...old, My parents took me to Universal Studios for the very first time. Long lines, laughter, and cries of excitement were everywhere. And then, after I took a good look at all the fun rides and souvenir stores I knew we could’ve gone to, my parents took me to the horror house. I was so scared I could’ve peed in my pants. Upon reaching got to the horror house, the line was long enough to where it could be an excuse not to go, but my parents went on with it. The screams coming from the beginning alone were hair raising. Then, after an hour of waiting, it was my turn. Ahhh! I couldn’t tell what was making everyone scream, my eyes were shut, and when I reopened them, a big scary thing with bleeding eyes and a bloodcurdling roar was trying to escape from a straitjacket. At this point, I was crying, screaming, and doing whatever else a five year old in a horror house does. Up next, oh, I couldn’t tell, I was only five, but I do remember the maniac with a chainsaw. He was wearing one of those masks with the holes and his chainsaw sounded like it needed lubrication. That shriek made the hair stand on the back of my neck. The next room smelled like gunpowder. What room would...
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...pools The mud lark and the singing frog Are happy, are happy Thinking they're in the sea. When autumn comes, The hills and dales turn red The mud lark and the singing frog Craning their necks above, Must think of the hills are on fire. The Tame Bird and the Free Bird by: Rabindranath Tagore THE tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest. They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate. The free bird cries, 'O my love, let us fly to the wood.' The cage bird whispers, 'Come hither, let us both live in the cage.' Says the free bird, 'Among bars, where is there room to spread one's wings?' 'Alas,' cries the caged bird, 'I should not know where to sit perched in the sky.' The free bird cries, 'My darling, sing the songs of the woodlands.' The cage bird sings, 'Sit by my side, I'll teach you the speech of the learned.' The forest bird cries, 'No, ah no! songs can never be taught.' The cage bird says, 'Alas for me, I know not the songs of the woodlands.' There love is intense with longing, but they never can fly wing to wing. Through the bars of the cage they look, and vain is their wish to know each other. They flutter their wings in yearning, and sing, 'Come closer, my love!' The free bird cries, 'It cannot be, I fear the closed doors of the cage.' The cage bird whispers, 'Alas, my wings are powerless and...
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...The moment I first received the baby I felt nervous and dreaded the weekend because I wanted to sleep and get all my homework caught up but I knew that was not going to happen. But during the couple days of having the baby it wasn’t so bad after all. When I turned in the baby on Monday I felt relieved to actually get sleep and get caught up with all my work that was due and needed to be finished. Also I am glad to have realized that at this age I would not make a good mom because balancing time between a baby and school work is a challenge. The RealCare Baby was like caring for a real baby because it would cry and sleep at random time and never knowing when it would go off. Another reason is how it would wake you up in the...
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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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... 4/1/12 Dear Diary~ July 23, 1942 Today was a very intense day for me. I can't begin to explain the situation I was put into. Myself and my younger brother Joey were playing when we were supposed to be working near our barn this morning when I thought I heard a cry. I ignored it, but it kept coming back. It was so faint that I didn't think anything of it. Maybe it was an animal somewhere, I thought? Anyways, we kept on playing, trying not to get caught because we weren't doing our chores. If we were caught not doing our chores than we would be sent inside to do housework with mom, and everyone knows, housework with mom is torture. Anyways, it was way too nice outside to be stuck inside doing work. It must be in the 90's today. The cry that I was hearing grew louder and louder. The cries turned into sobs and I heard the words mommy and daddy. I then knew, somebody was in the barn. They couldn't have been much older than me by the sound of their voice. Yet I was still scared. This was very unusual. Not everyday do you hear cries coming from your barn. Instead of running to get daddy, I made Joey go in first He's six years old. A year younger than me. I'm a lot braver than him but today think I was a little chicken to find out who was in the barn. To our surprise, a girl to have looked to be about my age, wearing a dirty blue and white striped uniform. She didn"t have any shoes on, her hair was a mess. Dirt had stained her face and her face was as puffy as...
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...Woman Cried Written by KyuSe7en501 Note: Forgive me if I ain’t good in writing. T_T Twenty- fourth of January a woman appeared before my eyes. She was crying, really, really hard. I didn’t know what to do, I was at a total loss of words. Since then, I started wondering why women cry; are they just fond of crying, or, do they cry for something men don’t understand? As a man myself I want to know the answer. Not that I love to interfere with their sorrows but I just want to have my curiosity get answered. Do they cry for no reason? Some people say women are beyond emotional. They cry because their hearts are soft, they also waste tears because they are partly weak, in comparison with men. I thought those were enough for me to get my mouth closed. I thought those were the best answers for my questions. But then I realized I could discover it myself, and learn things up through women. Months have passed since the day I found that woman crying; I finally got to see her again in a restaurant. She wasn’t crying at all, nor was she sad. She was all smiling --- so beautifully. Her wide smile made my heart filled with wonderfulness; She also had her hair pony tailed which made her long slender neck appear publicly. Those assets were so nice to see that I wanted to talk to her and get to know her better. She was so beautiful like a goddess. Upon my amazement followed the complete sense of surprise. A man, with a child by his side, got an appearance toward the woman, sitting alone for...
