Chalice Chapter 10 Free Essays

string(29) " her concentration was gone\." She had waited what seemed rather a long time with her head bowed, hoping that he would go away, waited until she began to worry that there was some ritual gesture that was now hers to make that he was waiting for. She raised her head at last, reluctantly, and found him staring at her with an intensity she disliked a great deal. â€Å"I hoped,† he said with a diffidence she was sure was feigned, â€Å"that you might have a little time for me. We will write a custom essay sample on Chalice Chapter 10 or any similar topic only for you Order Now † Involuntarily she glanced at the book still open on the table. The driest record of a thousand-year-old court award ceremony would have been preferable to spending time with Horuld, and what she was reading did not merely interest her but drew her almost feverishly. She had not seen the Master for private speech since his first meeting with Horuld, although she often felt his presence in the earthlines, and she wondered what he thought of his Heir, and what he was, or wasn’t, doing to make his Heir acceptable to the demesne. She realised in the shock of Horuld’s unexpected and unwanted presence that part of her feverishness to learn about outblood Heirs was that she suspected the Master of trying to persuade the demesne to find Horuld satisfactory, even desirable. This was only what a responsible Master would do, but†¦. â€Å"Of course,† she said, after too long a pause. â€Å"Chalice and Heir must† – she stumbled over her attempt to find words she could bring herself to say – â€Å"be acquainted.† And she went with him. But when he offered her his arm she pretended not to see, and instead folded her own arms in the ritual shape of a Chalice without a chalice. elbows tucked closely in, wrists crossed and hands loosely clasped. It had only ever been something to do with her hands on those fortunately few occasions when the Chalice was expected to attend but with no cup to present; today it felt like warding. He had nothing to say to her; nothing of substance. She kept waiting for him to reveal his purpose – the purpose that was keeping her away from her reading – and answered as briefly as possible, almost falling into monosyllables and then remembering with an effort that she had to be polite to him; trying to prevent her mind wandering from his pointless remarks about the weather, about the picture or ornament in this or that hallway of the House, about that bird which had sat singing outside the House when he arrived. At each new topic she would jerk her attention back to focus, expecting to hear what he wished to speak about at last. The weather? Was there an omen in it? There were those who could read the future in the shape of the clouds, or said they could – although the Weatheraugur, whom Mirasol thought wistfully she rather liked, said this was nonsense. The painting of the yellow fruit outside one of the lesser meeting rooms – she’d always tho ught it rather dull herself – had it perhaps belonged to the forebear Horuld could trace his Heirship to, and he was suggesting that it should be more prominently displayed? The bird – he couldn’t be talking about a redsong, could he? Redsongs were commoner than mud in a wet season. If he was trying to imply that a redsong singing for his arrival meant the demesne welcomed him, he was a fool. He went on and on. As Chalice – and she did not plan ever to be Mirasol for this man – she could not be asked to sit and chat, so they had to stand or keep moving. They paced slowly through the House and then he took her for a stroll around the gardens, remarking on a shrub or a flower as if imparting some new perception, while she felt half mad from boredom, and from his extreme ignorance of plants. It occurred to her to wonder if anyone so ignorant could be Master; no garden would flourish under the weight of such ineptitude, which would put a greater burden on the gardeners and the rest of the Circle. And yet Horuld’s animation seemed to increase the longer he held her prisoner. He caught her eye every opportunity he had – and she felt she had to meet his eyes occasionally – and smiled as if he believed she was happy in his company. Once or twice she caught him looking at her in a way†¦she had to be imagining it; no Chalice and Master, nor Master’s Heir, could†¦but the look made her long for the heavy camouflaging Chalice’s robes, when ordinarily she was extremely grateful to be free of them for a day. She finally managed to stop at one of the gates to the garden and resist being swept any farther. She did not know how she could take leave of him; she’d been clutching the formality of the Chalice to her with her clasped hands against her breast and therefore had to maintain the Chalice’s character. She was sure a Chalice could not dismiss an Heir, but she didn’t know how to get rid of him, and he gave the impression that he would cling to her forever if she did not. So she stopped and stood and bowed her head and refused to meet his eyes for several minutes – her heart beating in her throat in fear of the terrible insult she might be offering – and at last he thanked her for the noble condescension of her company – ugh, she thought, keeping her face blank – and bowed several times as he backed away from her. Backed away from her, she thought, troubled, when he finally seemed to have gone away and left her alone, and she risked raisin g her head again. Backed away. What had she given him that he was so pleased with? She half ran back to the library, but her concentration was gone. You read "Chalice Chapter 10" in category "Essay examples" She read a little more, about mixtures to be thought of when dealing with outblood Heirs, when the Master was present and when