...Folk Narrative – plays an essential part in social and culture life. ORIGIN MYTHS The Visayan Creation Myth A long time ago, there were two Gods - Maguayan, ruler of water, and Kaptan, ruler of the sky. One day, the two Gods decided to marry their children. Three sons were born from this union - Likalibutan was extremely brave and strong, Liadlao was made of gold and was always cheerful, and Libulan, made of copper, was timid and weak. Lisuga was the only daughter, she was made of silver and was very beautiful, gentle and sweet. Sadly, they were orphaned at a young age, but their grandparents took care of them and protected them from evil. Eventually, the siblings grew up to be strong and beautiful. One day, Likalibutan, proud of his strength and power, decided to attack Kaptan's sky kingdom. Scared of their brother, Liadlao and Libulan were coerced into joining him and they left for the sky kingdom. An enormous steel gate was blocking their way, but Likalibutan summoned the wind and knocked it down. When Kaptan came to know of this, he got furious and fired them with lightning bolts. A lightning bolt landed on each of the three brothers. Likalibutan's rock-like body fragmented into a thousand pieces and fell down in the sea, Liadlao and Libulan melted into balls of gold and copper, respectively. Worried for her brothers, Lisuga came searching for them, but Kaptan, still fuming, attacked her as well. Her silver body too, was scattered into a million pieces...
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...Club IT BIS 219 May 2, 2011 Club IT While I was an intern I was responsible for analyzing Club IT’s needs, I decided to pay them a visit one weekend and see for myself what needed to be done. Although I had a wonderful time, I started to wonder about the club and the people that it attracts.. I did notice that it had a young feel to it, with heart pumping music, lighting, special effects and would be very popular with the people young of age. This could also be a nice place for the older crowd to hang out also. There were several IT issues that started going through my mind. I decided to look over the club’s website to see how much of the club’s information was available to the public and if it needed any adjusting. I decided that the Customer Orientation Strategy would give Club It the best competitive advantage.This is because the despite all of the club’s potential, it was still very empty. Creating an excellent mission statement, addressing the IT needs in relation to the Club’s needs, and performing the customer orientation strategy will enhance this club’s IT ability and clientele. Shortly after viewing Club IT’s website, I noticed that they already had an appealing mission statement in place. That mission statement is “We, Ruben and Lisa, offer you live music, DJ's, dance space and refreshments that suit your lifestyle. You are our friends, and we seek to build a community that meets regularly at Club IT." (Club IT ) Their mission statement is quite appealing...
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...Josh can remember growing as a child; his dad was only in his life for a short time. He had his own problems to deal with. My mother’s name is Pamela. She has no education. All she did was to keep a roof over our head and food in our bellies. Josh remembers at one point in time she had three jobs to support us. At the time, Josh had no understanding of what it took to raise four kids without having support from their father. Josh has two brothers and one sister. His sister’s name is Ebony. Then there’s Joe the oldest boy and Jason is the youngest. Josh was in the middle. We would move at least once a year until finally we moved out of the hood. Josh never had any white friend until he moved to area that had more white then black. These weren’t your blue or white collar kind fork but more of the hillbilly type. His mom’s main goal was to get her and her kids out of the hood, and she did. Josh attended Hyde Park Elementary school. My previous school had been mainly black kids; however, this school had mainly white kids. In elementary school I was completely lost in must subjects, but Josh seemed to do well in math. The school was in walking distance. The first time Josh failed was in the second grade. After he failed, some genius, maybe my teacher, decided to put him in Exceptional Student Education Classes (ESE). Although it is mostly recognized in relation to students with disabilities (physical, mental, emotional, etc.,), it is truly meant for all students outside...
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...I’m now safe with the kid name John in my arms, but my heart is pounding like a jackhammer. I should know because I felt what getting hit like one two hours ago. I ran to the school knowing people were hiding their shivering like a very cold night. The sky felt lighter than normal, but that might just be me going insane after what just happened. I made it to school and I screamed my guts out for help. People started to make me and John into where they were hiding, but I ran past them to the back of the school where I knew a helicopter a few blocks back near the middle school was located. I got in and flew by the seas were I knew they were coming. The engine was roaring like a lion. I doubled checked the bomb was in place and was ready to...