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...day home with first my newborn. However, apart from the overwhelming excitement part of having my baby home, the rest did not happen as I expected or at least planned ahead. I always try to be organized and well-prepared; things should be exact. But now the baby comes first. I can’t imagine leaving him just for a minute to do other errands. My mom always told me “Your life will change when your baby arrives”. I did not really believe her at the time, but now I guess she was right. In my eyes, my baby is the most wonderful and precious thing in the world I have ever received. Not even the first birthday present, which was a bike I had long wished for, I got from my parents on my 6-years-old birthday can be compared. The very first moment I saw him in the delivery room when the mid-wife handed him to me, I could feel how much love coming from him holding him in my arms, and also how much love coming from my heart in return. However, dealing with his routine on a daily basis needs a lot of patience. I have to admit that, there are times where my patience is tested. There are times when I feel completely frazzled and annoyed. There are times I take my son for granted with the “work” and “worry”, and how much my tired body screams at me for a break. But I know I will never wish for anything else. I might know well that all a baby does is eat, poop, cry, and sleep. This sounds simple at first, but, turns out a challenging task when I actually deal with him on my own. It freaked me...
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...I've seen my friends leave school because their dad scolded them or because they got a bad note. Some want to forget about these problems, which last a long time in their homes and resort to drugs and do not care anything. For them, life is dark, full of thorns and obstacles. They feel that their life is against you and that your destiny is to suffer. They listen to music of complaints and depression, and they gather together to talk only about it. They already have formed a vision of the world and everything that happens to them they interpret it negatively, without hope. In my family we also have had strong problems, but we do not see the life as well. There is always humor, even in feathers. Sometimes you can have defeats in life but you...
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...slow second that passed, my already rushing adrenaline began to pump through my body faster and faster. With every breath, staying calm, and focused, felt like more of a struggle. Today was the day of cheerleading regionals, and to make my anxiety even worse, it was my senior year. So, this was it, my last chance. I walked into the huge, bright, and shiny gym that reeked of sweat and hotdogs. I didn’t pay to much attention to the already quick growing crowd of parents, friends, teachers and other supporters. My eyes were stuck on the big, blue mats right in the middle of the shiny floors. It was all so real, the last four years of hard practice and conditioning all for this last chance. To achieve the dream I’ve had since age 10. I wanted to go to sates. I went to see my team who were all dressed in long sleeve orange and black uniforms with big bows on the top of their heads and shoes so white it hurts my eyes. Each one of my teammates couldn’t stop jumping around like little bunnies to try to keep their adrenaline at bay. They all were just as excited, but nervous as I was. For these next 3 minutes on the mat, we would become one for the last time, all of us moving together in perfect harmony. We walked into the hallway to wait for our turn; we all just watched each other move, not saying a word. It was finally our turn, everyone looked at me and all I can say is “This is it”. The next 3 minutes felt like 30, but when it was over I couldn’t help but cry. That was the last time...
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...was now or never. I try to shake the nerves off me. I was doing a good thing. I'm going to go down in history. I'll be the first person to set foot on Mars. I sigh and turn around. "I'm going to miss you so much" I say to my girlfriend, Abby. I see tears streaming down her face as her chest rises and falls with her shaky breaths. "Hey...hey don't cry" I whisper and wipe her tears away. It kills me to see her cry. "Please be strong. I need you to be strong. For me." "It's going to be the longest 8 months of my life" Abby whispers, her voice cracking during her sentence. "Me too, but every day you wake up, think that you are one day closer to seeing me. And remember that. Don't forget it." " I...
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...Action Item 3 RULES Modus Ponens 1) If p, then q. 2) p. ------------------- 3) Thus, q. If there is fire, then there is smoke. There is a fire, therefore, there is smoke 1) If there is fire, then there is smoke. 2) There is fire. _____________________________ 3) Therefore, there is smoke. F = There is fire S = There is smoke 1) →F→S 2) S ______________ 3) Therefore, F Modus Tollens 1) If p, then q 2) Not q ___________ 3) Thus, not p If I am sad, then I cry. I do not cry, therefore, I am not sad. 1) If I am sad, then I cry 2) I don’t cry ------------------------------------- 3) Thus, I am not sad. B = I am sad C = I cry 1) →B→C 2) ~C ----------------- 3) Thus, ~B Hypothetical Syllogism 1) If p, then q 2) If q, then r ______________________ 3) Thus, if p, then r If I do not get gas, then I cannot go to work. If I cannot go to work, then I will not get paid. Therefore, if I do not get gas, then I will not get paid. 1) If I do not get gas, then I cannot go to work. 2) If I do not work, then I will not get paid. --------------------------------------------------------- 3) Therefore, if I do not get gas, then I will not get paid. A = I get gas B = I can go to work C = I get paid 1) →~A→~B 2) →~B→~C ------------------------------- 3) →~A→~C Disjunctive...
