Clap Jack Monologue

Clap Jack Monologue
After leaving Mr.Leroy behind for having a possible heart attack I commenced my journey with a
goal of liberating Mr. Leroyś family from slavery. I had to think long and hard about how I was
going to get nourishment as well as where I was going to sleep when night approached. It was a very
chilly evening and, the sky looked exceedingly dreary as I rode Flap–Jack down the dusty road. It
had been about 3 hours since I started riding. Then all of a sudden I heard a loud boom. I muttered
under my breath, looks like storms coming our way boy better find someplace where we can stay the
night. At that instant, I yanked on the rein that was connected to Flap–Jack's mouth and turned us
both around so that we were heading towards the woods. Before I had heard many cases of people in
Buxton and how they would go into the woods and, witness human beings living in light brown
bungalows. Afterward, they would come back and talk about how the homes looked pretty pleasant
to live in.Using all my clout I pulled on Flap–Jack's rein's which ... Show more content on
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So, I scurried away."
" Wow." I glanced at the picture again, and the boy looked just like me.
" Is that me?" Max took a long stare at me and then looked at the picture to see if the faces matched.
" Elijah, is it you?" Ma and pa had talked once about how I had an older brother but when I asked
questions about him they wouldn't answer. " Yes, it is." We gave each other a long hug and talked for
a while until the preacher called us in for lunch. I remembered when I heard the voice sounding
almost like a scream. I asked Max "Does anybody else live here?" as we walked down the hall.
"Yes, the owner but don't talk to the preacher about it."
"why?"
"He tied her up in the corner of a room and told me to never speak about her whenever guest came
around."
"We need to get her free."
"Okay but how?"
"First let's go
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Explosion: An Uncontrollation In Greek Myth
Who doesn't have a favorite constellation? I have found myself looking at the night sky for years
wondering this, and over these years I've found my favorite, though it may be cliché, this
constellation is Orion. I don't have many reasons for this and honestly I believe the main reason is
simply aesthetic preference. Another reason, however, is the Greek myth that goes with it. The
constellation itself is located on the celestial equator, simply the projection of earth's equator in
space, and can be seen throughout the world. It was named for the great hunter in Greek mythology,
and is one of the most recognized constellations in the world.
There are quite a few myths surrounding the constellation Orion, my favorite however states that
Orion was a mortal man who was gifted to the gods of Olympus. Because of this he was a great
hunter and spent his days taking down animals and monsters in sport, this drew the goddess
Artemis's eye and the two of them became close friends. Throughout this bond Artemis began to
forget her vows of eternal maidenhood and thought to marry Orion. Her brother Apollo wasn't
pleased and to combat this he pointed out Orion as he swam. Apollo then taunted Artemis, daring
she couldn't hit the unidentified item, and Artemis took the dare, killing Orion and out of respect for
her hunting partner she placed him in the sky to hunt with his dogs forever. ... Show more content on
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Orion would start off humble, excepting the gifts from the gods, and hunting beside Artemis and
over time he would begin to see himself as

Sky Sports Research Paper
If you couldn't access something before the internet you visited the library. If you can't access
something during the social media age you give up. The world is supposedly at your fingertips. That
statement couldn't be further from the truth. When your unable to watch multimedia content;
featuring your favorite football club the world feels small. If a recent GIF crawler trend grows, the
content will be gone for good.
Sky Sports appears to be extremely popular internationally. In the states the channel is impossible to
access. *By normal means*. It's absence leaves thousands of American Premier League fans in the
dark. Some Premier League fans have posted content on Vine. The reuse of the Sky Sports/ Premier
League content is good and ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Many of the distributors are, only regional. These restrictions alienate none local fans. It's extremely
difficult if not impossible to access the live content in the states. Archived content is insufficient
during matches.That's where historically gifs have come in. According to a ___ article Sky Sports
feels threatened by the gifs. The company has gone as far as creating crawlers capable of destroying
the gifs.
Many major multimedia companies are struggling to win the copyright battle. They no longer have
to only worry about newspaper content. The internet is overflowing with sports content. Many of the
major blog networks have been stealing photos for years. Their exclusiveness sparked the need for a
new tactic. Companies gained the ability to track culprits during the copyright war. Their robots are
capable of finding users who break the law.
The reuse of multimedia content became a major debate after the rise of social media. A major
participant in the debate is sports blogging Reusing the multimedia content is often illegal. The good
news is the leagues have increased the amount of accessible content; In order to profit and protect it.
This decision is good news for fans and bad news for bloggers. When video becomes controlled it's
a lose, lose

