My Father The Major Has A Big Announcement For The Town

My Father The Major Has A Big Announcement For The Town
My father the major has a big announcement for the town. "People all over the city are getting a virus called plague or the black death" he said. As
the major went on " the capitol will be here soon to take away our contestants for this year 's hunger games."
"If they don't make it in time we will have to evacuate the city and who ever is left behind we must leave behind" the major said. Everyone started to
gasp and panic. I thought to myself, but what about gale and my sister Prim he can 't leave his family and neither can I he still has his mother and I have
my father.My mother died from pneumonia. His father left them to escape the capitol one day and they caught him running through the woods where
Gale and I hunt. That day the capitol found him,ever since then Gale had to take care of his family on his own.
As I walked down the road to Gale 's house I stopped by the bakery to see that nice man with the witch if a wife. "Hello is the bakery open right
now? I wanted to know if I could talk to the man of the bakery." He never told me his name and he never talked a lot. I think it's because I talk too
much. People always say at school that all I do is blabber my mouth about anything I can. I think my father told me stop right here but I don't
remember because of the announcement. I waited awhile...still no one came out. Then I heard a big CRASH. So I grabbed the pan that the water was
leaking in from the roof and started walking into the back. My father always told me to
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The Battle Of War Among The Packs
Two years ago, I stood where I stand now with nothing but sorrow in my heart. I watched my loved ones die in the hands of those I call fellow
wolves. My mother, father, and older brother are now gone and The Moon Pack are held responsible.
They were vicious, cold–blooded werewolves that kill will anyone who dared to oppose them. The pack consists of rogues from other packs which
proved problematic. Their reckless actions caused a rift between packs, threatening the alliance. Thus, a treaty was formed to prevent an outbreak of
war among the packs.
Adam, The Moon Pack 's Alpha, Adam was the culprit behind the massacre of my pack. He, alone was I wanted to kill.
The rain pours violently over my head and onto my bare chested torso. I ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Above her head a black umbrella protecting her from the harsh rain. In her other hand, a dozen of white lilies was in her grasp. "I figured you would be
here," She said as she walked toward me.
Rose strolled pass me and directed her attention to the memorial. She placed the flowers atop of the stone then said a prayer.
She and I were the sole survivors of our pack. It would be our job to reproduce but I don 't see that happening anytime soon. Rose didn 't desire a mate
and neither did I.
A mate will only bring unwanted drama for me so I rid myself of the thought. I couldn 't protect my pack, therefore, I shouldn 't bring a mate in the
face of danger. If she were to get hurt – in any way – I 'll never be able to forgive myself.
Rose step to me and open her mouth to speak. "Have you eaten today?" she asked.
"Yeah" I lied smoothly.
On this day, the anniversary of the unfateful slaughter, I did nothing but sulk in misery. For hours, I would sit here, reminiscing about the bittersweet
memories. All while filled with emotions such as anger and sadness.

Rose step closer and took my hand. "Scar...let it go" She pressed her hand to my cheek. Her soft touch soothes the hate inside but I still wanted
revenge. "You need to," she said, looking directly into my eyes.
I slap her hand away, frowning at her frowns. "I can 't..."
Rose sighed in annoyance. "They were my family too but..." she trailed "at some point, you need to move on"
"How dare you say that!"

My Brother Essay
A moral that my brother has taught me is, to Always stick with your family because you only have them for so long. That was a moral that he
taught me because it has kept me connected good with my family. Having me more connected to my family helps me have a better relationship
and understand what is going on in my families lives. Some background about my role model is his name is Chase and he is 15 years old, and he
plays baseball, and he is a great baseball player for East Pennsboro high school team. He has a great passion for younger kids. He also likes to help
people who need the help when needed. He is left handed and has a lot of talent for baseball. My role model is my brother chase because he is
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He is caring because he likes to help me practice for baseball, and he likes to help me improve in my school work and my attitude towards things.
Also he likes to help others like donate and put lots of community service in because he thinks it is the right thing to do. What makes him caring to
me is that my family has become better from him, and also he just does so much for others before he worries about himself. As a result he is a very
nice person also because of how much he helps me and how much he does for others. In conclusion my brother is a very caring person because he
likes to help others when they need it. Those are some reasons why he is caring, and is such a great person.
My brother is also a great role model because he is a humble and well minded person. What makes him a humble person is when he does something
good he doesn't brag about it and he stays cool with it and never rubs it in my face. He doesn't like to brag because it is not a good thing and it
could make people not like you as much. Along with that he also doesn't like to be a mean person because he thinks that is the wrong thing. He
doesn't like to do mean things such as pushing me around, and decking me onto the floor. Also he is humble because he cares about others more than
himself. He cares about others because he thinks it is a good thing to be caring because others matter too. As a result he thinks caring about others

My Nurse Monologue
I woke up that morning, the same as any other. Still in that blank old hospital room, the same stiff hospital bed with the little red button to signal
the nurse when I woke up or needed help. I pressed the button and heard Lilly coming down the quiet hallway. The door creaked open slowly and
Lilly peaked her head in the room, "Good Morning Noah." She's always so smiley and sunshiney, she's the only nurse like that here. "Ready to get
dressed and get some of that delicious breakfast you love so much?" I sat up and smirked at her cause she knows how much I hate the breakfast here.
Grabbing my glasses off the small cheap bedside table I could see Lilly 's smile more clear now. She came by the bed with my clothes and left the
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"I swear, for a 73 year old man you can be such a teenager sometimes," she giggled as we approached the area which was once closed off by a
curtain but now open. Allie was an older woman, not as old as me, no she looked young but you could tell she was sick. Her skin was pale with the
lightest bit of color to it, her hair cut short probably from the treatments. She lay in with a book in her hands, trying her hardest to hold it up and
even harder to turn a page every so often. She was beautiful. Lilly had left me out by some of the other wheelchaired patients to go to her desk and
fill out paperwork. I wasn't her only problem around here so I understood why she had to go. I slowly began turning the wheels attached to my chair
over to where Allie's bed was. She put her book down slowly, "Hello? Do I know you?" "No, we haven't had the chance to meet until now. I'm Noah,
and I hear you're Allie?" Her face seemed to light up a bit, "Yes, I'm Allie I'm one of the quote on quote newer patients here." "I see, so miss Allie how
did a beautiful gal like yourself end up here?" I began to see more color in her face with every word I said to her. "I was diagnosed last year with stage
2 cancer and have been fighting it at home ever since but they say it's gotten worse and that I should stay here now." "Well welcome to the happiest
place on earth than miss Allie," she smiled every

Why I Should Take A Shower
Of course Finn hadn 't gone in my room, twenty dollars had just dissapeared. Damn, I should have kicked his ass. What could Mom do about it
anyway? Whatever, it 's only twenty bucks. Elli said he 'd be here to pick me up around five, which means he 'll proably show up around five thirty.
So I still have about half an hour to kill. I decide that I really should take a shower, mainly just to kill time while avoiding my mom. I take a cold
ten minute shower before returning to my room. While I was showering I 'd missed a text from Sky "where are you? we 're waiting out front"
Thankfully the text is only two minutes old, so I have time to hurry a reply, grab my stuff and run out the door. "Get in already, Wyght!" Elli yells
from the open window of his van. Elli 's van is our only mode of transportation, which definately isn 't ideal. The van is black and really old, and is a
semi–passanger van and semi–cargo van. What I mean by that is that there are five seats, along with a cargo area. This is a bad setup for us, as our
band has six members, but we make it work, most often by having Alex sit on someone 's lap, normally Dexter 's. Mainly because Alex is tiny, and
can 't weigh more than a hundred pounds, and Dexter never really complains about the setup, which is understandable, because Alex is pretty hot for
a short, bitchy stoner. I climb into the back, where Sky, Dexter, and Alex are (Sam called shotgun, as usual) When I get in Alex rolls her eyes and
climbs onto Dexter 's

