...Interview Paper Recently I was interviewed for an entry level health care position. There were many feeling I had going into the interview. Many things went well but also many things I had a hard time with. I really loved the way I was greeted and felt like I was an actual person instead of some random person they had no idea was. They greeted me with my name and were very polite about the way they talked to me. I believe that them being polite about the whole ordeal makes the person being interviewed more comfortable along the course of the interview. According to my score sheets I had very good eye contact with the person asking questions. Also I had a very good first impression, I was dressed and groomed nicely also I had a nice firm hand shake. I had very good communication. Nice self-confidence as well. Also they realized I relaxed more as the interview went on. As many things go wrong in life I had a few errors in my interview process. I didn’t have very many follow up questions because I had no idea what to ask. I was so nervous I couldn’t even react. Also they noted that I was very stiff. I am not completely sure what that means. I sat up straight and tried to stay in the best posture I could. Being stiff is something I’ll have to work on. There are many things I’ll need to work on as I move along in life and have and take more interviews. Like being stiff and ending the interview with follow up questions. Maybe I need to make a list as to what questions can...
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...On a long, tiring and gruesome day during World War I, one soldiers recalls one bad day he personally experienced. Long tiring day during World War I. Gruesome death of a soldier. Don’t come home and praise about the war Bent double like old beggars under sacks. Knock-kneed coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge – Marched through wet sloppy mud with cold like symptoms while using foul language. Men marched asleep, many had lost their boots – So exhausted they kept walking like zombies back through the wet sloppy mud were some lost their boots. drunk with fatigue, deaf even from the hoots - So tired that they had the feeling of being drunk, tone deaf to the sounds of the artillery sounds flying above their heads. With the battle for survival continues even with their retreat back to safety, they are surprised with a silent and deadly attack. Gas, Gas quick boys, an ecstasy of fumbling. Fitting the clumsy helmet just in time – Soldiers put on their protective gas masks just in time. But someone still was yelling out and stumbling through the misty panes and thick green light – A soldier was yelling, screaming and stumbling to put on his protective mask and was reacting to the pain of the gas getting into his body. His hanging face, like a devils sick of sin – The soldiers face was pale and stiff from the gases inhaled, soldiers face looking like he saw the devil himself and it scared him stiff (like in horror movies). From the horrifying scenes from War to the life...
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...Sergei goes from a man who cares about others more than himself to a man that would kill to keep his friend. A mother fears that her husband is not who he seems. She finds her husband one night come home from “hunting” and he was worn out, and wasn’t like his usual self, this was done a few times: “So it happened that maybe three or four times. He’d come back late, worn out, and pretty near cross from sweet-tempered.”(Le Guin 50-51) The wife is noticing that her husband seems to have two sides, one is a nice, helpful young man, the one she fell in love with and the other is someone who she doesn’t even recognize. She then becomes even more concerned when her husband starts to scare even her children: “Our youngest… turned from her father. Just overnight… she got all scared-looking, stiff.”(Le Guin 60, 63) This shows that even her children know that her husband is different, to the point where the child is scared of him. Personally, I think the three stories did an excellent job at creating a story teaching about people and their differences, these stories have taught me that discrimination is not only show by race, but by people’s morals and thoughts. I think discrimination is less of a problem today than 10 years ago, but it is still a major issue and I don’t think it will ever be solved. ...
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...things which individuals often depend on for a lifestyle guide. Back in the day, people believed religion was the reason behind their ill health, well-being, and even unnatural causes. There was always a higher power which kept everything in order and control, or else the world was thought to be chaotic. Religion is something that was essential in one’s life and unfortunately some people began to take advantage of that idea, such as Reverend Parris in “The Crucible.” Reverend Parris, the Prime Minister of Salem used God to give himself more power and was willing to do anything in order to maintain his status in society, which didn’t portray such...
