They had to use their tins and duck behind the sheds in the trenches. Not only was this incredibly unhygienic and caused many diseases among the soldiers, but they were also dodging bullets. The enemy would shot them as they went to the toilet and because they were pre-occupied they could not defend themselves. The toilets were a grim place to be, cans of overflowing sewage, undetectable bullets and often the bodies of men who had died in the act. Another terrible problem was the rats.
None of the machines have safety guards. Source B shows an inspection of a nail factory, 1864 where there is ‘sheer carelessness with safety and constant danger of losing a finger.’ Cotton dust got into your lungs and over time you develop a disease called emphysema. Children that crawled underneath the machines would of return with fingers missing or in some cases they would never return. The children were often mistreated and beaten by overseers, two handles of a pound weights screwed to their ears, three of four children were tied or hung on a cross-beam above the machinery, hanging by their hands, and they were often whipped by foot and a half long straps. Many children were tied up to a 28 pound weight to hang down their backs.
Now, the two little pigs were terrified and ran to the third pig’s house that was made of bricks. The big bad wolf tried to huff and puff and blow the house down, but he could not. He kept trying for hours but the house was very strong and the little pigs were safe inside. He tried to enter through the chimney but the third little pig boiled a big pot of water and kept it below the chimney. The wolf fell into it and died.
My suspicions begin to rise when on one night in particular I heard my master, Dr. Jekyll, make a horrible noise in his laboratory. A glass shattered and I heard a screech unlike any I’ve ever heard. I rushed to my masters door and realized for the first time that the door was locked. This was very unlike my master indeed. He never locked the door before this very night so I knew immediately that something terrible must have happened to my master.
Running head: ASSIGNMENT 1: ESSAY "MUMMY'S CURSE" Assignment 1: Essay "Mummy's Curse" Laura Brotherton Strayer University World Cultures 1 HUM 111 Professor Mark Tolf May 03, 2013 Assignment 1: Essay "Mummy's Curse" As a young girl living in Pennsylvania, I can remember first hearing about the famous Pharaoh King Tutankhamen. This was during the time when an exhibit, known as the Treasures of Tutankhamen, traveled the United States. Along with all the stories about the beautiful treasures from the tomb, were also the stories of King Tut’s curse, which traveled like wildfire among my young friends and I. Late night sleepovers were a fun, but often scary time when we turned the lights out and told scary stories about ghosts and mummies. It was also about that time that Steve Martin wrote and performed the famous song about King Tut.
She was my second home, to the extent on her 18th birthday, my father caught us gulping down his ice cold beers on the porch, and so he sent her home. I was so furious that I ran after her and we hid in the bushes till my father left. We laughed and laughed that day till our tummies turned sore. I spent an entire month living in her house, till I reconciled with my father and returned home. Once we heard news that we had been accepted to the same University, Jenna and I were ecstatic.
This creates the feeling very alone in a crowded room. Gregor woke up as a vermin and since then he has been isolated by his family. In The Metamorphosis it says, “Many things had become superfluous, and though they certainly weren't salable, on the other hand they could not just be thrown out. All these things migrated into Gregor's room. Likewise the ash can and the garbage can from the kitchen.
The children must have 100 or more different games; half are on the shelves and the others on the floor. The kitchen looks like Denny’s after the morning rush hour, the cereal boxes and the bowls from breakfast are still on the table. In the sink are dirty dishes from last night’s supper. In the living room there are clean clothes scattered all over the couch waiting to be folded. The wet towels lying on the bathroom floor looks like the boys locker room after a ball game.
Looking back I remember now the thoughts swirling in my head, but at that time all I remember seeing in my head were visions of my childhood. My mom is a very strong woman. After getting divorced when my brother and I were very young, she had to work 2 jobs just to make ends meet. In 2004 my brother was away in the Marines and I was living in Wisconsin almost 2 hours away. My mom was finally living life for herself, when she was diagnosed with colon cancer.
Our homecoming pep-rally and the float parade had begun on Friday. All week students prepared the halls with decorations to compete for first place in the homecoming competitions. Among the decorations there were categories such as best float, best gym poster, and best painted window on a downtown store. After the voting the game had begun. Following the game would result in the celebration party that ended in a complete massacre that no one from Crandon will ever forget.