Don 't Be Shy, I Won 't Bite !
John sat silently thinking about his choices. Evelyn was correct in her assumptions. He is starting to have feelings for her, even if he don 't want to
admit it to himself.
Evelyn could sense John contemplating with his choices. She smiled brightly and spoken in a cheerful voice. "Don 't think too hard Johnny, why don
't you sit closer by me? I 'll gladly share you my blanket, besides I think you need it more than I do."
Evelyn pat the ground, directing him to come closer. "Oh come on...don 't be shy, I won 't bite!"
John move closer beside Evelyn. She open her blanket and wrap it around him. She gently place her head on John 's shoulder. The night sky was dark
and the cold air was breezy. Evelyn gaze at the stars, having a slight feeling of loneliness. It 's been a long time since she departed her own world.
She spoke softly to John. "You 're so damn lucky Johnny . Your planet is amazing! Your able to see stars every night. Where I come from, our
world has three binary suns. We don 't get night time often, until one solar Earth year. The good side of things, when night time do come. The night
skies are beautiful, it has more stars than you could ever imagine here on Earth. It 's a shame we don 't get the privilege to see stars every 12 hours like
you do."
John notice her feeling of loneliness. He couldn 't help but feel sad for her. "I 'm sure you miss your home world very much, Evelyn. If I could, I would
love to see it one day."
Evelyn frown, a small drop a tear

The Worst Day Of My Life
The worst day of our lives had just been thrown at us. Let us introduce ourselves. Our names are Nevayah and Lola, and this is the story of the
move that broke our friendship apart. Let's start at the beginning. Nevayah "Wake up! It's the first day of school, and you're already late!" mom
screamed. I slowly got out of bed. Today would be the day I tell Lola I'm moving, the worst day of my life. She suspected something was up, but
then again, I've been keeping this from her for a month already and my last day is september 6th, 3 weeks from today. Mom insisted that I go to the
first day of school just so I "don't miss any learning opportunities" and so I can say goodbye to my friends. She doesn't understand that you don't learn
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Upset, I ran to school. But the problem was, I couldn't focus on anything! There was no way I was going to tell her at school, so I had to wait. All
day I could only think about telling Lola. I sent a text to her in class asking if we could talk, but she never replied. So I went to lunch and sat by
myself, thinking maybe she would join me. Lola I was sitting in my fourth period class when I got a text from Nevayah saying, "Can we talk after
school? " I was a little on edge to see what she had to say, so I just left her on read. When the bell rang I got up and went to lunch, Nevayah didn't sit
with me though which was kinda weird but whatever. The day went fast after lunch and finally it was time to go home. I walked outside and there
Nevayah was sitting on the step waiting on me. Nevayah School finally got out, so I went out in the warm August breeze and sat down on the steps
to wait for Lola. A ton of people were coming, so I didn't notice her until someone sat down beside me. "H–hey." I stammered. I didn't really know
what to say to her. I wanted to avoid hurting her. "Um, hey..." she replied. I quickly told her, "I need to tell you something." She just stared at me
waiting for my reply. "I'm moving..." "What?" she mumbled with tears forming in her eyes. I looked away, I couldn't face her, especially since I
knew I hurt her. Lola She just told me that she was moving, how could she just leave me here alone with no one to

Is Grendel Evil?
In a world of chaos, he who lives, lives by his own laws and values. Who is to say that the death of millions is any worse or better, for that matter,
than injuring a cockroach. And in the case of an existing power in the form of God, who is presumed to be all which is good, presiding and ruling an
organized universe, why then does evil exist? The prosaic response of "without evil, there is no good" no longer holds any validity in this argument as
the admitted goal of good is to reach an existence without evil. So even if a God does exist, I think it is fair, at this point, to say that he is the
embodiment of both good and evil. And if humoring those who would answer the previous question with the response that there can be no good ... Show
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That is, to say, not good or evil. It is life which shapes his beliefs and therefore life which dictates ethics, whether dependent on fate or not. Within
the society which humans have created and live in, there are certain ideals which are reinforced actively by written law and organized religion.
Since there is no evidence that any omniscient, eternal being actually organized a faith dedicated to itself and especially for the fact that no such
being exists in the society of a creature such as Grendel (with no society within which he belongs); I will say that no God has any power over
Grendel (he has not been told that one even exists). For Grendel, there is no reinforcement of which ethics, good or evil, he should abide by and
therefore he is able to make a more honest decision of which way to live. Since the world which he sought to embrace, rejected him, he is forced to
make a decision. He must choose between a self–exile in which he would live a life separate from the humans with which he shares the ground which
they walk on, or to take form as a God himself and seek punishment for those who wronged him, essentially, Hrothgar the King of the Scyldings. His
meeting with the mystical dragon is what helps to guide his decision towards the side of what is defined as evil.
The dragon is Grendel's guide to the gateway of evil beliefs and also

My Day In My Life
I woke up early, about 6 am, happy and relaxed. I was, however, disappointed that I hadn't dreamed of the monkeys. I took my shower and brushed
my teeth. Pleased with all my homework, I went downstairs. I had a bacon sandwich and a cup of hot chocolate. Dad signed my guardian slip for
the school trip. I checked for my pencils, eraser, and pencil sharpener, and made sure that my book bag was packed and all was intact. I dressed
warmly, with an extra shirt underneath. Feeling so comfortable in my outfit, I got into the car and waved to my mum. Dad dropped me off at school
at 8 am. It was still early for school, so I went straight to the canteen to chat with a few friends. Before lesson were to start, Jack came to my desk.
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The only option I had was to go for creative thinking and art. The club met twice a week, and if you were in both groups, you finished at 6:30 pm.
They also meet some weekends for rehearsals. Opting for just one would not be beneficial for me, factoring in the fact that it was for the purpose
of woodland trips. The first thing I did during my second break was to go to the school office to register. Hopefully, I would gain skills to develop
robotic monkeys. It was a Tuesday, and there was a lesson. The days for the lessons were Tuesdays and Fridays. I phoned my mum and told her
about it. From her reaction over the phone, it seemed she was very pleased. Happy that my parents would support me, I went to the club after school.
I got there quite early and had half an hour wait before the session. The building was attached to the main school, and I walked through the school
parking lot in the loading bay to my right were three disable bays and four extra spaces adjacent to the building. I assumed the extra parking was for
the main school entrance. The main building was built with high–class bricks. Inside, the building was so magnificent. The building was a high,
two–story studio. It contained twenty self–contained studios. The ground floor contained three large multi– purpose spaces. It was a world–class
building on an approximately 5–acre plot. Every room was between 235 feet square to 1500 feet square. The design was so beautiful. We had two
main entrances: the