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...Reflection #4 The Morrill Land-Grant Acts are United States statutes that allowed for the creation of land-grant colleges in US states using the proceeds of federal land sales. During the year 1862, US congress passed 3 key acts. Those acts were the reasons of the expansion of the United States Westford and the rise of Engineering in the United State during the Civil War. The first one was Homestead Act, it got 160 acres to any head of family who worked 5 years and started westward migration. The second one was programing the Union Pacific Railroad to build a transcontinental railroad from Nebraska to California. At that time the engineers were self-tough with not very tough skills and this act expanded the demand for engineers. The third...
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...Many students across the United States do not like getting up in the morning for school at all. Students usually are very tired in the morning because they are up all night on their phone or tv. If students went to bed earlier, they would be less tired in the morning. They would also get the 8.5-9.5 recommended hours of sleep each night. Schools should not start later because it would cause many problems for students in before, during, and after school. According to Justin O’Neill, in his article, “Should School Start Later?” he states, ”Being on time, managing a busy schedule, and getting enough sleep are important skills teens need when they enter the workforce” (21). Students are going to have to get up early in the future for their job so, they will have to get use to waking up in the morning. This could send the wrong message to students about being responsible for themselves in the morning. If students have no experience in getting up early and getting there on time, they will be late for most of their life. Making room for all your work and other activities is hard. You have to develop a “routine” to help manage a busy schedule and get some sleeping time....
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...Short Story Rough Draft The boys are standing outside the ship, when I arrive. There‘s Jack and Kyle and Justin, my flatmate. Jack spots me as I saunter down the street, towards them. "Look who it is", he says. "It’s the stranger". "Alright lads", I say, weaving through the crowd of massed drinkers on the pavement. "Have a good holiday?". What do you think?”. “Just what we expected”, laughs Jack. “I‘ll see you in a moment“. I walk into the pub and wait at the bar. It’s quite empty in here. There are posters for a band on the wall, who go by the name of The Tonics, a four piece in sharp suits with floppy haircuts, who I decide might be worth checking out later. In a few moments, I’m served, with an ice cold pint of Peroni, and am heading back out onto the street. RINGING IN MY EARS is the unmistakable sound of Hammond organ, which sends a shiver down my back and a buzz into my heart and tells me that the magic carpet ride has just begun. Jack turns, as I rejoin them. “Good time in Ibiza, was it?”, he asks. “Marvellous“. “It’s alright for some”, he says. “Jetting off somewhere hot. Well, you’re looking well on it, I have to say”. “Nice of you to say so”. “Bring me back a tan like that next time you go”. “I’ll see what I can do”. We laugh. It's warm tonight. For England. I stand and sip my lager and survey the scene. Girls are standing, alone and in groups, boys are leaning against the wall, gangs are hanging round, looking for something to take their attention...
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...is not enough time in my life to write about the person who had the greatest influence in my life. As I write this paper, it’s as if my entire life is flashing in front of my face. I feel I’m frozen in time: scenes of my fondest memories of my mother playing in my mind but in slow motion. I see her vividly she is walking by swiftly in her rose colored house dress, brown slightly worn shoes, the aroma of Maxwell house coffee perking, and the scent of crispy bacon sizzling in the skillet, all reminding me of those early morning winter days in Ohio, bitter cold but warm at the same time surrounded in so much love. My mother, “Mamma,” was not only a great parent to my siblings and me but her parenting reached far beyond her children. She was a mother figure and a listening ear to many of my friends but one in particular who did not share the loving, caring and wonderful bond I shared with my mother. I remember a particular time in my best friend, Jackie’s life when she was 15 years old, who could not talk to her mother about a very difficult situation that occurred in her life. Her mother was a self absorbed, unhappy woman, who was more attentive and obsessed with her husband’s indiscretions. She consumed all her time and energy in trying to figure out what was going wrong in her marriage than to hear the cries and frustration, the deep dark place her daughter was in and had no guidance to find her way out. In the midst of Jackie’s most complicated problem during...
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...this boy you've been hanging around," My mom tuts, immediately making my head swivel towards her. Her hair is slicked back in a tight ponytail and her ruby red lips were pursed. She had been dashing all around the house, cleaning and nagging constantly. She's been on edge more than usual lately and I swear we have a conversation involving Justin multiple times a day. "It's not that big of a deal!" I groan, "he's just a friend of mine!" "You haven't had friends in years!" My mother accuses. I clench my fists and try really hard to not get myself into trouble. "You know exactly why that is," I say quietly. "Besides, instead of questioning things so much, why can't you just be happy for me?" I ask in exasperation. "I am happy for you! I'm just cautious you know? How well do you know these people? And this Justin boy?"...