he was not, how both to delimit and to integrate such an Heir’s place in the demesne. And then she shut the book and picked up another, smaller book that she could take with her back to her cottage. Perhaps reading within the sound of her bees would help bring her mind back to her business again; she would be positively glad of some ordinary unexpected visitor hoping for help or honey†¦. She didn’t understand why she felt such a sense of doom. All that had happened was that she had lost two hours to a nonentity†¦except that he wasn’t a nonentity. He was little enough in himself, but he was the Overlord’s pawn and a danger to her demesne, and to her Master. The walk back to her cottage settled her nerves a little; enough, at least, that she could open her new book and begin to read it without missing every other word. The amount of reading she did now was yet another of the strains of being Chalice. Her mother had taught her to read, and she had a few record books of this little corner of the demesne’s woods (she kept telling herself she should pass these on to the new keepers, but she never quite got round to it), her father’s account books, and one of the lives and meanings and symbolism of the trees of the demesne. She had used this when she had planted trees for her bees – birch, beech and hawthorn, but also a parasol tree. There hadn’t been a parasol tree outside the House gardens in generations, but the one at the edge of her meadow was already twice as tall as she was, and her bees adored its flowers. Most important she had her mother’s receipt book, which had been her grandmother’s and her great-grandmother’s before that. It contained brisk notations of three generations of beekeeping which backed what her mother had taught her and therefore made some of the inevitable moments of learning by experience a little less overwhelming. It furthermore included things like how to tan leather and how to mix clay and straw for bricks and then how to bake them, useful things that any member of the small folk of the demesne might want to know. But barring a little burst of winter weeks when she had studied the tree book she had never spent real time reading. Till she became Chalice. Her eyes were often tired now, but worse her mind was tired; she felt that the shape of her memory had been laid down when she’d learnt bees and woodcraft, and that neither shape readily held books or Chalice. She was not old, but she was old for learning something that should have begun when she was young. It was cold early this year. She got up to close the door and the windows and to light the laid fire. Other years she might have worried that her bees would stop producing honey too soon, and that she would have difficulty bringing them through the winter. Perhaps there were advantages to being Chalice after all. But then bees which had (apparently) stopped building combs for their honey so as to let it pour out for their Chalice might not remember how to start again in time to manufacture sufficient winter stores. She would have to count how many colonies she was taking honey from and do some sums. I don’t think I have enough shelf space for that much honey, if I have to feed them, she thought, let alone enough jars. The memory of the time she had spent in Horuld’s company still lay like a burden on her. But would it have been any better if she were still only a woodskeeper who also kept bees? She had always cared passionately about the demesne. Not all its folk did; some of them figured demesne business was for the Master and the great folk of the House and the Circle, not the ordinary small folk of barn and field, woodright and lake, even House kitchen and stable. But then many of the ordinary demesne folk did not feel the earthlines as she always had – as her parents both had, although not as strongly as she did. If she had not become Chalice, she would have been one of the people standing around the House doors the day the new Master had come home from Fire. And she would not have liked the look of the Heir, even as a woodskeeper. And as a woodskeeper she could have done nothing about it. The problem was that she doubted there was anything she could do about it even as Chalice. Why did this afternoon with Horuld lie on her so, as if it would stop her breath? She shivered. She went to the door and opened it. She could not hear her bees any more; they had wisely withdrawn into their warm hives. She took a deep breath of the suddenly winter air. There were even a few snowflakes falling, nearly a month earlier than usual. She found herself worrying whether the early cold had anything to do with a new Master who used to be a priest of Fire. She went back indoors again and moved the kettle over the centre of the fire. She’d have hot water with a little mead and a little honey in it, which she liked better than any tisane, and keep reading. The terrible need to learn – to learn something, she did not know what – about Heirs continued to pull at her. She didn’t know if she had brought the right book with her, but it had been the book her hand had fallen on, and she’d come to follow such signs, now she was Chalice, having no mentor to give her better guidance. It was late when she found it. She should have gone to bed over an hour before, but in her mind there was still the little nagging voice telling her to keep on, that she hadn’t found it yet, that she had to find it. And so she kept on. She was so blind to everything by then – blind with reading, blind with anxiety, blind with a too-narrow focus of concentration – that she almost missed it. And so it was that the Heir was installed to great rejoicing amongst all the folk of the demesne, and all saw that the choice of Heir had been a wise one, for all that his outbloodedness had been