Fallen Star Short Story
There is legend of a fallen star a star that can bring happiness to anyone who can tame it and I Theresa Herondale will find it as long as it takes. The
star I seek has a power to grant anyone who obtains it a wish, when I was a child. I had heard stories about the star how an enchanting golden light
surrounds it, as if it had fallen from the heavens and the air around had become thick and sweet. All the children wanted to find the star but we were all
told it was just a story but no longer will it just be a story I will find the star and wish for my village back. It was 7 years ago it was a plain ordinary day
in my home village of Treydelle all the children were outside playing me being one of them and the elders we're having a meeting the all of a sudden
we saw flames red fiery flames the kind that would destroy anything in its way and it was headed for us we were all told to evacuate but everyone was
paralyzed in fear .I ran I was the only one who did it's like the fire had control over everyone it wanted control of except me. I was the sole survivor of
my village I don't who started the fire but I will take my vengeance on them whoever they are.The story I was told said that the star was on the west
side of Webbrute a village it's easy to walk to because it's near my former village,I need supplies from the village the only reason I survived this
long is because Treydelle was famous for its livestock and farming we carrots as orange as the colour and tomatoes as red as the flames that
destroyed my village I hate those tomatoes . As I go on my Quest I should be prepared for anything bandits, monsters but I didn't care anything or
anybody could come for the star but they would get because I will beat them to it .On my way to Webbrute I felt a presence behind me when I
turned around I saw nothing I must just be paranoid. All of a sudden I felt another presence it's like someone wants me to become paranoid "is
someone there"I screamed "no nobody's here" a groggy male voice said .Idiot is he that stupid or maybe he's drunk well I guess I'll find out "knock
knock" "who's there" the voice said overly joyful "shut up you'll get us found out" a second angry voice growled "oops sorry I

Welfare Causes Poverty in America Essay
There seems to be an increase in poverty in the United States and there are so many theories behind why this might be a problem. It seems as if
Society as a whole wants to blame this social "condition" on Society itself. I believe that the problem of poverty lies within the actual individuals that
are experiencing poverty. There are a few reasons why people experience poverty. They are as follows: One, the liberal welfare programs that were
started in the 1960's, two, individuals lack the characteristic of power and individuality, three, anti–social behavior and the idea that poverty passes
from one generation to the next. The liberal welfare programs were started in the 1960s to help individuals obtain better job skills by ... Show more
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It seems as if they were unable to say no to the provided or shall I say free support and unable to say yes to the ability to gain and be able to support
their selves. It was so much easier to have someone to do it for them. Not only did they lack integrity but they lacked the power and confidence needed
to make it on their own. These individuals knew that the government has been and will continue to support them so they became even lazier. These
individuals became lazy and began to involve themselves with only individuals of the sort, which developed into anti– social behavior. Once the
anti–social behavior sets in we can't train these individuals to assimilate into society, we can't train these people to be like you and me. We can't
train these people to be normal. I classify normal as someone who is willing to support or at least try to support themselves on a regular basis. If I
can work to support me, my family and "you" why can't you work to support "you", this includes your family also. Children are indeed a product of
their environment.
Being a product of your environment can be a good thing or it can be a bad thing depending on your environment. In the eyes of poverty I do believe
that it is a bad thing because poverty seems to be passed on from generation to generation. You can't expect the next generation to be any better than the
last when they aren't able

Persuasive Speech On Homework
Being a kid is not easy, trying to juggle sports, school, and a social life is stressful and time consuming. We have lives outside of the classroom and
keeping track of our work is very difficult, but there are ways to help keep the two balanced. Here are some helpful ways to keep your school life
managed and still have a productive lifestyle. I've been in school for a little while now and one of the things I dreaded the most was the teacher saying
"Yourhomework for tonight is..."Hearing those words just ruined my mood. However, homework may not be the most enjoyable thing in the
world it is important. It's 10% of your grade but also allows to practice more on what you're learning. Once you get home, homework should be the
first thing on your mind so you can just get it out of the way. When working on homework you should definitely turn off all electronic devices so it
won't get in the way of you focusing. Another thing that could be distracting is family. As much fun as family might be, having someone there
when you're trying to do classwork could get you really off topic. I have a cousin who I definitely adore and we are super close but once we get to
talking there is just no stopping us. Keeping a distance from them will keep you on task and you will also get your work done faster. Once that is
out of the way you can have all the time to socialize. Ever been so stressed out about a test before? Well guess what, you're not alone. Test and
exams are so stressful and sometimes they could either make or break your grade. Having that kind of pressure put on you doesn't feel good but there
are ways you can prep and not be so freaked out. A key thing that goes along with studying is the same with homework, turn off all devices that have
nothing to do with school. For instances phones, with all this new social media coming out all you want do is snapchat friends and see what they are
doing. That'll distract you from studying. Besides devices being shut down, having something calm and relaxing playing can help the brain focus more
and do better. Playing classical music or maybe sounds of nature will be soothing. I know when I study it could feel like I've been studying forever
and nothing is

Client Interview Essay
I am very grateful that you replied me back on the site, Well here goes about me, I am a very easy going person, I think of others way before
myself, if I'm out with someone its important to me that they are having a good time, I'm very confident, I always know what I want in life. I rarely
give in, and see things though.,I went on this site hoping to find my match but as you can see, not a lot to pick from here .It is a bit sleazy on there,
My attention span for this site is getting short. I am finding that a lot of the men you talk to are not really serious with their intention, while some of
the men are fakes which really pisses me off .I have only been on that site a short time but am finding nothing for me their. I am tired of being... Show
I want you to know that when I am set nothing can change me so I don't beat about the bush and I allow my feelings and mind to be known fast
because its very awful when someone hurt another good feelings. My favorite color is navy blue, I'm the jeans kind of lady cos it makes me looks
smart....my music pref. is country with a touch of folk in their lyrics and soft rock...i like baseball, played lots of Tennis not much of a football
fan..I play snooker and billiards at times and no good at either..I have include my pics even though I'm not to handy at photographing myself.At
this stage I feel there are a number reasons to get to know you better on here before we meet in person.When did you join the site and haven't you
met anyone there .how would you describe your ideal girl.do you live alone.do you like your job how long have you been there.I also hope that I
have not bored you . And please excuse the spelling not one of my strong points.....What I want in a man, you ask, well I want someone to be
themselves, honesty, and not what they think I would want, I would like a best friend as well as a partner, and we must always be able to talk to
each other if there's a problem. I'm a very faithful person, and expect the same from my partner, above all I want you to make me smile, I have a great
sense

How Liberals Are Ruining College
My Thoughts on How Liberals are Ruining College This to me can be summed up in one word: sad. It's truly saddening to me that we've become
this way. Where everything is taken to the most extreme levels and assumed to be hate speech or that it of course must be meant in the worst possible
way. There are of course times where people do take things too far and mean them in the worst of ways. Although, that is not what this is about. This
is about the destruction of free speech to the extent of teaching people to might as well not have "free thinking." We might as well go around
apologizing to one another for the things we thought or even almost thought. Not to mention if we almost, or almost though about, them being said?
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It can almost be frightening. I know who I am and the things I say sometimes. After reading this I know certain things I say or joke about would
not be tolerated. Although I only ever talk to my family and my small, sphere of friends who all mostly think the same way I do. It makes me want
to check the policies for the school I plan to go to. I hadn't even read NWACC's until a good three or four weeks into the school year. Some might
say that it would have been smart to do this sooner, but I always thought if I used a little common sense I wouldn't end up somewhere I wouldn't
want to be. I've survive this far, but obviously, that's what a lot of these schools or professors were thinking as well. The worst part is that some of
these schools, where these incidents have happened, already had numerous policies and rules in place discriminating against these things. Yet people
still accidently said something that set someone off! There's no end! The punishment is even more asinine than the act at times. There are occasions
when there's an outcry over a simple statement that was misunderstood and it is dealt with easily. For example, in one case another email was sent
out disregarding the last one and apologizing. In other cases, they are removed, fired, or banned for a year. Over what is offending anywhere from
one person to an entire class. I don't understand how they live with themselves. How can they go outside if they're

