In The Cay Philip’s character reveals that through many conflicts, he developed independence, open-mindedness, and being able to work on his own. Philip demonstrates independence after experiencing blindness as evidenced in the novel when he was able to survive after Timothy’s death. In the beginning of the novel, Philip demonstrates being helpless when he fell into the shark infested water, and Timothy had to risk his life in order to save him. In chapter 6, on page 53, he states in his mind, “I
easily obtained that all one needs to generally do is cut and paste information and never give credit where credit is due. As one author notes, "With a few clicks of the mouse, students simply can cut and paste' the information they need" (Olson, 2005; 17A). In light of these things it seems that ethics in education is taking on a different focus in ensuring students learn about the importance of ethics in education. Simply because the information is everywhere and readily available does not mean
Eulogy for Daughter My Dear Charity, Where do I start? How do I begin a farewell when I still can't believe you're gone? How do I say goodbye to a part of my soul? The day you were born I felt this indescribable love. One I had never known before. From the beginning of your life I never knew I could have a love that was so strong. When you were an infant I told people how great you were and they said, "Yeah, but wait until she is two." When you were two I told people how great you
Humorous Wedding Speech by an Old Friend of the Groom Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen Let me first say that the bridesmaids look absolutely smashing today, and only rightly outshone by our bride, Pamela. And, I'm sure you'll agree with me gentlemen, today is a sad day for single men, as another beauty leaves the available list. And ladies, I'm sure you'll agree that today's passing by without much of a ripple. I've known Robert for the best part of twenty years and of course there are
A Life Changing Moment - Short Story Blood splattered high on the walls from the force of the blows. Even though the screams of the two children had long since ceased, Linda kept stabbing and slashing, her breath rasping in her throat from the effort entailed, only as her strength began to wane and her mental state start to alter did she slowly become aware that she and the room were covered in nauseating, thick scarlet red blood and in the distance of her darkness she could hear the echoing
It is probably a mistake that I am standing here giving a speech for graduation. In fact it is probably a mistake that I am even graduating from this school at all -- believe me, just as most people in this class I have tested the limits of attendance, of sleeplessness, and of procrastination. At the beginning of my high schooling, I was even testing dropping out ... and if that wasn't a mistake, I don't know what was. After four years of Starr altering our minds, it seemed most fitting for me to
What are Friends for ? "Oh god What has happened to you" she asked. " He slapped me" "What do you mean he slapped you, what happened" again she asks. "I told him that our relationship wasn't going anywhere and I thought it was best for us to go our separate ways" "Is this the first time this has happened to you" another question she asks. "You know I never keep anything from you but this is the one thing I thought I could sort out my self" I told her all the aspects of my relationship
Response to Trifles by Susan Glaspell The play “Trifles” by Susan Glaspell is type of murder mystery that takes place in the early 1900’s. The play begins when the sheriff Mr. Peters and county attorney Mr. Henderson come to attempt to piece together what had happen on the day that Mr. Wright was murder. While investigating the seen of the murder, they are accompanied by the Mr. Hale, Mrs. Hale and Mr. Peters. Mr. Hale had told that Mrs. Wright was acting strange when he found her in the kitchen
Gorgias, Socrates, and Justice When a person’s back is against the wall and the stakes are the highest, how should they handle the pressure? When the lines between right and wrong become so blurred, how is one to know what is the ethical choice in the matter? Imagine being accused of first degree murder, a crime in which you did not commit. However, the evidence against you is stacked so high, it seems you do not have a chance. Your lawyer says he could have you acquitted, but in order to
Dear Anthony, It has taken me awhile to write this letter. Please read it with care and understand that much thought went into it. I miss the way we used to be. I wish with all my heart that there was some way we could go back to the days where your eyes beheld me as the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, when your heart felt more alive in my presence, when the thought of me kept you warm on a cold night. I still feel that way about you. I know that I am the one to blame for letting
