Well, a typical 17th century menu ( if they even had them) probably wouldn’t look like that. But that’s a typical 17th century dinner (without the beer) and that’s what we had for our dinner. After dinner there were some evening activities, like 16th, 17th century games, outdoor things, etc. then we had two teachers tell stories; one from a book, one out of memory. After that we went to sleep with no showers.

When we woke up it was fun to walk around in bare feet. But before you knew it, it was time to start the day. We packed, had breakfast, visited the gift shop, and got ready to go to Plimoth Plantation. At the fake village, it looked just like a real one. There were houses, people with old-fashioned clothing, gardens, barns, and even real animals! Sadly, It suddenly was time to go. I loved the, well, the everything! It was one of the best field trips EVER!

I am in Edinger House, Dalton, and from about December, 2006 to about February, 2007, my house* has been studying forced immigration. We did a lot of research, like reading a book about the Amistad Rebellion, (a slave rebellion that took place on a slave ship called the Amistad) reading a not-yet-finished book by Ms. Edinger, our teacher, and even inviting a poet called Natasha Trethewey to come and share some poems about the Amistad!
The Amistad was a slave ship, and the rebellion started when a slave-to-be named Cinque found a loose nail, picked all the locks with it, and decided he would rather die a gallant death than live in slavery for the rest of his days.
So he and all the rest of the men attacked the cruel white men, and won the battle. But they all had to go through quite a few more hardships before they were allowed to go home. Finally, they did.
I liked studying forced immigration. I give it 5 stars. It’s a very interesting subject because the descriptions in this particular subject happen to be extremely informative and everything we learn is very exciting.
I think we studied forced immigration to learn how lucky we are to be free from the start of our lives in the past to the end of them in the future, and not living our precious lives as some unfortunate African people did.

* house means class

One day a knock came on the door when her duties were done, and she was relaxing.

“Come in.” The door slowly swung open. And there stood a little girl with a pair of wings!

“Hello,” said the girl. “You need to learn a few things about me, Cinderella.  I’m a Fairyling.  Fairies and Fairylings can make their wings invisible. We can change the light so that you can’t see them.  I’m also your fairy god-mother.”

“Well, why do I need a fairy godmother?” inquired Cinderella.

“Oh, I forgot you didn’t know!!!” bellowed the Fairyling.  “YOU ARE A CINDERELLA, CINDERELLA!!!”

“You mean one of those fairy tale girls?”

“You insult me! Fairies don’t have tails!”

“Look, I’m not talking about T-A-I-L-S; I’m talking about T-A-L-E-S! By the way… What exactly is going on here? It’s all very weird. Please explain,” said Cinderella.

“I’m a fairy. You’re a Cinderella. I’m your fairy godmother. Here, I’ll tell you one of the versions of Cinderella. Now listen carefully.

Once upon a time there was a girl whose mother had died. Her father remarried an evil, ugly woman (he had lost his glasses) who only thought about herself and her two evil, ugly daughters. They mistreated her because they were very jealous of the girl, Ella, who was very pretty and skilled in many ways. They made her their servant and took everything nice away from her. Soon they called her Cinderella because she was so dirty from sleeping in the fireplace. One day the Prince said that all the fair maidens in the land should come to the ball he was setting up. Cinderella wanted to come, but how could she? Even if she did have the clothes and transportation, how could she? Her stepmother wouldn’t let her ever go to any ball in any state. Cinderella was left behind to do the dishes and she cried. Suddenly a woman appeared. She said,

“Don’t cry, Cinderella! I’m your Fairy Godmother, and I’m going to get you to that ball. Here is a gown, tiara, and glass slippers. Here is the coach. Have a nice ball! Come back before Midnight!” and she was gone. So Cinderella went to the ball, had a good time, and rushed to get back before Midnight. In her haste she lost a glass slipper and the Prince found it and swore he would marry the owner. He tried it on all the fair maidens in the land until he got to Cinderella’s house. Here he found no success, until Cinderella came down. Then she tried it on, it fit, and they married. Cinderella and the Prince lived happily ever after, and Cinderella forgave her step-family.

“Of course there are variations on Cinderella, though. Your story is one of those. In fact, the ball’s tomorrow at Treasure Tower Palace.”

With that piece of news Fairyling vanished.

Cinderella turned around and found a grand new house in the place of her old one. She walked around and found it the same house with different furnishings. She looked at her room and found a room fit for a princess. There was a bed made of gold with gold covers, a desk with a cushioned velvet-covered chair, a bean-bag couch, a closet with mahogany doors, and even a makeup stand with a gold-embroidered hand-mirror and makeup! Not to mention the gold and silver carpet and the beautiful clothes in the closet.

Cinderella was thrilled.

