That day was maybe the worst I had ever experienced. Driving along peacefully, I can’t seem to forget what had happened that day.
I entered the house to find that he wasn’t home yet. I went upstairs, and heard his car pull up into the driveway. Thinking quickly I head into his bedroom and find no way to get out. My pants accidentally caught a vase as it fell to the ground and shatter. I heard nothing after that, and knew that he had heard the sound. Thinking quickly, I turned on the alarm clock and hid behind the door. Luckily, the clock was only a vibrating one, so it was believable that it could have broken the vase that used to stand beside it. The steps going up the stairs had suddenly stopped and I thought of stabbing the man with the knife, but what if I had missed, and he would be alive. He would surely fight back, and getting fingerprints cleaned from another person was very difficult, if not impossible. I decided it would be better to just sneak out.
His head popped in, but it didn’t turn around to see if anything was behind the door. He stepped into the room and I sensed a rush of adrenaline. This was like a game for me, and I always needed to win. He headed over to turn the alarm clock off and I decided to take that as the time to sneak out of the room. I ran downstairs and was shocked to find the television on. Maybe it was on all the time, I just hadn’t noticed. I headed for the garage and put my the card on the ground. It was the ritual, that everyone had to perform. Even though this was not related to a job I was given, it would install fear into the authorities.
I heard him once again, but this time he was already in the kitchen throwing something in the garbage. Most likely it was the broken vase. I stood up from my crouched position and felt almost like falling down again, but I forced myself to stand and open the door slightly. He was reading the mail with his back turned to me. I took out my three inch long mini-dagger and headed towards him. I used all the stealth that I had learnt over the ten years of military practice. Less than a meter away from him and I shoved the dagger in.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
week 5
CHAPTER 6
That day was maybe the worst I had ever experienced. Driving along peacefully, I can’t seem to forget what had happened that day.
I entered the house to find that he wasn’t home yet. I went upstairs, and heard his car pull up into the driveway. Thinking quickly I head into his bedroom and find no way to get out. My pants accidentally caught a vase as it fell to the ground and shatter. I heard nothing after that, and knew that he had heard the sound. Thinking quickly, I turned on the alarm clock and hid behind the door. Luckily, the clock was only a vibrating one, so it was believable that it could have broken the vase that used to stand beside it. The steps going up the stairs had suddenly stopped and I thought of stabbing the man with the knife, but what if I had missed, and he would be alive. He would surely fight back, and getting fingerprints cleaned from another person was very difficult, if not impossible. I decided it would be better to just sneak out.
His head popped in, but it didn’t turn around to see if anything was behind the door. He stepped into the room and I sensed a rush of adrenaline. This was like a game for me, and I always needed to win. He headed over to turn the alarm clock off and I decided to take that as the time to sneak out of the room. I ran downstairs and was shocked to find the television on. Maybe it was on all the time, I just hadn’t noticed. I headed for the garage and put my the card on the ground. It was the ritual, that everyone had to perform. Even though this was not related to a job I was given, it would install fear into the authorities.
I heard him once again, but this time he was already in the kitchen throwing something in the garbage. Most likely it was the broken vase. I stood up from my crouched position and felt almost like falling down again, but I forced myself to stand and open the door slightly. He was reading the mail with his back turned to me. I took out my three inch long mini-dagger and headed towards him. I used all the stealth that I had learnt over the ten years of military practice. Less than a meter away from him and I shoved the dagger in.
The dagger was placed through his back, to the left of his spine, straight into his heart, I pressed the button on the dagger and a metal rod went another three inches into his body, to fully pierce his heart. How I loved this dagger, I pull it out and see his body crumple down to the ground. I press the daggers button again and it shrank back into its original size. I had put it in my pocket and went towards the garage. I went toward the car to see that the keys were still left inside, and turned them in order to run the car. It worked on its first attempt, and I backed up slowly. The garage door opened and I had sped down the street and turned the corner. How long ago that had seemed, while really it was only yesterday. Now I was heading to HIO in order to steal Peter’s file. It needed to look as if a friend had taken it, in order not to get caught. Luckily, I wasn’t on the suspect list. Having hacked the HIO’s cameras, I knew almost everything and anything happening in the offices.
I enter using a key card I had borrowed from a friend and entered the building. The steps creaked with every step I took, and got noisier and noisier till I reached to the top. I pulled out my GSR and put the silencer barrel on. I turn the corner and see a janitor facing in the other direction listening to his music. I pull out my Russian extension knife and creep up behind him. He doesn’t notice anything, until I grab his neck with one hand and slit his throat with the other. I quickly drag his body to a window and throw him out. I turn around, yet still hear the crumbling of bones as he hits the ground.
I enter the office labeled ‘Detective Jenkins’ and see the file on the middle of the desk. I pick it up and place our gangs card with the fingerprint of one of Peters friends fingers I had happened to run across by. I leave the office and head back to my car and go on my way back home.
That day was maybe the worst I had ever experienced. Driving along peacefully, I can’t seem to forget what had happened that day.
I entered the house to find that he wasn’t home yet. I went upstairs, and heard his car pull up into the driveway. Thinking quickly I head into his bedroom and find no way to get out. My pants accidentally caught a vase as it fell to the ground and shatter. I heard nothing after that, and knew that he had heard the sound. Thinking quickly, I turned on the alarm clock and hid behind the door. Luckily, the clock was only a vibrating one, so it was believable that it could have broken the vase that used to stand beside it. The steps going up the stairs had suddenly stopped and I thought of stabbing the man with the knife, but what if I had missed, and he would be alive. He would surely fight back, and getting fingerprints cleaned from another person was very difficult, if not impossible. I decided it would be better to just sneak out.
His head popped in, but it didn’t turn around to see if anything was behind the door. He stepped into the room and I sensed a rush of adrenaline. This was like a game for me, and I always needed to win. He headed over to turn the alarm clock off and I decided to take that as the time to sneak out of the room. I ran downstairs and was shocked to find the television on. Maybe it was on all the time, I just hadn’t noticed. I headed for the garage and put my the card on the ground. It was the ritual, that everyone had to perform. Even though this was not related to a job I was given, it would install fear into the authorities.
I heard him once again, but this time he was already in the kitchen throwing something in the garbage. Most likely it was the broken vase. I stood up from my crouched position and felt almost like falling down again, but I forced myself to stand and open the door slightly. He was reading the mail with his back turned to me. I took out my three inch long mini-dagger and headed towards him. I used all the stealth that I had learnt over the ten years of military practice. Less than a meter away from him and I shoved the dagger in.
The dagger was placed through his back, to the left of his spine, straight into his heart, I pressed the button on the dagger and a metal rod went another three inches into his body, to fully pierce his heart. How I loved this dagger, I pull it out and see his body crumple down to the ground. I press the daggers button again and it shrank back into its original size. I had put it in my pocket and went towards the garage. I went toward the car to see that the keys were still left inside, and turned them in order to run the car. It worked on its first attempt, and I backed up slowly. The garage door opened and I had sped down the street and turned the corner. How long ago that had seemed, while really it was only yesterday. Now I was heading to HIO in order to steal Peter’s file. It needed to look as if a friend had taken it, in order not to get caught. Luckily, I wasn’t on the suspect list. Having hacked the HIO’s cameras, I knew almost everything and anything happening in the offices.
I enter using a key card I had borrowed from a friend and entered the building. The steps creaked with every step I took, and got noisier and noisier till I reached to the top. I pulled out my GSR and put the silencer barrel on. I turn the corner and see a janitor facing in the other direction listening to his music. I pull out my Russian extension knife and creep up behind him. He doesn’t notice anything, until I grab his neck with one hand and slit his throat with the other. I quickly drag his body to a window and throw him out. I turn around, yet still hear the crumbling of bones as he hits the ground.
I enter the office labeled ‘Detective Jenkins’ and see the file on the middle of the desk. I pick it up and place our gangs card with the fingerprint of one of Peters friends fingers I had happened to run across by. I leave the office and head back to my car and go on my way back home.
Friday, March 26, 2010
week 4
CHAPTER 3
I woke up with a start in the middle of the night. I was sweating all over my body, especially my forehead. I turn over in bed and turn on the switch. The lights burn my eyes and they feel like they are going to turn to dust. Slowly, my eyes get used to the light and I get up and head towards the washroom. My head is spinning from the days events, and how it might impact me in the future was unknown, but it wasn’t going to be good. I wiped my body with a towel and poured myself a hard cold drink of water. My headache seems to have eased up, but my thoughts were swirling inside my head. I head back to bed and lie down. Knowing I will not be able to force myself to sleep, I look for a book to read. As I’m looking, I pass by a card. It was given to me on my birthday. I open it and read the inside:
Dear Peter;
All of the best wishes on your many adventures. May you prosper in all off your accomplishments. Here is a little economic help and best of wishes.
Sincerely, Cynthia
How long ago it seemed of Cynthia’s passing away, but like I always do, if I try hard enough I can forget even the most worst of things ever to have happened. And that is what I plan to do for this entire day. Well, actually I want to forget yesterday, since it is already past midnight. I don’t read my book and just decide to lie down in bed, turn off the lights and hope to fall asleep. After what seemed like a profoundly long time, my eyes closed and my head wandered in my dreams.
