...Write a story based on the following: “It’s probably too late but at least we can try.’’ “We’ve made a horrible mistake. We must somehow apologise to her. I cannot believe we did such a terrible thing, “Rita sobbed uncontrollably. “You’re right Rita. It’s probably too late but at least we can try. We’ve been so cruel and unfriendly towards her. We must make amends,“ I said in a disheartened tone. Susana Woodstone had just been transferred to our class and she soon became the teacher’s favourite. She was unequivocally elected as the class captain for she was regular in class, always did her homeworks and always had a hand in the class’s progress. However, before her arrival, we were the teacher’s favourite. Having snatched this much-desired position from us, we obviously nurtured evil feelings towards her. Gradually, with her getting all the attention from our friends and teachers, these evil feelings completely invaded our minds. Rita, Josh and I could no longer bear her looming presence in class as we felt neglected by the teachers. With all these wicked thoughts for her lingering...
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...other uses, see Cry (disambiguation). "Weeping" redirects here. For the weeping habit of trees, see Weeping tree. This article is about the human shedding of tears. For other uses, see Crying (disambiguation). A toddler crying. French people bid troops of the French Army goodbye as they leave metropolitan France at Marseille harbour, 1941.Crying (also referred to as sobbing, weeping, bawling, or wailing) is shedding tears as a response to an emotional state in humans. One need only shed a single tear to be crying. The act of crying has been defined as "a complex secretomotor phenomenon characterized by the shedding of tears from the lacrimal apparatus, without any irritation of the ocular structures".[1] A related medical term is lacrimation, which also refers to non-emotional shedding of tears. A neuronal connection between the lacrimal gland (tear duct) and the areas of the human brain involved with emotion has been established. Some scientists believe that only humans produce tears in response to emotional states [2] while others disagree.[3] Charles Darwin wrote in The Expression of the Emotions in Man and Animals that the keepers of Indian elephants in the London Zoo told him that their charges shed tears in sorrow. Tears produced during emotional crying have a chemical composition which differs from other types of tears. They contain significantly greater quantities of the hormones prolactin, adrenocorticotropic hormone, Leu-enkephalin[4], and the elements potassium...
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...Dear Alice, For the last year or so, I haven't been able to cry anymore. And when I do, absolutely no tears come out. My eyes just water up, but there are no tears. Is this normal? Should I be worried? —Confused Dear Confused, Crying as an emotional response (rather than to clear out debris and moisten the eyes) is a uniquely human phenomenon. Some evolutionary biologists think this function developed as a distress call of sorts. Human beings can "fake" all other emotions, but crying is more likely to be reflective of genuine emotion. Tears often stimulate a nurturing response in others, which, for a creature as socially interdependent as people are, can be a key to survival. Tears are also necessary for the lubrication and nourishment of our eyes, and they protect our eyes from infection. So what's going on when someone can't cry? There are a few possible explanations. You mentioned that your eyes water up, but there are no tears. It’s possible that your tears are evaporating too fast. Environmental conditions like smoke, wind, and dry climates can make tears evaporate more quickly than normal. When a person isn’t producing enough tears or has poor quality tears, he or she may be suffering from dry eye syndrome. This condition, known as keratoconjunctivitis sicca, can be the result of many factors. Experiencing dry eyes is actually a natural part of the aging process and most people over 65 show signs of dry eye syndrome at some point. Women are more likely to develop dry...
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...King, Honour, Human Dignity, Etcetera Weeping rain cascaded from the unforgiving, steely sky. We waited, khaki figures in a stinking, sepia trench. Every face expressionless, fear, regret, sorrow, all hidden behind stiff upper lips. King, honour, human dignity, we had been sold a lie. “One minute!” called the captain, breaking the silence. I glanced nervously around. I could hear the hurried, heavy breathing of the other soldiers, grasping at every breath as if it would be their last. “Fix bayonets!” I reached down wrenching the rigid blade from my worn leather belt. My frozen hands trembled violently as the weapon clicked into place. The sound of grating metal filled the trench. “Oh my God, I can’t do it, my fingers won’t work!” the lilting Irish tones of Paddy sounded desperate. The captain, without changing expression, marched to Paddy’s side, the cloying mud swallowing his feet at every step. Bending over the rifle he secured it within a second. He marched away in disgust. “Thank you, sir,” stammered the now humiliated Paddy. We all looked away to spare his dignity. I gazed down at my ruthless rifle with remorse and shame. How many fellow men would I kill today? What if I myself might die? The feeling was sickening. I swallowed my thoughts of murder and death, bitter like the vomit that stuck in my throat. My exhausted eyes stared along the line of pale faces drained of life. Walt gazed up the ladder in resignation, Taffy’s eyes widened with fear, and Albert’s...