great, and there had been those who had doubted he could be made of the demesne as a Master must be. But the Overlord had chosen his seers well, and they had read the earthlines truly, and the earthlines had told him where to look, that the Heir-blood ran to this man and not some other. And the demesne flourished from the moment his hand was laid upon it, and there was no hindrance nor turbulence, no discontent in tree nor well, no revolt in beast nor human. And the Overlord was pleased, because this gained him both praise and power, that he should have chosen so perfectly; but there were those who had watched and considered all, who said that it was less to do with the sagacity and good judgement of the Overlord and his seers than with the profound pragmatism of the marriage of the Heir to his Chalice. This convention is not well known, for it is so awfully and fearfully against what is well known, which is that the Master must not marry nor otherwise fondly touch his Chalice in any analogous manner, for the Chalice’s power is to bind and the Master’s to rule, and mixed they create an abominable disharmony, for they make weight and stillness when there should be lightness and motion. But in a state of disharmony, as an outblood Master conjoined to a demesne, such a tie is the pair’s highest work, and creates a small harmony from a larger disharmony, from which a larger harmony may grow, in the shape of the child of their coupling who shall next be Master, and who shall call from the demesne by the strength of his inbred harmony the perfect Chalice to complement him. She had already begun to study the directions for the preparation of the cup that would enable such a connection to be made between Master and Chalice when it finally sank in what she had read. Marry Horuld! That was the reason Horuld wished to speak – had been directed to speak to her. That was the reason he had looked at her – She went to the door again and opened it, and half flung herself out into the cold clean-smelling darkness, away from the warmth of the cottage and the book she had been reading, which she suddenly felt must smell rotten, must be polluting the room it lay open in. She went back inside just long enough to shut it, tipping its cover over with the end of one finger, as if greater contact might make her ill. Then she wrapped herself in both her shawl and her cloak and went outdoors again, and walked, walked away, any way at all†¦. There was still snow in the air. She guessed it had been falling lightly, laconically, since she had first noticed it, but the ground was still too warm for it to lie. Some of the trees had a dusting of snow on their leaves. There had been no clear signs of a hard winter, and the harvest had come in safely with no more than the usual number of sudden storms. Thunderstorms, so long as they were not too destructive, were a sign of good luck; the very violence of them showed the strength in the harvest they raged over. In a harvest season with no storms the saying was that the crops were weak, and would give little nourishment. Fire of all things, she felt, was strong; she in common with many other of the Willowlands folk had feared too many storms at harvest rather than too few. The only lightning-set fire had been the one at Onora Grove. She lifted her face to the snowflakes and let them brush her skin – they felt a little like the feet of her bees – till they had swept away the murk of too much reading, till she felt like herself again. Marrying Horuld was no worry of hers. The demesne had a Master. She turned around, returned to her cottage, put an extra blanket on her bed, and slept dreamlessly. In the morning she tucked the book under her arm as if it had no power over her, and took it back to the House. There were other books to read, and she still needed to know as much as she could about outblood Heirs. The fearful little voice that had driven her to keep reading the night before had fallen silent; what she now wanted to know was if there was a way for a Chalice to say â€Å"sorry, I’m busy† to an outblood Heir who wanted to waste her time. When the shadow fell again across the door of the library, she gave an involuntary shiver, nearly a spasm, of revulsion – not again! But it wasn’t the Heir. It was the Grand Seneschal. It was no good reminding herself that a Chalice had only to stand for a standing Master; she had scrambled to her feet before she’d thought anything but uh-oh. Once standing all her possible ceremonial gestures deserted her and she merely blinked at him and tried not to worry. The Grand Seneschal did not like the library. This was a fact well known to the Housefolk, who also knew they were therefore unlikely to be caught up for it if the books were not tended properly. The result was that Mirasol had to wipe the dust, and occasional spiders, off almost every book she took down. Fortunately the House cats had no such reservations and there were no mouse nests (at least that Mirasol had found) behind decapitated bindings. She stood and blinked some more. If the Grand Seneschal had come to the library there must be some unexpected urgency for the Chalice. Uh-oh. But he only stood in the doorway and looked at her while she stood and looked at him. She was tired – she had had a very late night the night before – and she always had trouble dragging herself out of anything she was reading back into the real world, perhaps because reading was still difficult for her, or perhaps because, since she had become Chalice, she liked the real world less than she had. Eventually she tried a small bow. She’d never known him not to address her with grimmest formality, and here he was only standing there, as if he did not know how to begin. She finally thought of a suitable gesture, and touched her fingertips together and held her hands out toward him, in the ritual giving of first speech to another. Still he hesitated. At last he said, in a curious, almost jerky way, as if the words were ripped out of him, as if he had not chosen to speak at all, â€Å"I had thought you†¦concurred in my choice of Master. In my attempt to bring our Master home. Even that you welcomed him. That despite his formidable priesthood his true blood as the younger brother of the former Master was proof that he was yet best for our demesne†¦.