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...Spinal Meningitis Meningitis instantly can strike and the impact of that strike can forever last a lifetime. Meningitis is the inflammation and infection of the meninges that surround your brain and spinal cord. It can cause the tissues around the brain to swell and could be life threatening. In this research paper I will discuss the different kinds of meningitis and how they affect you. Meningitis is a dangerous infection because the brain is so delicate and fragile. Meningitis can advance very quickly because of the infection around the brain and spinal cord. This infection can be bacterial, viral or fungal. People and children under the age of 20 are at a higher risk. The antibiotics given are very strong and powerful and often can...
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...SHIT.” “GET OVER TO THE SIDE.” That was the bickering back and forth between my drivers ed partner and the drivers ed instructor. As we are pulling out of the school the little ding ding ding noise went off that indicates that the gas is low. So here we are strolling up bogie about five miles per hour on the right shoulder. Just about a few miles away from the shell station the car comes to a complete stop. I don't know what was going through my partner's head when the car came to a complete stop but I remember in my head I was like, “Today is that day i'm actually going to die.” So what do you know five Minutes later, Me, My partner Jordan,...
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...still may need them in their group. Maybe only for rides to hockey practice or to help fight in a rumble like in the book. They seem to like each other in the end though, they might not admit it to anyone, or even themselves but at the end of the day they like and need each other. At the start of the novel, Johnny is scared at so many things. He is one of those boys who “jumped at their own shadows.” (Hinton, 179) The Socs ganged up on him and beat him up. “Soda reached him first. Johnny was lying face down on the ground. Soda turned him over gently, and I nearly got sick. Someone had beaten him badly. We were used to seeing Johnny banged up- his father clobbered him around a lot, and although it made us madder than heck, we couldn't do anything about it. But those beatings had been nothing like this. Johnny's face was cut up and bruised and swollen, and there was a wide gash from his temple to his cheekbone. He would carry that scar all his life. His white T-shirt was splattered with blood. I just stood there, trembling with sudden cold. I thought he might be dead; surely nobody could be beaten like that and live.” (Hinton, 32) Ever since that experience he was frightened that it wouldn't be the last time the Socs came...
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...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 face showed disbelief. Meanwhile Reg wiped away the patriotic tear that had brimmed in his eye, and mingled with the mud and rain that stained his chalky, adolescent cheek. I looked down eager...
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...The man who loved flowers ending “I bought you a gift Norma” he said. He had the flowers behind his back. “What is it” she said. The young man was about to show the flowers with only one desire; a smile from his beloved. His whole body was shaking, and he knew she was the only one. He handed over the flowers in a very stiff way. Her first reactions to the flowers weren’t exactly cheerful. He noticed the awkward tension in the corner of her mouth and rapidly commented: “do you not like them?” “It’s just” “just what?” He said. “We are just friends, you know that right?” Norma said. The young man tried to answer with tears rushing down his face; he could barely speak but stuttered out something at least a bit thoughtful: “Yes I know that”. The young man didn’t know what to do; he would’ve never expected her to reply this way. It was 6 PM and it was slowly getting darker. The young man suggested finding something to eat. Norma said a little grudgingly yes, and they found a little restaurant with sea view. You could see in the young man’s look that he still saw the prospect of them to getting together. However, it did not look like Norma was fully sold to the idea. While they were eating, a speaker from the radio said: “The hammer killer is still not caught yet so be careful”. “Did you hear that, he is a psycho” Norma said. The young man replied in a disturbing tone “yes indeed”. As they finished eating; the young man asked Norma if they should take...
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...to an unfamiliar body, but knows what he needs to get done. I feel bad for Gregor Samsa for not being able to talk for himself. He has turned into a bug, but instead of worrying about what his body has turned to he is thinking about his boss and the life he wishes to live. I live like Samsa if it wasn't for my parents I would not do half of the things I do. I see Samsa as someone who is afraid to do anything wrong against other people. Gregor Samsa seems like an older guy, and it is bizarre that he is still living under his parents control and trying to run his life for his parents. He is afraid of his parents and his boss and does not voice his opinion. If I were Samsa and if I really disliked my job as much as he does, I would go look for another job and then quit the job he miserably hates. He is scared of his own thoughts because of the thoughts of others. I see him as a guy who never wants to let people down and is never putting himself first. I feel as if he is depressed and does not have a lot of confidence in himself. My life is controlled by my parents, and his life is as well controlled by his parents. The fact that Gregor lays in his bed and thinks so deeply about his life shows how depressed he really is in the life he is living. He is a busy many who wakes up early every morning, and is constantly tired. I feel bad that Gregor has the mental stability he has, but in this case he needs to keep his job so I understand why he keeps his mind to him self. Gregor Samsa is...
