...The History of Black Women Hair In the early year black women faces problems with managing their hair and creating different hair styles to wear. The black woman was limited to styles when it came to doing black hair. The texture of black women’s hair was woolly, thick, unmanageable and bushy. Many would cover their hair with wigs. Many kept their hair in a bush, or braids, and others pulled the hair back into a pony-tail. In 1905, steel hot comb with teeth spaced for apart for thick hair was invented by Sarah Breedlove giving the black women straight hair (Sarah Breedlove, 2009, p. 2). Women all over were using the straightening comb getting the straight long lengthy hair that was more manageable for combing. In 1928, Marjorie Joyner invented permanent relaxer for the black women hair (Bellis, 2009, p. 2). This new method would soften and smooth black women hair. The textured of the black women’s hair had changed stronger, straighter, more manageable, soft and smooth. The permanent relaxer was better than straightening comb because the straight of hair lasts longer after using the permanent relaxer. The styles were holding up longer. Being able to manage the hair became easier. Black women everywhere were using the product permanent relaxer in their hair. The permanent relaxer was such hit among the black women. Marjorie Joyner improved the permanent relaxer into a permanent wave machine that could perm and curl black women hair. The permanent relaxer and...
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...imagined myself at home, on a couch, watching Shark Week. However, it didn’t take long for me to stumble over my passion. It awaited me, begged me to explore. That dark and chilly room felt like heaven. Everywhere I looked, I saw different species of sharks. “Nothing could be perfect,” I thought. I stood in the room filled with sharks for an hour, taking pictures and videos of their every movement. The people didn’t appear too crazy about sharks. “Okay, so these are sharks, big deal!” is what they thought. My family followed me. As we all stood there motionless, I heard someone yell, “I want to go home!” My niece, only thirty-nine inches tall, was right beside me, and in this dimly lit room, hard to spot. Skinny, with big black eyes, and jet black hair, she loved pretending to be Dora the...
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...days or only a mediocre day. Judging by Oliver’s expression she looked all right, but it was difficult to tell. The salesclerks saw too many beautiful young women to be impressed, though one told Ginny she envied her her hair - not just that shade of chestnut red but the thickness too. In the changing room she told Ginny that her own hair was “coming out in handfuls” but Ginny told her it didn’t show. It will begin to show one of these days, the salesgirl said. Ginny modeled a green velvet jumpsuit with a brass zipper and oversized buckles, and an Italian knit dress with bunchy sleeves in a zigzag pattern of beige, brown, and cream, and a ruffled organdy “tea dress” in pale orange, and a navy-blue blazer made of Irish linen, with a pleated white linen skirt and a pale blue silk blouse. Assuming she could only have one costume, which seemed to be the case, she would have preferred the jumpsuit, not just because it was the most expensive outfit (the price tag read $475) but because the green velvet reflected in her eyes. Oliver decided on the Irish linen blazer and the skirt and blouse, however, and told the salesclerk to remove the tags and to pack up Ginny’s own clothes, since she intended to wear the new outfit. Strolling uptown, he told her that with her hair down like that, and her bangs combed low on her forehead, she looked like a “convent schoolgirl.” In theory, that was. Tangentially. It was a balmy, windy day in early April. Everyone was out. Ginny kept seeing people...
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...nonverbal observation I made of person A was the way he was dressed. He had on a blue button down shirt and a pair of dark jeans. His clothing was coordinated with a pair of brown shoes. I think he took his time to match up his all outfit because everything was on point. The verbal Expression I picked up was how he was nervous. He was careful about everything he said. He looked like he was scared he might say the wrong thing and ruin the date. He didn’t have much self confidence at that moment but the more they communicate the less nervous he become and easier to talk to. Person B was a Female around the age of 21. She was pretty tall and thin as well. She had long black hair with big golden hoops. I made the same nonverbal observation about person B as well. She was dressed in a short red dress with a really high black hill, golden wallet and golden hoops. It looked like she took her time as well as she was dressed. Her red lipstick goes perfectly with...
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..."Ugh!" Stephanie Dwyer slammed her apartment door and stomped her foot. "Creep!" A picture fell off the wall and shattered. Water logged, droplets dripped from her nose, her hair, and her eyelashes, pooling at her feet. She scowled. Her new high heels were utterly ruined. Courtney hid a chuckle behind her hand. Pointing the remote control at the television, she clicked off the sitcom she'd been watching. Her lips crooked into a half smirk. "This one turned into a jerk, too?" Stephanie dropped her purse onto the coffee table and flopped onto the couch. She kicked her shoes off, scaring the cat who ran into the other room. Staring at the ceiling, she said, "All men should crash and burn." "That good?" Courtney sat forward, flicking her long black hair behind her shoulders. "There's got to be a couple of good men out there. All we need is one good man each. Is that too much to ask?" Stephanie lifted pained eyes to her roommate and best friend. "I don't think there's two good guys in this whole universe. I give up. I've had it. I'm not kissing any more toads." Courtney looked thoughtful, tapping her chin with her forefinger. "Maybe we've been looking in the wrong universe." Her friend was losing it big time. "What are you talking about?" Handsome Patrick had seemed so perfect, so wonderful. Until she'd caught him with Alyssa tonight, telling her the moon and stars shone only for her, that they were soulmates - the same pathetic lines...