† She was so amazed at the Grand Seneschal saying I and my and you to her that it took her a moment to translate what he was saying. The Grand Seneschal had never spoken to her directly before; he spoke forbiddingly and exclusively in the third person when he had to address her at all, and had never – she felt – let it be anything but clear that he only addressed her because she had somehow, incredible as it seemed, become Chalice, and the Grand Seneschal was, unfortunately, too often compelled to address the Chalice. And now he spoke to her directly – and as if in great grief. In his choice of Master? Those very early days of her Chalicehood were vague in her memory, with an overwhelming confusion and disbelief that even in retrospect made her wince and wish to avoid them. The Grand Seneschal’s letter had already been written and sent by the time she had begun to bear Chalice to the gatherings of the Circle, but even in her dazed and muddled state she’d been aware that not all the other Circle members had agreed with the Grand Seneschal’s decision. She could only remember hearing Prelate and Sunbrightener say as much aloud, but she was sure they were not the only ones. Perhaps the Grand Seneschal had been in the minority – he might, she thought, almost amused, be the only one, and had won his victory by mere force of character. The Grand Seneschal ranked third in the Circle hierarchy, after the Master and the Chalice, but he could not overbear the other nine – unless they let him. She had been surprised to discover that the Grand Seneschal had written to the priests of Fire, because it was not a level-headed, dispassionate thing to do. In other circumstances it might have made her like him. But there had been no level-headed thing to do, because the Master should not have died with no Heir. What else was there to do but seek his nearest blood relative? How could the Grand Seneschal think she did not support their Master? She dropped her hands. â€Å"But – I do – I would have no other Master.† She glanced at the book she had been reading, much as she had done when Horuld had interrupted her the day before; but she was not thinking that she wished to dismiss the Grand Seneschal because he disturbed her, only that she had not yet found a way to dismiss the Heir if he disturbed her again. â€Å"It is all over the demesne that you spent the day with the Heir yesterday.† â€Å"The day,† she said, appalled. â€Å"It was two hours – it felt like a century – if it had been an entire day I – I would have run away from Willowlands before sunset.† She did not think of how irresponsible (and impossible) a thing this was for a Chalice to say; only how best to express her revulsion against the Heir. Something that might almost have been a smile appeared on the Seneschal’s face, but disappeared again immediately, and the grief seemed to deepen. He did not sound accusatory when he spoke, only sad. â€Å"And that you held your hands clasped, as Chalice.† â€Å"Ye-es,† she said. â€Å"Yes – but I – I did not want to be Mirasol with that – man,† although as she said her own name she wondered if the Seneschal even knew it, or if he might think that Mirasol was some strange low slang common among minor woodskeepers. As if he did not know what else to do, the Seneschal wandered over to the table next to the one she stood beside, pulled out a chair and sat heavily down. She was clearly not bearing Chalice, so anyone might sit down in her presence without consequences, but this was still as out of character as the I and the you. Also the Seneschal always behaved with great precision, and he sat down with a thud, as if exhausted. â€Å"I feared it might be something like this,† he murmured. Louder he said, â€Å"Why did you not merely send him away?† â€Å"Send him away?† she said. â€Å"Send away the Heir? I only wish I could – that I knew how.† She looked at the book again. â€Å"I was hoping some book would tell me how, in case he comes back.† â€Å"How could you send away the Heir?† the Grand Seneschal said, almost gently. â€Å"By telling him to go. You, Mirasol, are Chalice. He is only Heir.† â€Å"But – â€Å" How to cite Chalice Chapter 10, Essay examples

Jennifer Lopez (777 words) Essay Example For Students

Jennifer Lopez (777 words) Essay Jennifer LopezJennifer Lopez was born in the Bronx, New York on July 24, 1970. She was born inthe United States to Puerto Rican Parents, Jennifer considers herself to be aPuerto Rican and she is very proud of her Hispanic heritage and culture. Herfather is David Lopez, a computer specialist, and her mother Guadalupe Lopez, aKindergarten teacher. Her parents recognized Jennifers talent and enthusiasmfor performing and at the age of five the enrolled her in dance classes. Hermother said Jennifer always loved to sing, but she was also a great actressand knew that she would have a bright future ahead of her. With the supportof her parents Jennifer grew up to be a very sensible girl, who is still veryclose to her family. When Jennifer earned her million-dollar paycheck forplaying the role in the movie Selena, she bought her mom a Cadillac. Even thoughthey saw Jennifers talent at the age of five, their relationship was notalways understandable. Jennifer made a major decision and that was not to go