… was born on October 2, 1869 in Porbandar, India. He became one of the most respected spiritual and political leaders of the 1900's. GandhiJI helped free the Indian people from British rule through nonviolent resistance, and is honored by Indians…

… first draft: "In many ways this is an outstanding paper. Your explication is thorough and insightful. Here and there you choose a word that isn't perfect; here and there your phrasing could be improved; but overall, you communicate your understanding…

… was a time of innovation and imagination, especially in the field of literature (hearts-ease.org). Not only was literature changing, but so was the whole world. There was a strong sense of nationalism, self-expression, questions were asked, and people…

… Jean De Crevecoeur, on January 31st 1735 in Caen Normandy, St John De Crevecoeur was the son of nobility of Normandy. His mother was a prosperous banker with a very good education for a woman of the 1700s. Crevecoeur's childhood was not very…

… become something greater than they actually are. The quest for success in life is never-ending and people are never satisfied with what they have. In the poem "Kindly Unhitch that Star, Buddy" Nash warns not to dream for a goal that cannot be attained,…

… by Robert Frost, was the most interesting, thought-provoking, dramatic, and most appealing piece of poetry read in class. Most poetry analysts think that Frost tends to restrict himself to New England scenes, but his rich language adds thought…

… grew up in Munford, a small town just thirty minuets north of Memphis, Tennessee. She was born and raised a Baptist and had one of the kindest hearts anyone had ever known. When Gwenn was about nineteen she decided to move to Southern California…

… to every touch Causes a sting It has been dropped before Shattered to it's very core Mended back together through time But nothing ever healed the pain Trust was slowly gained Until the very day It was dropped again Shattered with little hopes…

… fighting a fight all my life Getting kicked even when I do what's right, And all I have to show are bruises and pains, Nothing was ever gained, I've never moved forward, always back, I've never got to see opportunity Even through a small crack, No…

… look to the right "Mother, oh mother!" I cry The resemblance is there - But it is not my mother. I knew it could not be true They said she was dead - That she would never come back. Now I am destined to Spend my days seeing A resemblance of those…