Essay on Hawaiian Navigation
Hawaiian Navigation
How did the Polynesians find their way to Hawaii, over two thousand miles from any other land?
Was it over population at home, or political turmoil? Whatever reason for leaving these people used
amazing knowledge and skill of the ocean and of the sky to navigate them to this new land. They
faced the unknown and braved into the wide–open ocean for long periods of time. The real focus in
this paper is on the navigation techniques that they used in these voyages throughout the Pacific.
It's impossible to teach someone the significance or the act of loving the stars and the ocean but
that's what makes navigation without instruments (wayfinding) so beautiful. One can "give the
heavens a meaning his own meaning" ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Then in the 1980's came the voyages of rediscovery navigated by Nainoa Thompson from Hawaii to
Tahiti and from Tahiti back to Hawaii. Thompson was the first Hawaiian to sail this route in over
500 years. The voyages in between took the Hokule'a (some 16000 miles) to the Society Islands,
Cook Islands, New Zealand, Tonga, Samoa and back home via Aitutaki, Tahiti, Rangiroa in the
Tuamotu Archipelago (Baybayan, Kawaharada, 1996). The Hokule'a became the symbol of pride in
Polynesian heritage that links all the people of Polynesia together.
In the 1990's there were more voyages to Marquesan Islands and from the West Coast of the United
States up to Alaska. This is when education became the focus of the voyages of the Hokule'a. They
then built the Hawaiilo'a, another Polynesian voyaging canoe, this one made of traditional materials.
The Hawaiilo'a added to the curiosity and the revival of culture throughout the world. The natives of
all ands throughout the world are figuring out the importance of their cultures and bringing back the
knowledge. Now all cultures worldwide can help each other save the past and use it for the future.
Techniques :
Nainoa Thompson created the star compass, as the basis for direction finding in non–instrument
navigation. The horizon is divided into 32 sections called "houses." Nainoa has placed

The Rocket Man Literary Devices
In the short story, The Rocket Man, an adaptation of, The Illustrated Man, the author Ray Bradbury
describes the life of an astronaut who is torn between living an ordinary life with his family and
traveling through space on a rocketship. The story, written in 1951, is based around how the father's
space travel affects his son, Doug, and the father's relationship with his wife. The Rocket Man, was
written during the modern period of literature, a time when science fiction and new technology was
up and coming. During the 1950's, the United States was at the beginning of its space program, and
space travel was quickly becoming a reality. The Rocket Man was influenced by its time period, and
the story describes a futuristic place where ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
'Sleep good Doug?' he said, as if he has been here all the time, and hadn't been gone for three
months" (2). The author writing through Doug in the first person allows him to give more detail and
clarity to the situation as well as highlight how Doug views his father as a man who leaves his
family for a long period of time, yet returns as if he never left. Doug's view of his father after his
return sheds light on the recurring notion of a poorly functioning family, a key theme within the
reading. Furthermore, the author inserts dialogue within Doug's story of events to add more
credibility to Doug's version of events. Dialogue is added when Doug speaks with his father while
on vacation, "Doug .... I want you to promise me something. 'What?' Don't ever be a Rocket Man.
.... I mean it" (7). Doug's conversation with his father is an example of how Bradbury tells the story
through Doug, just another way the author is able to exemplify the father's unhappiness and
dysfunctional family while keeping a consistent and eventful storyline. Second, Bradbury integrates
conflict and irony into the story to demonstrate the recurring unhappiness from the characters. One
major form of conflict is within Doug's father, as he speaks with Doug about his internal struggle,
"Don't ever be a Rocket Man. 'I stopped.' I mean it, 'he said.' Because when you're out there you
want to be here, and when you're here you want to be out there" (7). The

Descriptive Essay About Awe
Awe. Complete and utter awe. That was the only way I could ever describe the feeling the night sky
struck into me with its thousands upon thousands of stars. I had never seen the sky this beautiful. I
had never seen anything like this all my life. Taking a few steps back, I seated myself on a stone that
stood like a miniature plateau above the surrounding grass. I had been told this would be the best
spot to see the sky tonight, and I had not been told a lie. I looked straight up so that the rest of the
Earth escaped my view, so that there would be nothing but the endless void above me. It would have
been intimidating, if not for the pure beauty of the stars that pierced through the dark of night. I
slowly looked down upon the town, away from the harsh contrast of black and white to instead a
blur of color. Children dashed in small circles around their parents, women danced across the square
wearing vibrant dresses, men sat to the side as they drank, made cheerful conversation, and smiled,
admiring the festival around them just as I was from the top of my overlook, hidden by the night. I
didn't want to leave. This was my new favorite location in town. Unfortunately, I didn't want to miss
the festival either. The sounds of the celebration managed to lure me away. Beginning my descent, I
could hear the music grow louder and louder. I slid down the earthen wall I had strolled by most
days of my life, but only climbed for the first time this evening. I considered finding

