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SUNDAY NIGHTS AT SEVENThe late Jack Benny wrote an autobiography that was knownto almost no one. So few, in fact, that his only daughter Joanwas surprised to find the finished manuscript among her mother’sfiles after her death in 1983. Joan Benny has augmented herfather’s words with her own memories and some interviewsaccomplished expressly for the…

Rip Van WinkleA Story Thats Simple But ComplexRip Van Winkle by Washington Irving has been a well known story told throughout time. As a child, there is no doubt you have heard a famous tale by Washington Irving about a carefree man who slept for 20 years. Like many stories, Irving’s “Rip Van Winkle” has…

Hester’s StoryHester’s StoryRegarding The Scarlet Letter, the subject of of the main character has been widely debated by all. Some say that it is Hester’s story, while others insist that it is Dimmesdale’s story. Personally, it’s quite obvious to me that the novel is centered around Hester, for she’s the character that develops and grows…

“Child Bridge” System My topic will be the “child bridge” system and the traditional rural life in China toward to the story “Xiao Xiao” by Sheng Congwen. The story is mainly about a young girl, Xiao Xiao who enters into the child bridge system with no choice and facing the struggle between the modern and…

I first off did not care for this film. I know I should be more open minded when it comes to classical films that are in black and white but I Just did not get interested into this selection. The film tried to have some intentional artifice with the whole movie focusing on Tracy. She…

Although I am called by many names and each are greatly connected to me, I feel my first name most accurately defines me. My first name belongs to me as a unique individual while my last name pertains to a group of people. Through my name, I was able to perceive three significant images which…

I am constantly questioning whether my perceptions and sensations are real or simply projections of my imagination. I suffer from a rare condition where the distinction between my waking and sleeping life is not black and white; I generally describe it as two almost indistinguishable shades of grey. I have full control and memory of…

“It’s not what’s on the outside that matters, it’s what’s on the inside,” is something I would hear a lot from my mother growing up. I wasn’t the prettiest duckling in the nest; my legs were lanky and I looked like one of those anorexic children on TV, I also had a birthmark on my…

On a typical warm day in Bermuda, I walked home from my school, Somersfield Academy. I could smell the ocean breeze coming in from the North Shore, my favorite place on the island because there was always something to do there. I had almost arrived home when my brothers, Luke and George, came running down…

“Ring! ” That irritating alarm clock of mine woke me up at the crack of dawn with its shrill wailing. Cursing, I slammed my hand on the clock and banged it against the cupboard. It immediately stopped. Satisfied, I promptly turned around and fell asleep. “Jeremy! Wake up! You are going to be late for…