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...a means of expressing a range of human emotions. As you start each chapter you’re given a new recipe that will carry you through the chapter with a story to go along with that recipe. The character Tita, was born because of food. “Tita was so sensitive to onions any time they were being chopped she would cry…” and “Once her wailing got so violent that it brought on early labor and Tita was born prematurely on the kitchen table.” Titas mother, Mama Elena was not able to breast feed Tita so Nacha took over for feeding Tita on a diet of teas and thin corn gruels. Growing up Tita has a strong and positive relationship with food and found “the joy of living wrapped around food” this explains how Tita developed a sixth sense about everything concerning food. Tita’s sixth sense allows her emotions go into the food she's preparing, and the food then heavily influences the plot development in the chapter The first episode where Titas sixth sense is shown is at the wedding of Pedro and Rosaura. Tita is so hurt and betrayed by Pedro the man she loves and does not know how he could marry her own sister. But Mama Elena will not let her show these feeling in front of the family so Tita is forced to suppress her emotions. Once Mama Elena leaves the kitchen, Nacha encourages Tita to release her emotions before the wedding. Finally able to express herself, Tita breaks down and cries. After weeping for a while, Tita continues cooking and finds that her tears have made the cake batter soggy. ...
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...I’d be tired of this kind of life and here I sit waiting to go back to prison. My gate got cracked open it was mail call, everybody’s favorite part of the day were we silently pray our names are called. It was my lucky day. I look at the front of the letter; it was from my daughter which put a smile on my face. I hurry back to my cell to lock back in waiting for that metal gate to come slamming shut; it’s a sound you never get used too. My daughter just turned twelve, twenty seven days ago. I got locked up shortly after her birthday. This was the first letter I received from her since I got locked up. As I sat there on my bunk reading her letter tears started running down my cheeks, a sense of guilt , shame, anger, all these emotions hit me head on put the letter down I couldn’t read no more and I just sat there tears flowing, my thoughts going crazy, thinking about my life and were I went wrong. I pick her letter back up and continue where I left off. She asked me many questions in that letter, why I keep leaving her, did she do something wrong for me to keep leaving her, if I loved her and if I do why I keep leaving her. She went on to tell me she is in therapy twice a week and that she tried hurting herself....
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...people, his parents included, why I loved him. That evening was a celebration of the life of my boyfriend, Parker. He had died in a swimming accident that summer, trying to save the life of a friend. A deep breath in, a deep breath out, and I began to speak, seeing his mother’s tearstained face in the patches of my vision unclouded by the lights. I concentrated my thoughts and words on the qualities he had in abundance: his energy, his generosity, his good humor, his talent, and his passion for life. I felt a desperate need to express myself to all the people gathered to remember him, to remind them of him. But I left out so much. The words I spoke were light, reminding everyone of his humor, making them laugh quietly through their tears. I didn’t speak of the two days in which I had waited, with bated breath and breaking heart, to know whether he lived or died. A chance meeting with a member of his church had informed me of only the slightest details of the accident. Being half a world away, with his family in the process of moving, I was left scrambling to contact anyone who could tell me what happened. I needed to hear something, anything, to dispel the nameless fears running through my mind. How was I to describe those hours of waiting to that audience? Of sitting in a darkened room with his best friend, alternately sobbing and seeking to comfort? Those words, had I found them, would not have been suitable for my speech, and so they were not spoken. The criteria...
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...September 24, 2012 Trisha McAloon Refining Solutions Paper The original issue that I have been dealing with is that my 6 year old daughter is in the first grade and begins to cry when I drop her off at school. My initial solution was to sit with my daughter through her breakfast and leave when I was able to drop her off with her teacher. After working through this solution several times, I realized that it was not only still an issue it was becoming a bigger issue. So I would have to change up my solution and find something that worked better. The issue: How should I handle a crying child at school? Solutions: 1.Stay with her until she finishes breakfast and leave her with her teacher. 2. Stay with her until she finishes breakfast and leaver her in the breakfast area with her friends. 3. Walk her to the door in the morning and say goodbye and leave whether she is crying or not. My daughter Laney began her school year with a huge smile on her face and enjoyed each day, shortly after the school year started she began crying when she was dropped off at school. Feeling that there was something more going on I was determined to find out what was causing this issue for my child. I determined that this was an issue because she enjoys school and talked of her teacher and friends fondly so I had to wonder what would cause her to cry. I observed her with her teacher and determined that she is possible a little rougher that her previous year and Laney may just not be adjusting...