Short Story : Chapter 3
Out on the street, Greene's eyes circulate to observe her surroundings. Weed's sprout up through
cracks in the road and sidewalks, the overgrown vegetation trails up through the buildings. Infused
in its presence, the leaves engulf each structure. Crowded though it is, an eerie silence resonates in
the air. People pass back and forth, their heads tilted down, pushing forward with an urgent
persistence. Cander walks with a similar determination, his head tilted down, the surrounding
environment not alien to him. They approach the location of the fire; yellow caution tape surrounds
the scene. An ambulance is parked adjacent to the front. A police officer stands by the door at the top
of the stoop. Ducking under the tape, Cander ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
After several seconds pass by he hands the chart towards Greene. Her uneasiness causes her to not
recognize this. Cander shakes the clipboard in front of her. "Greene?" She snaps out her fixation and
grabs the board from Cander. He continues inspecting the remnants on the ground. "Did you check
the survivor already?" the paramedic asks. "Survivor?" Cander says, surprised. Cander and Greene
follow the paramedic out the door to the nearby ambulance. A man lays on a gurney. "He's
unconscious now. Here's his chart," the paramedic hands another clipboard to Greene. "When we
found him he was convulsing and foaming from the mouth." The paramedic takes his small pocket
light out and inspects the person's face and eyes. "Can I see his eyes again?" Cander moves closer.
"Unusual." he remarks after further inspection. "I know. Dilated almost three times the usual size."
the paramedic says. "No. They're normal." "Normal?" "They're not blue." "Blue?" the confused
paramedic asks. Cander goes back inside the apartment, again he combs through the debris. His eyes
fixate to something on the ground, a partly burnt circular object. Unable to fully make out what it is
he bypasses it and continues searching the scene. "Looks like the survivor is going to pull through,"
Greene says reentering the room. Cander doesn't respond and keeps searching. "What are you
thinking?" she asks. Cander pauses a few seconds before

The Legend Of Founding Of The Kingdom Of Asterialune
Prologue
This is a tale from a distant past. The legend of founding of the Kingdom of Asterialune. Asterialune
is where you will find desire and hatred, divided into seven territories. Where you are standing on
the shore of they're unique ocean, the waters stretches far as you can see, to the horizon. It changes
color with the light and the color of the sky, from green to blue to gray. And then, in twilight, you
cannot tell the ocean from the sky. Ripples and waves unceasingly flow toward you, eventually
break into foam, creep up to your feet and slide back. The ocean makes a sound like water surging
and retreating. There is a scent of the salt water in the air, a smell like no other. This is where
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The mountains at a distance and rising hills before us. Those are the fairies, elves, dwarves, little
people and other earthy mythological creatures. The two unlike territories the heaven and the
underworld. In the heaven, all tranquil dissimilar animals together, beautiful pale skin with feathery
pure wings roaming around the thick covering the bare sky with it 's wings like it 's never been
wings, but a conquering soul travelling across the blue sky. Then, the underworld, full of thick
vapors consuming your sight and prickly thorns on the dark path.
Lastly, a land where humans like us live. Farming, sewing, writing, painting, selling goods and little
kids cycling or running through the streets. All of these territories united all together, no matter
what. Until chaos strikes like a meteor and all the union was burned into ashes.
Long ago, the queen of the celestial gave birth to fraternal twins. Two of them have symbolic
birthmarks. Symbolizing the day and the night. The first–born was a girl with a quarter silver sand
color hair that glistens like the moon and dark purple eyes like the shade of the night sky. Her blue
birthmark was on her right shoulder, a crescent of a moon. The other girl has her hair the shades of
the sunlight and eyes like a pink tourmaline gem. The yellow birthmark was on her left shoulder, a
crescent of a sun. They're most of their personalities were different and are like their symbols.
Their