I woke up with a start in the middle of the night. I was sweating all over my body, especially my forehead. I turn over in bed and turn on the switch. The lights burn my eyes and they feel like they are going to turn to dust. Slowly, my eyes get used to the light and I get up and head towards the washroom. My head is spinning from the days events, and how it might impact me in the future was unknown, but it wasn’t going to be good. I wiped my body with a towel and poured myself a hard cold drink of water. My headache seems to have eased up, but my thoughts were swirling inside my head. I head back to bed and lie down. Knowing I will not be able to force myself to sleep, I look for a book to read. As I’m looking, I pass by a card. It was given to me on my birthday. I open it and read the inside:
Dear Peter;
All of the best wishes on your many adventures. May you prosper in all off your accomplishments. Here is a little economic help and best of wishes.
Sincerely, Cynthia
How long ago it seemed of Cynthia’s passing away, but like I always do, if I try hard enough I can forget even the most worst of things ever to have happened. And that is what I plan to do for this entire day. Well, actually I want to forget yesterday, since it is already past midnight. I don’t read my book and just decide to lie down in bed, turn off the lights and hope to fall asleep. After what seemed like a profoundly long time, my eyes closed and my head wandered in my dreams.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
week 3 of project
GRIEVANCE AND
GRAVE
INDEX
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 1
I was starring at my lifeless limp body. I don’t remember how it had happened, but there was no question about it, I was dead. Wondering how it all happened I try to recall my days events.
I came home that day from a long day of work. It seemed like any other day. Entering the kitchen I had placed by keys on the kitchen counter, and played with a pen while reading the mail. The pen was an A&A pen, which cost near the thousand dollar mark. I had never seen it before. But I knew that it had to be brand new.
As I was reading the mail, I felt a large pain coming through the back of my heart. It felt like a heart attack, but as soon as it came, it suddenly stopped. Must have been those cramps acting up again, so I decided to relax a little bit before having dinner.
I placed the pen down and walked over to the living room. Family Feud was about to start and I wanted to catch all the action before my wife came home. As I walked over to the living room, I glanced over at the picture of her. Her long brunette hair and those majestic blue ice eyes separated her from other women. In all other aspects, she was the average woman.
As I reached for the remote, I heard a noise upstairs in the bedroom. Slowly going up the wooden fifty year old stairs, I reached the top to find that the alarm clock had gone off, and that it knocked over a small vase imported from China.
I headed downstairs to try to clean the mess up, when I suddenly heard the car turn on in the garage. I sprinted as quickly and safely as I could through the small space of the house, using the shortcut through the office room instead of going straight through the kitchen. When I reached the garage, I saw a pair of people driving off in my Mazda down the street, and then around the corner.
I could not say what the people looked like since they were at a distance and wearing masks. I decided it would be best to go back inside and phone the police. Back inside the safety and serenity of the house, I headed for the phone. Outstretched, my arm grazed the phone as I went to pick it up. I tug on it and put my hand toward my ear, but unexpectedly the phone was still in the charger. I tried to pick it up again, but I could only touch the phone. The phone must have been stuck to the charger, so I headed to the living room.
I was still in the shock that I have been robbed. Maybe it was more than a car, what if they took some personal items from the house. Finally I reached the living room and once again, the phone seemed to be stuck to the charger. Now my heart-rate rose up on a steep incline as I was panicking of what I was supposed to do. I decided to try out the last phone left in the house, located in the kitchen. I walk over with a sense of unrest and nervousness and head into the kitchen. I go around the corner of the counter, when I saw something upon my feet. It was myself.
CHAPTER 2
I stare down at my body. My body is not like the usual position that you see in the movies, but more that it was bending up the kitchen counter. With my lifeless legs on the ground and my head on the side of the counter, my back was bent as if to the point of where my spine would snap. Maybe it did, who knows.
Now I feel no pain. Actually, I feel nothing as I am still in the shock stage. I search my body for the wound in which I was killed by. Then I remember the sharp pain that I had, and realized that I was actually dead all that time. I search my back again, but this time, near the back of the heart. Sure enough, there was a small hole leading through the heart in which a steady yet slow stream of blood was flowing out from.
I accepted the fate that I was killed, but still wanted to know who had done it. I would feel unsatisfied if I did not find the person that killed me. I head toward the garage in hope to find something that the murderer had left behind.
Not much searching was required, since I found a business card right after opening the door. I bend over to try to pick it up, but am not able to. I try again and again, but my finger just keeps on grasping the air above the card. I could still feel the card, but could not do anything to move it from its current position.
Maybe this is what it meant to be dead. Just like the phones, I cannot move any object, only touch them. I also wonder if it is the same with people. I may find out sooner than later, but I go down on all fours, and read the business card. All that is on the card is a horseshoe shape with a cross in the middle. I go back into the kitchen when I hear the main door open. I sat down on a seat in the kitchen and saw her enter.
“I’m home” she yells, directing it to the bedroom, thinking that I was there. She heads toward the kitchen and places the bag upon the counter. On the opposite side of the counter, my body is lying there. “What is that awful smell”, she portrays to herself. I try to also smell it with my nose, but I feel no scent. Maybe being dead took away your sense of smell.
She went around the kitchen counter following the scent until she came upon the body. She gasped and ran into the washroom. I heard crying coming from the washroom and tried to enter, but I just was able to touch the handle. When will I learn that I cannot move objects? It might take some time, but I must learn to cope with it someday, wont I?
She cried for what seemed to be a good long hour locked inside the washroom. I couldn’t take her sadness any more as it broke my heart. I’m speaking metaphorically of course, since my heart is wounded. I go towards the main door and remember that I cannot move things, so trying the doorknob would be a great big waste of time. I head over to the next and last way to leave the house, through the garage. I hear the phone being picked up and the beeping of a number, followed by two other identical ones. I knew who the call was to, it was going towards 9-1-1.
The door heading toward the garage was open, but the garage door itself was closed. Why did I even come, I knew that the garage door was an automatic door. Maybe I just wanted to do something to get away from my body, maybe from my wifes sadness, or maybe from something entirely else.
I hear a knocking at the front door and know that this is the police. They yell out, “this is the police” which confirmed my prediction. This might be my best chance to leave the house, right when they open the door. I run towards the hallway heading towards the main door, when I spot my wife doing the same, but in a normal pass. She held the hankerchief that used to be her fathers before he too passed away. Still sobbing from her crying earlier on, she opened the door reluctantly. Right when she opened the door, I snuck past her and got outside. The police officers headed inside and one of them bumped into me.
It was a weird sight to see. It was as if I was nothing to him, but he knocked me back on my feet. “Wow, this place gives me the shivers”, he said to one of his other partners as they entered inside. They closed the door behind them and that was when I realized it was just another beginning when I thought everything ended. I stood up and walked towards the park, recalling the days events over and over, hoping something would give me a clue to who the murderer was. Everytime I came up with a suspect, another two came to mind.
CHAPTER 3
GRAVE
INDEX
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 1
I was starring at my lifeless limp body. I don’t remember how it had happened, but there was no question about it, I was dead. Wondering how it all happened I try to recall my days events.
I came home that day from a long day of work. It seemed like any other day. Entering the kitchen I had placed by keys on the kitchen counter, and played with a pen while reading the mail. The pen was an A&A pen, which cost near the thousand dollar mark. I had never seen it before. But I knew that it had to be brand new.
As I was reading the mail, I felt a large pain coming through the back of my heart. It felt like a heart attack, but as soon as it came, it suddenly stopped. Must have been those cramps acting up again, so I decided to relax a little bit before having dinner.
I placed the pen down and walked over to the living room. Family Feud was about to start and I wanted to catch all the action before my wife came home. As I walked over to the living room, I glanced over at the picture of her. Her long brunette hair and those majestic blue ice eyes separated her from other women. In all other aspects, she was the average woman.
As I reached for the remote, I heard a noise upstairs in the bedroom. Slowly going up the wooden fifty year old stairs, I reached the top to find that the alarm clock had gone off, and that it knocked over a small vase imported from China.
I headed downstairs to try to clean the mess up, when I suddenly heard the car turn on in the garage. I sprinted as quickly and safely as I could through the small space of the house, using the shortcut through the office room instead of going straight through the kitchen. When I reached the garage, I saw a pair of people driving off in my Mazda down the street, and then around the corner.
I could not say what the people looked like since they were at a distance and wearing masks. I decided it would be best to go back inside and phone the police. Back inside the safety and serenity of the house, I headed for the phone. Outstretched, my arm grazed the phone as I went to pick it up. I tug on it and put my hand toward my ear, but unexpectedly the phone was still in the charger. I tried to pick it up again, but I could only touch the phone. The phone must have been stuck to the charger, so I headed to the living room.
I was still in the shock that I have been robbed. Maybe it was more than a car, what if they took some personal items from the house. Finally I reached the living room and once again, the phone seemed to be stuck to the charger. Now my heart-rate rose up on a steep incline as I was panicking of what I was supposed to do. I decided to try out the last phone left in the house, located in the kitchen. I walk over with a sense of unrest and nervousness and head into the kitchen. I go around the corner of the counter, when I saw something upon my feet. It was myself.
CHAPTER 2
I stare down at my body. My body is not like the usual position that you see in the movies, but more that it was bending up the kitchen counter. With my lifeless legs on the ground and my head on the side of the counter, my back was bent as if to the point of where my spine would snap. Maybe it did, who knows.
Now I feel no pain. Actually, I feel nothing as I am still in the shock stage. I search my body for the wound in which I was killed by. Then I remember the sharp pain that I had, and realized that I was actually dead all that time. I search my back again, but this time, near the back of the heart. Sure enough, there was a small hole leading through the heart in which a steady yet slow stream of blood was flowing out from.
