we revived nothing in compensation for their injuries, instead we get less pay then they did. The government should regulate our pay. I heard that they are starting to in massachussetts, with a minimum wage, but not here, not yet.

But the unions are fighting for us. The International Ladies' Garment workers union is fighting to get us shorter days and more money. These are brave woman, who risk their jobs and their families for the betterment of all women. They are leading strikes, though I do not know if I would join into one if given the chance. I have too much to work for. I can not risk loosing my job. If I did, it would be difficult to find a new job, since there are many waiting to fill my seat.

Many say that these unions are worthless though. It is something called social darwinism, that the strong will make the money and the weak will work. I think this is a load of nonsense that rich men tell themselves to justify taking money from us honest working folk. Especially in the garment industry. Working in a sweat shop is bottom barrel, since as I said, most woman are like myself, and fighting to feed our families due to injury and such, but we are not, if anything we work that hardest. We fight through filthy conditions to make money and raise a family. Low wages wont stop us. Long hours wont stop us. We'll fight our way to the top one day, and everyone will get equal pay, and get paid honest money for honest labor so I hope.

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Movies

Films really blossomed in the 1920s, expanding upon the foundations of film from earlier years. Most US film production at the start of the decade occurred in or near Hollywood on the West Coast, although some films were still being made in New Jersey and in Astoria on Long Island (Paramount). By the mid-20s, movies were big business (with a capital investment totaling over $2 billion) with some theatres offering double features. By the end of the decade, there were 20 Hollywood studios, and the demand for films was greater than ever. Most people are unaware that the greatest output of feature films in the US occurred in the 1920s and 1930s (averaging about 800 film releases in a year) - nowadays, it is remarkable when production exceeds 500 films in a year.

Throughout most of the decade, silent films were the predominant product of the film industry, having evolved from vaudevillian roots. But the films were becoming bigger (or longer), costlier, and more polished. They were being manufactured, assembly-line style, in Hollywood's 'entertainment factories,' in which production was broken down and organized into its various components (writing, costuming, makeup, directing, etc.).

Makeup

The heavily made-up look of the 1920s was a reaction to the demure, feminine Gibson girl of the pre-war period.[1] In the 1920s, an international beauty culture was forged, and society increasingly focused on novelty and change.[1][2] Fashion trends influenced theater, films, literature, and art.[1]

Women also found a new need to wear more make-up. A skewed postwar sex ratio created a new emphasis on sexual beauty.[2] Additionally, as women began to enter the professional world, publications such as the French Beauty Industry encouraged women to wear makeup so as to look their best while competing with men for employment.[2]

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Interview questions

What is your name?
Where are you from?
What is your major source of international media?
Do you know about world wide affairs?
Who do you converse with over the internet? Are these people in different countries?

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War Eagles Take Reigonals
By c/PO1 Brit Hutton
On March 6th 2010, Gainesville Georgia was taken over by 600 plus High school students from the 16 top schools s throughout North Florida and South Georgia. Gathering that the Riverside Military Academy (grades 7-12) at 8 a.m. the NJROTC regional Championship commenced
Fleming Island High school from Fleming Island Florida was amongst these prestigious 16. For nine hours the competed in a series of drill, athletic, and academic events. Out of the 14 total events FIHS place top five in ten and took home five individual medals, including: 5th place Female pushups Cadets Jadie Brasswell and Katie Potter, 1st Place Female Pushups Lauren Hinrichs, 1st place Academics Cadet Brian Mullin, 5th Place Male sit-ups Cadet James Rowley. The phenomenal performance from the Cadets paid off with a 4th place overall out of 60 units in area 12, just one place short of a shot at reigonals
This did not discourage the Fleming Island Students though. Many students plan to compete in the Multiservice Drill Nationals in Daytona, Florida as well as the unit as a whole participating in numerous community service activities. Fleming Island NJROTC cadets will strive to be the best, coming into school an hour before the bell for academic and athletic practice and remaining after school, normally until 5 p.m. for drill practice. Fired up, Fleming Island is not down and out, but more eager to take on the competition than ever.