Comparison Of G Block And H Block Sat A Piece Of...
Between G Block and H Block sat a piece of corrugated iron tubing. Soggy leaves and bark were smeared along the outside of it. Inside was dry earth
and cold silver. That was where we went, Del and I. I thought it looked like the poor–man's version of a piece of playground equipment. From a
playground from not too far away, on the other side of the river bank – away, closer to the worst kind of civilisation. A human–hamster–wheel – that
was what it was called. When a person lies inside and there's light at either ends of the tunnel and you have to peddle fast with your hands and feet,
all the way round in a cylindrical loop. Not so easy to stop. Not–suitable–for–children–under–four – that's what the sign would say, even when it was
smeared with a streak of blue from a can of spray paint. The four year olds would go in and fall out and break an arm over the course of an afternoon
play session. A council inspector in a striped high–visibility vest would arrive to look over the equipment. Then they would walk past us and look up at
the abandoned buildings of Briar Hills High School and shake their head at the eyesore. They would probably write some notes too. One of us
would go outside just to burst a tyre on their car. The council always parked in the same place marked with a faded yellow line. It was right in front
of the barrier which looked like a brittle and old fence to them but to us it meant we could hide and forget. When they parked near the barrier it was
too close.

Review of A Shot in the Light Essay
Review of A Shot in the Light The narrator is a naГѓВЇve person. He believes in the best of people. It does not even cross his mind that Ray could ever
hurt him. He trusts Ray. After only two days with a person he has never seen before, he trusts him. He gives Ray clothes, money, food and a reason
to believe. He is a salesman with a van and some few things. He is not wealthy. He makes his living. And though he has not much to give he still
gives. Ray is a player. How can he make the narrator believe in him? What does he do to make it that way? The person we see, shooting the narrator is
a part of Ray. The person we see, after shooting the narrator is also a part of Ray. Ray has a split personality... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Maybe there is not only Satan hidden inside of him? Maybe there is something good also? He is shocked. God did not die. God cannot die. He will
live on forever. But can Satan die? Can he be replaced? "A Shot in the Light". Ray cannot kill the goodness in the narrator by shooting him. By
being evil. This is only a single try of evilness against the world of goodness. One little shot cannot defeat the good. But perhaps the little shot
from an evil can defeat the evil? The story is called "A Shot in the Light" because it is nothing more than a single try to defeat the good. It is no big
thing. Only a little shot in a world of light. It cannot do any harm. Maybe Ray sees the light after shooting against it? Maybe the light can defeat
the evil inside Ray? Though the narrator does not know it, the good is looking after him: "This light, this power inside me was so strong, though I
had no idea where it came from."[2] All the good in world goes together and helps the narrator. On that background the first theme is the difference
between good and bad. With good shall bad be defeated. There are too much good in this world to be defeated by evil. The second theme is to take life
for granted. Even the narrator takes his life for granted. He likes his life and his van, stuff, family and friends, but it is here, it has always been here and
it will always be

A Short Story : There's A Boy '
There's a boy.
I'm pressed up against the wall of a room and he's in the middle, on a steel surgical table. There isn't any sheet, and it doesn't look very clean. The
room is a box, made of cold stone and concrete with not even a rug on the floor to warm it up. Maybe a rug, at least, would cover up the dark stains
on the floor. If I squint, I can see the drain set into the concrete where his blood and tears will mix, headed who knows where.
I know this place, because I've been here before. I've seen exactly what's about to happen.
The boy is not unconscious, unlike myself, but he's silent. I'd like to think he knows what's going to happen too, but he doesn't. This is simply a loop
I am caught in and I can do nothing but watch. I'd wake up ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
He looks nervous, outwardly, but I haven't seen anything behind those eyes yet. Not in this world, not in this moment. His black hair is a heavy
contrast to the shining blond of the first, and it is true that they are different. I don't know their names, but by actions alone I could pick them out from
a sea of others. The girl is not in this one.
On the table, the boy coughs. In reality, he is not a boy, but maybe a man of 19. He isn't much younger than the others, I know, but he looks so
small. I can see him freeze in horror at drawing attention to himself so soon. He probably thinks coughing is better than choking to death on the
need, but he is so wrong. I wish I could warn him. I slide along the wall until I hit the corner. I want to cry, but I'm too numb. Watching with dead
eyes, I see the blonde man place his hand on the bare chest of the boy on the table. From this far away it looks like a friendly gesture, a
companionable touch. My stomach twists at his gasp of pain, one look at the muscles in the huge man's arm tells me how hard he's pressing down.
God, he looks so, so tiny. If I stood up, I know I could see the fear in his eyes, the confusion in the set of his mouth. But I don't want to see that. The
dark haired man who was previously just standing there, watching them, leaves the room and the blonde lifts his hand. In my mind's eye I see the dark
handprint leaking up to the skin on his chest. That had to hurt, but he says nothing. When he comes back,

The Night
"You only bring pain," he said.
Tripping, I place my hand on the bathroom door and rush inside. The door swings behind me as I rush to the stall.
"We're here to help," I told him and he backed up into the wall. It wasn't the flashlight he was afraid of, it was me. I lean on the stall door and look
down at the floor. I breathe in and out trying to calm myself down.
What is wrong with you, James? Why can't you stop having these visions? My hand reaches for the toilet paper. Shaking, it rips a piece off and I dab
my wet forehead trying to remove the sweat that feels like it won't disappear.
"You said you actually talked to one of them?" I sat in a white chair in an interview on live television.
"Yes," I said nodding my head in agreement.
"Well, what did he say?" The news anchor leaned in closer as I kept my head to the floor. I sighed and scratched my head while speaking. "He said he
was scared ... and ... and wanted me to help him," I stated.
"And did you?" he asked again. I flashed out and looked at the boy sitting there. "Please let me help you," I said to him.
He got to his feet and ran out of the house. I started to run after the little boy. I got there and in his hand was the gun that I kicked to the side. He
raised the gun up and pointed it at his head. His little boney finger was sitting gently on the trigger.
"No!" I yelled as the body fell lifeless to the floor.
I zoned back to the interview and stared at the anchor. "Yes, but sadly we were ambushed,"
I

My Best Friend
"Okay sissy, don't cry," she pleaded. I knew the day was converging, but I tried not to think about it. She was my absolute best friend and I could not
imagine living 1,300 miles away.
Growing up, we were resentful of each other. We used words and actions to get our point across. Not only did we slap each other, but also kicked
and punched. I cried even if it didn't hurt. After hearing me cry, my dad would scoop me in his arms and at the same time, discipline my sister. It was
satisfying if you had asked my 8 year old self.
After all, Madison turned into my soul mate, as I began middle school, up until she had graduated high school. From watching movies until our eyes
were not susceptible to keep open, laughing convulsively about nothing until we heard our momma's voice bellow from the next room, and
finally, walking into my room after I got out of the shower to see her snuggled in my bed. But all of that has come to a halt, at least until we are
reunited once again. At this point, Nick had become Madison's boyfriend. He had brown hair and icy eyes that glistened. He was a year older than
her and he became more like a brother to me growing up. However, years had gone by and Nick chose to go into the Navy. This was to start a life for
themselves, because he knew that someday he was going to make Madison his wife.
After an enduring 3 months of boot camp, and another 5 months of "A" school, he had graduated to being a gunners mate. That "someday" had
become closer as the days went on. With just a few short months of Madison completing her dreadful, final year of school, the whole family headed
down to a tiny Lutheran church in Southern Minnesota. The two were wed. Within hours after the reception, Nick had to be back in Illinois for his
Naval obligations.
June sixth, that was the day. Most children cannot wait for the day that their sibling moves out, or to be an only child, but that wasn't me. I didn't want
it to be real. It didn't feel real, but it was.
The days had snuck up so fast. There were boxes upon boxes scattered around the house and a one–way Uhaul parked in the driveway. My
grandparents had come to stay with me while my parents were going to take my sister, her pet

