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July 13, 1942
Dear Diary,
Today I went into hiding. I lived in Germany until 1937 before moving to Amsterdam to escape persecution by the Nazi party. My name is Peter Van Daan. The first day of fighting could not be worse. Everyone is asking every question that come from their minds. Just let me get unpacked, people. I go to my room and like I thought, it was going to have something I did not like. It was a ladder.
yours,
Peter
August 15, 1942
Dear Diary,
I’m just now getting settled in. Yesterday it was hard to get unpacked when everyone is asking you questions. I brought pants, shirts, toothbrush, shoes, some hats, it sounds boring huh. I don't even have word finds. It's time for breakfast. I take a nap. Now it's late in the afternoon and all I am doing is reading. Before I know it it's almost dinner time. I smell beans. I wonder if the beans that are on my plate are the ones we picked up. I think we might be having a bean salad.
Disgustingly Yours,
peter
December 29, 1942
Dear Diary
I hope today we aren't having anything to do with beans because I got to tell you they do not taste good. This morning I wake up to a smell like old fish. I think it smells like this because we are basically living in a secret annex. To my knowledge no one has touched this place for years. I wish we could open a window. Last night was rough. The bed I am sleeping is hard as a rock. I know that today is not going to be a good day.
Boringly Yours,
Peter
March 18,1943
Dear Diary
Last night I woke up to the sound of gunshots. I don’t think it was just in my head because they were loud. When I wake up every morning I am always face to face with a ladder. This morning for breakfast we are having a baked potato. After i'm done eating breakfast I go to my room and read a book. After a couple of minutes i’m bored. I guess it's time for a nap.
Stinkingly yours,
Peter
August 4, 1944
Dear Diary
This morning when I woke up there was no breakfast. I snuck a bowl of oatmeal. Then I went back to sleep. I woke a couple hours later sweating like a dog. I must have had a nightmare. At lunch I had a tuna sandwich. I read a couple hours and then took a nap. I went to my room to write. Then I heard footsteps and other voices. I think I need………….
Explanation:
wheres the file? you dont have the file.
Answer:
The voting age in America should not be changed from 18 to 16. This is because there are many immature citizen teens out there who would not look further into detail about who they would vote for. Most would just pick based off of things they like about the person. They wouldn't look into further detail. And besides your not an adult until your 18 years of age or in the twenty age. Sixteen year old teens are smart yes, but still too young to be voting especially for something that could change everyone's lives. If you were to let an 16 year old be allowed to vote your life and the rest of the world rests in their hands basically. 18 year old teens are more mature about this topic and more aware of what needs to be done to vote for someone. They look into things and find out more about that person.
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Answer: 2: my brother can't sing well.
3: My dog can catch the ball.
4: My grandmother can't use a computer
5: My sister can ride a horse.
6: My grandpa can't speak English.
Explanation: Hope this helps :P
Thinking of the way it's presented on the text, the strongest impression I get speaking of what we're supposed to learn about the Maasai people, are the following:
They value cattle and identify as cattle herders.
They rely heavily on the weather.
They take responsibility for the care, feeding, and protection of animals.
They include cattle in their spiritual and community rituals.
Hope this is helpful for you!