The Unforgettable Cruise Of Hawaii And The Seagull Friend...
The Unforgettable Cruise to Hawaii and the Seagull Friend "Worldly fame, power, and money are
all great values in life; but the greatest value of all, in life, is love." Christian muse's to himself as he
walks down the stairway of the San Francisco airport terminal. He makes his way to the taxi ward
for a ride to the Sunshine cruise liner. It will be en route from San Francisco, California to Honolulu,
Hawaii. It will pass through vast seas, emerald tropical islands, and reflect the beauty of the ocean
life. For all this Christian will walk down its planks, as liken unto a rich man. In reality, he is a low
class, paycheck to paycheck, average built, six ft. 2in. dark–haired, ordinary, country guy. He would
have likely never done this, had it not been for her. Rose is the tall, slim, beautiful Thai girl that
came into his life and finally, can take her hand, as they walk their way to this Pacific honeymoon.
Unknown to Christian and Rose, this voyage is will bring them the adventure, Golden Ties, and love
of their lifetime.
Christian and Rose arrive at the cruise just before it launches. They climb on board and find their
palace cabin. Just then, they heard the ship plunge into the waves of the vast ocean. Overhead, a
seagull flies. Then it is gone; into the light, misty fog. Later, the seagull returns, with it, the sun, as it
sets in the deep of the west. The water sparkles like prisms. Above this, is a cruise. On its deck,
soaking in the sunlight, is the happiest couple

The Meeting Of Spring And Winter
Mary Katherine Grondin
Mrs. Dinsmore
Honors American Literature
11 September 2014
The Meeting of Spring and Winter
A Narrative Writing Based on the Chippewa Native American Story of the Spring Beauty
At the end of another winter, an old man sat in his lodge which stood on the banks of a frozen river.
The days were not as frigid as they had been in the last three months. His fire was dying, yet the air
was not so cold. He was ancient and solitary. Age had turned his long hair a snowy white, and
caused every bone in his body to creak and groan as he stood up to stroke the glowing embers of his
fire. The days passed slowly as he listened to the sound of the snow whirling outside. One day a
beautiful young woman entered his lodge. Her deep, dark eyes danced and shone, and her cheeks
were bright. She wore a crown of primroses in her raven–black hair and wore a beautiful dress
strewn with wildflowers. Her figure was tall, slender, and lithe, and she had a dignified grace about
her. Her movements looked like a weightless dance upon a sunbeam. In her hand she held flowers,
which carried the sweet–smelling fragrance of springtime.
"I am the Spirit of Spring. The name given to me by the earth's children is Seegwun," said the lovely
visitor.
The old man looked up to meet the girl's eyes, and smiling said, "Beautiful one. I cannot tell you
how delighted I am to see you have come to visit again. Come sit here with me by the fire. I will tell
you my own wonderful deeds. Then you

Short Story Chapter 2
There was a noticeable shift in temperature as the sun began its slow descent toward the horizon, the
impending dusk transforming the western sky from faded blue to an artist's palette of muted pink
and orange tones. Across from the aquatic center, Tom and Dennis loitered at a bus stop, their
teenage attire helping them to blend into the urban environment. However, despite his outwardly
composed appearance, Tom was anything but calm. His eyes scanned the street, searching for any
sign of their suspect. Tyrell Carson was an unknown quantity, and therefore, he needed to stay alert
and not become too complacent. While Booker had voiced a certain amount of skepticism, Tom
knew all too well the dangers of dealing with teenage felons, and he ... Show more content on
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But first, they needed to infiltrate the gang, and to do so, they needed to play it cool or risk
detection.
"Hey, fellas," Tyrell greeted. "I wasn't sure you'd show. Nice of you not to keep me waiting."
Tom stepped forward, the right corner of his upper lip curling into a sneer. "Yeah? Well, when we're
talking about money, we're always punctual. Right, Brady?"
"Right," Booker confirmed, his tough–guy mask showing little emotion. He was happy to let Tom
take the lead, especially if it helped bolster his confidence. He trusted the young officer's abilities,
and there was no point in them both fighting for the dominant role.
Tyrell nodded at the two teens by his side. "This is Seth and Joel," he introduced. "They're friends of
mine."
"Don't care," Tom replied in a bored voice. "Let's get down to business."
A wide grin spread across Tyrell's face. So far, McQuaid and Brady were living up to their
reputations, and he mentally started to visualize all the cool things he could buy with the extra
money he would make after recruiting the two misfits. But first they had to pass the test, and with a
twitch of his head, he turned and walked toward the back of the building. "Follow me."
Tom and Dennis trailed behind the teen, their muscles tensed in readiness. Seth and Joel brought up
the rear, their heads bowed together in deep conversation. Their voices