“SUPERCALAFRAGILISTICEXPIALADOCIOUS!!!” she cried. “It’s beautiful!” she whispered. She took a look at the other rooms. She was astounded.  There were cobwebs, dust, and bad smells in her step-family’s rooms. In her section of the bathroom, there was gold and silver everywhere. In the others, there were broken, dusty, muddy sinks and toilets. Cinderella went back to her room and went to sleep.

She woke up in the morning to see her fairy godmother. She was holding a beautiful dress and tiara. She said to Cinderella  “This’s watch’ll wear, Cindsy.” She helped Cinderella get into it, and then said, “How does it look?”

Cinderella looked in the mirror and said, “Wow.” But it came out as, “My, goodness gracious me.  It is the most splendid gown I have ever seen in the world” with a British accent and in a lady’s voice.

“It has a lady spell on it so you’ll act, speak and look like a perfect lady,” said Fairyling.

“Why, that is most splendidly marvelous!” she said, again with the British accent and lady’s voice. Cinderella was beginning to forget that she was ever a servant. “Well, I suppose I had better be off now! I shall see you later!” Cinderella said. She walked down the stairs holding her gown up. When she got outside, she saw a beautiful coach waiting for her.

However, just as she got in Fairyling dashed down the stairs and shouted, “Get back before noon!”

When Cinderella got to the ball everything stopped. Everyone wanted to know who this beautiful, mysterious young lady was, and what she was doing. Then both Prince Max and Prince Joe set eyes on her and swore that they would marry her no matter what it took to do so. Both of them rushed over to her and said, “Will you dance?”

Cinderella didn’t know how to respond, so she said, “I shall dance with you two simultaneously.” And they both took one of her hands and held hands with each other. Then they spun around so fast that they were merely a blur. When it was 11:58 am, Cinderella let go and ran to the coach to tell it to drive back to the house.

The next day was the same, except Cinderella developed a preference for Prince Max because he was closer in age and interests. He also didn’t want to rule the whole world like Joe. He, like Cinderella, wanted only happiness. It turned out that both Princes had Fairy Godmothers. Joe said that night to his fairy godmother, “Make that beautiful girl love the handsomest boy around- me! Also make her my age and make her interests mine.”

But the Fairy Godmother said, “No, ‘tis against the Department of Fairy Godmother Rules to do anything like that.”

“DO IT ANYWAY!!!”

“Oh. Right, ” said Joe’s Fairy Godmother, for she couldn’t go against Joe for long. Fortunately, there was a protect spell around Cinderella so the spell bounced off to the “owner” and so Joe’s Fairy Godmother turned into kind of a version of Cinderella. That meant no more serving Joe. But that also meant two going for Max. When Cinderella got to the ball, she saw the Prince (Max) waiting for her. When she got to him, he said, “Another wants my love.”

Cinderella said, “I know.”

He said, “You do?”

and Cinderella said, “Will you marry me?”

and the Prince was astounded but said, “Yes, I will. By the way, what is your name?”

“Cinderella,” she said.

The Prince jumped.

“You mean you’re a Fairytale Girl?” he asked incredulously. “Yes,” she told him calmly and he said,

“I love you, Cinderella.”

“I know, Max. I know,” she said. The next day they were married and Cinderella said, “My real name is Ellaniana Fordstone.” Cinderella forgave her step-family and lived happily ever after with the Prince, Fairyling, and Gnilyriaf the Prince’s (now King) Fairy Godmother.  The End.  Cinderella said after the ‘story’, “Our children love this version of Cinderella, don’t they, Maxy?”

“Yes, they do love hearing their mother’s adventures. I like the type of adjectives the Author put in,” said King Max. The End-End. Good-bye, Thank you. The End-End-End

What follows is a summary of some of the historical events that Margru experienced. Don Ruiz and Montez were the only ones left at the end of the revolt. Cinque, the ‘leader’ of the Africans on the Amistad, commanded them to sail the ship back to Africa. Don Ruiz and Montez did as they were bid at daytime, but at night they were sailing away from Africa and back to America. Don Ruiz and Montez were hoping that someone would see them and investigate. Their wishes came true. Another ship did see them. They came and invaded the Amistad when Cinque was negotiating with some hunters to sail them back home. The Africans were held in prison for a long time and the jailer and his wife “took care of them”. The jailer was Mr. Pendleton, and his wife, Mrs. Pendleton. —After a while the Amistad Africans received news that they had won the case. But the President appealed to the Supreme Court because he wasn’t happy with the results. The Africans won again, and were sent back to Africa after the money to pay for the ship was gathered.

After all the hectic things were over, Sarah Margru Kinson married and became Sarah Margru Kinson Green. She became a Christian teacher. And at some time, she met her father again.

I think Africa is my home is a good “book” (really story) and it is very informative and interesting. I think you should definitely read it.