Improving Your 5K

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blahh sorry left my jump driive (Read 428 times)

    by and by me and jim left this entire experience as new persons. I optd to go to oklahoma a place where i can lay my head and call it my home but and jim had a few more advantures on the way. I made up a lie and told all the niggers that jim knew so he wouldnt feel left out. Alls i did was say dat jim was a nigger so theys could get him all excited and what not. jim thought i was putting on the frills since i was whisperin and thought it was a sign from providence. so me and jim went back to the river for a while and lookeded back on all the things thats we done did and just laughed. we done went and saw the widows grave once or twice and then we went and jumped on a ferry. by and by we tended to fall asleep but it was okay since we we had a long way to wheres we was going anyway. Jim was all sweatin and worried about people huntin niggers so i had to keep him cool. i dont know was as goin on but the ferry jerked real bad and it was almost like we hit a rock or something. after the jerk, i saw tom sawyer and he got on the boat and the look on his face gave me the chills. Tom said that he caught word that we were leaving, but we has too busy to come see us. He said that he had a really really imprtant question to ask us but that he couldnt do it until later because he is only allowed to ask it after dark. So the ferry got back going and pretty soon the sun sank under the tree line and the moon showed its face right after. Me and jim looked at Tom and he was shiverin like he stole somethin. Then he just stood up and started dancin and jim said that it was a nigger dance so he started dancin with him. jim said that they dance when they want it to rain but jim changed the dance then showed me this case. i was all worrin about what it was and then i saw that it was three tickets to oklahoma but it was weird since we were already going to oklahoma. i old jim that and he told me that the tickets that he had were for next year since the ferry had already gone to oklahoma this year and that the ferry can only go to the same place once a year. The captin of the ferry rang the bell and said "first stop! mississippi!" All along i had been tthinkin that we were on our way to oklahoma and we were going somethere else.
    The Marathon Race itself, is the victory lap. The real marathon is the training you do to get there. I run, not to add days to my life, but to add life to my days
      McKay, Claude (1890–1948) McKay died in Chicago on 22 May 1948. dialect poetry rooted in the island's folk culture During this period McKay wrote poetry and became increasingly involved with political and literary radicals. McKay's political associations led him to England, where he began writing for British Socialist Sylvia Pankhurst's Workers' Dreadnought. While there, his third volume of poetry, Spring in New Hampshire (1920), was published. n August 1912 under the pretext of studying agriculture, McKay migrated to the United States to advance his poetic career. He studied at Tuskegee Institute and Kansas State College, but by mid-1914, McKay abandoned the study of farming and moved to New York City. In 1928, while still in France, McKay published Home to Harlem. Achieving widespread acclaim, Home to Harlem is McKay's most read novel and is often studied within the context of the Harlem Renaissance. His second novel, Banjo (1929), is a commentary on colonialism that focuses on the lives of an international cast of drifters living on the Marseilles waterfront. In 1932, having moved to Morocco, McKay published Gingertown, a collection of short stories alternately set in Jamaica and the United States. In 1933 he published his final novel, Banana Bottom, a romantic tale set in Jamaica that explores both individual and cultural conflict between colonizing and folk forces. Neither book sold well, however. In 1934, seriously ill and improverished, McKay returned to the United States, where he remained until his death in 1948. During these years McKay struggled to produce more literary works but had difficulty finding publishers; he did, however, write numerous articles for a variety of journals. During these years McKay struggled to produce more literary works but had difficulty finding publishers; he did, however, write numerous articles for a variety of journals. In 1944 McKay converted to Catholicism. During the last years of his life he completed an autobiography of his youth titled My Green Hills of Jamaica (1979) and compiled a collection of his poetry for Selected Poems of Claude McKay (1953). When McKay left the Soviet Union, he unknowingly embarked upon a decade of unsettled travel throughout Europe and Africa. The poem talks about fruit and how things used to be when he was well nourished. laden- filled with a great quantity benediction-blessing: the act of praying for divine protection -- used to describe quantinty and the amount of blessing. a great want for the past. And, hungry for the old, familiar ways- i chose this line because it brings the reader to acknowldgement of longging to return. it talks about how great things used to be but no longer are. Both poems are very descriptive as well as details with an approach of intuition. They are similar through how detailed each poem is. They are different through there length and subjects. I enjoyed "courage"better because it seems as if it were a harder struggle for him.
      The Marathon Race itself, is the victory lap. The real marathon is the training you do to get there. I run, not to add days to my life, but to add life to my days