...Don’t get me started on… Twilight. Twilight… terrifying, teeny, torture! A sickening series, spawning sequel, after sequel, after sequel. A tale of teeny love set amongst the fashionable vampire culture. I hate it! I hate vampires! I hate the banal storylines! I hate the sickening simpering simpletons posing as actors! “Wait!” I hear the cries of a thousand poor deluded teenage girls. “Why do you hate us so much?” Firstly, and I really regret having to tell you this but… it’s not real. Those obsessive compulsives who fantasise about living their lives within these films will find that their dreams shattered by unrealistic expectations of perfection. All the characters are perfect. Every perfect plastic smiling girl has two perfect (plastic) smiling boys after her. No zits. No farts. No burps. Just, perfection. All this results in is disappointment. They can never be as perfect as Bella, Edward or Jacob – they will never find their perfect plastic partner for a simple reason: It’s. Not. Real! Secondly Twilight is dangerous. It warps the minds of sweet, naive, innocents. How? I hear you ask. Well, is it perfectly normal to want to sink your choppers into someone’s neck? Noooo! I mean hickeys are one thing, but drinking their blood? Come on! People are jailed for less! Not to mention the fact that religious groups are up in arms about these films. Protests have broken out (ironically becoming violent) about the message these films are encouraging: an unhealthy interest in the...
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...Draft Don’t get me started on motorcycles. Maybe you’re part of the extravagant, ‘rock and roll’; tattooed, leather wearing-Mohawk-dyed people who enjoy riding motorcycles. Everything about motorbikes makes my skin crawl; the smell, the engine when you speed up but especially, the danger. I suppose that’s why purchase them, for the risk and the adrenalin rush. Maybe. Although, I don’t understand why one earth people are drawn to these death traps. We all know how many accidents and fatalities occur yet still, people buy them. Picture this, you’re en route to work but you’re stuck behind a ton of traffic. Angry drivers are beeping, swearing and complaining but as you look over your shoulder, you can hear a ‘grrrr’ sound. Within a blink of any eye, a big, black motorbike turns by accelerating in front of you so now, you’re going to be the latest one to work. As much as people may argue that this is a good excuse to buy a motorbike, but oh no, on the other hand. You see their snide, hysterical faces swerve by and wonder what gives the audacity to get to the front before all of us. Noise pollution! You’re in Spain or Germany or somewhere else beautiful having a lovely lunch outside and the birds are singing while you’re reading a magazine and having a laugh then suddenly, the monster is getting nearer, going left and right as it approaches. It speeds past you and your lunch; interrupting the birds, making your magazine have a panic and blow out of your grasp, and everyone’s laughs...
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...current age which is twenty years old, was a long journey I don’t think I would ever change. In this paper I will cover and analyze the various dimensions of development at each stage, which are physical, cognitive, personality and social. Physical development is the growth of my body and brain, sensory capacities, motor skills, and health. Cognitive development is Learning, attention, memory, language, thinking, reasoning, and creativity. Psychosocial Development is my emotions, personality, and social relationship’s. That’s exactly what I am going to be talking about. As an infant to the age I am right now I have had my ups and downs, my bad moments etc. Child development takes over everything we do in life. “It focuses on the scientific study of systematic processes of change and stability in human child.” (Martorell 2013 pg4) When my mom was pregnant her prenatal stage was great for her. She did not have any difficult things happen to her. She had a pretty easy pregnancy and didn’t have trouble with anything. The OBGYN told my parents everything was perfect with her and I and it was true As I was born my parents got scared because I wasn’t breathing for a few seconds and then they heard my cry and they got relived and felt better to know I was okay. I weighed about the size of a regular size baby which was seven pounds and thirteen ounces. One day as I turned 6 months I couldn’t breath and was very hard for me to breath, so the doctors ended up telling my parents...