The Cafe Window
In the early evening back at home Consuelo was still pacing in front of the cafГ© window. Concerned for the safety of her only son, who had
departed this morning wearing his sleepwear and robe. Her jaw fell open when on the sidewalk before her appeared Stella and Sol, with much
audacity. Carrying up the path garment bags from a high end department store. Behind them was Dr. Edwards who had just pulled in after his long
shift at work. He walked towards Stella who was standing in front of the door. He greeted her with a big, juicy, wet, kiss, then they all just walked
right in.
Consuelo, who was still owning her tantrum, was offended by their smiles and casual stances. Not wanting to believe what she was seeing when she
questioned, "Are those really garment bags you carrying?" Calm and collect Sol put on her sarcastic tone and lifted her head and retorted "You saw the
wedding invitation. My daughter gets married next Saturday. We will dress impeccably well for the fiasco." Consuelo who was speechless regained
her composure for a moment, "I understand that she became a loon, but did I miss something with you two? My son is going to be crushed, while you
are going to look your finest for the biggest mistake your daughter is going to make in her life? I just don't understand."
Sol replied proud, "You always put on a good face during bad weather, don't you go out in the rain with makeup? Consuelo was so appalled she could
only muster, "You mean you are not going to stop her?"

The Mix Up of Love
Meet Miss Nina Dockenhead, twenty years of age ,studying to be an architect , native of California. Nina has nice,white teeth,silky,brown wavy
hair. She just finished her second year in the university and still had four more to go. She came from a wealthy family. Her dad owned two
restaurants which had three branches each. One named after Nina and one after her mother, Millah. He gave her seven hundred dollars per month
as allowance.She didn't like to spend money so she would save one hundred in her her bank account and spent the other hinder vigorously. Now
meet her secret love. His name is Jason Ascus, twenty two years of age. He owns a villa, he is pretty wealthy too, and has 4 cars. One for each
season. His father owns a cloth factory; however, his mother stays at home and cooks,cleans. His sisters are Jessy and Ella with one year of
difference. Jessy is sixteen and the Bella seventeen. They are pretty close to each other and Jason cares and loves them more than anything in the
world. They both went to the same university. They saw each other every single day, five days a week. Nina would notice walking by and smile at
herself. However he wouldn't even take a glance at her. Even though they saw each other, he still didn't know who she was. He was the kind of popular
guy with all girls surrounding him. Sometimes he didn't even notice the girls surrounding them. He would just ignore them. The cafeteria of the
university is painted with bright yellow on two of the

Wooden On Leadership : An Effective Leader
Wooden On Leadership
Lilibeth Rodriguez
RPTA
Professor Merritt
April 6, 2015
Abstract
There are many things that make a person a good leader but when narrowed down, Wooden describes some of his steps that he uses. This paper will
discuss three of the steps that Wooden uses to be an effective leader. As well as my understanding of the steps and what I got out of them. It will also
talk about how I can relate to this steps and examples on how I can use them in order to become a more successful leader.
John Wooden too many is known as a successful basketball coach. He coached for Kentucky High School, South Bend Central High School, Indiana
State Teachers College, and his most successful one, UCLA. He was known for teaching good habits to his players and that is what he used to be
successful in his games and be an effective leader. In his book "Wooden onLeadership: How to Create a Winning Organization" he talks about how
exactly he developed the steps to being successful. He gives us some of his experiences that he had and how it has hurt him or helped him and then
explains to us how we can use it to be ourselves. It is from this that I learned that to be a successful leader, I should follow his steps. The ones that
caught my attention where Good Values Attract Good People,Emotion Is Your Enemy, and Seek Significant Change. With these steps I realized that
there was so much I could do to be a better leader.
Good Values Attract Good People Before reading

Is Grendel Evil? Essay
In a world of chaos, he who lives, lives by his own laws and values. Who is to say that the death of millions is any worse or better, for that matter,
than injuring a cockroach. And in the case of an existing power in the form of God, who is presumed to be all which is good, presiding and ruling
an organized universe, why then does evil exist? The prosaic response of "without evil, there is no good" no longer holds any validity in this argument
as the admitted goal of good is to reach an existence without evil. So even if a God does exist, I think it is fair, at this point, to say that he is the
embodiment of both good and evil. And if humoring those who would answer the previous question with the response that there can be no good ... Show
When society (humans) reject his desire to co–exist with them, he turns to evil as punishment for the humans although it provides no solace for him.
Though he does not actually remember how he'd learned it, John Gardner's Grendel speaks a language which is similar to that of the human characters
in the book and is, therefore, able to understand them. During Grendel's first encounter with humans, he pleads to them for assistance when he is
caught and wounded in a trap. The leader of the humans is Hrothgar who eventually becomes king of the Danes. When Grendel's cry for help is
mistaken for a cry of attack, the humans attack Grendel and wound him more painfully than flesh could be wounded. The first intelligent, speaking
beings, with some similarity to himself, which Grendel has encountered, have attacked instead of helped him. It is in this moment that Grendel forms
his first opinions of existence; the outside world does not seem to embrace good as he does. In a one–way conversation he has with his mother after the
incident (Chapter 2), Grendel says, " the world resists me and I resist it. That's all there is. The mountains are what I define them as." In the
statement, " the mountains are what I define them as", Grendel starts to form a belief of a sort of reality which does not actually exist. Life is meant
to be lived as the owner wishes to live it; it is what you

You Really Like Me
"I just––I can't.. Why would you do this!?" Paine's horror–filled eyes bulged, aghast at Stormborn's lastest... Stormbornism. She stifled a giggle, vainly
trying to contort her face into a sufficently repentant expression, but the panic he radiated was making it extra challenging.
"Paine... I'm," she bit down on the insides of her cheeks, "sorry. I really––" Snort. "Am. I didn't know." The corners of her mouth twitched again. He
glowered at her.
"No you're not." An accusatory finger shot down at her. "Look at you! You find this hilarious." He held on to that scalding anger a moment more,
before sinking to the ground in an ooze of self pity. "You don't care what this means for me at all. In fact, my suffering just makes this better for you,
doesn't it?" He pouted, desperate and pathetic, running overwrought hands through his hair.
His hair. That was the root––she bit down again, harder this time––of the problem. "I mean, it––" she tried, gouging her nails on both hands into her
palms, anything to crush the building laughter and show him she really was on his side. "Okay, you're right. It's," a chuckle rose up and she coughed
to cover it, "it's not––" A gasp escaped. "Oh goddess," then a giggle. "I'm sorry!" The giggle broke into a cackle as she rocked on the floor, unable of
holding back the flood any longer. "I'm so, so sorry," she choked, shaking her head, clearly anything but. "It's––it's––it's hilarious." She fell backwards,
gripping her