I accepted the fate that I was killed, but still wanted to know who had done it. I would feel unsatisfied if I did not find the person that killed me. I head toward the garage in hope to find something that the murderer had left behind.
Not much searching was required, since I found a business card right after opening the door. I bend over to try to pick it up, but am not able to. I try again and again, but my finger just keeps on grasping the air above the card. I could still feel the card, but could not do anything to move it from its current position.
Maybe this is what it meant to be dead. Just like the phones, I cannot move any object, only touch them. I also wonder if it is the same with people. I may find out sooner than later, but I go down on all fours, and read the business card. All that is on the card is a horseshoe shape with a cross in the middle. I go back into the kitchen when I hear the main door open. I sat down on a seat in the kitchen and saw her enter.
“I’m home” she yells, directing it to the bedroom, thinking that I was there. She heads toward the kitchen and places the bag upon the counter. On the opposite side of the counter, my body is lying there. “What is that awful smell”, she portrays to herself. I try to also smell it with my nose, but I feel no scent. Maybe being dead took away your sense of smell.
She went around the kitchen counter following the scent until she came upon the body. She gasped and ran into the washroom. I heard crying coming from the washroom and tried to enter, but I just was able to touch the handle. When will I learn that I cannot move objects? It might take some time, but I must learn to cope with it someday, wont I?
She cried for what seemed to be a good long hour locked inside the washroom. I couldn’t take her sadness any more as it broke my heart. I’m speaking metaphorically of course, since my heart is wounded. I go towards the main door and remember that I cannot move things, so trying the doorknob would be a great big waste of time. I head over to the next and last way to leave the house, through the garage. I hear the phone being picked up and the beeping of a number, followed by two other identical ones. I knew who the call was to, it was going towards 9-1-1.
The door heading toward the garage was open, but the garage door itself was closed. Why did I even come, I knew that the garage door was an automatic door. Maybe I just wanted to do something to get away from my body, maybe from my wifes sadness, or maybe from something entirely else.
I hear a knocking at the front door and know that this is the police. They yell out, “this is the police” which confirmed my prediction. This might be my best chance to leave the house, right when they open the door. I run towards the hallway heading towards the main door, when I spot my wife doing the same, but in a normal pass. She held the hankerchief that used to be her fathers before he too passed away. Still sobbing from her crying earlier on, she opened the door reluctantly. Right when she opened the door, I snuck past her and got outside. The police officers headed inside and one of them bumped into me.
It was a weird sight to see. It was as if I was nothing to him, but he knocked me back on my feet. “Wow, this place gives me the shivers”, he said to one of his other partners as they entered inside. They closed the door behind them and that was when I realized it was just another beginning when I thought everything ended. I stood up and walked towards the park, recalling the days events over and over, hoping something would give me a clue to who the murderer was. Everytime I came up with a suspect, another two came to mind.
CHAPTER 3
week 2 of project
This week i didnt work on my project because i had a huge socials project, so i will post that instead.
P E O P L EDec.27.1939
REVIEW OF THE LAST 2 DECADES
TOP 8 INFLUENCIAL PEOPLE TOP CLOTHING TRENDS
TOP 10 MUSIC AND DANCE
Content
Top 8 Influencial People – Agnes MacPhail – pg.2
Lionel Conacher – pg.2-3 The Dionne Quintuplets – pg.3
Henry Ford – pg.4
The Group of Seven – pg.4-5
Frederick Banting – pg.5-6
Nellie McClung – pg.6
Mary Pickford – pg.7
Popular Music and Dance – pg.7-8
Trendy Trends – pg.8
Bibliography – pg.9
Number 8: Agnes MacPhail
Agnes Macphail was born March 24, 1890. Macphail started her career as a shoolteacher. She later became active politically, joining the United Farmers of Ontario (UFO) and its women’s organization. Macphail was elected to the House of Commons in 1921, making her the first female to be a Member of Parilament. Later she became re-elected in 1925, 1926, and 1930. She worked for two separate parties (Progressive Party and CCF)and promoted her ideas through column-writing, activist arganizing, and legislation. She became the first president of the Ontario CCF in 1932. In the 1935 federal election, Macphail was elected again, this time as a United Farmers of Ontario-Labour. She had a strong voice for rural isues, old-age pensions, and her concern for women in the criminal justice system led her to found the Elizabeth Fry Society of Canada in 1939. Macphail was also sent as a delegate to the League of Nations where she became an active member of the World Disarmament Committee.
Number 7: Lionel Conacher
Lionel Pretoria Conacher, born May 24, 1900 was nicknamed "The Big Train". He was Canada's top all-around athlete in the 1920s, excelling in Canadian football, ice hockey, lacrosse, baseball, boxing and wrestling. He later became a politician and was a Liberal Member of Provincial Parliament (MPP).He grew up in poverty and was one of ten children. Lionel quit school after the 8th grade to help support his family.Lionel first played organized football from 1912-1916 with a Toronto junior team, the Capitals. Later he went on to play for the Toronto Argonauts, and was part of the 1921 Grey Cup winning team. The very next season Lionel was named as team captain of the Argonauts. The team went undefeated again, with one tied gameIn 1927 he became an assistant football coach at Rutgers University. Therefore in 1933, with all his experience, he organized the first professional football league in Canada. He played halfback and captained the Toronto Crosse and Blackwell Chefs. From 1925 to 1937, Conacher played in the National Hockey League with the Pittsburgh Pirates, New York Americans, Chicago Blackhawks, and Montreal Maroons. Winning the Stanley Cup in 1934 with the Chicago Blackhawks, and 1935 with the Montreal Maroons. In 1920, Lionel hit the game-winning home run to give his team the Toronto semipro baseball crown, then promptly took a taxi across the city and scored four goals for his lacrosse team, which was losing 3-0 when he arrived. In 1926, he played professional baseball as an outfielder for the Toronto Maple Leafs of the International League. His team won the pennant and the Triple A championship.In 1920 Lionel won the Canadian amateur light heavyweight boxing title. In 1921 Lionel boxed a four-round exhibition with Jack Dempsey. Lionel also played lacrosse for the Toronto Maitlands, and helped guide that team to the Ontario Senior Lacrosse championship in 1922. In 1916 Conacher won the amateur lightweight wrestling championship of Ontario in the 125 pound weight class at age 16 year old. After training with Ali Hassan, he made his pro debut in May 1932 for Toronto promoter Ivan Mickailoff. Conacher went 27-0 as a pro wrestler in Canada and the United States in 1933 and never lost a match in his career.
Number 6: The Dionne Quintuplets
The Dionne quintuplets (born May 28, 1934) are the first quintuplets known to survive their infancy, named Annette, Emilie, Yvonne, Cécile, and Marie. The Dionnes were a farming family with five previous children named Ernest, Rose Marie, Therese, Daniel, and Pauline who was only eleven months older than the quints, (a sixth, son Léo, died of pneumonia shortly after birth).The Dionnes also had 3 sons after the quintuplets. Oliva Jr., Victor, and Claude (the last son born when the quintuplets were 12.) Elzire suspected she was carrying twins, but no one was aware that quintuplets were even possible. The quintuplets were born two months premature. Dr. Allan Roy Dafoe is credited with the birth of the quintuplets. The births were registered in nearby Corbeil. Their birth order, weight and measurement were not recorded since Dr. Dafoe was certain none of the babies could live. All that is known is that the three bigger ones were born firstThey were watched constantly and often had to be roused. The news of the unusual birth spread quickly and before long, people all over North America were offering assistance. Four months after the birth of the sisters, the Ontario government intervened and, in an unprecedented fashion, found the parents to be unfit for the quintuplets, and custody of the five babies was withdrawn from their parents by the Ontario government. The government realized the massive interest in the sisters and proceeded to engender a tourist industry around them. The girls were made wards of the provincial crown, planned until they reached the age of 18. Across the road from their birthplace, the Dafoe Hospital and Nursery was built for the five girls and their new caregivers. Cared for primarily by nurses, the children had limited exposure to the world outside the boundaries of the compound except for the daily rounds of tourists. Approximately 6,000 people per day visited the observation gallery that surrounded an outdoor playground to view the Dionne sisters. Oliva Dionne ran a souvenir shop and a concession store opposite the nursery and the area acquired the name "Quintland". In 1934, the Quintuplets brought in about $1 million, and they attracted in total about $51 million of tourist revenue to Ontario. Quintland became Ontario's biggest tourist attraction of the era, at the time surpassing the Canadian side of Niagara Falls. The sisters, and their likenesses and images, along with Dr. Dafoe, were used to publicize commercial products such as Karo corn syrup and Quaker Oats among many of other popular brands. They starred in four Hollywood films:
• The Country Doctor (1936)
• Reunion (1936)
• Five of a Kind (1938)
• Quintupland (1938)
Number 5: Henry Ford