In the short story Cradle Hold by David Klass, a very young boy named Duke possesses many feminine qualities, such as preferring dolls over guns or books over the outdoors. Duke’s father Harry is very uncomfortable about this. He tries everything he can think of to change his son, But nothing works. Eventually Duke gets a girlfriend. Harry is very happy but far from pleased. One day Duke decides to try out for wrestling to make his father happy. Duke makes the team as an substitute. Harry travels
Two Kingdoms Snow still has been falling from the sky in the little town of Coventry since the day started. The little orphanage from the crossroads was almost buried in snow, but the kids were excited. They have never seen so much snow in their entire lives. You could’ve heard their laughs from a mile. They quickly started to build a snowman, to ride their sleigh or have a snowball fight. All the kids were outside playing, but a little girl of seven, with fair and wavy hair, down on her shoulders
Everybody has their own strengths and weaknesses. It is up to the person to better himself or herself. Some of my strengths are that I am intelligent and currently very advanced in math. This strength is a weakness for most people. However, for me it comes to me very easily. I am very fast thinking and fast to understand things, it does not take me a long time at all to learn a new skill or idea. Ever since I was a child I was more advanced in my class than any other student. Another one of my
When I met her, I was at a 7-11 buying a chocolate bar because I had been driving all night and I needed to snack on something to keep myself awake. It was cold and she walked in with her long, frizzy brown hair speckled with snow and her bright blue eyes open wide like windows to a clear sky. She didn’t bother looking at me but instead dug around through the chips. I watched her, fascinated. A single question burned through me. “Sir? Your change?” I glanced to the cashier behind me, who looked tired
Toni Cade Bambera's short story “Gorilla, My Love” displays Hazel’s first experience with unrequited love. The author narrates a story about the way children overanalyze misrepresentations of the truth. Throughout the story, Hazel talks about different instances of when she thought she was being lied to. When Jefferson shows Hazel and Jason some pictures of his girlfriend, it triggers a flashback for her. Hazel felt betrayal throughout the story although there was no real betrayal, it was only her
The name - is Audriyana Reyes. I know I know. Humongous first name and tiny last name. Weirdest combination ever. That’s exactly why I insist everyone call me Yana. Yana Reyes. Easy and simple even though my life is anything but that. Anyway, moving on from names, I should mention that I’m no ordinary person blabbering about unimportant stuff. If you’re not smart, (and I mean it), I highly suggest you stop reading this RIGHT THIS INSTANT. I, and the rest of my league, come from an extraordinary
I hadn’t meant to stay the night, wanted to avoid the dreaded morning after, but I must’ve fallen asleep at some point because I woke to the smell of bacon and peppers so strong it was like they were coming straight through the hand-carved gaps Ms. Laughlin’s ornate rosewood headboard. I checked the clock—9:30 a.m. Save for my annual two week vacations I hadn’t slept in that late on a weekday since college. I guess being unemployed, or in Ms. Laughlin’s case unemployed and divorced, had its upside
There she sat, precisely three feet away from me. Her eyes glistened in the sunlight peeping in through the window. I will tell you the truth. She was the most perfect person I have ever seen. The way her spine curved around the seat of the chair. The way she carefully held the mug of coffee in her hand. The way her luscious curly locks hung over her shoulders and the way she would tuck the loose strands behind her ears. The perfect way she lipped the words of the newspaper. The noise of the coffee
Imagine your inner child waking up one day after a long time. You open your eyes after dark nine months. You are not used to light or sond. It's cold. Than giant two hands take you to a warm place with a heart beat sound. It's cosy. You just remebered you heard that sound before. You are at peace. A slightest sound upsets you, but comforting smell of skin calms you down. The world you first saw through shapes is starting to have colors and dimensions. Your eyes and hans are starting to explore.
"You can play with that Rubix cube all you want, but the outcome will remain the same, H," L told me. It was only a few days after we had reached Arizona, and long after I had finished the puzzle. "Yes, but I'm trying to beat my time of ten seconds," I answered, twisting the cube to make it into a rainbow of colors before turning it back into its completed form. L, who sat in the chair next to mine, alerted me, "The conference at the ICPO has started. You might want to pay attention. I'll have