The Psychological Factors That Shaped My Childhood And...
"To be successful you need to face your hardest opponent... yourself." –Dillon Boucher. In order to face ourselves, we must know who we are and why
we do certain things. Psychology allows us to do this. It is the study of people. This science allows us to look into who we are and what we are. By
understanding what and how everything you do can help you make improvements. This allows the body and mind to work together, so it can give
you the knowledge to help make better decisions and avoid stressful situations. It can help you achieve goals and you live comfortably with others. As
I move on in life and get to the point of independence, it is important for me to understand why I do the things I do, so I can make important changes
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Permissive parents watch their children less closely and are more free with their child's actions (Rathus, p.288). Both of my parents have always
been very loving and given me everything I needed, but at least to me, they always seemed to be more on the strict side with me than they were
with my brother. I was never allowed to many of the things my brother was allowed to do and when I tried to make the argument that their rules
were unfair, they always looked at me and said, "He's a boy, you're a girl." This inequality in treatment put a tremendous strain on me and what the
expectations I felt that I had to live up to. I feel like my parents strict and cold style effected me in both negative and positive ways. I feel that it
made me become a much harder worker who was more motivated to achieve certain goals but it also caused a lot of insecurities when I failed at
something. Moving on into my adolescent years wasn't any easier. I had no idea who I was. In fact, I changed my wardrobe and what I was into
doing quite often throughout middle school. One month I'd wear a dress in hopes to be a "girly girl" and the next, I'd be dressed in all shirts with
black schools pretending I knew how to skateboard. In addition to that, my friend group changed dramatically within a very short period of time. I
was very confused and new to all of the things this new group of peers enjoyed doing. At one point, I was so desperate to find out who I was and get
the sense of belonging that

Grim: My Talk with Death
Today I spoke with death, he was a nice guy, kinda negative but still very nice, could've even been cute if it wasnt for all the bones and rotting skins.
We sat at my house drinking tea, sipping it in slowly with great care. It had a good taste, strong, a little sweety because of the sugar.
So, we both sat, staring at each other, at first it was kind of awkward, he didnt speak too much, just sat and drank his tea from that little porcelain cup I
took out of the drawer, I only used them on special occassions but hey, its notlike you meet death every day isnt it?
"Incorrect". Death replied in his raspy old voice, it seemed like with each word he lifted a heavy burden which weighted on his soul. What struck
me as even weirder was the fact that I never spoke up, I never voiced my thoughts... "You did, in your mind." He said again sighing, it was as if he
had this conversation a million times already. "I did". He snapped at me. "Well, OK, I'll refrain from thinking out loud around you death." I mumbled
embarassed. "Thank you very much my dear." He answered, he sounded a bit like grandmother when I sat at her house and gave her a compliment. He
felt very... Very... Home
–ish.
"So, how do I call you? Should i just adress to you as Death, or would you like me to call you differently?" I asked with true curiosity, its not like I
knew too much about him, her, it, whatever that was which stood infront of me. "Well, it depends... Which of my names would you like to use, is it
my full

Ethics: Morality and People Essay example
HU4640 August 2, 2013 Project Pt. 5: My Personal Code of Ethics This was a very interesting project because I have never really concerned myself
with my ethical beliefs or position. I just did what I thought was best without really thinking about it in this manner. I am glad that I had this class.
It was very enlightening. My beliefs and obligations to society is very simple, treat people the way you want to be treated. I am a firm believer of
the Golden Rule. You will receive respect in the long run. I value the relationships that I have with others. I view this perspective as one in which I
don't really care what other people think of me personally, but I do try to establish myself as a fair individual. I never ever... Show more content on
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A lot of times we did not get any recognition. So when I became a sergeant and I became a squad leader that is what I always did. I would let my
fellow squad members know that there are no absolute where they will get recognition for doing their job but doing a job at the best they can do. I
average job would not be recognized. Some of the weaker members thought this was punishment but I tried to explain to them that if you don't
push yourself. How can you ever know what you are able to do? They thought that by being the weaker links I was punishing them and they went
to company commander about it. I explained my position to the company commander. He agreed with me, but it made me make adjustments to my
program. I decided to give daily "AT A BOY". I would write letters of excellence to those who demonstrated levels far and beyond the call of duty. I
counseled them and put the letter in their personnel file. That was a way to morally reward those who excelled. I give to different types of charities,
sponsor different people and groups in all different types of events. I would not say that my moral code addresses self–interest because I do my best to
look out for others even when it's at the expense of me. This does not mean I neglect myself. I just try to help people when I can. With that being
said, I feel people have a certain level of self– help that they must demonstrate or I will be

A Short Story : A Story?
The air was filled with the aroma of coffee and paper.
It was a regular day in the lonely office. At least, to any given eye it was. However, in Susan Terrance's eyes, it was a frustrating and sad day. One to
mourn.
Another stab, a final scream, and a early death.
This was the fourth one so far. This was unheard of in the small town of Grimwald Creek. The town was too innocent, too happy. Maybe that's why
someone wanted to do such a crime. To make sure that all good things came to an end.
But that's not how it worked in the woman's eyes. She needed to stand up for the town she was raised in. Grimwald Creek was stronger than that. She
knew it, and she just needed to prove it. It was her job afterall, to bring justice.
Although, this can be hard.
A knocking on the ancient wooden door tore her from her thoughts. Her head snapped up, glaring at the door in her dark green office chair.
"Come in," she sighed, putting her head in her hands. "It's unlocked."
Then came in a anxious Deborah Smith, blonde hair swishing behind her. "There's a two men with a file who wants to let in, Mrs. Terrence."
That peaked her interest. She looked up and rose a eyebrow. "Who is it?" She asked, looking into Deb's eyes. A way of telling if the young secretary
was lying or not.
"I don't know," she said truthfully, looking as lost as her boss was. "All I know is that theywant to talk with you."
Susan hesitated for a moment, what could this mystery man want? A file? Maybe a deadbeat

My Best Friend
"Goooooaaaaaallllllll!!!!!" Khayone screamed as I ran back screaming that we won. Khayone has been my best friend for the past 5 years. I met
him on Saturday, October 14, 1995. I remember every moment of that day vividly. How could I ever forget the day I met my best friend? It all
started when my Mom and I were lugging two big buckets of water each all the way home from the town's water hole. . My feet were killing me!
We had to walk ten miles each way to get water twice a week. I was willing to do it though. Anything was better than working in the field with my
father all day. We were finally almost home when we heard laughing and screaming from some kids in a field near our house. One of them saw me
and hollered,"Hey! You want to come play soccer with us?" I nervously replied,"Ummm, I've never played before, so I don't know if I should." He
told me,"Don't worry bud, we won't hurt you." I told him,"Okay. I guess I'll play with y'all," as I walked out onto the makeshift field they had
made out of sticks. I could barely see the ball because the grass was almost as tall as the ball, but it was still fun to hang out with people my own
age for once. After about an hour of sprinting around in the blazing hot sun, I heard my mom yell, "Meet me at home when you get done Sweetie! I
love you to the moon and back!" My face turned as red as a tomato. Why does she always have to embarrass me like that? Every time I touched the
ball after that, someone would scream,"Pass it here

