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The effects of peer pressure on teenagers
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“If you look at me one more time, I’m going to slam your face into this locker.” He menaced. The gangly teenager stood in his plaid jacket with disheveled hair in front of Samuel. Samuel stood in a daze, his mouth was dry; he felt powerless to Rob. Rob was conniving, always knew what to say to get away with whatever he did. While this was going on, a nice dressed administrator walked by. He glanced at Samuel, but he had errands from the principal to meet deadlines; he didn’t stop. Rob continued to threaten him; eventually they were alone in the hall. He snatched Samuel’s hand and with a flick of his wrist twisted him around until his face made a sickening thwack against the cool dull metal of the locker. Samuel was just a boy in high school. He was bright, intelligent and every bit as kind as any person should be. However, he was slightly handicapped. When he was eight years old he developed three brain tumors. He had to have multiple surgeries to remove the tumors, but they ultimately impaired his thinking and made him slower to react. But Samuel never knew a stranger and would give...
When Butch was nine years old, his mother sent him away with a quarter and told him never to come back. He rode the subway for days, until he was picked up by the police and taken to court. This was in August 1950, he was sent to the Children’s Center. It would be the beginning of a lifetime of institutions for Butch. Butch had to learn at a young age to defend himself. To be the toughest kid in the institution. He had to strike first or he would get hurt. He was all he had. His mother did not want him. He learned early “that a willingness to fight was essential to survival.” (1) Butch became hard to handle at the Children’s Center. He was then sent to Wiltwyck, another institution for boys. “Wiltwick had become nationally renowned school, officiall...
The motion picture A Few Good Men challenges the question of why Marines obey their superiors’ orders without hesitation. The film illustrates a story about two Marines, Lance Corporal Harold W. Dawson and Private First Class Louden Downey charged for the murder of Private First Class William T. Santiago. Lieutenant Daniel Kaffee, who is known to be lackadaisical and originally considers offering a plea bargain in order to curtail Dawson’s and Downey’s sentence, finds himself fighting for the freedom of the Marines; their argument: they simply followed the orders given for a “Code Red”. The question of why people follow any order given has attracted much speculation from the world of psychology. Stanley Milgram, a Yale psychologist, conducted an experiment in which randomly selected students were asked to deliver “shocks” to an unknown subject when he or she answered a question wrong. In his article, “The Perils of Obedience”, Milgram concludes anyone will follow an order with the proviso that it is given by an authoritative figure. Two more psychologists that have been attracted to the question of obedience are Herbert C. Kelman, a professor at Harvard University, and V. Lee Hamilton, a professor at the University of Maryland. In their piece, Kelman and Hamilton discuss the possibilities of why the soldiers of Charlie Company slaughtered innocent old men, women, and children. The Marines from the film obeyed the ordered “Code Red” because of how they were trained, the circumstances that were presented in Guantanamo Bay, and they were simply performing their job.
Consequently, Andy’s soul withered further into hopelessness as each and every person who came to his rescue, turned their backs on him. Through a final desperate ambition, Andy broke free of the bonds that were pinning him down: “If it had not been for the jacket, he wouldn’t have been stabbed. The knife had not been plunged in hatred of Andy. The knife only hated the purple jacket. The jacket was a stupid, meaningless thing that was robbing him of his life. He lay struggling with the shiny wet jacket. Pain ripped fire across his body whenever he moved. But he squirmed and fought and twisted until one arm was free and the other. He rolled away from the jacket and layed quite still, breathing heavily, listening to the sound of his breathing and the sounds of rain and thinking: Rain is sweet, I’m Andy”. In these moments, Andy finally overcame his situation, only in a way not expected by most. Such depicted scenes are prime examples of human nature at it’s worst, as well as the horrors that lay within us. However, these events, although previously incomprehensible by his limited subconscious, led to a gradual enlightenment of the mind and heart. Furthermore, the experiences taught him
Carol A. Senf uses a critical theory lens when she picks apart Bram Stoker’s Dracula. The majority of literary critics interpret this popular myth to be the opposition of good and evil, they turn a blind eye to the more specifically literary matters such as method of narration, characterization, and style. Carol Senf’s critical essay “Dracula: the Unseen Face in the Mirror” she believes that Stokers novel “revolves, not around the conquest of Evil by Good, but on the similarities between the two” (Senf 421). Her argument is as follows:
Ten year old August Pullman --or as his friends and family call him, Auggie-- required several reconstructive surgeries as a young child because he was born with Treacher-Collins syndrome, a rare craniofacial deformity. Because of this, Auggie has never been able to go to a public school and has been home schooled up until fifth grade. A month before school, Auggie and his mother go on a tour of Beecher Prep, where he meets three students; Charlotte, Jack Will and Julian. On Auggie’s tour with student’s, Julian makes very rude comments regarding his face and the other kids chide him for that. On the first day of school, Auggie realiz...
As Charles Dixon walked in his office he was thinking about what other fun things he should do to punish the students at good ole Merced High. As you could see Mr. Dixon is the commander, leader, or just as we call it today, a principal. After the war that happen between the students and the staff there as been a lot more strictness to the school rules. Ever since I left this school its basically been more like a public military school. Your probably wondering why I’m not at Merced High School well, I got kicked out. I was walking with my disc man to my class and all electronics must be off when the bells ring infuriately there happen to be a sniper on the west wing of the campus and has soon as the clock struck 8:20, they shot me! Right on my ear. I only didn’t go to the hospital I got kicked out for being tardy and I lost 30% percent of my hearing on my left ear!