The Journey Of Rain Poured Down
The Journey Rain poured down, creating small streams flowing down the sides of the street. A leaf
lay along the surface of the stream of muddy water, struggling to stay afloat as rain continued to fall.
The wind moved the branches of the trees so forcefully it was as if they were trying to escape the
swampy ground. Her concentration was broken as the white mail truck came into sight. Andy had
been peering out the window in the den for what seemed like hours waiting for her letter to arrive.
The mailman carried a blue umbrella covering his bag full of envelopes. He looked rather young. He
attempted to jump over the stream, but he missed, landing right in the middle making the leaf
drown. His head moved around as he checked to make sure no one saw. After shaking his legs to try
and get the water out of his shoes he headed up the stairs to Andy's house.
Andy
Her hair was long and sandy brown and smelled of cherry blossoms with eyes like green olives that
sparkled in the morning sky. She had skin as golden as the top of freshly baked biscuits. Being tall
only enhanced her beauty. When she smiled you could not help but feel her joy. And her laugh, how
could you forget her laugh? Andy came into this world with music in her mind and soul. The rhythm
was in her heart. Music helped her escape from the world when the dark clouds came. The day she
lost her father, the storms never seemed to cease until she started playing again. The violin brought
her the wings to fly. When she

Where The Girl On The Sea Are Short Story
WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE
I perched myself upon a weathered rock. My footprints left tattoos in the sand. The wind was
etherized in the sky. The sun smoldered in silence. Centered in a quiet oasis, the blue beast howled.
It stretched out before me like the land was coated in oil paints: cerulean and cyan, electric and
Egyptian, teal and turquoise.
The moment that I stood before this righteous beast was captured and bottled up in my beloved
father's camera.
This flimsy piece of paper is a portal. It is a portal to a girl who left her worries at the shore, on that
smooth and cold rock. Who left the marks of her bare feet across the velvety sands. Who embraced
the ocean like it was a bed of sapphire, silk sheets. Who let the frigid ... Show more content on
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Under stacks of photographs of my birth, my sister's birth, and my father's birth, an image of a little
girl, perched on a smooth and cold rock, lay. It was out of place among our birth photos and I pulled
it out to put it among the vacation pictures. A hazy smile tugged at my lips.
I remembered her. A wild girl from the sea, with stormy eyes and seaweed hair. I remembered her
untamed rage and her indestructible heart. My insides squirmed at the memory, at the girl whose
bones snapped and whose blood boiled and whose skin tore. They squirmed at the thought of who
I'd become, a blue light locked under a bell jar.
My squirming turned to fidgeting and kicking and screaming and roaring and tearing and red radical
rage. I burned with my regret as fuel. I tore up the fragile skin that held me captive.
My mother and father have sat me down and told me that I was born to put on latex gloves and
operate on the sick, or stand before a judge and make defend the innocent, or swear to protect the
citizens of my city with a gold lacquered badge and gun.
As I held that photograph in my polished fingers, I realized that my fate was not where I had
guessed. That I was not to live a tranquil life among the people who raised me.
I realized that I was meant to be before beasts with bare feet and wide eyes. That my place was not
in offices and cubicles, nor was it among the stars. My fate was entwined in the vines of the jungle,
in the fur of tigers, in the claws

Juliet's Gushing Speech in Romeo and Juliet Essay
The Gallop Apace speech is set in Romeo and Juliet just after Romeo has killed Tybalt. This has
resulted in him being banished from Verona. This is dramatic irony because we as the audience
know this but Juliet does not and continues to gush about their happy future together as she waits for
him to return to her to consummate their marriage. This builds up the suspense as we wander what
might happen when Juliet finds out that her newly wed husband has killed her dear cousin Tybalt.
We know that everything in this speech is unlikely to materlise and therefore it foreshadows their
impending death.
This speech is a soliloquy which a speech made by one person is talking to themselves and/or the
audience to analyse their own feelings. This ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Phoebus was the sun god and Phaeton was his son. Phaeton wanted to drive his father's magnificent
sun carriage across the sky. Phoebus forbade this because he deemed it too dangerous, but his unruly
son ignored and did it anyway. Phaeton loses control of "the fiery footed steeds" and crashed
tragically killing himself and scorching the earth. This foreshadows the lover's death and hints that
when they do die it will affect many people in many ways. The contemporary Shakespearean
audience is a lot more likely to understand this reference then a audience today so they would
understand this and what it implies.
Throughout the speech there are constant references to night. Night is normally associated with a
negative conations because especially in the Tudor times but Juliet is referring to it in a positive
manner. She sees it as the "love–performing night". This juxtaposition is due to her strong
passionate feelings for Romeo and her want (or as she would see it, need) to consummate their
marriage. This need is emphasized with the constant use of imperatives. "Come" "Give me" and
"Bring" are all examples of these. They show the urgency Juliet feels to see Romeo.
Many metaphors are also used. Juliet talks about "cutting Romeo out in little stars" so she can keep
him forever. There is also a lot of falconry and ethereal imagery used. The falconry refers to Juliet's
need to control and be able to summon Romeo at will. "Hood my unmann'd

