In anycase, thus far I have read two books and watched a documentary on Mary Bryant. One remarkable lady, an escaped convict. Sent to Botany Bay (Australia) to serve out her sentence for stealing a silk bonnet. On her voyage she gave birth to Charlotte whom she named after the boat. Once in Australia she married William Bryant, a fisherman, gave birth to his son Emmanuel, and tried her best to keep her family healthy through dire conditions. She later made her escape with six other men and her new family; however, on the crossing back to England, she was recatured and lost her husband and two children. When she arrived in England she was a local celebrity, and was able to attain the generosity of Boswell who helped her gain the freedom she desired. The End.
Like seriously? Why are there 300 pages written to basically say just that? The sources conflict in data. It's gave me a headache. I wrote up a rough presentation on the ride to SPOT X.
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| Neighbors and Roomies with our huts. |
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| Do not judge. My bed on the last day. |
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| Pink: Gelato |
I met up outside with about 20 other kids from Bond going on the surfing weekend. Got up on waves, learned to pump and steer. My body is in more pain than it has been in years, and I like it. I look terrible surfing, most awkward being alive, but I thoroughly enjoyed it and am slightly addicted. Socially, the weekend was out of control. There is definetly a reason why certain fun is illegal; irregardless, it was a blast. We stopped on the way back in Byron Bay. I grabbed a gelato: "Scoop of Pistacio and Noccio in a cone please"
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Sad to have buises, upset to leave |
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| We found our mojo. |
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