Henry Ford was born on July 30 and was the American founder of the Ford Motor Company and father of modern assembly lines used in mass production. His introduction of the Model T automobile revolutionized transportation and American industry. He was a prolific inventor and was awarded 161 U.S. patents. One of which was the revolutionary assembly line. Both Henry Ford and Ransom E. Olds are credited with the invention of the assembly line, although the reality of the assembly line's development included many inventors. As owner of the Ford Motor Company he became one of the richest and best-known people in the world. He is credited with "Fordism", that is, the mass production of large numbers of inexpensive automobiles using the assembly line, coupled with high wages for his workers. Ford had a global vision, with consumerism as the key to peace. Henry Ford's intense commitment to lowering costs resulted in many technical and business innovations, including a franchise system that put a dealership in every city in North America, and in major cities on six continents. Henry Ford opposed war, which he thought was a waste of time. Ford became highly critical of those who he felt financed war, and he seemed to do whatever he could to stop them. He felt time was better spent making things. Despite this Ford, like other automobile companies, entered the aviation business during World War I, building Liberty engines. After the war, it returned to auto manufacturing until 1925, when Henry Ford acquired the Stout Metal Airplane Company. Ford and Adolf Hitler admired each other's achievements. Adolf Hitler kept a life-size portrait of Ford next to his desk. In July 1938, four months after the German annexation of Austria, Ford was awarded the Grand Cross of the German Eagle, the highest medal awarded by Nazi Germany to foreigners. Ford disliked the administration of President Franklin D. Roosevelt and did not approve of U.S. involvement in the war. By 1932, Ford was manufacturing one third of all the world’s automobiles. Ford's image transfixed Europeans, especially the Germans, arousing the "fear of some, the infatuation of others, and the fascination among all". Germans who discussed "Fordism" often believed that it represented something American. The Ford Motor Company worked to conduct business in any nation where the United States had peaceful diplomatic relations:
• Ford of Australia
• Ford of Britain
• Ford of Argentina
• Ford of Brazil
• Ford of Canada
• Ford of Europe
• Ford India
• Ford South Africa
• Ford Mexico
Number 4: The Group of Seven
By the 1920s, a general reorientation of Canadian painting was underway, led by the Group of Seven, perhaps the best-recognized painters in Canadian history. The Group of Seven argued strongly against pastoralism, claiming it was not a truly Canadian artistic style because it derived from European painting styles. In particular, they argued that this style of painting was too sedate and refined to be truly Canadian. For them, the rugged nature of the Canadian landscape required a bolder, more vigorous painting style and a heightened use of colour. Canada was a vibrant, rough country of vast expanses which needed to be presented in a style which conveyed this image. The Group of Seven came together in Toronto in the 1910s and initially included: Lawren Harris, Arthur Lismer, A.Y. Jackson, J.E.H. MacDonald, Frank Johnston, F.H. Varley, and Frank Carmichael. The paintings of their close friend Tom Thomson, who died before the Group of Seven was formed, were also frequently included in their exhibitions. Individually and collectively, the artists who were to make up the Group of Seven were searching for a new way of painting -- a way of painting which would allow them to express what they believed were the distinctive attributes of Canada. By the late 1910s, their ideas had progressed to the point where they found themselves drawn to exhibit together. In 1920, they held their first exhibition as the Group of Seven. This exhibition was neither a stirring success nor a complete failure. Perhaps their most important ally was Eric Brown, director the National Gallery of Canada (NGC). Brown arranged for the NGC to purchase the Group's paintings and included their art in international exhibitions which he organized. In fact, by 1925 the Group of Seven so much dominated the Canadian contribution to one international exhibition (because Brown made the selections) that other artists complained that they were being neglected by the NGC. Although the members of the Group of Seven painted more than landscapes and while each member had his own distinctive style, there were some common themes to their art. It would be difficult to underestimate the significance of the Group of Seven in Canadian art. They dominated the Canadian art scene and for many people, the art of the Group of Seven is Canadian art. Yet, the Group of Seven did not exist for very long and even during its existence it underwent significant changes. F.H. Varley left to pursue his own interests in 1926. He was replaced by A.J. Casson, a water colour specialist. And, in the early 1930s, two other artists, Edwin Holgate and L.L. FitzGerald, joined the Group, bringing its active membership to nine. Nor was the Group of Seven ever really a unified group or "school" of Canadian painting. Its members were friends and colleagues who shared an artistic vision of Canada, but they also pursued their own ideas as well. In 1933, the Group of Seven was formally dissolved and replaced by the larger Canadian Group of Painters. The Group of Seven had made its mark. Its dissolution indicated that Canadian art was about to move in a very different direction.
Number 3: Frederick Banting
Frederick Grant Banting was born on November 14, 1891. In 1916 he took his M.B. degree and at once joined the Canadian Army Medical Corps. He served the in World War 1 and got wounded at the battle of Cambrai in 1918. Later, in 1919 he was awarded the Military Cross for heroism under fire.When the war ended in 1919, Banting returned to Canada and was for a short time a medical practitioner. In 1922 he was awarded his M.D. degree, together with a gold medal.Banting had become deeply interested in diabetes. The work of Naunyn, Minkowski, Opie, Schafer, and others had indicated that diabetes was caused by lack of a protein.While he was considering this problem, Banting read in a medical journal an article by Moses Baron. The article suggested to Banting the idea that by destroying the cells, he would avoid the destruction of the insulin, so that, after sufficient time insulin might be extracted.Determined to investigate this possibility, Banting discussed it with various people, among whom was J.J.R. Macleod, who gave him facilities for experimental work. Dr. Charles Best, a medical student, was appointed as Banting's assistant, and together, Banting and Best started the work which was to lead to the discovery of insulin. In 1922 Banting had been appointed Senior Demonstrator in Medicine at the University of Toronto, and in 1923 he was elected to the Banting and Best Chair of Medical Research. He was also appointed Honorary Consulting Physician to the Toronto General Hospital, the Hospital for Sick Children, and the Toronto Western Hospital. In addition to his medical degree, Banting also obtained, in 1923, the LL.D. degree (Queens) and the D.Sc. degree (Toronto). Prior to the award of the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine for 1923, which he shared with Macleod, he received the Reeve Prize of the University of Toronto (1922). He was knighted in 1934. Banting was also a keen painter, once tooking part of a painting expedition above the Arctic Circle, sponsored by the Government. Banting married Marion Robertson in 1924 and they had one child, William. The marriage ended in a divorce, but Banting married again to Henrietta Ball.
Number 2: Nellie McClung
Nellie McClung was a political activist. She was also a charmer with a gift for oratory and a delightful sense of humour. Her spirited leadership rallied others to the cause of women's suffrage in Manitoba in the early 20th century. Nellie McClung's personal commitment to women's rights became her political cause as well. She began to speak out for female suffrage and to write fiction. Her novel, Sowing Seeds in Danny, is a witty portrayal of a small western town. Published in 1908, it became a national best seller, the first of her many literary successes. Marriage, five children, and a successful writing career did not stop Nellie McClung from campaigning for women's rights. Her concern for less fortunate women grew out of deep religious beliefs and devotion to her family. She had seen firsthand the suffering of women and children caused by neglect, overwork, poverty and alcohol abuse. In 1912, Manitoba women formed the Political Equality League to improve women's working conditions. The League convinced Premier Roblin that factory conditions for women were indeed terrible, but in spite of McClung's eloquence, the League did not convince him that female suffrage was the remedy for such abuses. Manitoba became the first Canadian province to give women the right to vote. Nellie McClung continued to fight for women's suffrage in other provinces, and saw, slowly but steadily, tradition giving way to equality.
Books Written by Nellie McClung:
Fiction
Sowing Seeds in Danny (1908)
The Second Chance (1910)
The Black Creek Stopping House and Other Stories (1912)
Purple Springs (1921)
When Christmas Crossed 'The Peace' (1923)
Painted Fires (1925)
All We Like Sheep (1976)
Be Good to Yourself (1980)
Flowers for the Living (1991)
Non-Fiction
In Times Like These (1915)
The Next of Kin (1917)
Three Times and Out (1918)
Clearing in the West (1935)
Leaves from Lantern Lane (1936)
More Leaves from Lantern Lane (1937)
The Stream Runs Fast (1945)
The Morning After Dawn (1950)
Number 1: Mary Pickford
Gladys Louise Smith was born on April 8th 1892 in Toronto Canada. She was the eldest of three children with a sister "Lottie" and a brother Jack. When the family moved to the USA Gladys supported her family by working as a child actress in the theatre, where she introduced herself to the famous producer David Belasco. He was impressed with the precocious Gladys enough to put her to work and change her name to Mary Pickford.The popularity of moving pictures was growing rapidly and in 1909 Mary's film career began when she joined the Biograph Company in New York under the direction of D W Griffith. Over the next two years Mary appeared in seventy nine films for Biograph, also she met and married for the first time an actor called Owen Moore. Mary joined IMP in 1911 but her stay was short, she missed the quality of production that she had enjoyed at Biograph, after a short stay at Majestic Mary decided to rejoin Biograph in 1912. Mary joined Famous Players later Paramount Pictures in 1913 and started to make feature length films. During the next few years Mary's fame and fortune grew and she also aquired her nickname "America's Sweetheart". By 1917 she was famous enough to go on tour alongside Douglas Fairbanks and Charles Chaplin, selling liberty bonds in aid of the war effort. Throughout the twenties Mary slowed down her film production to one qualitybig budget production per year. She maintained her success but by the end of the decade, Mary's screen persona was starting to look dated in the wake of the flapper culture. Armed with a microphone and a new short haircut Mary embarked on her talkie debut in 1929 called "Coquette" and she won the Academy Award for best actress. With the public failing to accept her in adult roles, her movie career was over by 1933. By 1936 Mary's marriage to Doug was also over, probably due to the loss of his film career and his constant globetrotting. In 1937 Mary married her "My Best Girl" co-star Charles "Buddy" Rogers. Over the next years she engaged herself in some film production work and promoted several charities.