Analysis Of The Poem ' The Bay Of Naples '
When I was looking through 17th–18th century European artwork in the Norton Simon Museum,
there was one piece of art that really stood out to me. That beautiful art piece was the Bay of Naples
by Claude–Joseph Vernet. This piece stood out to me because of the beautiful scenery that is
displayed and the deep serenity the piece gives me when I look at it. The Bay of Naples is a painting
of a landscape that captures the daily life of the bay. The materials used for this painting was oil on
canvas. Claude–Joseph Vernet made a painting that brings your attention to the foreground. In the
front, there is a boat being boarded. Some of the people that are not boarding the boat are standing
by the sea. In the sea, some boats are sailing off in the distance. One of the boats in the distance is a
large boat that gives the illusion of being three–dimensional. The form gives this illusion because of
the reflection in the sea. If you look in the lower–right, you can see the light from the sun
illuminating the sky. This light is hidden behind a large mountain that also has a three–dimensional
form. There is also lots of texture in the painting. Some texture is seen in the mountains and ground
giving a rough look, and some is seen in the sea in the form of ripples. On top of the mountain in the
lower–right, there is greenery that has an illusion of being light and feathery. In that mountain, there
is an arch that makes the other side visible. In the far distance, you can see a faint

My Happy Place
I walk into a dark cave. It feels mysterious and very uncomforting. I am slowly losing sight of my
surroundings, and then everything becomes completely dark. As I enter I immediately smell the
suffocating smell of dead fish all around me. I bump into the rough sides of the cave as it begins to
narrow. The temperature seems to drop with every step that I take, and the harshly chilling breeze is
constant. I hear rocks crumbling off from the ceiling falling onto the hard ground, echoing through
the darkness. I am alone and all I wish was there to be someone to show me the way out. I suddenly
notice the distant sound of waves crashing against the rocks and then I feel shockingly freezing
water washing over my feet within seconds. I start to run, but eventually the cave comes to an end. I
can not make it any further. Then I feel the chilling salt water creep up my legs and it doesn't stop.
There is no way out.
2. Write a paragraph describing a happy place.
My happy place is nature. I walk along the uncut grassy meadow that is spotted with subtle yellow
flowers. I look out over rolling hills standing tall in the distance. The grass is damp with morning
dew and the sun is just about to rise. The sky is painted with a light pink, and the grass randomly
spotted with golden light. The only sounds I hear are nearby streams and rivers running through the
deep forest. Pine trees surround me, and the air smells like christmas morning. Humming birds fly
through the air, and I spot the

My Experience In My Life
Life. Have you ever mistaken a test a life or death situation? I have in 6th grade. I thought I'd do
horrific in a science test, but who knew it would make me feel successful. It was the year 2015.
Little 8 year old me would be amazed. After watching the movie 2012, I was wondering why hasn't
the world ended since 2012 went by. Now that it's 2015, I wish that was true. It was 1st period
science class. The sun had not yet raised up and high in the wonderful black and cloudy sky. All
around me I could hear classmates bickering and yelling. I mean, that's what kids do. I see people
hanging out with their friends; I also see boyfriend and girlfriend hugging. The bell had rung like it
was a siren for a war call, super loud. All the kids jolted to their seats; the teacher strolled in.
"We will have test coming on (don't remember the day, I was 11 and who pays attention to small
details)" said Mrs.(I don't remember her name either. I never did like that teacher, unlike this one
English teacher I have called Mrs.Smags). Test day was coming and I could see it flying through the
light blue sky with beautiful light feathery wings. On that test it was written, NAME. I was so
nervous; I thought I would even get that question wrong. You see the problems with test, not the
literal test, is that I could never ever be perfect at them. I am a human, a flawed human. As
shakespeare once told, "Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and
some have greatness

Fishing, Celebes Sea, By The Sea
Fishing, Celebes Sea
In the middle of the ocean, all that can be seen is miles and miles of the alluring ocean. The color of
the waves are a spectacular mix of a light green, an astonishing teal, and the amazing darkness of the
blue. The tides lightly brushing against the welcoming homes of all the nice people. In the small
boat ahead contains an innocent child with his mother outside what can only be their house. The
pleasant subtlety of the sea breeze peacefully floating in the air causes relaxation that cannot be
helped.
If you look up you can see the beautiful sky extending as far as the eye can see. The clouds soaring
into the distance beautifly. The mountains in the distance, elegantly sitting in the distance. The birds
chirping their song in mid day. This place gives a sense of Everything that can be seen is beautiful.
The wind blows constantly, causing sea mist to blow in the faces of the fishermen. Underneath the
boat is the clear, blue water with fish swimming, clueless, without a care in the world. The air has
the taste of salt and freshly caught fish. And the The smell is unmistakeable, with a hint of seaweed.
In the distance, great hills covered by clouds can be seen. Houses gather close by above the water.
People could almost say that the houses are floating. Millions of people gather in small boats,
waiting patiently for the single movement of their fishing wire. Every once in awhile, someone 's
laughter can be heard above the sound of the small,