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...What Is The Significance Of The Title Of The Novel ‘Roll Of Thunder Hear My Cry’? Mildred .D. Taylor wrote ‘Roll Of Thunder Hear My Cry’ in the 1970’s but she set the book in the 1930’s during the great depression in Mississippi. During this time segregation was the norm and violence towards non- white races was rife. This segregation was due to the American civil war between the north and south of the country. The title of the book comes from the Negro spiritual song sung back in slavery times to keep the morale of the slaves high. We hear Mr Morrison singing this in chapter 11 when he is on watch for the nightmen and the Wallaces. The lyrics say “whip in hand to beat me down but I aint gonna let him turn me round” this links to the theme of racial prejudice in the slavery times. This shows that the man is not just going to roll over and give up, but instead fight for his freedom. The phrase “ beat me down” also suggests that maybe the white man is not only beating him physically but mentally as well, putting the black man in his ‘place’. Another more recent act of defiance is when mama refuses to teach the racist white syllabus because she thinks it is not completely truthful and decides to teach her own version. One day, Harlan Granger, Kaleb Wallace, and another member of the school board come to Mama's class. They find how she has altered the textbooks to hide the word "negri" and they find her teaching "inappropriate" things. She is fired. This act of defiance towards...
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...Listening to Children Crying by Patty Wiper Listening to Children Crying When Your Child Begins to Cry In listening to parents over the years, I have learned a simple truth: parents want good lives for their children. We want our young ones to be happy, loved, respected and understood. We also want the chance to correct the mistakes our parents made with us. For most of us, these goals are far more difficult to achieve than we had imagined. We discover that loving and nourishing a child is complex work that challenges the hardiest grownup. Help is scarce as we juggle too much work, too little time, and the constant call of our children to “Come and play, Daddy!” and “Watch this, Mommy!” It’s no wonder, then, we become troubled when our children start to cry. To us, their crying often feels like parental failure. The scene is familiar: we are shuffling through the day in reasonably good spirits, balancing the children’s needs, our needs and that long mental list of things to be done. One of the children wants a cracker. When the box turns up empty he begins to cry. At this moment, our insides curdle. We become annoyed, worried, tired, exasperated. We try to stop him from crying. Our tactics might be to soothe him, to try to talk him into a cracker substitute, to point out his mistake in wanting crackers before dinner, or to scold him when he doesn’t stop crying over something so silly. We want the crying to stop so the hurt will go away. If we watch...
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...about two years of age and where this behavior comes from. When referenced to real life situations that I myself have witnessed, the personality traits of toddlers is more clearly understood. Toddlers previous months in life are the foundation of how they will begin to act when they reach the age of two years old. When children reach the age of two they tend to display personalities of being either shy or rambunctious. The lights start flickering on and off. It begins to thunder and lightning. The baby begins to blow smoke out of his breath. The Terrible Two's have begun. In an episode of Dinosaurs, a popular television show, this is the dramatization that is represented as the youngest child turns two. Although a bit theatrical, it is close to the truth when describing the behavior of a child who is two years of age. Or maybe it isn't? When children reach the age of two they tend to display personalities of being either shy or rambunctious. Socialization is the process of being taught to live in the human community. In the U.S. a survey was done and it discovered that by age two parents were expecting their children to "share," "sit at the table," "brush your teeth," and "don't disobey, bite or hit (Belsky)." Socialization begins to come on strong and pressure is added to toddlers to demonstrate adult like behavior. These kind of rules and directions would cause a toddler to have a tantrum or even become shy. Toddlers...
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...Word Count: 631 My Embarrassing Experience at the DMV When I walked outside of the DMV to my car, I looked at my friends embarrassed and disappointed. I never wanted to return there again. I walked back to the car in tears with my head down. I wanted to go back home, instead of going to school, and go lay in my bed to cry all day. I didn’t want to hear what my friends had to say, but I knew it was coming. “What happened girl?” “You will be ok!” “How many mistakes did you make?” “When do you have to come back?” My reply to every question was, “I don’t know, leave me alone!” This was an embarrassing situation for me. I never thought I would fail my first drivers test. I had 3 tests to take, the two written parts and actual driving test. First, I passed my two written parts and the actual driving tests (the signs test and written test). Then, I had to take the driving test. I was nervous, but also confident. I had never driven for a stranger before, but my instructor seemed to be nice. As we made it to the car, I kept getting nervous by the second. Next, I had to check the blinkers so my instructor could know they were working properly. After testing the blinkers, my instructor was ready for me to begin my test. I pulled out of the DMV, and was told to make a left turn and pull out onto the highway. So far I was doing great. My first stop sign was coming ahead. I was scared, but I did great making a complete stop. After I had been driving for a while, I saw my instructor writing...
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