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...“Crawford, come here for a second,” Coach said. We were only a couple of weeks into softball. I had no idea why he wanted to talk to me. I started walking and the closer I got the hotter and red I could feel my cheeks getting. “Yes, Coach?” I asked “The other coaches and I have been talking. We think that you should become a left-handed bunter.” My heart started to speed up even more. I wanted to say no, but I knew I couldn’t. I couldn’t let down the person that I was trying to impress the most down. So without a second thought. I said “Yes.” That’s when it all began. Going to practice all hot and sweaty from weight lifting a few minutes before. This was the first full day of practice I would get to bat left-handed. It started to frustrate...
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...same time. She was sitting alone in her office cubicle on a Sunday night. The cubicle had four computers in four corners. On weekdays rest of the three seats were occupied by three other software engineers. Nanda had some pending work, so she had to come on a weekend and except for a colleague of hers, Jack, the floor was deserted. Nanda had always hated Jack because of his arrogant and egotistical attitude. He really got on her nerves. Nanda finished her documentation. The time was 8:28 pm. She started checking her mailbox before she called it a day. There were a couple of unread mails but one caught her eyes. It was from an unknown sender with a red exclamation mark signifying importance. Nanda opened the mail a little unsure whether the thing carried some virus. The content of the mail was in little black letters. "Death is a game. Game chooses many random lives everyday. Today it has chosen you. If you don't get out of this cubicle in an hour , you will die. Find a way to get out and you will live. Time is now 8:32. The game starts, the moment you finish reading this. Best of luck" The moment Nanda read the mail, it got deleted automatically from her inbox. She knew it was a prank from Jack. She checked her watch, it was 8:32. She switched off the computer and got up from her seat. She took her bag and slid it across her shoulder. Just then she felt something on her forehead. She took the small face mirror from her bag and checked. She was bleeding a little. It...
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...and I really didn't know how. I though it made me weak that I couldn't handle all of my problems. Instead of opening up and asking for help I bottled up and shut down on the world. It all started out with my first really bad break up. It was my longest relationship and I was completely crushed when it ended. I had let someone become such a part of me that I didn't even know who I was without them. I cried myself to sleep for months and shut everyone out. I didn't like to talk about it, I started dating someone else and I just tried to forget about it. If I don't think about it for a really long time it'll go away, right? Wrong. It just started to get worse. Then me and the new boy I had been dating broke up. I didn't have very strong feelings for him so it wasn't nearly as devestating. Everything was okay for a couple months. I'd actually even say it was good. Then my whole world just started falling apart. My best friend told me that I wasn't a good friend, I didn't think of anyone but myself, she was always there for me and that I wasn't worthy of her friendship. Talk about harsh. I had been dating a different boy as well and found out that he had been cheating. I went off the deep end. I stopped talking, I stopped doing things with my friends and I just wanted all of it to go away. So one night I took some pills. I don't know why I did it, I guess I just wanted to block out the world for a couple of hours. Looking back I don't really think that I was trying to kill myself,...
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...trained with high hopes when I was very young. I was put threw Military training after I hit my gym teacher last year and he chased me with his gun and I was forced to take cover behind my class mates most injured or fine. (no one died). He got in his car and chased after me all the way to a Army base in Georgia. Well after that things just got creepy. He was still chasing me even after I jumped the nine foot wall into the base.(I didn’t remember running like that in forever. I remember doing it once but that was three years ago). While he was chasing me I was doing the obstacle with the other trainees and passing them during the firing of my teachers gun. Then the sergeant and some trainees took hold of my teacher so he couldn’t hurt me and then I reached the end of the obstacle swung on the rope flinging myself back to the beginning of the course where my teacher was being held. I panted a bit but then it stopped and I blacked out. I woke up in the hospital with my dad sleeping in a chair and to my surprise the sergeant that helped save me. “Morning sunshine.” He told me which was a shock cause I thought these guys were hard core. Apparently not all, but dad was asleep so he was the only one I could talk to. “How…how long was I asleep?” He managed a laugh. “About two days. Jeez you are no different from my soldiers the first thing they ask when they get up from a fight or something the first thing they ask is “”How long was I out?” Hahaha.” “EEHH?! Really?!” “Yup the only thing...
