The ending of Lowry 's novel, The Giver, seems rather ambiguous. Before reading the author 's Newbery Medal acceptance speech, I thought of two possible interpretations. The first and also the one that I like the least was that Jonas and Gabriel had finally come to Elsewhere, but they died before they could be helped. After all that they had been through, they finally had their goal within reach. But they froze to death dreaming of warmth and love that they had never been able to obtain, still hoping beyond hope that they might reach the end.
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Dr. Waldo said, “Heartily wish myself at home, my skin and eyes are almost spoil’d with continual smoke.” Dr. Waldo wants to go home too and he is the doctor so he should probably be one of the most loyal soldiers to Washington. The summer soldiers are going home. (Paine 153) It is not like the summer soldiers did not help fight in the war and I also served my nine month enlistment. “But he who stands now, deserves the love and thanks of man and women.” (Paine 153) I stand now and served my time so even though I am not re-enlisting I still deserve thanks. “There were no beds, just straw on the mud floor.
I am enlightened by your desire to come join me here in Jamestown, but life has been a never ending roller coaster as the years slowly pass by. Some days I wonder if leaving the slums to avoid my peasant status was worth risking making an attempt at creating a new life in Jamestown. I have trouble falling asleep as I am persistently worrying about whether or not I will wake up the next morning, or if I will die in my sleep during a surprise Indian attack. Even tobacco alone cannot soothe my nerves and paranoia, nor can the money that has been produced from the tobacco market keep my mind in a state of peace. Even though the colony has recently prospered from the blooming tobacco business, I would strongly recommend for you all to refrain from coming here unless you enjoy an indentured servant life, constant Native American threats, and terrible living conditions.
I often think back to the night before the battle, feeling again the same emotions running through my body and feel as though I am back there. That night I tried to sleep, but to really no success. I had spent the previous day waiting and making last minute preparations for the massive invasion the Allies had planned. Thoughts of my future in the battle clouded my mind and left me sitting with anxiety. I didn’t know what had gotten into me lately, but I kept thinking of every “what if” possible.
I sat on my bunk bed, defeated. Six years of my head in the clouds, and finally I surrendered to practicality: I just wasn’t soloist material. So what if I had wanted nothing else for as long as I could remember; who cares if I had given up everything to pursue a crazy dream? People make new decisions all the time, right? I’m a curious person - I’m just reevaluating the world, I told myself.
This was their fourth lost in a row and getting blowed out by a lot of points. So coach had a talk with the team and told them “everything is going to be alright” but everyone knew he was lying. Afterwards he went home and thought about how he could assemble a better team and he was thinking so hard that he went to sleep with that question on his mind. Meanwhile while sleeping at 3:00 am coach clark had an idea
After Odysseus and his men had made it back from the underworld, they made their way towards Circe 's Island. They were all exhausted and decided that they should all get some rest for what lies in their next adventure. When Odysseus woke up the next morning from a sleep that left him even more tired, he couldn 't tell where he was. His compass was going haywire, and he couldn 't figure out where he was. He had the navigator come up from his slumber, but he had no better luck.
I always wished that my son would become a different person. Today I can proudly say my son is walking in my dream shoes.” He then told me to go to sleep. Whole night I cried. I was not sad, but filled with joy that my father was proud of me. I think the uncertainty that was clouding my mind that my father would never be proud of me of who I am was finally fading away.