toCollege. That decision was very disappointing to her parents who wanted her togo to law school. Her parents supported her pursuit of a career in showbusiness, they did not wanted to be in the expense of her education. WhenJennifer told her parents that she was not going to College and law school, theythought it was really stupid to go off and try to be a movie star. Her parentswho at that time could not understand the choices she made are very happy fortheir daughter and what she has accomplish. When she left her home at the middleof a fight and never went back. She said, I had to make my own way andthen lived in a Manhattan dance studio where she was training. Then she got anapartment with some friends in Manhattan Hells Kitchen. Since the time shemove out of her home she started her showbiz career as a dancer in stagemusicals and most notably in her tour to Golden musicals of Broadway and in aJapanese tour. Then she audition to be a fly girl in Foxs hit comedy Inliving Colors, she beat out 2,000 other contenders in a nation widecompetition. Then she cracked into Hollywood and she wanted to make a transitionto acting, but she followed Color producer Keenan Ivory Wayans advice to staywith the show for a while before making any attempt to move on. After a coupleof seasons spent in Living Colors, Jennifer got her shot at acting when aco-worker, whose husband was writing and producing a pilot called South Centralfor Fox, suggested her for the part. Jennifer brought her television career toan end in 1993, with the role as a heroic Nurses on the line: The crash ofFlight 7; the siren call of the big screen could not be put on hold for anylonger. In 1995, Jennifer appears in Gregory Navas critically acclaimed MiFamilia, a film that introduced the actresss talent to top film makers. In1996, she beat out Ashley Judd and Lauren Holly for the supporting role of RobinWilliamss teacher in the Francis Ford comedy Jack. The movie was embarrassingfor Jennifer but she was still hot and from there she started in MoneyTrain and then Smelling like roses. In 1997 at a wrap party for the filmin San Antonio, Jennifer Boyfriend, Ojani Noa, took the microphone and proposeto her on the dance floor. Then after one year the couple got divorce. But thenin People Magazine Lopez was named one of the Fifty Most Beautiful people for1997. .u25487f3e5bbcacad173e2f024d25045e , .u25487f3e5bbcacad173e2f024d25045e .postImageUrl , .u25487f3e5bbcacad173e2f024d25045e .centered-text-area { min-height: 80px; position: relative; } .u25487f3e5bbcacad173e2f024d25045e , .u25487f3e5bbcacad173e2f024d25045e:hover , .u25487f3e5bbcacad173e2f024d25045e:visited , .u25487f3e5bbcacad173e2f024d25045e:active { border:0!important; } .u25487f3e5bbcacad173e2f024d25045e .clearfix:after { content: ""; display: table; clear: both; } .u25487f3e5bbcacad173e2f024d25045e { display: block; transition: background-color 250ms; webkit-transition: background-color 250ms; width: 100%; opacity: 1; transition: opacity 250ms; webkit-transition: opacity 250ms; background-color: #95A5A6; } .u25487f3e5bbcacad173e2f024d25045e:active , .u25487f3e5bbcacad173e2f024d25045e:hover { opacity: 1; transition: opacity 250ms; webkit-transition: opacity 250ms; background-color: #2C3E50; } .u25487f3e5bbcacad173e2f024d25045e .centered-text-area { width: 100%; position: relative ; } .u25487f3e5bbcacad173e2f024d25045e .ctaText { border-bottom: 0 solid #fff; color: #2980B9; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; margin: 0; padding: 0; text-decoration: underline; } .u25487f3e5bbcacad173e2f024d25045e .postTitle { color: #FFFFFF; font-size: 16px; font-weight: 600; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 100%; } .u25487f3e5bbcacad173e2f024d25045e .ctaButton { background-color: #7F8C8D!important; color: #2980B9; border: none; border-radius: 3px; box-shadow: none; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 26px; moz-border-radius: 3px; text-align: center; text-decoration: none; text-shadow: none; width: 80px; min-height: 80px; background: url(https://artscolumbia.org/wp-content/plugins/intelly-related-posts/assets/images/simple-arrow.png)no-repeat; position: absolute; right: 0; top: 0; } .u25487f3e5bbcacad173e2f024d25045e:hover .ctaButton { background-color: #34495E!important; } .u25487f3e5bbcacad173e2f024d25045e .centered-text { display: table; height: 80px; padding-left : 18px; top: 0; } .u25487f3e5bbcacad173e2f024d25045e .u25487f3e5bbcacad173e2f024d25045e-content { display: table-cell; margin: 0; padding: 0; padding-right: 108px; position: relative; vertical-align: middle; width: 100%; } .u25487f3e5bbcacad173e2f024d25045e:after { content: ""; display: block; clear: both; } READ: Interviewing My Roommate Essay 1997 was a good year for Jennifer Lopez she started Blood and Wine, andOliver Stones U-Turn and she beat out a bevy of a A-list actresses to theland the female lead in Steven Soderberghs steany 1998 crime film Out ofSight. Then she got ant-imated, in the Dreamworks tale Antz. Lopez now has abrand new project, a music album and with the success of the movie Selena, itgave her inspiration to make a music album. Her album went number one and thiswill probably start her second success story. Life has not been easy forJennifer because she had to work hard to make her dream come true. Herphilosophy is that there is only one way to get where you wanted to go and thoseis being aggressive and persistent and believe you could do anything you wantedto do and competing with the best. In the end hard work truly pays off and oneexample is how Jennifer made her dream come true. Once Jennifer said thatshes the best, maybe somewhat arrogant but who can fault her for feeling thisway. Jennifer has accomplished a lot and she open doors for other people whowant to go into show business.