She didn’t wake up every morning, happy to go to the school and learn more things, instead she felt terrified wondering what was going to happen to her. Some days were not as bad like the others but there was some days that Melba could've really got hurt but she always found a way out without getting too injured. Kids just kept taunting her every moment of the day and the worst part was the teachers didn’t do anything about it. Even though they know she is a child too and that they should care that because she could get badly hurt and it would be the teacher's fault because they didn’t do anything about it or to stop
“What crime do you believe you committed?” I asked the insane man. I was in my office with him, patiently waiting for an answer that I knew wouldn’t be true. This man had killed another man. I didn’t know either of their names, and I didn’t have any other information about this man other than that he was a caregiver to an old man with a cataract. I was determined to find out more about this man and if he needed any special care.
The teacher walked to the front of the room with her book in hand and as she got closer to the front, Paul got lower in his seat. He knew what was coming next; it was time for the class to read the next chapter. The teacher would start reading and then call on different students to read as they moved through the chapter. This scared Paul right down to his toes. He had read in front of the class before, but it was what followed after class that worried him the most. The taunts from the other students like “retard” or “are you stupid or what?” This type of relentless teasing would continue until gym class where he could hold his own ground again. He did not have any problems in gym; class he was good at sports and liked to play. The reason that Paul has so much trouble reading is because he has Dyslexia.
Chen. Another teacher followed up, he was the 6th graders’ PE teacher I suppose. I stood back up, and I wiped off the little blood coming out of the wound on my lip created by the 6th grader’s scratches while he was on the ground. Mr. Chen took me and my classmates aside, he asked: “What happened over there?” One of my friends answered: “ We were playing basketball at the court first, then they came, and want us to leave the court for them to play. Michael refused, so he punched him, and they just got in a fight.” “Michael,” he then turned to me, “ Even though it is just self-defensing, but you could’ve just run and find me to solve the problem, and you won’t get hurt, why didn’t you do that?” I looked into his eyes, and I said determinately: “I can’t be a coward in his memory, I have to show him what I got, so he won’t try to bully me next time I see him in this class. Plus, a man won’t run from a fight.” At the end, I did not get in trouble for fighting, and those 6th graders have never mess with me again.
For this book report on The Samaritans Dilemma by Deborah Stone will consist of two chapters I am going to talk about chapters 2,4. I will talk about what Stone was trying to say in the chapters and either if I will agree or disagree with what she has to say or if I can actually be in the middle of the argument and be for it as well as against it. I will as well be providing information from the book The American Welfare State by Brian Glenn to show why I favor a side in the dilemma Stone is talking about. Seven Bad Arguments Against Help In chapter two Stone tries to cover objections that people have against the welfare state. In the first argument she goes on and talks about that by helping people it makes them more dependent on other people
It’s 11:10 at Columbine High School. Two senior boys get out of their cars, each carrying a bulky, black duffel bag over his shoulder. One of the boys with spiky hair innocently waves to a cluster of pretty blonde girls. Nine minutes later gunshot fire pierces the air. A young girl, eating lunch with her friend, dies instantly when one of the killers’ bullets enters her skull. A teacher, after having saved as many students as possible, is reunited with his family and friends. With tears streaming down their faces, they ask him how he could have possibly survived, but it is as if the questions just bounce right off him. He cannot respond and he feels numb to the world around him. He is a victim of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.
Another male teacher and I made sure all of our “students” had evacuated the Madison Room, and we brought up the rear of the second batch of sixty kids. Suddenly, a male chaperone from a Catholic high school class that had also been staying at the Tyson’s Corner motel came running over to us, screaming the larynx out of his throat.
“He’s waking up,” Said one of the men whose voice was hoarse. Then the man started laughing. It wasn’t a pleasant and happy laugh. This laugh promised pain, lots and lots of pain. Shawn shuddered fearfully before he was grabbed by the neck painfully. The other man was the one who had grabbed him for Shawn heard that horrific laugh again from right in front of him.
We listened as Mrs. DeCostia enumerated the names of those involved. “Kat, Tara, Kelly, Alexis, Rob, Joe, Matt, and John.” She announced with annoyance. How is it that all my friends got in trouble for the greatest prank in Fairfield’s 75 year history, but my name was left off that prestigious list? I watched my friend’s proud faces as they walked to the front of the room and I laughed as I heard Matt say “So you caught the people, who perfectly reconstructed your room on the roof of the school, but you will never know who the genius behind it was, and as long as that stays a secret, we’ve done our job.” Then Mrs. DeCostia grabbed him by the shirt collar and dragged him outside. Soon there was a wave of people standing and clapping for their hero, the only person to show Mrs. DeCostia what a horrible person she really was. Apparently since my name had been left off the list, they had no intention of revealing it. But still I got the greatest prize of all, even better than being called up there with them: knowing that it was my idea to take every item out of her room and put it on the roof. There was a loud slamming of the door and soon the classroom fell silent. “Whose idea was it?” shouted Mrs. DeCostia. She was answered by silence. “I’ll ask one more time: Whose idea was it?” She said, speaking ever so slowly to ensure he understood. This time she was answered by a deep voice that could only be recognized as John’s. “You’re never gonna know so you might as well give up now.” “Oh, I will find out and when I do that person will be expelled! Now who is it?” Then in a voice that always seemed to say “What are you looking at?” Kat said “Listen lady, I don’t know who you think your dealing with but you’re never gonna know. We’re like...