Does the Punishment Fit the Crime?

In the story Candide, the author Voltaire writes that the main character Candide kisses Ms. Cunegonde and gets banished out of this utopia of a kingdom. Candide then becomes lost in a world he is never exposed to thus running into good, bad, and evil people. The question is, did he deserve being banished from the only place he could call home? Well in my opinion yes, in this case the punishment does fit the crime. My reasons for this are simple. He was told not to do something, and he did it knowing the consequences. Candide let his curiousity and emotions take over and he never thought about the consequence. He never thought about having to live outside this "utopia" so I think it's his fault. It seems that he doesn't mind being outside the kingdom though. His only concern is that he meet up with Miss Cunegonde again and they be together forever. Still though, his best of all possible worlds theory stood, and he never questioned any of the events that happened to him. Another reason why he deserved to be kicked out is because he simply disobeyed the Baron's orders and when you are as low as Candide had been thought of, they won't need you in their kingdom. So it was an easy decision to kick him out.

How Do I Know What I Think I Know?

How do I know what i think I know? Well first off we must ask the question what do I know. I believe I know a lot of things, as I am very conceited upon myself. I may not know a lot but I will always act like I know a lot. But when asking the question how do I know things I know for sure well we'll have to go back to my teachings as a toddler.
As a toddler, I was always told that Taneesha Sajna was my mom and that George Stanton was my dad. I constantly identified them as mommy or daddy and they never replied, "Hey, I'm not your mom!" or "Aye lil boy I aint yo daddy." I took that as a sign that they were my parents and I figure it to be the first amount of knowledge I gained as a baby. I have a birth certificate with both of my parents named on it as mom and dad. Also, I am sure there are thousands of documents stating that I am the child of Taneesha Sajna and George Stanton. I am sure these are my parents and that is how I know this.
How do I know about American History? Well to tell the truth, history is my least favorite subject. Too much boring reading about some guy doing some thing that whoever made up "history" thought we HAD to know. Despite my dislike though, I had to learn it. How do I know that I really know it? Well my understanding was that when a teacher teaches you something, you should gain some sort of understanding of it. And I think when you gain understanding of something, that means you know it so therefore I know my history(only some).
How do I know what I feelings I have at a certain time? Well that's just easy. I was taught what all of these different emotions and feelings are. Anger, happiness, sadness, deppression, and so on. So this means I know what they mean and when I see that I am exibiting anger or happiness I know that I am angry or happy.
So it's all in whatever you're taught. You know what you get taught and then later on you find things out on your own and you gain that understanding.

Self Eulogy

Eulogy of the Late Great George Stanton

George Henry Stanton IV was born on July 10, 1991 to George Stanton III and Taneesha Sajna. When George was first born he boldly urinated on the nurse in the room. Little did they know that boldness would follow George out throughout his short life. George grew up living on the south side of Chicago with his mom, great grandmother, and sometimes grandmother. By the time George reached kindergarden, he was able to write clearly, speak fluently, and read books at a 3rd grade level. His great grandmother always said that he had unlimited potential. At age 7 he moved to Marietta, Georgia because his mom wanted to attend school out there. He attended 2nd grade there and continued his happy childhood as a child. Before 3rd grade Taneesha moved back to Chicago due to some financial woes. At age 13, George became a hero. At a routine visit to his grandmother's house, George noticed that the house was smoking. Although his mother was there, she was not small enough to fit thru the front window. Noticing this, George quickly hopped into the house thru the front window. He searched around for minutes and finally found his grandmother down on the floor as she had slipped while trying to get out. He swiftly opens the door for his mom and they both helped his grandmother out of the house. Although the fire was no more than an over-cooked pie, George showed his strength and courage by vaulting into the building. Over time George grew into a young man and before he knew it, George was a senior in high school attended one of the best schools in America, Whitney Young Magnet High. On August 29th, 2008, George was hit by a serious attack of sickle cell anema. George fought for his life every day after he was diagnosed, until September 5th, 2008 when he is lost. George was a great son, friend, scholar, and most importantly a great man. We will all mourn his loss but we will also celebrate his great life.