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...Nikita has many different meanings in many different languages. Nikita is also pronounced differently in every different language. But my mom told me it was a Russian name. In Russian Nikita means victorious and unconquerable. My mom also told me that there was a Russian queen named Nikita. In Indian culture my parents have to do this tradition where they have to go to a temple to a priest and find out what should my name start with. So then the priest looks at the day, the date and the time. Then tells my parents it should start with a letter “N”. My parents were having a hard time finding a name for me. So my parents decide to take a look at the book full of names that started with the letter “N” finally they decided to name me Nikita. They also saw that Nikita was a very uncommon name. So that’s how my name came to be Nikita. Indian culture is really hard to follow when you live in America. I think it’s hard to be an Indian and American at the same time. I have to be both because if I forget my Indian culture my parents get really mad and if I don’t be American I wouldn’t fit in like other people. But I think I like being Indian knowing more or different languages than other Americans it makes me feel special. My dad doesn’t allow me and my little brother to speak English at home because he doesn’t want us to forget our language and I think that’s the right thing because I forgot how to write Hindi and if I wouldn’t speak Hindi I might forget how to speak it too....
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...Part 1 : “That’s it! That’s the sixth time you defended your girlfriend in public. You can’t continue to do that. Your fans will get disappointed in you. I can’t tolerate this behavior you have. I’m letting you date but you are leaving such a big mess for me to fix? Is that how you thank me?” Yang Hyun Suk shouted at Seungri as he threw the magazine on the desk. You’ve been dating Seungri for two years now, during these two years many fan girls got jealous and attacked you, Seungri was present when it happened and he defended you. Even went to taunt them to stop in order to protect you. He was always acting cute when you were dating and all but when you were hurt, he saved you immediately and showed a rather scary side of him. This time, a few fan girls tried to push you off a river whilst Seungri went to buy you two something to drink. Luckily Seungri came back in time to grab your hand but instead, both of you fell into the river. The river was deep and you weren’t a confident swimmer, he managed to get you back onto land. The fan girls that pushed you were still there and now they were accusing you for getting their dear idol all wet. “SHUT UP! What are you guys thinking? HOW CAN YOU PUSH A WEAK GIRL INTO THE RIVER? AND ACCUSING HER FOR GETTING ME ALL WET? IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! I DON’T NEED FANS LIKE YOU! GET OUT OF MY LIFE” Seungri yelled at the fan girls. Snap Snap! People around took photos and videos of the whole process and now it’s all on the headlines: Seungri shouts...
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...on how I first started in my writing class I thought okay, what and how do I get started on writing in a journal and what do I put into words about what I need to write about. It was a struggle for me and I thought to myself you have to put a plan in action to meet the goal I had set for myself. 2. Did you try any new strategies to help you achieve your goals? Which ones. The professor would always tell us to more so think about a career you would like to write about and put it in action on paper as an essay. I had a difficult time trying to understand what it was I needed to say about the career in question. There was a lot of pondering in my head on what I really needed to do and what I needed to say but even on paper it came out wrong. After being told by the professor over and over what I had started was still wrong, I begin to get frustrated with her and myself. Then a light came on and I had looked into getting a tutor someone outside of the class to help me get started and focus on what I really needed to do. She began to talk to me and ask me what was my major and I told her my major was paralegal studies, and from there she began to start me in the right direction on how to start my writing project. Her strategy for me was getting a strong thesis for my paper and how to stay focus on it and stick to it. Her strategy for me was saying Kimalon pretend that you are putting yourself in that persons place asking the questions. Once I started she allowed me to write down...
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...Me and Mia broke away from the kiss. She smiled at me. "Let's go back inside and see the guys. It's a little rude for us to leave them alone." she told me. I reached for her hand and she grabbed it in an instant. We walked back and we didn't say a word to one another. I can't keep her here! I'm going to drug her and send her home. This woman is making me fall for her and I can't have those distractions! It's her birthday, I'll figure out the details later. When we were about to go inside I felt a tug on my arm. I turned around and saw Mia looking at me. "Can I ask you something?" she asked me. What does she want? "I guess so, what is it?" I asked her. "Are you catching feelings for me? I just want you to know that I think I might be falling...
