M. Fluffington Afternoon, 12:05: they are told the mission and figure it was a tsunami appearing at random locations. Afternoon, 12:11: they get weapon gadgets. Afternoon, 12:20: they go to Tim Hortons for lunch, then start the missions. Afternoon, 23:30: they visit one of the locations. That night in bed, I heard a scream. It was our favourite neighbour. My mom, Lucy, came to tell me everything was fine. My dad went to investigate, for the fact that he was the head of The Police Society. I went to bed, but I still couldn’t sleep, so all I could do was wait till morning. Morning finally arrived. All that time, it felt like being locked up in jail forever! I got ready for school. Usually M. Fluffington and Blisa would come to me at the stairs, but today, only Blisa showed up. Well, M. Fluffington likes adventure. She might have gone to The Police Society with Dad. I didn’t have breakfast because Mom wasn’t there, so I just went to school with Blisa. …show more content…
I told them about the attack; they were already writing everything I told them. You know, I love my friends, but sometimes, I think they go a bit over— Anyway, during chemistry class, I had to make an excuse. This crime thing was really getting me stuck. After I got out of class, my girls and I went to my house. My dad was there. I asked if M. Fluffington came to The Police Society with
For the location of my naturalistic observational study I chose a public park with a splash pad which I frequently visit with my daughter. Since this site is quite popular with locals at any given time of the day there are at least over a dozen people present. As the park is designed for the entertainment of children the age group of the people varies. There are young children accompanied by their parents and grandparents as well as teenagers in groups. Therefore the above discussed park proved to be the greatest preference for me to observe the behavior of people in a natural setting.
Thinking about normal social interactions and normal social behaviors, I think of comfortable. When I sit down with a friend, a usual routine is followed, “Hey, how are you, what’s new?” (e.g. My turn, your turn). These questions between my friend and I include eye contact, attention, and facial expression. Usually, I feel that I give my friend my undivided attention. Other normal characteristics include: remembering what the person has just said so a comment can be made, as well as each comment is appropriate and in relation to the current topic. Moreover, the duration between each question or comment is short.
Observational learning is a type of learning that is done by observing the actions of others. It describes the process of learning by watching others, retaining what was learned, and
It was a Wednesday evening at 4:00 pm. I started my shift with two of my partners. As we were goofing around at 3:30 am about midnight, a sudden rang came from the phone as I answered, it was a civilian, he said, a shriek at been heard in the next house. We got our jacket and rushed there with my comrades. As we arrived at the address, we knocked at the street door, I noticed that the house is long established. A young man opened the rusty door, his hair was sticking out of his head. And his bloodshot eyes stared at me. Finally, we introduced with a clear refinement, as officers of the police. The reason, we are here is a shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night and we are here to investigate the premises. The man kindly bade us
A lady walks into the store huddled over, fidgeting with every move while looking over her shoulder as if someone is watching her. A juvey cop yells “ Ma’am” she freezes in her spot, looking for every possible way to escape. But she stays place and turns around with a smile “ Yes officer?”
I pulled up to the front door of the two story house that glowed with the orange and yellow sunset behind it. With every slow step I took the thought of the Spencer and Lauren not liking me became more surreal. They were only two and four, but somehow their opinion mattered a lot to me. I got to the front door step and I admired the bright purple and red tulips that were flourishing in the lawn, and all of a sudden the door swung open. “You are early,” my future boss, Jennifer said with a surprised look on her face. I had not noticed, but she was right, I was twenty minutes early. When we met at the Arlington Heights Memorial Library she mentioned that she was always running late and that is was something she needed to work on.
It was finally the first day of school; I was excited yet nervous. I hoped I would be able to make new friends. The first time I saw the schools name I thought it was the strangest name I’ve ever heard or read, therefore I found it hard to pronounce it in the beginning. The schools’ floors had painted black paw prints, which stood out on the white tiled floor. Once you walk through the doors the office is to the right. The office seemed a bit cramped, since it had so many rooms in such a small area. In the office I meet with a really nice, sweet secretary who helped me register into the school, giving me a small tour of the school, also helping me find
Eff was absolutely certain that if she didn’t get this mission right, she was to be beheaded. She’d never heard of the royal family to be very lenient, so if this person she had to save had even a scratch, she was sure to be a goner.
"Favorite food!" Sam pounces the question at me from behind, as we balance along a beam on the North Light park.
As sweat dripped down my face and the sun burned my skin red, I felt the pressure of the situation. It was the championship game in a college showcase tournament. For the past 3 days, my team played countless hours of softball, beating every opponent. This tournament was not only a testament to the “best of the best”, but also, a personal vendetta. The other team is summed up as our cross town rivals; as both are based out of Sparta, NJ.
“Angelina I beg of you, please eat the kibbles,” I plead to her as she lays restless with tired eyes and immense stubbornness on the rug closest to the door, refusing to be anywhere near cooperative.
It was late December and the only person who was awake in the Lake family was Tom. Tom was an early riser and the latest he has ever slept in was about nine thirty and he slowly sat up when he woke up. All at once it registered, it was christmas. Tom was on his feet and was running to the living room to open the presents. Toms house is small for a family of four but it works. Tom's room was in the upstairs corner of the house and was the farthest away from the living room. He ran down the stairs thinking about all of the things that he would get. The one thing that he wanted the most was a new two wheeled red huffy bike. Even though he could not ride it but he wanted to be cool to say he had a two wheeled bike. When he got to the bottom of
Lonesome in the corner, a small boy stood. Although very observant and obviously shy, he looked sad, no one around him, talking, playing or otherwise. I went to him and said: “Hi, my name’s Callie, what's yours?” “I... I... I’m Evan.” he stuttered in response. “Well, Evan, nice to meet you. Would you feel up to going in the middle of the room and meeting some people with me?” I asked. His eyes glistened, but not a word came out, only a small gesture of a nod.
the ability to control one's feelings and overcome one's weaknesses; the ability to pursue what one thinks is right despite temptations to abandon it.
My childhood started out with my grandparents. My mom had to work on the other side of the island so my grandma and grandpa were my temporary mom and dad for while. Living with my grandparents was a blast, I ventured through the forest with my grandpa, shopped for clothes with my grandma and attended routined meetings with both of them. There wasn't wifi at my grandparent's house at the time so on my spare time I liked to grab sticks from the storage house to give to my grandpa so he can make swords out of them, I loved to play with swords.