For a half hour, every school day, for a few months, I was really happy. A friend and I would go to the drainpipe, and we would sit, talk, eat our lunches, and listen to my walkman. It was the perfect place: It was quiet, beautiful, and it was full of peace. It didn't matter whether it was cold or hot, somehow you didn't feel anything sitting on that drainpipe. You would feel the wind on your face, and it made your face cold, but inside, you felt warm and cozy, and you almost felt like you couldn't be harmed. There was something magical about the drainpipe. Maybe it was the fact that nobody was around except the two of us, and we were tiny compared to the long grass surrounding us. Then again, it could just been the freedom of knowing that we were listening to the walkman that was banned from school, and we weren't getting caught. What ever it was, it doesn't matter because analyzing something takes away the feeling it gives when you think about it. It was just a great place, and it made me happy, and I don't know why. That makes it better in a way, just knowing that it had that power. Everyday, I would meet with a friend at the drain-pipe. That is until a teacher found us and told us that because we didn't have any adult supervision, we couldn't eat there anymore. It felt terrible. I wanted to stay there. I had always thought that adult supervision was outdated by the time we were this old. We had come to this place to get away from adults and all the other P.C. people in this world, and now we had to join them again. At lunch time, I wander now, using the tape player in any open classroom and get into screaming matches with people, it's all just little kid fun anyway. Lunchtime isn't the same anymore. I wish the teacher had never found us. Even to this day, I go to the drainpipe.
...ould hear the creeks soothing sound, the doves calling as dusk approached. The beautiful sound of wild turkeys gobbling in the spring. All the faces of my loved ones came flooding back to me. I couldn't wait to get home!
where it was going to end. I didn’t know what i was going to do with my life. I felt like I
Individuals resist change because they fear what will happen to them. Members of individual impediments to change have been uncovered through research conducted in organizational settings.
• Mishima, Yukio. The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea. Trans. John Nathan. New York: Alfred A. Knopf, Inc., 1965.
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the darkened and starry sky above. Silence surrounded me as I took a glimpse at the deserted park before me. Memories bombarded my mind. As a young girl, the park was my favourite place to go. One cold winter’s night just like tonight as I looked upon the dark sky, I had decided to go for a walk. Wrapped up in my elegant scarlet red winter coat with gleaming black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick leggings as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur which kept my feet cozy.
Prevention of resistance is most effective when implementing change. Preventing the weight of inertia in a workplace allows the change to happen in a timely manner with minimal problems. As Lee (2004) emphasizes, leaders have the ability to effect change and performance. If someone is accountable for outcomes and poor habits, outcomes will improve. The manager must show a caring attitude over the process of change and welcome any positive innovation. This caring attitude will become contagious to the employees working under him and become a priority to them as well. Approaching the change in an accepting, open-minded manner can decrease the vulnerability and frustration associated with change. How the change is presented can make the biggest difference in the outcome of the change. The manager must show that blaming will be avoided at all costs. One will only ask why, not who, to avoid the feeling of belittlement. This can allow employees to become comfortable with voicing their opinions and mistakes, which can allow an even greater range of improvement. The manager must also encourage...
was warm and steamy. I was tan and happy. My dad, my two sisters and I
slammed the front door shut, and screamed at the top of my lungs ‘I hate it here,
so I had to go back to camp so I could get something in my stomach. At camp, there was
place I would have to go to before and after school. I have always loved my
The sun was still below the horizon but the clouds above the mountains were tainted the color of pomegranates. Around me the shadows seemed empty. I tried not to look into the brush as I walked down the driveway. I had stopped before, looking to see the back of the shadows; staring hard, only to have them retreat from my eyes indefinitely. Invisible birds called from within. Their sound followed me down the driveway and onto the road.
I think we all have a beautiful place in our mind. I have a wonderful place that made me happy a lot of times, years ago. But sometimes I think that I am the only person who likes this place and I'm asking myself if this place will be as beautiful as I thought when I will go back to visit it again. Perhaps I made it beautiful in my mind.
The entire family got together and it was always a last minute thing but no matter what was going on we all decide we would go up to County Park Lake to have family time. There would be my grandma and my Aunts and Uncles and their kids when we pulled up to the parking lot. Under the shade trees the women would be sitting trying to stay cool and the older men of the family stand around a grill they would be sitting up the charcoal pyramid to lite to start grilling the food while the kids where at the tot lot playing the equipment you could hear the laughter of the kids playing . Also the mean talking about which is the best way to grill. The women would be laughing at the guys arguing over which way was bett...
Change can be chaotic, unpredictable, and inevitable. Although some people spend their entire lives avoiding change and going through the same routine I embrace change with a smile. If everything stayed the same then my life would be so much different. Without change this would limit personal development and success and there would be no need to have goals in life. Change is not just an action, but it is the consequences of actions. Change comes from loving someone and being let down, going somewhere new, saying goodbye to someone you love, and above