Popular Music and Dance
Top 10 Music
1. Happy Days Are Here Again - Ben Selvin and Benny Meroff
2. Puttin on the Ritz - Harry Richman
3. On The Sunny Side of the Street - Ted Lewis
4. Get Happy - Nat Shilkret
5. Ten Cents A Dance - Ruth Etting
6. West End Blues – Louis Armstrong
7. Downhearted Blues – Bessie Smith
8. Blue Yodel (T for Texas) – Jimmie Rodgers
9. Star Dust – Hoagy Carmichael and His Pals
10. Ain’t Misbehavin’ – Fats Waller
Top 10 Dance
1920s
1. Black Bottom
2. Charleston
3. Foxtrot
4. Shag
5. Waltz
1930s
1. Big Apple
2. Foxtrot
3. Swing
4. Waltz
5. Tap
Trendy Trends
The 1920’s
By the end of the First World War, many changes in fashion came about. Short bobs became in, as well as pinafores worn above the knee. Corsets were gone, and women suddenly dressed like boys. Chanel was one of the most popular fashion movers of the era, as she was responsible for introducing chic and futuristic designs. She helped in making popular the bob hairstyle, use of jersey knit among women, as well as use of the little black dress. She also made popular the use of jewelry and knitwear among her clients. Men’s wear became emphasized youthfulness and relaxation. Formality was being forgotten, as men preferred to show off their youthfulness. They wore short suit jackets, as well as short tuxedo, sweaters and short pants. Another trend was the London cut, made popular by the English tailor Scholte.
The 1930’s
Women of the 30's were quite pale since a suntan was seen as lower class. Rouge, lipstick, and eyeshadow were used to brighten their faces, and women used artificial eyelashes that took two hours to apply in a salon. Women's hair was fairly short and generally styled in finger-waves or soft curls with hardly any body. The shape of the 1930s, for both men and women, was long and sleek. With the Clara Bow flapper passe, the rage is for the sophisticated Garbo look. Skirts widen softly below the hip and then reach mid-calf. Thick clinging fabrics are enormously popular. Broadening and squaring of the shoulders leads to three-inch shoulder pads, even in nightgowns. The zipper's popularity continued during the 1930s. It was first commonly known as a "slide fastener." B. F. Goodrich coined the name "zipper" and used it as a fastener in an overshoe. The predominance of zippers in manufactured clothing increased toward the end of the decade, primarily as a side closing fastener. For casual wear, women wore housedresses most of the time for doing housework or lounging. Dressier housedresses were sometimes worn to play cards or other casual social occasions. For summer wear, shorts outfits or playsuits were popular, in cotton or rayon.
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P E O P L EDec.27.1939
REVIEW OF THE LAST 2 DECADES
TOP 8 INFLUENCIAL PEOPLE TOP CLOTHING TRENDS
TOP 10 MUSIC AND DANCE
Content
Top 8 Influencial People – Agnes MacPhail – pg.2
Lionel Conacher – pg.2-3 The Dionne Quintuplets – pg.3
Henry Ford – pg.4
The Group of Seven – pg.4-5
Frederick Banting – pg.5-6
Nellie McClung – pg.6
Mary Pickford – pg.7
Popular Music and Dance – pg.7-8
Trendy Trends – pg.8
Bibliography – pg.9
Number 8: Agnes MacPhail
Agnes Macphail was born March 24, 1890. Macphail started her career as a shoolteacher. She later became active politically, joining the United Farmers of Ontario (UFO) and its women’s organization. Macphail was elected to the House of Commons in 1921, making her the first female to be a Member of Parilament. Later she became re-elected in 1925, 1926, and 1930. She worked for two separate parties (Progressive Party and CCF)and promoted her ideas through column-writing, activist arganizing, and legislation. She became the first president of the Ontario CCF in 1932. In the 1935 federal election, Macphail was elected again, this time as a United Farmers of Ontario-Labour. She had a strong voice for rural isues, old-age pensions, and her concern for women in the criminal justice system led her to found the Elizabeth Fry Society of Canada in 1939. Macphail was also sent as a delegate to the League of Nations where she became an active member of the World Disarmament Committee.
Number 7: Lionel Conacher
Lionel Pretoria Conacher, born May 24, 1900 was nicknamed "The Big Train". He was Canada's top all-around athlete in the 1920s, excelling in Canadian football, ice hockey, lacrosse, baseball, boxing and wrestling. He later became a politician and was a Liberal Member of Provincial Parliament (MPP).He grew up in poverty and was one of ten children. Lionel quit school after the 8th grade to help support his family.Lionel first played organized football from 1912-1916 with a Toronto junior team, the Capitals. Later he went on to play for the Toronto Argonauts, and was part of the 1921 Grey Cup winning team. The very next season Lionel was named as team captain of the Argonauts. The team went undefeated again, with one tied gameIn 1927 he became an assistant football coach at Rutgers University. Therefore in 1933, with all his experience, he organized the first professional football league in Canada. He played halfback and captained the Toronto Crosse and Blackwell Chefs. From 1925 to 1937, Conacher played in the National Hockey League with the Pittsburgh Pirates, New York Americans, Chicago Blackhawks, and Montreal Maroons. Winning the Stanley Cup in 1934 with the Chicago Blackhawks, and 1935 with the Montreal Maroons. In 1920, Lionel hit the game-winning home run to give his team the Toronto semipro baseball crown, then promptly took a taxi across the city and scored four goals for his lacrosse team, which was losing 3-0 when he arrived. In 1926, he played professional baseball as an outfielder for the Toronto Maple Leafs of the International League. His team won the pennant and the Triple A championship.In 1920 Lionel won the Canadian amateur light heavyweight boxing title. In 1921 Lionel boxed a four-round exhibition with Jack Dempsey. Lionel also played lacrosse for the Toronto Maitlands, and helped guide that team to the Ontario Senior Lacrosse championship in 1922. In 1916 Conacher won the amateur lightweight wrestling championship of Ontario in the 125 pound weight class at age 16 year old. After training with Ali Hassan, he made his pro debut in May 1932 for Toronto promoter Ivan Mickailoff. Conacher went 27-0 as a pro wrestler in Canada and the United States in 1933 and never lost a match in his career.
Number 6: The Dionne Quintuplets
The Dionne quintuplets (born May 28, 1934) are the first quintuplets known to survive their infancy, named Annette, Emilie, Yvonne, Cécile, and Marie. The Dionnes were a farming family with five previous children named Ernest, Rose Marie, Therese, Daniel, and Pauline who was only eleven months older than the quints, (a sixth, son Léo, died of pneumonia shortly after birth).The Dionnes also had 3 sons after the quintuplets. Oliva Jr., Victor, and Claude (the last son born when the quintuplets were 12.) Elzire suspected she was carrying twins, but no one was aware that quintuplets were even possible. The quintuplets were born two months premature. Dr. Allan Roy Dafoe is credited with the birth of the quintuplets. The births were registered in nearby Corbeil. Their birth order, weight and measurement were not recorded since Dr. Dafoe was certain none of the babies could live. All that is known is that the three bigger ones were born firstThey were watched constantly and often had to be roused. The news of the unusual birth spread quickly and before long, people all over North America were offering assistance. Four months after the birth of the sisters, the Ontario government intervened and, in an unprecedented fashion, found the parents to be unfit for the quintuplets, and custody of the five babies was withdrawn from their parents by the Ontario government. The government realized the massive interest in the sisters and proceeded to engender a tourist industry around them. The girls were made wards of the provincial crown, planned until they reached the age of 18. Across the road from their birthplace, the Dafoe Hospital and Nursery was built for the five girls and their new caregivers. Cared for primarily by nurses, the children had limited exposure to the world outside the boundaries of the compound except for the daily rounds of tourists. Approximately 6,000 people per day visited the observation gallery that surrounded an outdoor playground to view the Dionne sisters. Oliva Dionne ran a souvenir shop and a concession store opposite the nursery and the area acquired the name "Quintland". In 1934, the Quintuplets brought in about $1 million, and they attracted in total about $51 million of tourist revenue to Ontario. Quintland became Ontario's biggest tourist attraction of the era, at the time surpassing the Canadian side of Niagara Falls. The sisters, and their likenesses and images, along with Dr. Dafoe, were used to publicize commercial products such as Karo corn syrup and Quaker Oats among many of other popular brands. They starred in four Hollywood films:
• The Country Doctor (1936)
• Reunion (1936)
• Five of a Kind (1938)
• Quintupland (1938)
Number 5: Henry Ford
Henry Ford was born on July 30 and was the American founder of the Ford Motor Company and father of modern assembly lines used in mass production. His introduction of the Model T automobile revolutionized transportation and American industry. He was a prolific inventor and was awarded 161 U.S. patents. One of which was the revolutionary assembly line. Both Henry Ford and Ransom E. Olds are credited with the invention of the assembly line, although the reality of the assembly line's development included many inventors. As owner of the Ford Motor Company he became one of the richest and best-known people in the world. He is credited with "Fordism", that is, the mass production of large numbers of inexpensive automobiles using the assembly line, coupled with high wages for his workers. Ford had a global vision, with consumerism as the key to peace. Henry Ford's intense commitment to lowering costs resulted in many technical and business innovations, including a franchise system that put a dealership in every city in North America, and in major cities on six continents. Henry Ford opposed war, which he thought was a waste of time. Ford became highly critical of those who he felt financed war, and he seemed to do whatever he could to stop them. He felt time was better spent making things. Despite this Ford, like other automobile companies, entered the aviation business during World War I, building Liberty engines. After the war, it returned to auto manufacturing until 1925, when Henry Ford acquired the Stout Metal Airplane Company. Ford and Adolf Hitler admired each other's achievements. Adolf Hitler kept a life-size portrait of Ford next to his desk. In July 1938, four months after the German annexation of Austria, Ford was awarded the Grand Cross of the German Eagle, the highest medal awarded by Nazi Germany to foreigners. Ford disliked the administration of President Franklin D. Roosevelt and did not approve of U.S. involvement in the war. By 1932, Ford was manufacturing one third of all the world’s automobiles. Ford's image transfixed Europeans, especially the Germans, arousing the "fear of some, the infatuation of others, and the fascination among all". Germans who discussed "Fordism" often believed that it represented something American. The Ford Motor Company worked to conduct business in any nation where the United States had peaceful diplomatic relations:
• Ford of Australia
• Ford of Britain
• Ford of Argentina
• Ford of Brazil
• Ford of Canada
• Ford of Europe
• Ford India
• Ford South Africa
• Ford Mexico
Number 4: The Group of Seven
By the 1920s, a general reorientation of Canadian painting was underway, led by the Group of Seven, perhaps the best-recognized painters in Canadian history. The Group of Seven argued strongly against pastoralism, claiming it was not a truly Canadian artistic style because it derived from European painting styles. In particular, they argued that this style of painting was too sedate and refined to be truly Canadian. For them, the rugged nature of the Canadian landscape required a bolder, more vigorous painting style and a heightened use of colour. Canada was a vibrant, rough country of vast expanses which needed to be presented in a style which conveyed this image. The Group of Seven came together in Toronto in the 1910s and initially included: Lawren Harris, Arthur Lismer, A.Y. Jackson, J.E.H. MacDonald, Frank Johnston, F.H. Varley, and Frank Carmichael. The paintings of their close friend Tom Thomson, who died before the Group of Seven was formed, were also frequently included in their exhibitions. Individually and collectively, the artists who were to make up the Group of Seven were searching for a new way of painting -- a way of painting which would allow them to express what they believed were the distinctive attributes of Canada. By the late 1910s, their ideas had progressed to the point where they found themselves drawn to exhibit together. In 1920, they held their first exhibition as the Group of Seven. This exhibition was neither a stirring success nor a complete failure. Perhaps their most important ally was Eric Brown, director the National Gallery of Canada (NGC). Brown arranged for the NGC to purchase the Group's paintings and included their art in international exhibitions which he organized. In fact, by 1925 the Group of Seven so much dominated the Canadian contribution to one international exhibition (because Brown made the selections) that other artists complained that they were being neglected by the NGC. Although the members of the Group of Seven painted more than landscapes and while each member had his own distinctive style, there were some common themes to their art. It would be difficult to underestimate the significance of the Group of Seven in Canadian art. They dominated the Canadian art scene and for many people, the art of the Group of Seven is Canadian art. Yet, the Group of Seven did not exist for very long and even during its existence it underwent significant changes. F.H. Varley left to pursue his own interests in 1926. He was replaced by A.J. Casson, a water colour specialist. And, in the early 1930s, two other artists, Edwin Holgate and L.L. FitzGerald, joined the Group, bringing its active membership to nine. Nor was the Group of Seven ever really a unified group or "school" of Canadian painting. Its members were friends and colleagues who shared an artistic vision of Canada, but they also pursued their own ideas as well. In 1933, the Group of Seven was formally dissolved and replaced by the larger Canadian Group of Painters. The Group of Seven had made its mark. Its dissolution indicated that Canadian art was about to move in a very different direction.
Number 3: Frederick Banting
Frederick Grant Banting was born on November 14, 1891. In 1916 he took his M.B. degree and at once joined the Canadian Army Medical Corps. He served the in World War 1 and got wounded at the battle of Cambrai in 1918. Later, in 1919 he was awarded the Military Cross for heroism under fire.When the war ended in 1919, Banting returned to Canada and was for a short time a medical practitioner. In 1922 he was awarded his M.D. degree, together with a gold medal.Banting had become deeply interested in diabetes. The work of Naunyn, Minkowski, Opie, Schafer, and others had indicated that diabetes was caused by lack of a protein.While he was considering this problem, Banting read in a medical journal an article by Moses Baron. The article suggested to Banting the idea that by destroying the cells, he would avoid the destruction of the insulin, so that, after sufficient time insulin might be extracted.Determined to investigate this possibility, Banting discussed it with various people, among whom was J.J.R. Macleod, who gave him facilities for experimental work. Dr. Charles Best, a medical student, was appointed as Banting's assistant, and together, Banting and Best started the work which was to lead to the discovery of insulin. In 1922 Banting had been appointed Senior Demonstrator in Medicine at the University of Toronto, and in 1923 he was elected to the Banting and Best Chair of Medical Research. He was also appointed Honorary Consulting Physician to the Toronto General Hospital, the Hospital for Sick Children, and the Toronto Western Hospital. In addition to his medical degree, Banting also obtained, in 1923, the LL.D. degree (Queens) and the D.Sc. degree (Toronto). Prior to the award of the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine for 1923, which he shared with Macleod, he received the Reeve Prize of the University of Toronto (1922). He was knighted in 1934. Banting was also a keen painter, once tooking part of a painting expedition above the Arctic Circle, sponsored by the Government. Banting married Marion Robertson in 1924 and they had one child, William. The marriage ended in a divorce, but Banting married again to Henrietta Ball.
Number 2: Nellie McClung
Nellie McClung was a political activist. She was also a charmer with a gift for oratory and a delightful sense of humour. Her spirited leadership rallied others to the cause of women's suffrage in Manitoba in the early 20th century. Nellie McClung's personal commitment to women's rights became her political cause as well. She began to speak out for female suffrage and to write fiction. Her novel, Sowing Seeds in Danny, is a witty portrayal of a small western town. Published in 1908, it became a national best seller, the first of her many literary successes. Marriage, five children, and a successful writing career did not stop Nellie McClung from campaigning for women's rights. Her concern for less fortunate women grew out of deep religious beliefs and devotion to her family. She had seen firsthand the suffering of women and children caused by neglect, overwork, poverty and alcohol abuse. In 1912, Manitoba women formed the Political Equality League to improve women's working conditions. The League convinced Premier Roblin that factory conditions for women were indeed terrible, but in spite of McClung's eloquence, the League did not convince him that female suffrage was the remedy for such abuses. Manitoba became the first Canadian province to give women the right to vote. Nellie McClung continued to fight for women's suffrage in other provinces, and saw, slowly but steadily, tradition giving way to equality.
Books Written by Nellie McClung:
Fiction
Sowing Seeds in Danny (1908)
The Second Chance (1910)
The Black Creek Stopping House and Other Stories (1912)
Purple Springs (1921)
When Christmas Crossed 'The Peace' (1923)
Painted Fires (1925)
All We Like Sheep (1976)
Be Good to Yourself (1980)
Flowers for the Living (1991)
Non-Fiction
In Times Like These (1915)
The Next of Kin (1917)
Three Times and Out (1918)
Clearing in the West (1935)
Leaves from Lantern Lane (1936)
More Leaves from Lantern Lane (1937)
The Stream Runs Fast (1945)
The Morning After Dawn (1950)
Number 1: Mary Pickford
Gladys Louise Smith was born on April 8th 1892 in Toronto Canada. She was the eldest of three children with a sister "Lottie" and a brother Jack. When the family moved to the USA Gladys supported her family by working as a child actress in the theatre, where she introduced herself to the famous producer David Belasco. He was impressed with the precocious Gladys enough to put her to work and change her name to Mary Pickford.The popularity of moving pictures was growing rapidly and in 1909 Mary's film career began when she joined the Biograph Company in New York under the direction of D W Griffith. Over the next two years Mary appeared in seventy nine films for Biograph, also she met and married for the first time an actor called Owen Moore. Mary joined IMP in 1911 but her stay was short, she missed the quality of production that she had enjoyed at Biograph, after a short stay at Majestic Mary decided to rejoin Biograph in 1912. Mary joined Famous Players later Paramount Pictures in 1913 and started to make feature length films. During the next few years Mary's fame and fortune grew and she also aquired her nickname "America's Sweetheart". By 1917 she was famous enough to go on tour alongside Douglas Fairbanks and Charles Chaplin, selling liberty bonds in aid of the war effort. Throughout the twenties Mary slowed down her film production to one qualitybig budget production per year. She maintained her success but by the end of the decade, Mary's screen persona was starting to look dated in the wake of the flapper culture. Armed with a microphone and a new short haircut Mary embarked on her talkie debut in 1929 called "Coquette" and she won the Academy Award for best actress. With the public failing to accept her in adult roles, her movie career was over by 1933. By 1936 Mary's marriage to Doug was also over, probably due to the loss of his film career and his constant globetrotting. In 1937 Mary married her "My Best Girl" co-star Charles "Buddy" Rogers. Over the next years she engaged herself in some film production work and promoted several charities.