Oregon Trail free essay sample

What I know Women didn’t have it very easy on the Oregon Trial. They had many chores/jobs they had to get done. And those jobs were no walk in the park. They were hard, laborious, and dirty jobs. They were also often â€Å"handed† these jobs. Women were often taken granted for. In the men’s minds, they were trivial, but that was far from true. If women hadn’t gone on the Oregon Trail, it probably wouldn’t have gotten that far. Women and girls play a big rule in Women and girls had to adjust to very rough conditions. Part II: What I want to know I would like to know why were women treated lesser than men? How did women adjust so quickly and â€Å"silently†. I want to find out if women ever were thanked for the things that they did on the Oregon Trail. Furthermore, I would also like to know why women were given the jobs they got. We will write a custom essay sample on Oregon Trail or any similar topic specifically for you Do Not WasteYour Time HIRE WRITER Only 13.90 / page In addition to that, I would like to find out how much time for women to learn how to do their jobs. And lastly, I want to know why women let themselves â€Å"suffer silently†. Part III: The Search Women had many jobs, that weren’t very easy. They had to cook, long hours hunched over the fire, often times making something for their family to eat out of nothing. Their long dresses could catch fire and hurt them. Now, that would be bad considering they had to walk about 15 miles the next day. The next job was that they had to clean. The trails were dirt, so could you imagine how much dust would collect in the wagon after a day’s walking? A whole bunch and the women had to clean (or dust) all of that dust. Women also had to do the laundry, which was a problem. It was a problem because most of the time there were no streams or rivers; and another thing that women had to do was unpack and repack all the things on the wagon so hey could cross rivers and such. And on top of all that, Women weren’t allowed to complain, despite the hard circumstances that they were put under. But the Oregon Trail was a good thing to. Before heading west, all women would do was sit around at their house doing nothing more than visiting, needlework, and the occasional gardening (Pioneers West Women). By the year 1869 when the first transcontinental railroad was done, 350,000+ pioneers had taken the trip on the Oregon Trail. Several of these people were women and most of the women were accompanied with children (Pioneers West Women). Many men just told their wives that they were going to go start a new life in Oregon (or one of the other places that the pioneers went to) (Pioneers West Women). In other families, women had a big influence on whether or not they went on the Oregon Trail (Pioneers West Women). Many women kept diaries or journals explaining their life on the trail, they would write in them when they had some â€Å"downtime† (CJonline. com). Education-wise, men usually left it to the women. But some of them couldn’t read, so they couldn’t read the Bible to them (or any book for that matter). Even before starting the Oregon Trail journey, the wagon had to be packed. That task usually fell to the women, (naturally,). Packing the wagon usually started with making a list of the most basic things. This, for the women, was the first hardship. They found out that personal items didn’t mean as much as the necessities and that they couldn’t take them with. The things that were deemed unneeded were sold off to help pay for the trip west. Most women on the Oregon Trail weren’t â€Å"women†. Girls had to grow up fast, and if they didn’t, they were forced to. Girls as young as 14 were married and either convinced their husbands to go on the Oregon Trail, were forced to, or agreed to. Towards the end of the Trail, women had left more than just furniture to heavy to keep. Often times, they had to bury their children (Pioneers West Women). Women had many children on the trail to help with chores and things like that. Women did have to burry more than one of their children, though. Women adjusted very well to the conditions of the Trail, though. They faced the hardships with courage. Even agreeing to go on the Oregon Trail was considered courage. Women had a very prominent effect on the Oregon Trail, which will not be forgotten. They were probably what made the journey successful. Because think about it, what would happen if women hadn’t gone? There probably wouldn’t be any â€Å"home†-made meals, and it would just be rolls with bacon or something. Men probably wouldn’t have done very well on the other side, too. The affect that women had on the trail was bigger than you could imagine, and I think that we just overlook them most of the time. Women who convinced their husbands to go on the Oregon Trail journey were very courageous. They were courageous because they didn’t know what they were getting themselves into, and still wanted to go anyway. Now, in my opinion, that is true courage. Pioneer women, in my opinion too, were probably the most courageous people that I know of. They went on the Oregon Trail even though they didn’t know what they were getting themselves into; and knowing that the end result would be worth it. Women’s jobs on the Oregon Trail weren’t easy. Women were often given the unpleasant jobs, but they persevered. They made it through the rough terrain and dusty Oregon Trail. Part VI: What would the Oregon Trial been like without women? If women hadn’t gone on the Oregon Trail, it probably would’ve been unsuccessful. This would’ve been the outcome because women did all the cooking, cleaning, took care of the children, and all the while, stayed out of the men’s way. These jobs were a women’s to do because not many men would’ve had the patience or time to do the things that women had to do. Also, most men didn’t know how o cook, and with that being said, they would’ve had to have packed the wagon with more non-perishable food. Next, the cleaning issue would have to be dealt with. There was a lot of dust on the trail and dusting was an almost every day thing. All in all, it would’ve been a complete and utter disaster if women hadn’t gone on the Oregon Trail.