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...the Internet and reality television have become increasingly accessible to young people.” “When Justin Bieber fans frantically took to cutting themselves and posting pictures online to stop the star from smoking pot, celebrity obsession among young people...
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...Acknowledgements Thanks to Justin Timberlake’s naked bum on Friends With Benefits, I somehow had a light bulb moment on how I would start my story. (Although it was actually Mila Kunis who offered more beer in the movie, but hey, it’s Mila Kunis vs Justin Timberlake’s naked bum; and I am just a girl with much vulnerability to JT’s bum. Haha, kidding ) Thanks, too, to the genius person on Tumblr who asked the question If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soulmate, would you want to know? Although I did not see the actual post. I only saw it while surfing through Pinterest one lazy Sunday afternoon. (Awesome stories with the same question as the writing prompt on this link: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/549509592007761212/)....
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...------------------------------------------------- HOW IT WORKS? …….I unroll that and discover seven loose audiotapes. Each tape has a dark blue number painted in the upper right-hand corner,possibly with nail polish. Each side has its own number. One and two on the first tape,three and four on the next,five and six,and so on. The last tape has thirteen on one side,but nothing on the back Hello,boys and girls. Hannah Baker here. Live and in stereo. No return engagements. No encore. And this time,absolutely no requests. I hope you’re ready,because I’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically why my life ended. And if you’re listening to these tapes,you’re one of the reasons why: I’m not saying which tape brings you into the story, But fear not,if you received this lovely little box,your name will pop up… I promise. The rules are pretty simple. There are only two. Rule number one: You listen. Rule number two: You pass it on. Hopefully,neither one will be easy for you. When you’re done listening to all thirteen sides-because there are thirteen sides to every story-rewind the tape,put them back in the box and pass them on to whoever follows your little tale. And you,lucky number thirteen,you can take the tapes straight to hell. Depending on your religion,maybe I’ll see you there. In case you’re tempted to break the rules,understand that I did make a copy of these tapes. These copies will be released in a very public manner if this package doesn't...
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...Each of them having a little smile covering their faces, telling their mothers and fathers about how much fun they had at school today. There is one little girl I see across from me, running into her father's arms. She was squealing and wiggling in her father's arms as he tickled her through her light jacket. The scene makes me smile a bit. I remember having that connection with my father once. Only once. It was the same day my mother walked out on us. It was the same night my older sister walked out too, leaving me and him. My dear sweet...
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...Research Project Dr. Fall Quarter 2015 Interview Transcript Justin: What is your name? Bridget: Bridget Skvarna. Justin: What is your position here at Cal Poly Pomona? Bridget: I am a Senior Accountant. Justin: So what does that entail? Bridget: I am involved in financial reporting to the State of California, to the Chancellor’s Office for the CSU system, and GAAP, I record investment income and reconciliation, I do special projects, and I do a lot of work to get the reporting accurate every month. Justin: What prompted you to be an accountant? Bridget: Well back in the 80s it was a process of elimination. I did not want to go into the medical field and I didn’t want to be an engineer. So that kind of took the sciences of the table. And I didn’t want to be an English teacher. So that left me with business. When I was in college we had four business majors. It was known accounting was the hardest, then finance, then marketing, and then management. My dad suggested to me, “Why don’t you go with accounting? Start high and if you need to drop down then drop down, but you will always be able to get a job with accounting.” And I like numbers and I’m good with numbers. Justin: Would you say your dad is a source of inspiration? Bridget: No, it was definitely not an inspired decision. It was a very logical and practical decision. Justin: That makes sense for an accountant, I’m not surprised. Have you been satisfied with your...
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...We have just arrived at my uncle's lake house.Im so excited to be here. Mom, Dad, Rachel, Sara and I are happy to see Justin and Clayton. They are our cousins. I'm so excited to be here so I think I’m going to run. The ride here took ages and ages . I've been waiting all week to come here. I can't wait till we have a lake house of our own. We can come down here all the time if we do. Mom can tell that i'm excited and that i'm going to try to run. Mom is a very smart woman. I am the fifth child so she knows exactly how children work. Mom says”Dont run.” But I don't listen to her.I take off running as fast as a cheetah . As I hit the first step I am falling. Past the trees I go. Mom yells “ Kristin! I told you not to run!” The steps are as...
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