Popular Music and Dance
Top 10 Music
1. Happy Days Are Here Again - Ben Selvin and Benny Meroff
2. Puttin on the Ritz - Harry Richman
3. On The Sunny Side of the Street - Ted Lewis
4. Get Happy - Nat Shilkret
5. Ten Cents A Dance - Ruth Etting
6. West End Blues – Louis Armstrong
7. Downhearted Blues – Bessie Smith
8. Blue Yodel (T for Texas) – Jimmie Rodgers
9. Star Dust – Hoagy Carmichael and His Pals
10. Ain’t Misbehavin’ – Fats Waller
Top 10 Dance
1920s
1. Black Bottom
2. Charleston
3. Foxtrot
4. Shag
5. Waltz
1930s
1. Big Apple
2. Foxtrot
3. Swing
4. Waltz
5. Tap
Trendy Trends
The 1920’s
By the end of the First World War, many changes in fashion came about. Short bobs became in, as well as pinafores worn above the knee. Corsets were gone, and women suddenly dressed like boys. Chanel was one of the most popular fashion movers of the era, as she was responsible for introducing chic and futuristic designs. She helped in making popular the bob hairstyle, use of jersey knit among women, as well as use of the little black dress. She also made popular the use of jewelry and knitwear among her clients. Men’s wear became emphasized youthfulness and relaxation. Formality was being forgotten, as men preferred to show off their youthfulness. They wore short suit jackets, as well as short tuxedo, sweaters and short pants. Another trend was the London cut, made popular by the English tailor Scholte.
The 1930’s
Women of the 30's were quite pale since a suntan was seen as lower class. Rouge, lipstick, and eyeshadow were used to brighten their faces, and women used artificial eyelashes that took two hours to apply in a salon. Women's hair was fairly short and generally styled in finger-waves or soft curls with hardly any body. The shape of the 1930s, for both men and women, was long and sleek. With the Clara Bow flapper passe, the rage is for the sophisticated Garbo look. Skirts widen softly below the hip and then reach mid-calf. Thick clinging fabrics are enormously popular. Broadening and squaring of the shoulders leads to three-inch shoulder pads, even in nightgowns. The zipper's popularity continued during the 1930s. It was first commonly known as a "slide fastener." B. F. Goodrich coined the name "zipper" and used it as a fastener in an overshoe. The predominance of zippers in manufactured clothing increased toward the end of the decade, primarily as a side closing fastener. For casual wear, women wore housedresses most of the time for doing housework or lounging. Dressier housedresses were sometimes worn to play cards or other casual social occasions. For summer wear, shorts outfits or playsuits were popular, in cotton or rayon.
Bibliography
Books
1. Social Studies Eleven Student Workbook Pg.69-85
Websites (Unknown government technology)
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Friday, March 5, 2010
Week 1
Grievance and Grave
CHARACTER SKETCH
OUTLINE
CHAPTER 1
Introduce protagonist and antagonist meeting up on the subway. They are close friends, and the antagonist has a friend on the subway too. His friend starts talking to the protagonist which teaches us more about who he is and what he does. The antagonist’s friend has a tattoo of a horseshoe on his neck. This tattoo is because the antagonist is the leader of the gang, but he doesn’t have a visible tattoo like his friend. The friends job is to find out about the protagonist and his wife, and when they come home. The protagonist goes to work and we learn his personality as a person. He then goes home.
CHAPTER 2
When he arrives home, he realizes that his garage door is open. Suspecting that it might be his wife, he heads toward the kitchen, when he suddenly hears a ramble upstairs, in his bedroom. He goes up quietly and cautiously. When he gets near the bedroom, he puts his head toward the door and listens very intently. He hears nothing and opens the door quietly. He finally realizes that his alarm went off and it knocks. Suddenly he hears his car turn on. Running downstairs, he only catches a man in the car seen turning around the corner. He runs toward the kitchen to phone the police when he suddenly turns the corner where a man is standing. The masked man is holding a dagger and he throws it into the heart of the protagonist.
CHAPTER 3
The masked man runs away, but a card falls out of his pocket bearing the sign of a horseshoe. The protagonist is standing there waiting to feel pain, but is just in shock without feeling anything hurt. He thinks that the knife must have missed, and in shock, he goes towards the phone and notices the card on the ground and the horseshoe and how it is very similar. He tries to phone the police but cannot grab the phone, instead his hand just hits it and doesn’t pull. It is as if he does not have enough strength to pull it. Thinking his phone might be stuck, he goes to the kitchen counter to get his cellphone. Turning the corner he steps on something. Not something, but someone. The lifeless limp body of himself.
CHAPTER 4
In a shock he goes down on the ground and inspects his own body. The end of the dagger is sticking out of him in the area of his heart. He starts to think how this could have happened and who would have done this, but he knows that he is now a ghost. No longer connected to the real words (or is he?). His wife comes home and phones the police when she realizes him on the ground. He attends his own funeral and sees everybody there that cared for him. After the funeral he realizes that maybe
CHARACTER SKETCH
OUTLINE
CHAPTER 1
Introduce protagonist and antagonist meeting up on the subway. They are close friends, and the antagonist has a friend on the subway too. His friend starts talking to the protagonist which teaches us more about who he is and what he does. The antagonist’s friend has a tattoo of a horseshoe on his neck. This tattoo is because the antagonist is the leader of the gang, but he doesn’t have a visible tattoo like his friend. The friends job is to find out about the protagonist and his wife, and when they come home. The protagonist goes to work and we learn his personality as a person. He then goes home.
CHAPTER 2
When he arrives home, he realizes that his garage door is open. Suspecting that it might be his wife, he heads toward the kitchen, when he suddenly hears a ramble upstairs, in his bedroom. He goes up quietly and cautiously. When he gets near the bedroom, he puts his head toward the door and listens very intently. He hears nothing and opens the door quietly. He finally realizes that his alarm went off and it knocks. Suddenly he hears his car turn on. Running downstairs, he only catches a man in the car seen turning around the corner. He runs toward the kitchen to phone the police when he suddenly turns the corner where a man is standing. The masked man is holding a dagger and he throws it into the heart of the protagonist.
CHAPTER 3
The masked man runs away, but a card falls out of his pocket bearing the sign of a horseshoe. The protagonist is standing there waiting to feel pain, but is just in shock without feeling anything hurt. He thinks that the knife must have missed, and in shock, he goes towards the phone and notices the card on the ground and the horseshoe and how it is very similar. He tries to phone the police but cannot grab the phone, instead his hand just hits it and doesn’t pull. It is as if he does not have enough strength to pull it. Thinking his phone might be stuck, he goes to the kitchen counter to get his cellphone. Turning the corner he steps on something. Not something, but someone. The lifeless limp body of himself.
CHAPTER 4
In a shock he goes down on the ground and inspects his own body. The end of the dagger is sticking out of him in the area of his heart. He starts to think how this could have happened and who would have done this, but he knows that he is now a ghost. No longer connected to the real words (or is he?). His wife comes home and phones the police when she realizes him on the ground. He attends his own funeral and sees everybody there that cared for him. After the funeral he realizes that maybe
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Just so you know
Just so you know... know what? everything and anything.................That would be pretty deep if it was in a poem and it rhymed. Maybe. Or maybe not. All i know is that this is a name of a song, i forgot who though. Maybe this was Ms.I's favorite song??? How should i know. It seems so vague. Know what? Know that we are alive, or of little insufficient secrets. Im pretty sure the song is about love. I bet it goes something like. Just so you know i love you, Just so you know i long for you, blah blah blah. Those kinds of songs make me really bored, because love is such an overused and non-imaginative feeling that all song writers use. Im not saying they should not write love songs, but not the sappy ones that are out there today. Maybe something with a bit of thought into it would help. Like maybe using the deeper meaning of words, or having a vocabulary bigger than the 3 words, I, love, and You. I really really hate those type of sappy sappy songs that make me want to rip my ears of my head just to stop the pain. While there are some, what i would call sappy songs, good ones, the majority of them are just plain horrible. The ones that actually flow like a song and make sense are the best ones, not just ones that repeat the same line over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. I think most love songs are like the last 3 lines i wrote, repetative, boring, dull, without any type of rhythm. And when you think its over with the period, then it just starts all over again. I just realized that i tyrade songs with a passion. I dont hate them, just a baby step behind it, but still really close.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Spoken Word
Cold Winter Days
In cold winter days,
when nothing seems right,
a little voice in my head says
just hold on tight.
No birds are chirping,
gone are warm days,
no time for play
when its time for holidays.
I find way for harmony
during my loss,
but all i see is history
knocking by its course.
Every year
the same event follows,
season by season
winter always comes.
Harsh conditions
keep people in isolation
bringing them together
yet further appart.
The snow covered grass
turns into slush and disgust,
the chair once used
now filled with dust.
With nothing to do
and no where to go,
all i can do
is sit and grow old.
Looking at the painting,
waiting for a sign,
waiting till spring
to see my sunshine.
In days of sadness,
without days of joy,
all that comes now
waits till summertime to enjoy.
Now theres nothing to say,
nothing to do,
ill never long for winter
when i long for you.
In cold winter days,
when nothing seems right,
a little voice in my head says
just hold on tight.
No birds are chirping,
gone are warm days,
no time for play
when its time for holidays.
I find way for harmony
during my loss,
but all i see is history
knocking by its course.
Every year
the same event follows,
season by season
winter always comes.
Harsh conditions
keep people in isolation
bringing them together
yet further appart.
The snow covered grass
turns into slush and disgust,
the chair once used
now filled with dust.
With nothing to do
and no where to go,
all i can do
is sit and grow old.
Looking at the painting,
waiting for a sign,
waiting till spring
to see my sunshine.
In days of sadness,
without days of joy,
all that comes now
waits till summertime to enjoy.
Now theres nothing to say,
nothing to do,
ill never long for winter
when i long for you.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Someone...Somewhere(group)
On parchment poem goes,
It might not be beautiful
But expresses its descriptions,
They have to, need to
Only comfort comes from the knowledge that
Somewhere someone is writing a poem.