Animals And Animal Nature
"Let there be light, Let there be a space between the waters, to separate the waters of the heavens
from the waters of the earth. Let the waters beneath the sky flow together into one place, so dry
ground may appear. "Let the land sprout with vegetation–every sort of seed–bearing plant, and trees
that grow seed–bearing fruit. These seeds will then produce the kinds of plants and trees from which
they came. Let lights appear in the sky to separate the day from the night. Let them be signs to mark
the seasons, days, and years. Let these lights in the sky shine down on the earth. Let the waters
swarm with fish and other life. Let the skies be filled with birds of every kind. Be fruitful and
multiply. Let the fish fill the seas, and let the birds multiply on the earth. Let the earth produce every
sort of animal, each producing offspring of the same kind–livestock, small animals that scurry along
the ground, and wild animals. Let us make human beings in our image, to be like us. They will reign
over the fish in the sea, the birds in the sky, the livestock, all the wild animals on the earth, and the
small animals that scurry along the ground. Be fruitful and multiply. Fill the earth and govern it.
Reign over the fish in the sea, the birds in the sky, and all the animals that scurry along the ground."
The amount of words in the previous paragraph were enough for our God to create the world, we
read it in a matter of minutes but, why on earth (or heaven) would it take our God seven

Emily Dickinson's 'ILl Tell You How The Sun Rose'
In a body, nerves run underneath the layers of skin and grant a body the ability to feel. Without skin,
the slightest touch would cause a piercing pain, no matter what surface a person touched. If a body
had more layers of skin, it would be harder to feel the details of the surfaces, and everything would
lose its meaning. By missing a layer of skin, this enhances a person's ability to feel his or her
surroundings, which makes a person more sensitive to their surroundings. Emily Dickinson's
sensitivity, once compared to "missing a layer of skin," is reflected in her poetry.
Emily Dickinson expresses her sensitivity by writing details that most people would not notice.
Emily Dickinson shows her sensitivity in her poem, "I'll Tell You How the Sun Rose." She writes
"I'll tell you how the sun rose,– / a ribbon at a time. / The steeples swam in amethyst /... The hill
untied their bonnets" ("I'll Tell You How the Sun Rose" lines 1,2,3,5). An insensitive person might
describe the sunrise as a "transition from a dark night into bright day." Emily Dickinson, on the
other hand, describes the sunrise by the way the colors come across the sky. An example of this is
the second line, "a ribbon at a time" ("I'll Tell You How the Sun Rose" line 2). This line illustrates
how the sun slowly unravels colors into the sky, extending the process so it can be enjoyed longer.
Also, when Emily Dickinson writes "The steeples swam in amethyst," she paints a picture for the
reader to depict a church's

Case Study: Fisker Emotion
Fisker EMotion
In case you are hearing the name Fisker for the first time, it is the name of a person. Henrik Fisker is
a car designer, and his magic touch is indelibly printed on powerful sports cars such as the Aston
Martin DB9 and BMW Z8. Fisker started an auto manufacturing company in 2007, and the company
released a hybrid car named the Karma. However, the car didn't do well, and Fisker left the
company. But Mr. Fisker doesn't give up easily. His new startup has released photos of a new all–
electric supercar known as the EMotion.
While we have only seen teasers of the EMotion, Fisker has reeled out the mouth–watering specs of
the car. It is expected to carry a $129,000 price tag and will be unveiled in 2018. The car features a
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Over the years, Pate Philippe has distinguished itself as the grand master of astronomical watches.
One of their best designs so far is the self–winding Celestial 6102P Grand Complications
wristwatch.
The Celestial is an embodiment of the watchmaker's age–long tradition of astronomical timepieces
and features a dial with a rotating chart of the heavenly bodies. The setup of the dial is so
innovative; you can't help but marvel at the ingenuity and craftsmanship of the designers who
crafted so many delicate pieces into such a small space. If you are wearing the celestial, you could
see the exact arrangement of the night sky in the northern hemisphere, complete with the orbit of the
moon and the movement of the stars, just by looking at the dial.
The Celestial features a sapphire glass covering and comes in rose gold, and platinum cases. The
watch sports an inventive arrangement that tells you the mean solar time and lunar time. It comes
with two skeletonized hands that indicate the minutes and hours of the mean solar