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...of control around me. Then it comes as a shock and quickly becomes disbelief. It’s like the whole world is working against me. Soon after, I get this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that just doesn’t go away when I want it to. When it’s sudden and unexpected, the shock turns out to be so overwhelming. My biggest fear is losing someone close to me. I certainly don’t do well with losing people. It’s really hard for me, and even though I’m a strong person in front of others, I become miserable when I’m alone. One struggle I have when I experience loss is keeping my own faith. I trust that God knows of all things, and I know if that’s what He wants, than I have to accept it, but I question why and it angers me a little. Throughout high school in Danbury, CT, I had a best friend who had my back through everything. His name was Luan Henrique Pitol and I can honestly say I trusted him with pretty much anything. I told him things I had trouble telling my girlfriends and he lectured me when I dated the wrong guys. The funny thing is, he was a player himself, but I’m proud to say I was his only “girl” friend who never became his girlfriend. Our friendship was too strong and there was no way we would risk it. We would always laugh when people told us to be together and I think it’s because I always had this “big brother” kind of description in mind when I talked about him. Luan was the guy who went with me to my first high school party and the one who picked me up from the mall because...
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...Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER by STEPHEN chbosky Published by: POCKET BOOKS, Simon and Schuster Inc., 1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10020. Copyright 1999 by Stephen Chbosky BOOK JACKET INFORMATION standing on the fringes of life ... offers a unique perspective. But there comes a time to see what it looks like from the dance floor. This haunting novel about the dilemma of passivity vs. passion marks the stunning debut of a provocative new voice in contemporary fiction: The Perks Of Being A WALLFLOWER This is the story of what it's like to grow up in high school. More intimate than a diary, Charlie's letters are singular and unique, hilarious and devastating. We may not know where he lives. We may not know to whom he is writing. All we know is the world he shares. Caught between trying to live his life and trying to run from it puts him on a strange course through uncharted territory. The world of first dates and mixed tapes, family dramas and new friends. The world of sex, drugs, andThe Rocky Horror Picture Show, when all one requires is that perfect song on that perfect drive to feel infinite. Through Charlie, Stephen Chbosky has created a deeply affecting coming-of-age story, powerful novel that will spirit you back to those wild and poignant roller coaster days known asgrowingup. visit us on the world wide web _inghttpwhststwwwlessimonsayscom_wh _inghttpwhststwwwmtvcom_wh stephenchboskygrew...
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...I wake up to the sound of my dad and his girlfriend talking,I look over to my big brother Tinsel to see if he was awake. By the look of his facial expression he was telling me to listen, my dad girlfriend was telling him how its in fair that the kids get more road kill then them to eat and they barely get none. The reason why we don’t get enough roadkill is because we live on the poor side of the Deep Forest trailer park. The rich side of the park gets there first because they have golf carts, were lucky enough if we scraps from the animals. Then I hear her explain” We could take the kids deep into the city and sell glass jars, after let’s say an hour we’ll say we're going to go back for supplies’ while they're still selling we will be back at the park.” Tears start running down my face,tinsel comforts me telling me it’s going to be ok. Tinsel gets up and pulls out a box full of bottle caps and puts them inside of his jacket coat....
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...of work gave me advice about how i could better my work ethics, i already had some good ethics but this book showed me other things i probably would of done differently. I’ve had problems with my attitude before i started taking the cbi class and i don’t take notes for the fact i don't know how but i took notes on this section.I know having a positive attitude is a really important task that need to be taking. I learned to solve the problem instead of getting mad and complaining. Speaking positive on things help to looking on the bright side of things. I also read about self-esteem i believe i read this when i was working at wendy's and it open my eyes because a lot of the stuff in the book about low self-esteem i would do when i get frustrated when i would work ‘‘overcoming doubt’’ helped me a little with that. Going to the food bank made me feel good i did something for somebody else i do that anyway but it was different with the bank. My arms were hurting so back the next day but it was worth it i want to do it again. The man who was helping me was nice he made sure i knew what i was doing. I would do that regularly if i could i had fun i tried box water for the first time. It was a very positive field trip....
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