Shovel

began over an altercation between a police constable named Fitzpatrick at the Kelly homestead, where intoxicated he claimed that Ned, brother Dan and two neighbours had attacked and shot at him including Ned’s mother who hit him over the head with a shovel. Ned, who claimed he was nowhere near the homestead that day, heard the news and escaped to the Wombat Ranges to be joined by his brother Dan and their friends Joe Byrne and Steve Hart where they would become the Kelly Gang. Ned and Dan’s…

Ferederick Douglass and Malcolm X Comparison Essay Fredrick Douglas who was former salve and uneducated, learned basic reading form one of his mistress Sofia Auld. He managed to further his education form outside resources since his wife forbids Sofia form teaching him. Malcom X, who also had semi similar background when it comes to education thought him self-writing in a way he sound literate. Although Malcom X revived education it was very limited since he has to move from time to time as he…

Walt Whitman’s “Reconciliation,” expels a feeling of post-war misery upon the reader, while “Grass”, written by Carl Sandburg, releases the depressing truth that as time goes on, those who die for their people are forever forgotten under the soil they fought upon. Both poems were written about the end of a war, as “Reconciliation,” demonstrates that once the war is over, nothing of value is gained, but many innocent “enemies” are dead, whereas “Grass,” represents that our soldiers fight for…

British government. A significant event in Australian history was the completely abolition of the White Australia Policy by the government of Gough Whitlam in 1973. Al Grassby, Gough Whitlam’s immigration minister, declared, “It is dead. Give me a shovel and I’ll bury it”. He also instituted the word ‘multiculturalism’ to Australia’s political vocabulary and it became the government’s official policy. This policy was then reinforced by the government of Malcolm Fraser, exemplified by the…

Due to the growing popularity of social media sites, Canadian Tire and Midas have made their presence known on: Facebook, Twitter, and Foursquare. The largest presence is seen on Facebook. When going onto the Canadian Tire Facebook page you are exposed to a number of options. First, it will tell you about the company, and display the most recent flier; its newsfeed is full of events happening in the community along with present promotions. Their Twitter page has the same format and information,…

I was playing outside when I managed to find a hole in the yard. The hole was not much bigger than my hand, but it was enough to spark an idea. I ran over to the porch and grabbed my little plastic shovel. I proceed to dig a bigger hole until I was satisfied that it was big enough to put both feet in. I ran over to the water hose and dragged it to my hole. I ran to turn on the water, and raced back to watch the water fill the hole that I had just dug…

After being at school for what seemed like forever, I put on my boots and headed to the ski lift as I looked at the snow glow in the cold February sun. As I waited in line, John was grabbing ice balls the size of my hand, then throwing them at my back. Without anything to throw back him, I felt as helpless as an amputee in a war-zone. Even though Jack was next to me checking my ticket, he did not seem to care that someone was throwing ice balls at me. He didn’t even care to look at my lift…

7Hills Garden Project Reflection When our class decided to make a community garden for 7hills, I was excited all quizzes and tests were dropped. Everyone including myself thought this project would be a breeze; little did we know we would be struggling a lot. Every one of us got along before we started this project but then our personalities began to show. Assigning roles was difficult because a lot of us did not want to hurt feelings; there were a lot of feelings hurt during all of this. Our…

treated horribly and severly punished. Punishments such as getting put into one of those barrels where the nails all jagged up in there and rolled down the hill. Runaway slaves got it worse; some were beaten with anything that was nearby; chairs, shovels, brooms, others were whipped vigorously and stuffed in one of those tobacco smokehouses for their…

As I went to bid farewell to my parents they asked me, “What is your plan?” To which I responded, “I don’t have a plan, I am just going to work things out.” They tried to persuade me that I shouldn’t leave, but I was adamant that I needed to start a new chapter in my life. “Why do you want to go backwards?” was a question they both asked me, and one I couldn’t answer. I had already made up my mind. By choice I left behind a life of comfort with only a backpack and a suitcase. It was…