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...step. It was dusk, but the darkening sky was not merely from the setting sun. It hadn’t begun yet, but it was quickly looking like it might rain. I figured that we would have enough time to get home before the storm started, so I decided to let it be, and just continue with the run. A raindrop hit my cheek. Then another. We stopped running. When the thunder crashed I could see the panic in his eyes. We were more than a mile from home, and lightning was flashing across the sky. My brother was scared stiff. There was really no need to be. We quickly found shelter under an awning at our old middle school, and I called my dad to come pick us up. Cameron, however,...
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...Scared! I remember that feeling when I tried to ride my bike without training wheels. I have been trying to do it for weeks. I did not know if I was ever going to learn it. Was I going to survive this two wheel journey? I walked to the bottom of the driveway and got on my my orange and black bike for what felt like the millionth time. I took a deep breath and hopped on. My mom and dad were behind me watching me the whole time. I stuck one foot on the ground and one on the pedal and pushed off. I pushed off really hard, sweat running down my face hoping I wouldn’t fall off. My legs felt like jelly as I rode up the hill. I could hear the clicking of the chain, making my heart skip a beat. I steered my bike past a house and kept on riding. “I am doing it!” I yelled. Well, at least I thought I was doing it but my handlebars started to swerve ,and the bike started to get wobbly. As a result, the bike tipped over making me have to catch myself with my foot! My heart started to sink. I can’t believe that I just fell off! I thought to myself. I quickly turned the bike around and started to walk back to my house....
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...guide us through Manny’s character development by the use of interior monologue. One way Victor Martinez uses internal monologue to help us know who Manny is as a character is when he states Manny’s imagination on purchasing a baseball glove and being part of the baseball team, but most important to have respect from his peers. “I...
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...reposed four inches above his broad-brush ankles, uncovering the putrefaction that was deep within him. The greyness of everything that surrounded him gave the impression that the lingering shroud of darkness had consumed the sunlight, which once shone upon him that soon warred its way below the horizon of animaginary forest. The stillness in his eyes reminded me of the frozen souls who stood inanimately to the waning glare of the sun casting shadows of the figures of the deceased in a world only he knew of. A startlingly lissom, slender nose was above a distorted mouth with a smear of lines at the corners giving him the face of someone who smiled regularly, but his stiff jaw gave a portrait of a man who knew only one thing and that was failure. Looking deep into his eyes were two fiery balls with an intimidating nature. Hishair was like a grey ocean that swayed with the breeze of the wind. He had a mysterious aura about him, inflicting fear pheromones and perhaps even curiosity at first glance. He had vulgar eyes darker than the moon during an eclipse. My heart was beating furiously, feeling as if it was about to escape from my chest, panic fleeing through every nerve in my body at unaccountable speeds.My senses strain, every sense tenfold. Oblivious to his surroundings this man reminded me of a tramp due to his drunk, unclean and revolting nature. As I had a glimpse at his body, his skin was swelling in a mass of bones, which seemed to stick out in unusual...
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...When I looked at you I had thought about the Greek gods that were displayed in art museums. Every detail and every crease was chipped onto their Cold Stone bodies. Like the gladiators that fought in battles, I remembered how long and strong your legs were. Your veins glowing underneath your porcelain skin, the purple hues that appeared around your honey brown eyes. I was in love with those same colors; your bruises. I remembered you and I was driven - addicted to art museums because that’s where the statues stood; where you had belonged standing with the rest of them. Two years ago I wouldn’t have imagined myself sitting on a chair crying my eyes out, writing about a boy and our story. A story about a girl who learned how to love for the very...
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