It might not be beautiful
But expresses its descriptions,
They have to, need to
Only comfort comes from the knowledge that
Somewhere someone is writing a poem.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Working in groups
It was really difficult working in groups even though we had similar tastes, since everyone still has a different perspective about how the poem would word. It was a pretty big hastle and we got nothing done.
Anyway, taking words out of the poem was really anoying at first. The poem didnt make sense then, but when i rearranged, it made more poetical sense. It the end, i was happier with my result than with the first time.
Anyway, taking words out of the poem was really anoying at first. The poem didnt make sense then, but when i rearranged, it made more poetical sense. It the end, i was happier with my result than with the first time.
Somewhere...Someone...
Somewhere someone is writing a poem,
might not be beautiful
but it comes from heartache,
from lonely sadness
what waits for imaginary friends
Lives in worlds of dark isolation.
Small lights comefrom knowledge that
Somewhere someone is writing a poem.
By:Michael Chyziak
Help by: Elleli and Julia
might not be beautiful
but it comes from heartache,
from lonely sadness
what waits for imaginary friends
Lives in worlds of dark isolation.
Small lights comefrom knowledge that
Somewhere someone is writing a poem.
By:Michael Chyziak
Help by: Elleli and Julia
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Things that rhyme with orange
Im pretty sure that Ms.I gave us this topic to make us have trouble in what we will write. Heck, i am having problems. This would be like a trick question on a test. I can imagine the question being "Which of the following rhymes with orange." And the 4 multiple choice options would be A: Black,........ B: Maroon,.................. C: Orangish, and ............................................D: Duck. I can totally imagine having a test with Ms.I and that type of question with those options on it. Actually, i would chose duck just to see if it was the correct one, since its not a color. Anyways, i am not going to write any more about things that rhyme with orange, since i think that the topic is pretty stupid and itiotic. Im pretty sure other people will make up words that rhyme with orange. Hmmm..... maybe i will too. Ok, so ....florange.....bange.......lange......sange.......btw, the endings are pronounced like the same in orange, just so you will not get confused.......kange... haha, kange looks similar to a kangaroo for me. Anyways, back to the topic of things that rhyme with orange. I would totally laugh if somebody's whole post is just a list of words that are close to orange, or are made up just to rhyme with it. SMS. Save My Soul. Ok, sorry for the random pieces of writing, but i just have no idea of what i should be writting.jange.....tange.... tange could be a nickname for tangerine. Like someone would say in a grocery market. "where are the tanges", instead of "where are the tangerines". Maybe i should try to make tange a real word, and be the inventor of a word that actually will rhyme with orange. That would be pretty lame though, since tangerine doesnt come up in a sentence a lot. Maybe if i opened up my own grocery store one day, i would
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Do you wanna? (poem)
Always Lost
Always lost,
looking for a way out,
needing escape,
looking for others.
Try to fit in,
while running from the truth.
I need to change,
not those around me,
but im still asking.
Asking people to go to places,
asking them to help me out,
asking them for a friendly hand,
asking for a loving gift.
Forever lost,
in my own struggles,
while i know the solution,
change and be found.
Always lost,
looking for a way out,
needing escape,
looking for others.
Try to fit in,
while running from the truth.
I need to change,
not those around me,
but im still asking.
Asking people to go to places,
asking them to help me out,
asking them for a friendly hand,
asking for a loving gift.
Forever lost,
in my own struggles,
while i know the solution,
change and be found.
Lonely Teardrops
i dont really know about any lonely teardrops, but i can talk about teardrops a bit. The thing is that almost always when i take a big yawn, i usually tear up a bit. I dont know exactly why, but i do. Also when i am really tired, and i am lying down and watching t.v, but im forcing myself not to fall asleep with all the might that i can muster. Ok. I was kinda lying about not knowing any lonely teardrops, but it was mainly because i dont know how to start my story off, since it involves many other things that are very hard to paraphrase. So i decided to start writing about teardrops, but that didnt inspire me at all, so now i will write lonely and hope that something comes from that. ok, here it goes. I usually feel lonely when i am on a bus by myself (duh). It's sometimes weird though, since when im by myself i just sleep or whatnot to get home as fast as possible. Some days i even look forward to sleeping so i can just have a nice relaxing noise free time. Well, as long as no passangers on the bus are yelling to each other. Also sometimes when im with my friends, i feel like being alone, not because of isolation, but because im usually tired and just dont want to hastle with paying attention. So anyways, i like being alone lots of times. The problem is that that is usually when people are around me, and when i want to be with anybody, noone is there. It's a pretty funny world we live in. I'm sure i am not the only one that this happens to. Maybe i just notice things more when you want the opposite. Like if you want to be with your friends, and your talking with them, you dont feel any specific emotion. But when you do want to talk to the, and you can't, you feel sad and remember it better. I also just realized, this very second, that people remember more from a bad moment than a good one. Some good moments you do remember and never forget, but minor moments you will forget. An example is when someone opens you the door, as long as your not attracted to them, youll forget soon. But if a person closes a door infront of your face, you will most likely remember it for a couple of days if not weeks, months, or years to come. Ok, so now about the real topic, i dont really want to write about it since its kinda personal, so im going to do what i do when i have nothing else to write.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Lost Generation Rewrite (poem)
I am part of a lost generation,
where the children disrespect the elderly,
where the rich look to get richer,
where the powerful find a way to control more.
I am part of a lost generation.
The poor become poorer,
the old become older,
and the weak become weaker.
I am part of a lost generation,
which cares for itself rather than for others,
which good looks bring fame while the other suffer,
which makes decisions based on the now, and not the later,
I am part of a lost generation.
where the children disrespect the elderly,
where the rich look to get richer,
where the powerful find a way to control more.
I am part of a lost generation.
The poor become poorer,
the old become older,
and the weak become weaker.
I am part of a lost generation,
which cares for itself rather than for others,
which good looks bring fame while the other suffer,
which makes decisions based on the now, and not the later,
I am part of a lost generation.
In winter
I love most of winter time. Where there is no school, only holidays and warm treats. When the break ends, there is still a chance of snow, which also may stop school in the middle of the day. Sometimes the break is almost as long as a week........ I also love playing soccer during the winter time, as how it is really refreshing. Although, i feel bad for all the coaches and adults watching the game, since they just have to stand around and watch the whole time while we run and warming ourselves at the same time. I remember that sometimes we couldnt attend mass because of all the snow, and even stepping a foot outside was like going for a suicide mission. Its not like i dont want to go to mass, but its sortof like school. Its fun having a break once in a while, but to long of a break is also not that good for you. The one thing i dont like about winter is how i have to spend all the daylight inside school. Since the sun only lasts for less than 9 hours a day, then it is really really annoying. I go to play indoor soccer when the sun is still bright in the sky, but in only the span of one and a half hours, it turns to as dark as it is during midnight. Another aspect i hate about winter, is that even one snowflake should mean a cancellation of school
Smell (poem)
Down below where everything horrible goes
lies a hidden torture of unwithstanding proportion.
The once new car smell has turned into a garbage dump,
with toxins, poisons, and everything foul.
It reeks and stinks cutting your heart out,
reaching higher, the smell is no more,
reaching odourless and gone of the mold.
A step higher and it's clear as day,
the uncut grass and a pine delight
but it's as high as it goes, since what goes up must come down.
Going lower and lower to the unimanagibly void
with the carcase of the rotting mice
removed only to leave a wretched stench,
that which mimics a maledict.
lies a hidden torture of unwithstanding proportion.
The once new car smell has turned into a garbage dump,
with toxins, poisons, and everything foul.
It reeks and stinks cutting your heart out,
reaching higher, the smell is no more,
reaching odourless and gone of the mold.
A step higher and it's clear as day,
the uncut grass and a pine delight
but it's as high as it goes, since what goes up must come down.
Going lower and lower to the unimanagibly void
with the carcase of the rotting mice
removed only to leave a wretched stench,
that which mimics a maledict.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Man Up!
Up. Reminds me of the movie. Anyways, the manner in which this is spoken in by my friends is when they are trying to pressure me to do something that i dont want to do. An example of this is when we prank call people. I dont usually like to, and one of my friends always says, "Be a Man, the right thing" ( or something in that context, also including man up). Anyways i dont really have much to write on this topic, as most of the times when "man up" has been used in my life, have been about personal topics that i dont feel comfortable sharing. Man up isnt always used as a saying, it can be expressed my just body language. During a game of soccer, the whole team was almost twice my size. I usually try to play very physical since i have to to allow myself a chance with my small body. Anyway, when i tried to shove one of them of the ball, i got shoved back ten times harder, which caused me to fall. After being abused like this for half an hour, i stopped playing so physical and tried to get out of the way of any big challenge coming my way. After a while the coach called my name and i looked at him. Just by looking at him, i knew he ment for me to become tougher and "man up", as you would say. Ok........... now i dont know what to write about.......................... hmm.........maybe like i used to do last year, i will write a few sentences in gibirish and see if anyone will be able to spot them. So aloap oeapn oaen nam; ,nx apoq nhjpa ngkl paoiw y qhm pwoun alnm nzb jals hqp q;fg klajdp bzbi pauh . hapod pk ;lkj aslkjh A hklfhjk0poi wopnlnbzbq iq mn iq nv;ao uhaps wnqke jas. some of the words actually look like they really are in a different language.
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