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...Wk 1 Assignment: Journal Entry July 8, 1809 It is hot here in Louisiana. I do not want to be here. I do not want to be on this big piece of land, the white man who bought me calls a plantation. I am only 12 years old and my name is Leena. I am from a small village in Nigeria. My older brother and I were sold to this man who brought us on a boat here. He bought us from another tribe who had raided our village and kidnapped us. The man on the boat was mean and cruel. We did not eat but once a day for the whole trip. It was very meager food, a piece of bread and stale water. It seemed like an eternity, being tossed back and forth. There was no way for us to brace ourselves from being tossed violently because we were chained together and attached to the wall of the ship. There were others on the ship with us, chained to us. A number of young girls like myself, young boys, and older boys with big broad shoulders and strong looking features. We had no idea where we were going or why. I cried and cried. My brother was there to comfort me somewhat. He, himself, had no idea what was going on. We sang to keep our minds together. We arrived here on land, and we were corralled into a room, still chained together. The men came in and started looking at us all up and down. Some men even grabbed at my arms and such and squeezed. They felt on me the way you would a horse or pig, to make sure they are good quality. They were told the auction was about to start. One by one, we were...
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...several memorable events, lived through the good, and survived unpleasant times. Everyone has experienced both expected and unforeseen events that have made profound impacts on them. On April 19, 2013, I underwent the most profound imprint of my life, giving birth to my daughter, Sydney Lillian Diggs. I remember the day I found out I was pregnant. It was one of the happiest and scariest days of my life due to a previous miscarriage just a few months before. I took two home pregnancy tests, then another at my doctor’s office to make sure I was not dreaming. The doctor confirmed I was pregnant! My fiancé and I listened to the baby's heart beating. It was the most absolutely amazing experience. My emotions went from laughter to crying tears of joy. A few weeks later we went for the ultrasound. We were on our wonderful journey to become parents. I had my delivery plan all mapped out. Since my fiancé works two hours away, I had contingency hospital plan. My sister who lives a mile from me, was my back up plan. In addition, I have a close friend Akilah that lives two blocks away has a flexible schedule during the day. All of Sydney's clothes and bedding were washed and organized. My bags were packed. I anxiously waited for the big day anticipating everything was under control. On April 18 2013, my fiancé was at work. I started having contractions, but they were not close, they were about 20 minutes apart. I called my fiancé, as well as my sister, to advise them...
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...A Wish and A Dream May 8, 2012 at 7:30am Whenever I make wishes there always the same, And there always in your name. Today I wished that I had one last day, To hear your voice, even if I don’t know what to say. It’s been 2 years since you died and I can’t recall your face, I can’t remember your loving embrace. Whenever I close my eyes the flash backs hit me like a bad dream. The sound of the phone ringing, the crying on the other line, it was extreme. I recall my cousin’s voice, mumbling the words, I couldn’t fight the tears streaming down my cheek. The drive to the hospital felt like hours, My whole body felt numb and weak. I close my eyes, and I can still see, My loved ones surrounding me. I’m pacing back and forth through the halls, Crying in bathroom stalls. My mind about to make the toughest choice, But I feel like I have no voice. I can still hear the sound of your last breathe, The painful sound of death. The rise and fall of your chest, Wishing god would put you to rest. I did not let you go alone; I was with you till the end. And for that my heart can never mend. And just when I thought you had gone, you’d gasp for air. I held your hand, I told you I loved you, and I sat in that chair. When it was all over, I ran to brother’s side, I just wanted to curl up and hide. Last night I dreamed of the night you died, I jerked awake so fast and cried. I held my head in shame, Feeling like I was to blame. Every time I walk...