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... Pa and my 6 other sibling, me being the youngest out of them all. All I was good for was doing all the chores because they would be “too busy”. When I was in the portal, I felt nauseous looking at all the colors dancing around me and swirling objects reminding me of when Alice fell into the rabbit hole. I looked around and saw that many of the objects looked familiar. In the end of that swirly mess, I ended up on the ground in what looked like a to be a Smurf village except instead of blue the little people were lavender, my favorite color. I was smaller than an ant and I was lavender to with a white dress on. I was glad I still had my blond curly hair, that glowed in the sun like gold. I looked around the village and saw only 2 other girls there! One of the girls was the complete opposite of me. She had straight black hair and these bright, beautiful blue eyes. I thought I was being too creepy staring, so I went to ask around to see where I lived. One person believed I lived in the first house down the left on Mulberry street, while another thought I lived in the third house on the right on Silver Lane. I went to Mulberry street first, and found a giant Mushroom with a sign that read, WORTHY ONLY! I was anxious to touch the door because I was scared that I was not worthy, but I tried anyway and succeeded! That is one thing my mother always liked about me is how I was determined. When I was opening the door a giant crowd gathered and they were in awestruck that someone...
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...Tinderalla Meet Charlotte, your average inner city whore. Charlotte is a natural blonde, but her hair is a sickly green. Trendy. You’ve got crap hair dye and Boots’ amateur till guard to thank for that. She has a piercing just above her lip and to the left. Cool, and an ear stretcher from Primark. ‘#Rebel’, she posted. Charlotte knows what she wants, and she knows exactly how many blowjobs she has to give before she gets it, a real go getter in school, she even has her name on the girl’s toilet wall, next to another kid called ‘Slut’. They must know each other well, because it’s written everywhere else too! So anyway, Charlotte is lonely at the minute, with all the boys she knows all either in prison or another girl, she’s lost. Looking for the new angry birds to pass the time, she comes across a brand new app, Tinder. ‘OMG!’ she shrieked. Amazed, she swipes eagerly through all the other people too lazy to put on shoes and go outside and get drunk and do drugs like all the other kids, all the boys who haven’t quite got a firm grasp on their sexuality yet and all the people pretending to be pop stars. Suddenly though, she come across the perfect guy, Dan, boy is he dreamy, with his remarkably blue eyes, like two swirling oceans of cute, his black hair in a swift, cool quiff to complement those great dimples she wishes she could just fall asleep in. She types to him, and they fall in love. It’s only been 6 minutes but it’s like they’re, it’s like they’re connected somehow...
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...Exploring My Artist Name ideas I searched up on Google, girl’s names and I looked through the list and my top five were: First name Trixie Melissa Kenzie Myra Taliyah Last Name Kelly Kate Hayley Perry Lorraine v Name ideas I searched up on Google, girl’s names and I looked through the list and my top five were: First name Trixie Melissa Kenzie Myra Taliyah Last Name Kelly Kate Hayley Perry Lorraine v I chose Melissa because it fits in the genre pop music and it is a British name because my artist is from Britain. I thought that all the other names that I chose didn’t fit in pop music....
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...long, strong, firm legs. She imagined that he did many leg exercises. His thighs seemed to be very smooth and there was just a soft covering of blond hair on his shins. As he stepped out of his jeans, he raised both hands in a sort of boxing gesture. He looked, thought Tracey, as though he’d be capable of knocking down an opponent. Her eyes browsed around his briefs. They held his package securely and, if the shape was anything to go by, he was not lacking down there either. The underpants showed plenty of leg --- in fact almost all. “Very good,” complimented Emma, taking a good hard look at him, “Lower...
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...or only a mediocre day. Judging by Oliver’s expression she looked all right, but it was difficult to tell. The salesclerks saw too many beautiful young women to be impressed, though one told Ginny she envied her her hair - not just that shade of chestnut red but the thickness too. In the changing room she told Ginny that her own hair was “coming out in handfuls” but Ginny told her it didn’t show. It will begin to show one of these days, the salesgirl said. Ginny modeled a green velvet jumpsuit with a brass zipper and oversized buckles, and an Italian knit dress with bunchy sleeves in a zigzag pattern of beige, brown, and cream, and a ruffled organdy “tea dress” in pale orange, and a navy-blue blazer made of Irish linen, with a pleated white linen skirt and a pale blue silk blouse. Assuming she could only have one costume, which seemed to be the case, she would have preferred the jumpsuit, not just because it was the most expensive outfit (the price tag read $475) but because the green velvet reflected in her eyes. Oliver decided on the Irish linen blazer and the skirt and blouse, however, and told the salesclerk to remove the tags and to pack up Ginny’s own clothes, since she intended to wear the new outfit. Strolling uptown, he told her that with her hair down like that, and her bangs combed low on her forehead, she looked like a “convent schoolgirl.” In theory, that was. Tangentially. It was a balmy, windy day in early April. Everyone was out. Ginny kept...