Chapter 1 : A Short Story
Xion exited the dark portal with a finished mission report in hand, she gave it to SaГЇx who registered it in the database. After that, she left the Gray
Room, thinking quietly to herself. 'Huh, I finished my mission a lot sooner than I thought and it's too early to go to Beast's Castle and wait for that
boy to return. Wonder what I should do 'till then.' Walking around the castle in solitude, she found herself following a sharp sound that grew louder the
farther she traveled in the blank hallways. She was soon lead around a corner to a larger room she recognized as the training hall. Much to her surprise,
she found nearly all the Organization members in the training hall sparring with each other, including... '...Roxas. I haven't seen him... Show more
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"You know, you really good at this, didn't think you could keep up with me!" Roxas ducked underneath a slash and swept his keyblade sideways.
Xion moved out of the way and met her keyblade with his. "You're not too bad yourself!" At that point, Roxas and Xion went back and forth,
trading blows, dodging attacks, countering with their own moves, it came so natural to them. Their match eventually gathered the attention of the
other Organization members, but even as all eyes were on them, they felt like they were the only ones in the room. "...Roxas..." Xion finally said
in midst of their match. "Yeah?" She collapsed on the ground before she could speak another word. "Same..." Roxas collapsed on the ground next.
"...Roxas...your form was so sloppy." She muttered "...really. 'Cause it looked like you were gonna fall over at any moment." "It wouldn't of looked
like that if...you didn't..." She took a moment to catch her breath. "...if you didn't step on my feet. It's like you have two left feet." "Do not...you're
just slow." The two nobodies were suddenly lifted into Axel's arms. "I can't believe you two still have the energy to argue." He went to the back of
the room where he set them down. 'These kids remind me a lot of those days, back when SaГЇx used to be normal...' Secret Report: The Newest
Member Log Date: 0–24 Axel followed SaГЇx into a spacious, round room where the usual mainstays– Leaxeus, Xigbar,

Student Self-Assessment Reflection
Chelsie Vogel
Student Self–Assessment Reflection
When creating a self–assessment for Student N, I wanted to generate a self–assessment that would be clear, simple, and provide beneficial information
for myself and the student. The goal of my self–assessment was to involve the student in identifying their own thoughts and feelings towards reading,
discover areas of strength and improvement, and encourage self–reflection of their learning. The student was asked to circle thumbs–up (always),
thumbs–middle (sometimes), and thumbs–down (not yet). I prefer using the term "not yet" because it shifts the attitude as a work in progress versus a
failure. After allowing the student to complete the self–assessment privately, I was able to sit down with them, take notes, and have a mini–conference
to dive deeper into their responses.
For the statements, "I enjoy reading books and I think reading is very important," Student N circled thumbs–up. This reflects that the student has a
positive attitude when it comes to reading. Student N also circled a thumbs–up for the statement, "I enjoy reading at home." I asked the student if they
read a lot at home and they responded with, "I don't really read a lot at home. I like video games and watching TV." I was interested in when or if the
student reads at home and what they liked about it. Student N talked about how they enjoy reading bedtime stories sometimes. By their response, I
could tell that they preferred reading at home when It involved another family member versus reading on their own. The student also gave thumbs–up
responses to "I think I'm a good reader and I don't have a problem finding books to read." Student N seems confident in their reading and is aware of
what they enjoy reading.
Student N gave a thumbs–middle for "I am comfortable reading aloud in class." I shared with him that even as a teacher I am not always
comfortable reading in front of people. Student N also shared that sometimes they are comfortable, but it just depends on what they are reading. This
will help me build our classroom culture and reflect on how we respect and respond to peers when they are reading or if they make a mistake. I want
all students to feel comfortable practicing their reading

Positive And Negative Interaction
How Interactions Can be Positive and Negative
I was born and raised in Iraq; I came to the United States seven years ago with my small family. I brought with me a bag to carry my important
belongings that included my passport, my culture, Religion, university degree, and the book of childhood memories, for the days that my new life may
need. My heart was divided in two pieces, one piece holds all the love for my family and my friends and the other part has all the grief for all my
beautiful belongs that I can't bring with me in my bag. I was born and raised on the gender roles, traditions and customs, that a woman's place is in
the home and take care of the husband and kids this does not match with the American culture. My memory was When I left my country no one say
goodbye because they hate the words of farewell. Shortly after the passage of time I realized all my stuff had brought with me I no longer need it.
My culture is a very difficult not give us the freedom to live as we want. We are Easterners and must go in our lives like our parents and grandparents
did. My life when I came to America completely changed because of interactions with people.. It all depends on the situation and the person/people who
are in the situation.I started from the begging with my education and trying change even my culture to have a better life and support my kids and teach
them to be proud of United state . One interaction that I had wasn't the greatest. The situation had many different

American in the 1980's Essay
The 1980's is one of the most interesting decades that was experienced in the United States. Dealing with the stock market, the coming up of new
inventions, all the way to the types of music people listened to. During the 1980s, the only thing that made Americans be "Americans" was because of
the things they were provided with. Many Americans had fun throughout the 1980s with materialistic, glamorous, and technological life styles;
therefore there were different economical problems that Americans faced.
During the 1980's, many Americans were incredibly materialistic; they were only concerned with the "things" in life, not with life as it was. In the
musical world, Madonna was becoming popular. One of her greatest hits, Material Girl, ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
There were many styles that people were able to work with. First off, one of the most common styles was the retro style. Retro was, in a way,
inspired by disco. Americans would often wear flares, which were types of jeans where the legs got bigger and "flared" out towards the bottom of
the foot (CITATION, #). This proves that retro was just one of the major fashion statements in the 1980s. Another style that Americans tried out was
the Glamour style. This fashion included top of the line designers like CoCo Chanel, Versace, and Oscar de la Renta. These designers made a
significant impact on the glamorous lifestyle. Glamorous was over the top, but in a fashionable or unique way that people like to dress (CITATION,
#). People would wear skirts with a huge puffball at the bottom of it, or switch it up to a nice tight fitting pencil skirt. The economy was a huge factor.
Obviously people wanted the best of the best, but the economy was not doing that well (CITATION, #). There were some bad things about the
agriculture. Since the United States is just coming out of a recession, they were working on rebuilding businesses in the city so they could expand
their business and try to earn back some of the money they lost. This proves that at this point in the 80s, life was not so glamorous because people had
to worry about earning back the assets that they lost along with businesses. The farm economy was

Socrates, Philosophy and the Good Life Essay
Socrates, Philosophy and the Good Life
Socrates' belief was that he was called on by the Gods to live his life examining others and himself. He believed the necessity of doing what one
thinks is right even in the face of universal opposition, and the need to pursue knowledge even when opposed. "I became completely convinced, to the
duty of leading the philosophical life by examining myself and others."В№ Socrates believed that to desert this idea was ridiculous and would make
his life absurd. Socrates chose to live a life of truth and not to worry about things that did not matter. For Socrates not to live his life by the plans and
requests of Gods it would be disobedient and untrue to the Gods. Socrates was brought to court to defend ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Socrates asks the question "Is there anyone in the world, Meletus, who acknowledges that human phenomena exist, yet does not acknowledge human
beings?"9 After more questions of the same type, Meletus answers no. Socrates again proves his point. Socrates brings the irrational charge down to
simple accusation because Meletus was a loss for a legitimate offense. Socrates says there is no conceivable way that a person who believes in
spiritual beings does not believe in gods. The argument that proved inconsistency in Meletus' answers was: spirits exists, God created spirits, therefore,
the creator of spirits exists (God). It seems that Meletus did understand the laws of the court and was simply charging Socrates with any crime he
could think of. Socrates goes to say that Meletus and Anytus will go on to convict many more good men and they will not stop with him. Socrates
states that it will not be Meletus and Anytus that convict but the malice and slander and great hostility that will. Socrates refutes the irreligion charge
by proving that since he believes in spirits he believes in gods. "I have neglected the things that concern most people–making money, managing an
estate, gaining military power or civic honours, or positions of power."10 Even today to most of the human race the good life is acquiring great status
here on earth. Most men need to have much material possession, meaningful vocation, and a wealthy class.