Typing Spanish Accents and Symbols in Ubuntu Linux

Typing Spanish Accents and Symbols in Ubuntu Linux Typing Spanish characters on a computer keyboard laid out for English speakers can be cumbersome - but Ubuntu Linux offers a way to to make it easy with little interference to your English typing. The key to easily typing non-English characters - especially those from European languages including Spanish - is switching to different keyboard layout than the default. A more cumbersome method using the Character Map is also available if you type Spanish infrequently. How To Switch to a Spanish-Capable Keyboard The procedure for typing Spanish accents, letters and symbols as explained here is based on Ubuntu 16.04 LTS (Xenial Xerus), the most recent stable version for long-term use. It should work in other distributions using the Gnome desktop. Otherwise, details will vary with the distribution. To change or add the keyboard layout in Ubuntu, select Preferences from the System Tools menu, and then select Keyboard. Click on Text Entry (other versions may say Layouts) to add or change the keyboard layout. For U.S. residents using English as a first language, the best choice (and the one explained here) is the USA International (with dead keys) layout. The USA International (with dead keys) layout gives you two ways of typing Spanish letters (and the letters of some other European languages) with diacritical marks, the dead-key method and the RightAlt method. Using Dead Keys The keyboard layout sets up two dead keys. These are keys that seem to do nothing when you press them. But what they actually do is affect the following letter you type. The two dead keys are the apostrophe/quotation key (usually to the right of the colon key) and the tilde/opening-single-quote key (usually to the left of the 1 key). Pressing the apostrophe key will place an acute accent (like on the à ©) on the following letter. So to type an à © with the dead-key method, press the apostrophe key and then the e. (To make a capital accented É, press and release the apostrophe, and then press the shift key and e at the same time.) This works for all of the Spanish vowels (as well as some other letters used in other languages). To type the à ±, the tilde key is used as the dead key. Press the shift and tilde keys at the same time (as if you were typing a stand-alone tilde), release them, then press the n key. (The location of the tilde key varies but is often to the left of the 1 key in the top row.) To type the à ¼, press the shift and apostrophe/quotation key at the same time (as if you were typing a double quotation mark), release them, and then press the u key. One problem with the use of dead keys is that they dont work well for their original function. To type an apostrophe, for example, you have press the apostrophe key and follow that with the space bar. Using the RightAlt Method The USA International (with dead keys) layout gives you a second method of typing the accented letters, as well as the only method for Spanish punctuation. This method uses the RightAlt key (usually to the right of the space bar) pressed at the same time as another key. For example, to type the à ©, press the RightAlt key and the e at the same time. If you want to capitalize it, you need to press three keys simultaneously: the RightAlt, e and shift keys. Similarly, the RightAlt key can be used in conjunction with the question mark key to make the inverted question mark, and with the 1 key to make the inverted exclamation point. These methods do not work the the Alt key on the left side of the keyboard. Here is a summary of the Spanish characters and symbols you can make with the RightAlt key: - RightAlt a- RightAlt Shift aà © - RightAlt eÉ - RightAlt e Shiftà ­ - RightAlt ià  - RightAlt i Shiftà ± - RightAlt nÑ - RightAlt n Shiftà ³ - RightAlt oÓ - RightAlt o Shiftà º - RightAlt uÚ - RightAlt u Shiftà ¼ - RightAlt yÃÅ" - RightAlt y Shift ¿ - RightAlt ? ¡ - RightAlt ! « - RightAlt [ » - RightAlt ] Unfortunately, the USA International (with dead keys) layout doesnt appear to offer a way to type the quotation dash (also called a long dash or emdash). Those who are familiar with Linux can modify the xmodmap file or use various utilities to remap a key on the keyboard to make that symbol readily available. How To Switch Between Standard and International Keyboards If you spend most of your time writing in English, the dead apostrophe key can become annoying. One solution is to install two keyboard layouts using the Keyboard configuration tool described above. To easily switch between layouts, install the Keyboard Indicator in one of your panels. Right-click on a panel, select Add to Panel and then select Keyboard Indicator. Once its installed, you can click on it anytime to switch layouts. Using the Character Map The Character Map provides a graphical display of all the characters available and can be used to select characters one-by-one for insertion in your document. In Ubuntu Linux, the Character Map is available by selecting the Applications menu, then the Accessories menu. The Spanish letters and punctuation can be found in the Latin-1 Supplement listing. To insert a character in your document, double-click on it, then click Copy. Then you can paste it in your document in the normal way, depending on your application.