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...The Iron cause: By Taylor dicker Introduction: Orathion Orathion had been working against the odds since the very day he was born. For he was the result of an affair between a common Tavern wrench and a high king, anyone in these circumstances cannot expect any less than a swift cut of a sword BY THE king SEEKING TO SAVE THE POSSIBLE STIGMA FROM HIS NAME. But orathion’s mother was lucky enough to smuggle him out before detection. For the first 15 years Orathion’s existence was unknown to king fragone bohinn, but that was all changed THE DAY THE REBELLION BROKE OUT. Chapter 1: The merchant’s boy “Quickly we must move my son before the first lights of day” said Anne cirend. The two men in the brown, troy and carter, were merchants traveling through willinton on the day Anne gave birth. Once word got around town of the birth Anne knew it would only be a matter of time before king fragone found out. And she knew full and well what the consequences were for being an illegitimate child of king fragone was. For she was not the first to be impregnated by him, the other women’s children and eventually the women were killed. The bodies were found in the ditches on the outer parts of the town, children no older than 2 years of age slaughtered without a hope of survival.” Do not worry we will take him” said troy. “Oh gods be good bless you both, but you must hurry its likely his kingship’s men are already on the way” said Anne. “Then I guess this is Farwell mi lady”. Troy grabbed Orathion...
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...SCORE PALAYAN CITY NATIONAL HIGH SCHOOL Atate, Palayan City FIRST PERIODICAL EXAMINATION IN ENGLISH IV Name: _______________________________________________Year & Section: ___________________ I. LISTENING. Listen carefully and fill in the blanks with the correct words from the poem “The Book”. I went to the 1.___________to look Then my throat went dry, I was so thirsty. Not for a football mag or a cookbook; I needed a coolant, I was so angry. But for a laughter booster storybook. How stupid I was, I forgot my 3. _________! I found one about a 2._________in a brook So I rushed back 4. _____and took my money; That hoots to woo a foolish rook. Then back to the store, I looked like crazy. By hook or by crook, I had to buy the book! But I got the book and now I’m 5. _________. II. READING COMPREHENSION. Read the selections below and answer the questions that follow. Encircle the letter of the best answer. A milkman became very wealthy through dishonest means. He had to cross a river daily to reach the city where his customers lived. He mixed the water of the river generously with the milk that he sold for a good profit. One day he went around collecting the dues in order to celebrate the wedding of his son. With the large amount thus collected he purchased plenty of rich clothes and glittering gold ornaments. But while crossing the river the boat capsized and all his costly purchases were swallowed by the river. The milk...
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...thee, nor count the cost. 2 On the field of battle, 'mid the frenzy of fight, Others have given their lives, without doubt or heed; The place matters not--cypress or laurel or lily white, Scaffold of open plain, combat or martyrdom's plight, 'Tis ever the same, to serve our home and country's need. 3 I die just when I see the dawn break, Through the gloom of night, to herald the day; And if color is lacking my blood thou shalt take, Pour'd out at need for thy dear sake, To dye with its crimson the waking ray. 4 My dreams, when life first opened to me, My dreams, when the hopes of youth beat high, Were to see thy lov'd face, O gem of the Orient sea, From gloom and grief, from care and sorrow free; No blush on thy brow, no tear in thine eye 5 Dream of my life, my living and burning desire, All hail! cries the soul that is now to take flight; All hail! And sweet it is for thee to expire; To die for thy sake, that thou mayst aspire; And sleep in thy bosom eternity's long night. If over my grave some day thou seest grow, In the grassy sod, a humble flower, Draw it to thy lips and kiss my soul so, While I may feel on my brow in the cold tomb below The touch of thy tenderness, thy breath's warm power. Let the moon beam over me soft and serene, Let the dawn shed over me its radiant flashes, Let the wind with sad lament over me keen; And if on my cross a bird should be seen, Let it trill there its hymn of peace to my ashes. Let the sun draw the vapors...
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...Chief Seattle’s speech to Isaac Stevens explores many facets of figurative language and wisdom that come together in a beautiful, yet sorrowful, statement of the emotions of an entire people. The most prominent tool employed by Seattle is pathos, particularly drawing pity from the listener by expounding upon the centuries of woe experienced by the native Americans. Halfway through the oration, Seattle shifts the focus towards the dead, and uses references to his race’s ancestry as a method of emphasizing the impact of everyone’s life and history on the future. The appeal to emotion in the oration begins almost immediately. Seattle appeals that “Yonder sky has wept tears of compassion on my people for centuries.” This statement digs deep into the hardships that th Native Americans faced upon the white man’s continuum of manifest destiny. Personification is also heavily employed to touch the listener’s hearts; phrases such as “weeping clouds” and describing his people as “scattering trees of a storm-swept plain” emphasize the suppression of his people, ravaged and demoralized by the intrusive Americans. Creating even more empathy for his cause, Seattle tells us of the times of glory experienced by the native Americans, which starkly contrast the woeful situation of modern-day native Americans. Seattle uses spiritual parallels of two different Gods to show how the white man has justified their actions through a system designed to justify their actions. The listener can feel...
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