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The things she carried were typical of a high schooler. A twenty three dollar and ninety nine cent back pack from Walmart. Inside it is stocked with school supplies. A large day time planner, notebook sized, to record homework assignments and their details, as well as club meeting notes and work schedules. Along side it is a one and a half inch note book. Normally a student would carry one for each class, but she was lazy, and didn't want to lug around four note books. So she compressed them down into one, using colorful folders to separate classes.
In the second pocket of the back sat a few smaller items. A pencil pouch, consisting of three cheap gel pens, and three more expensive ball point pens. She really hated ball point, and how the ink smudged on the paper, but the gel pens ran out of ink in a matter of days, and she never remembered to replace them when they did, so she'd go days with borrowing pencils, and in the end would forget to return those as well, and it never got her a good reputation with her class mates.
The pencil pouch was tucked next to her summer reading books and a paper back that she read during her free time, as well as various other amenities, such as a key ring (complete with comical cartoon key chains and travel size GermX), wallet, and cellphone. All together, the pack weighed 4 pounds and 5 ounces
The things she carried were special to her. Inside the ordinary shell of a back pack was the extraordinary world of fiction. Nestled in the folds of fabric was a paper back copy of “the Tea House Fires” by Ellis Avery. Historical fictions had always been her favorite, especially ones that were set in her favorite era's of Victorian England, Ancient Egypt, or in this case, the Meiji era of Japan.
The book was a fascinating one, a romance between two forbidden lovers. It had started out as nothing but a book to read on a flight. She'd found it in the stop-n-shop news stand in the air port. With ten minutes to boarding and the need to occupy herself during the four hour and seventeen minute flight from the Atlanta, Georgia airport to Forks, Washington. She'd skimmed through the “New York Time's” best sellers rack, attracted by the pale painted woman on the cover. So she grabbed it, paid fifteen dollars for it, and boarded the plane with the rest of the passengers, mostly families returning home from summer vacations in the sunny states, away from the rainy Washington state weather, as well as a few from a strange group known as “Twi-tards” in pop culture. Those strange creatures who actually visited Forks, Washington for the fun of it. She couldn't help but give them a strange look. Her family lived in Forks and she still hated going there during her summers. She had to wonder why someone would vacation there for the fun of it.
Inside the book was tucked a photo. It was a printed one folded neatly into four sections and tucked into the pages of the book as a book mark. It was a class picture, around the boarder a cheesy graffiti boarder, designed to try to attract children to want their school photos even though it was always the parents who ended up buying them. At the bottom it read “Klase` 2B” along with the photographers logo. The paper was creased many times, from being folded and unfolded many times, a small heart drawn childishly next to the face of a boy in the middle. He was about her age, though much taller. Brown hair, longer then the rest of the boys in the picture, and deep brown eyes.
The Things she carried burdened her heart. Love was such a strong emotion for a young woman such as herself. She did not know how to handle or cope with not having the love she desired so dearly. An ocean separated them, and yet, there were times as though she felt as though he was in the room with her. The love sat like a stone in her stomach, heavy and impossible to forget, always there, always a reminder of what she didn't have. She could not get rid of the feeling, though she tried. She tried to fawn over the popular boys in class, but she felt nothing in reality. She spoke of fake crushes and false meetings. She tried to hide it, pretend it wasn't there, but now she felt as the thing she carried was just as obvious as the back pack on her back, though unlike the bag, this couldn't be taken off. Like a tattoo on her chest she would carry this forever.

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Carcinogens, or cancer producing cells, live in many cells in the body, but most of the time the cells will commit apoptosis, or regulated cell 'suicide' before the cell has a chance to reproduce and mutate. Unfortunately though this isn't always the case. There are times when the cancer carrying cells will rapidly reproduce, forming masses called 'tumors'. These tumors, which can start out at microscopic size can grow.
There are two states of 'turmors' either malignant, which means to be continually growing, or benign, which means that it's stopped growing. benign tumors are only as dangerous as the surgery required to remove them, where as malignant tumors have already started to spread and grow, and bits and pieces of the tumor have broken off into the blood stream, and can easily now infect other area's of the body.
This said, the best way to stop cancer is to catch it before it starts. Early detections methods have been used to catch cancer in it's early stages, so it can be treated before the patient is in any life threatening danger. For breast cancer early detection is even more important.
Breast cancer is the single most common cancer among woman. More then 200,000 were predicted for the year 2006. (Cancercare-pg1) and about 182,000 for the year 2008 and it is estimated that every 1 in 8 woman will develop breast cancer some time in her life. Over all that's about 12 % and in the united states there are 2.5 million breast cancer survivors.(Detailed guide:Breast cancer pg1)
The female breasts are made up of lobules (Milk producing glands), ducts( tiny tubes that carry the milk to the nipple), and stroma, which is a fatty tissue that surrounds everything, including the lobules, ducts, and blood vessels. Most of the time the cancer will start in the ducts that, though it can also occur in the lobules, though that is less common. When the cancer is malignant, it uses the lymphatic system to travel. The lymphatic system, which is made up of small veins that carry a product called lymph, which carries away waste, and in some cases pieces of the tumor. The lymphatic system runs all over the body, and if the cancer gets into it can bring the cancer to very.


Breast cancer hasn't always be so common. In the 1980's breast cancer rates shot up, and though it slowed in the 1990's for another ten years, though between 2001 and 2004 breast cancer rates dropped by 3.5 percent per year. Breast cancer is the second leading killer among woman, second only to lung cancer. In 2008 40,480 woman were predicted to die from one of the multiple forms of breast cancer. Though that number seems high it is much lower then in previous years. This steady decline is said to be the result of earlier detection, thanks to yearly screening, improved treatment, as well as better over all awareness of the cancer.(What are key statistics for breast cancer, pg1)
There are several ways of early detection, though the most common is called a mammogram. A mammogram is simply an x-ray that takes an image of the breast. A mammogram can pick up the signs of cancer up to two years before it can be felt.(Early Detection and Breast Cancer: What Every Woman Should Know, pg 1) It is suggested that woman between the ages of 20 and 30 get one once every 2 or 3 years, where as woman over the age of 40 should schedule to get one at least once a year.
A clinical breast exam is also recommended. Clinical Breast exams are meant to give a doctor a chance to get a better look at the reason. Many things are checked for during this routine exam. Changes in size or shape are noted, changes in the skin (such as rashes, dimpling, or redness that wasn't there before) and abnormal things such as lumps or discharge from the nipple. All are early signs of breast cancer, and if found early can be treated before the cancer spreads.
As well as increased technology such as the mammogram, awareness of the signs of breast cancer have also caused a decrease in cancer. Woman have been taught the signs to look for from their doctors during CBE( clinical breast exams).
There are also several ways to prevent cancer. Regular excersise, a healthy weight, and limited alcohol consumption have been proven to prevent the risks of breast cancer.(Steps to Early Breast Cancer Detectoion)
Early decetion is proven not only to save lives, but save money as well. Cancer is costly to treat, but following the regular steps of catching it early has been show to save nearly 20,00 dollars in the initial treatment. Early detection is the key, yet in the state if Michigan only 56 percent of woman confess to having appropriately timed exams.