Medium vs. Media

Medium vs. Media Medium vs. Media Medium vs. Media By Sharon Medium originates from the Latin meaning middle, midst or means and this sense has carried through its various meanings. The 16th century meaning of intervening substance gave rise to the 19th century meaning of enveloping substance, a term often used in scientific experiments. Since the 18th century, medium has also meant intermediate agency (which no doubt is responsible for the medium who communicates with the other side). The mass media also share this origin. Radio is a medium (or means) of communication. With the advent of national broadcasting of radio programs in the 1920s, the term mass media was born. Given its Latinate origin, many people wonder about the correct plural of medium. Merriam Webster Online states that media is the correct plural of medium in almost all cases. However, many people also use media as a singular noun when referring to the mass media. Here are some quotations from newspapers: platform, Periscope, as a gathering place for gamers. Facebook has also been scrambling to get in on the growing medium, courting individual gamers and adding the ability to tip streamers on Facebook Live as part of its â€Å"gaming (www.nytimes.com) News media finally calls out Trump on his lies. Outrage over the Trump administrations policy of separating children from their parents at the border is clearly growing, and it looks as if the media are a driving force behind it. Finally, were saying what everyone has known for Were quick to condemn the culture of entitlement for sports prima donnas, but weve created the same cozy cocoon for media stars. Want to improve your English in five minutes a day? Get a subscription and start receiving our writing tips and exercises daily! Keep learning! Browse the Vocabulary category, check our popular posts, or choose a related post below:Homograph Examples10 Colloquial Terms and Their Meanings20 Tips to Improve your Writing Productivity

MPH503 - Infertility and Public Health Module 4 - SLP Essay

MPH503 - Infertility and Public Health Module 4 - SLP - Essay Example he objective to educate them about the common emotional and physical health issues faced by infertile couples and role of a caregiver in this situation. Below explains the method of assessment of the impact of the above workshop. The participants are given a question paper with 10 questions (combination of both multiple choice and open ended questions) to answer immediately before starting the programme. The questionnaire is consisted of the questions which help to identify the pre-exposure knowledge and the typical practice of the participants related to emotional and physical health issues of infertile individuals. The same questionnaire will be given to the same participants at the end of the workshop. Questions are given marks according to a scale and mean total scores of pre and post exposure questions will be statistically compared to find out possible significant improvement. Statistical significance indicates the efficiency of the workshop. This assessment helps to find out whether the things learned at the workshop effectively practiced by the participants at the institution and whether they really help to beneficiaries to overcome their problems. A random sample of 20 infertile individuals treated at the institution are selected. They are interviewed face to face to find answers to pre prepared questions. This will be done within a week before the workshop. The questions are carefully prepared to understand the current physical and psychological support received by the infertile individuals by primary caregivers and the effectiveness. Between one to two weeks after the workshop a random sample of 20 infertile individuals (not the same individuals selected for the first sample) is selected and face to face interview is scheduled to cover the answers to same questions about practice of the primary health care

Effect of the Charities Act 2006 Essay Example | Topics and Well Written Essays - 1500 words

Effect of the Charities Act 2006 - Essay Example The Statute of Elizabeth, referred by many to as The Statute of Charitable Uses 1601 was the first legal conception of the charities trust. The Act defined charity in its preamble as, land, profits, and goods set aside for the benefit of the society from soldiers to school going children and the poor and elderly1. The Mortmain and Charitable Use Act 1888 changed a lot of the Statute of Elizabeth but maintained the introductory part of charities as per the Act. In a court ruling in the Goodman v Saltash Corporation [1882] 7 App Cas 633 case, the court was in favor that, goods were given to people in a town or village as charitable2. The Charities Act 1960 revoked all the previous statutes on charities leaving the interpretation of the term charities to fall under the purview of the law of England and Wales. Â  The designation of a charitable organization in the United Kingdom’s statute law, according to the Charities Act 2006, is an institution whose establishment is for charitable purposes alone. Some of the charitable purposes according to the Act include; the advancement of education, religion, and prevention of poverty. The charitable purposes also include the advancement of citizenship, health, animal welfare, arts, culture, heritage, and amateur sport, among others3. However, for the purposes of convenience in classifying the aims of charity, Lord Macnaghten in 1891 when ruling the Commissioners for Special Income Tax v Pemsel [1891] AC 531 case put the aims under four heads. These heads are; the reprieve of poverty, the advancement of education, the advancement of religion, and any purposes that are of benefit to society4. In order for an organization to be fully a charitable organization, one ought to be able to identify benefits rising from organizations to the advantag e of the society.