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...go to camp. Talking to her father was out the question. He and her mother had split up when she was four and they didn’t talk very often. Natalie snapped out the daze to see this handsome red headed freckled face guy smiling at her. Natalie took her chances to smile back. She reached her hand out towards Nate. “I’m Natalie Hop,” she said. “Your new right?” Nate asked. “I was here last summer.” “Yea I’m from New York so I’m not used to summer camp.” From that second they had created a bond that couldn’t be broken. Natalie started having second thoughts about camp. Arriving at camp she realized maybe this experience won’t be so bad. As she unpacked in her cabin she couldn’t get Nate off of her mind. There was her roommate with long jet black hair standing there watching her unpack. She stood there with a note book writing intensely. She hadn’t said anything to anyone in the cabin. Natalie...
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...gives a person two options: to resist and be miserable or to embrace your circumstances with a positive outlook. Although I cannot say I have really had that much experience in adjusting to new things, I can say that in the recent years, things have been different for me. I have learned to love some of the strangest, friendliest and most remarkable people I can honestly say I have ever met. It was these people who unintentionally taught me that life changing situations, even bad ones, can ultimately have the most positive outcomes. By simply looking at him, he appears to be an ordinary five foot seven inch tall freshman student. His posture reminds me of Quasimodo and his strut is more of a prowl. Up close, one can make out the scarce hairs on his upper lip, which he dubs his “‘stache.” His Beatles-inspired bowl cut, collage of freckles, and plain blue eyes are not especially striking. After holding a conversation with him, one can immediately note his incomparable character. Things that most fourteen year olds cannot comprehend and do not think twice about, he thrives to become familiar with. For example, how many AP Calculus students can say that they have a younger brother to help them when solving derivatives? Not only does he wear band shirts from the 1980s and 1990s, he also listens to music that would be nostalgic for many adults. His sincere interest in music has compelled him to master nearly seven different instruments including the banjo, the didgeridoo, and the harmonica...
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...One life lesson I have learned was one learned at a very young age (Elementary school age to be exact) and that lesson is….just because a girl smiles and says hello to you. Does not mean that she likes you, learning this lesson has helped avoid getting my feelings hurt countless times. This takes me back all the way to when I was a fourth grader at Oak Hill Elementary School. I was 8 years old and her name was Kim; she was the same age. She was a pretty Asian girl from the fifth grade. Sitting at lunch or passing each other in the hallway. She would always smile, wave at me and say hello to me. She was taller than me and she had long, flowing jet black hair, beautiful dark almond shaped eyes and a beautiful voice. At first; I didn’t really think much about it, just two young students exchanging pleasantries passing each other by. But one day I was sitting at a lunch table with my friends. I joking with them and she walks by and I look up and she smiles and waves at me, all of a sudden. I started to feel a tingle run up my spine and my heart fluttered. I felt like my heart was on cloud, which was the only I could describe the way I felt when she smiled at me. Later on after school I went home and I thought about her for the rest of the day. Then I went to the kitchen and asked my father what it meant when a girl smiles at you. He told me that it meant she liked me and may want to be my girlfriend. I thought to myself…wow, I didn’t know what a girlfriend was at that time...
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...Expository writing The person I look up to is Axel Manica he is sixteen and also in high school. The question for this essay is who is Axel Manica. This essay will describe Axel Manica in an introducing essay. It will describe his friends his personality and him. Also, what he does on a usual basis. This is not stalker-ish it is for a project in language arts. Also, Axel is my best buddy and so that is how I know a lot of information. The first is what does he do for most of the time. So far that I know he usually goes to school most of his time. He also hangs out with me after school most days. We usually play black ops two and three together on the game mode zombies. After he hangs out with...
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...As I was walking into class I lock eyes with the hottest football player ever, Adam Jones; then soon I bump into a desk afterwards which was pretty awkward because he was watching. I sat next to my best friend Bethany, We have been best friends since 7th grade and now were in 11th grade. “Have you seen that Adam dude that’s sit in the front row?” I said whispering to Bethany. “Yeah, he’s is pretty hot” replied Bethany. “Class it now beginning. Settle down everybody” said Ms. Thomas. She’s our History teacher, she is very nice a pretty. “Today we will be finishing chapter 11 on page 211. So everybody got out their History book and turned to page 211. Ms. Thomas looks around the room and then says “Fiona, can you please read about The White House?” everybody turned to Fiona. “Sure Ms. Thomas” even though I didn’t even raise my hand thinking to myself. “Th-The White House was made with 132 rooms, 35 bathrooms and 6 levels in the residence. The White House also have 417 doors, 147 windows, 28 fireplaces, 8 staircases and 8 elevators. The White House was remodel in 1902. Many presidents lived in The White House.” “Good job Fiona” said Ms. Thomas. The bell rang and it was time to go to 2nd period which was Chemistry. As Fiona and I was walking to our next class, Adam catches up to us and says “Hey, Fiona. I was wondering if you want to go to the football game tonight.” Fiona looks so confused. “Why would you want to go out with me? I’m not like all those pretty cheerleaders that you...
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