My Dream Essay
Have you ever felt like you weren't able to be yourself? Well that's my life every single day. Since I was a little girl my dream has always been to
become a famous model but it's not easy. Nine years ago my dad got very sick... and passed away. That's when my life turned upside down. Recently
I've thought about modeling again and decided it's time to take action with my gift. My papa always told me,"Do what makes you happy". So I think
that's exactly what I'll do! I'm a high school sophomore, who knows exactly what she wants to do with her life but there's something stopping her.
When my papa died the family didn't know if they should continue the family business or not. You see, that is what's holding me back from actually
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As I stood there the only thing I could think of was, this is it. My big break, I finally had a chance living the life I wanted. But there was a thought
in the back of my mind, what if my family didn't approve. Or if my mom still didn't believe in me. I was sure to get their information because as
soon as I made my mind up, they'd be the first to know. The dismissal bell rang and I flew out of the doors, racing to tell the good news. As I
bursted into the restaurant doors, very eager to tell anybody who came in site. " Mom! Mom! Mom!, I was offered a full ride to college by the
two men and they came to the sch..." I shouted. " Wait a minute Precious, now slow down and speak english this time so I can understand you." "
Ok, I was called down to the office because Mr.Williams had something important to tell me. When I got there two other men were waiting,
Mr.Maxwell and Mr. Hart. My moms face surprised me , she was actually listening. " And they offered me a scholarship!" " Oh my god!, well what
is the scholarship for?" my mom questioned. I knew at this point the excitement would go away. " Wellllll, Mrs. Davis are really good friends with
them and she showed my work to them. Also she told them I was very serious about modeling." " Precious, we already talked about this modeling
career!'' "I know but you know this what I want to do and I would really appreciate if you let me go. I mean working at the restaurant

Analysis Of Rudy Hepworth 's ' I Didn 't Long Until Summer...
Chapter 1 13 years ago By: Rudy Hepworth It wasn't long until summer, this being my last few days at this school. I really liked this school but
mama said "Oh, you poor child we must go your father has just got promoted again." I knew that was the end of that. Mama doesn't like when I
argue so I don't. As my papa got home I said, "How was work." He did not respond to that though so I took it like he did not have a good day. I thought
to myself I wonder did he have a good day mama said he got promoted. As I walked into my room to change into my play clothes I heard my friends
yell, "Dude you coming out?" I sighed, "Yeah." I darted down stairs and told mama that I would be back before dusk. I ran outside and a man came up
to me and said, "Listen kid I'm goanna kill you if you don't give that hat and that watch too, OR ELSE!" I started to run and he chased me to the city
and of course I fell. The man grab me by the arm and said "if you eve–I cut him off "If I ever WHAT?" He punched me in the jaw and I laughed "A
girl can hit harder than that!" For my smart mouth he did again this time my loose tooth came out and I told him "do it again might make ya feel
better." I finally out of his grip and when I got home I got in the shower and after I put my pajamas on. I woke up and got ready for school. I

My Experience At Erin 's Place
My breathing is steady and shallow, the exhales causing slight disturbances in the fog around me, my shoes making a constant smack, smack on the
pavement. The mist acts like a thin blanket, dampening my senses, making the world just a little quieter, a little calmer. All around me are the sounds
and smells of pure, serene nighttime. To my left is the pond; ducks are huddled along the shoreline, sometimes ruffling their feathers or making a
sleepy murmur. I just passed the campus daycare, the windows are all dark and the playground is empty; the swing creaks back and forth slightly...
There must be a breeze.
I'm on my way back from a long night of studying. It's around 2AM, the cafeteria in the university hall is open all the time so students can study late
for upcoming finals. I'm not much of a cram–studier so I'm way ahead and I don't have any exams for a few days.
I should have made plans to stay at Erin's place. She lives on campus in the dorms and she gave me a copy of her key (which is completely against
the rules, by the way, but she figured I might need a place to crash if I ever got too drunk at a campus party), but I'm pretty sure she won't appreciate
me storming in at 2AM when she, unlike me, has an exam in the morning. I brought the key with me in case I was too tired to walk home; but alas,
coffee is a brilliant invention, and if anything I feel wide awake, so I silently review the topics I'm finished going over... Riemann Sums... multivariable
integration... domain

Working the Crowd and Room Arrangement
Working the Crowd and Room Arrangement "Either you work the crowd, or the crowd works you." This is repeated over and over by Jones. He
leads into the video with a section on proximity and working the crowd. He compared classrooms to a stoplight. Red is the fews feet around you,
where the least amount of issues are bound to creep up, yellow is a few feet beyond that, where the middle ground is and students may be off task,
and the green is the section where off task behavior will start. He stressed the importance of working the room. He said it is important to be able to
go through all three colors within steps. He drew a diagram on the board of a typical classroom set up found in most any classroom in the United
States. He stressed... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
I have rearranged the direction of my desk to put it flat against the front wall, due to my computer setup. He also suggests trying out the student seats in
the classroom to get a feel for what the students will be experiencing.
Praise, Prompt, and Leave: The Verbal Modality In the video Jones re–enacts a typical classroom scene. The assignment is first modeled on the board
by the teacher, guidelines are outlined and there is a brief question and answer period. The teacher then tells the group, "OK I am going to have
you work some problems on your own while I walk around and help those of you who are having issues. If you have a problem or question, please
raise your hand." He asked the group, "What happens now?" Every hand goes up. He comments that that is usually what happens, everyone wants
help, but you can't help everyone at once, so he demonstrates what happens when you assist students. He then walks over to a participant in his
session and shows what happens when you help a student. What happens with the session attendees is what happens in most classrooms. It started out
with a small amount of talking, and then the noise level grew and grew. He doesn't address how to handle the talking yet, but describes the stop and
yell most teachers do. "Okay everyone stop talking, get to work, raise your hand, be on task....." He goes one to the one on one helping. He said most
students when asked what they need help with and they

My Life
"Owen!" My mother yelled at me as I came down the stairs, as if I 'd done something seriously wrong. My mind raced as I tried to recall everything
I had done in the past weeks. "Yes mother?" I replied when I reached the bottom of the stairway. She gave me that look mothers give their children
when they have done something unapproved. "You said you would go play with your brother today." My mother was not on my side today, as she
seldom ever was. She was already siding with Timmy, my precious 10 year–old little brother, and I had almost no chance of winning this battle. Then I
thought of something! It was risky, but it could work. "Mother," I reminded her, "you know I have plans to hang out with Zachary and Jane today." I
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We decided to do something we could all enjoy that day, go fishing. Everyone can fish. I never considered fishing dangerous, until that day at least.
We all packed our bags, grabbed our rods, and stopped off at the corner store to pick up some fresh bait. On our way down to the lake my brother
talked the entire time. He talked about any and everything, how many stars there were, his favorite dinosaur, why the sky was blue. Once you got
him started on a topic, you couldn't get him off. "When are we going to be there? My arms are killing me. This rod and box is too heavy!" I was
getting tired of listening to Timmy complain. I didn't want to yell at him in front of my friends. Everyone knows doing that will probably cause
my friends to side with my younger brother, even if he was the one in the wrong. I couldn 't take his complaining anymore, it was getting on my
nerves. "Timmy! Please stop complaining, it's the most annoying thing ever. I don 't want to listen to it anymore, you don't see us complaining!" I
couldn't hold it in, it was too annoying and I 'm sure I just did us all a favor. Zachary and Jane were probably thanking me in their minds. When we
arrived down at the river, Timmy didn't do much but sit around and talk about things completely irrelevant to anything that was being said. "Ugh, I
dropped my knife in the water." Zachary said but was cut off by my heroic brother

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