How Basketball Changed My Life
I gazed outside my window, looking up to the crystal clear sky that appeared to mirror my own
image if I looked close enough. The sun was out, shining bright per usual but with a hint of sparkle.
The weather was a perfect way to start my day, but per usual my brother and his friends were
outside playing an intense game of basketball. Up and down the ball would dribble, "whump
whump" until one of them would shoot, "swish" going in the net, this causing them to burst into a
loud celebration. Nine year old me always found the daily routine of my brother and his peers
annoying. For a peaceful day, the sound of a basketball dribbling was enough to put me in a foul
mood, distributed with shouting and the sound of the ball hitting the ground every second. This
scenery became a daily routine but I figured it wouldn't be for long because I was going to put an
end to this misery. Quickly I slipped on my tennis shoes and walked across the street, each step
seemed to take forever, but eventually I was where I needed to be, standing in the middle of the
court while the game still continued. "Stop," I firmly ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
It taught me many aspects of life, learning strategies, leadership skills, and overall an improvement
to my academia. Aside from the joy and happiness, basketball was able to provide an important
structure in my life to help me succeed further on in the upcoming years. I also owed a great deal of
appreciation to my brothers and his friends, despite not wanting to admit such a thing. Their
continuous games of basketball pushed me to try the sport myself, to prove that I am capable of
learning anything despite not having the given knowledge. Those valuable lessons I've endured
throughout my journey brought me to where I am today, a fearless and determined individual who is
always willing to

Personal Narrative
The sky melted from a clear blue to creamsicle orange and pinks to a dark, starry navy. I could see
the sun's transition really well inside the little glass diner I worked at, Cosmo's. The ceiling and
walls were constructed entirely of glass, and blue lights made up the floor, giving the small diner a
cold, lonely feeling. The booths were silver with pastel blue cushions, the tables silver with
shimmery blue tablecloths, pressed under glass. The bar table, that enveloped me, silver with blue
lights underneath the glass top, accompanied by tall, blue faux leather bar stools.
It was usually this empty on a Friday night. Well, after the move in robot servants, people rarely ate
out, or left their houses at all. The only people who came in there ... Show more content on
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The game stopped, everyone began to huddle around him. I stood up from my seat, my head
spinning as I flooded with adrenaline. I ran down the stairs and onto the field, my heart pounding
against my chest. When they took off his helmet, I saw that he was bleeding too.
"Who are you?" I heard one of his teammates say. "Adrien and I are friends, he drove us here. What
happened? Is he alright?" I spewed out, my tongue was dry, my hands were sweaty. "I think he
might have a concussion, an ambulance is on its way. You should probably meet him there, to pick
him up after too." His coach said to me, sounding completely unfazed, no emotion in his tone
whatsoever.
The sirens became loud, causing my ears to ache with pain. I watched, frozen, as two men in
uniforms ran over to us. They laid out a stretcher, laid him atop, and carried him away. I ran after
them. Then, using the keys Adrien left with me, jumped into his Jeep and drove after them, all the
way to the hospital. *** 9 pm ***
I sat in the waiting room for approximately 2 hours until they informed me I could go see him.
When I entered the room, he looked bad. His hair was matted, his lips dry and his eyes were small
and puffy. He had a hospital gown on. "Winona!" He spoke with joy, but he still sounded tired,

Short Story
After work hours, the twilight of the sun setting cast a solemn reflection on the buildings. The
coming night cover provides a blanket of anonymity. Allowing people the freedom from their moral
restraints, as the barrier of rationality is broken by the salacious acts that occur commonly. Among
this crowd, Cander pushes through the flooded streets, momentarily escaping through a buildings
door, albeit to enter a crowded bar. His trained eyes scanning the room, he spots Chris against an
area of the bar. The small group around him listen and laugh boisterously to his story, the
entertaining Chris gestures with his hands and facial expressions, Cander shakes his head and laughs
to himself before walking over. "Uh oh, the adults are here," he ... Show more content on
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Christine", if you remember her?" "Christine. Yes of course I do." Cander sips his drink. "How was
she?" "Lovely as always. She asked how you were. I think she still likes you. It's a shame she
doesn't realize who the better option is," he puts his palms up and smirks. Cander shakes his head
chuckling. "But how is it going for you on the big stage detective Cander? Keeping all of us safe?
That was quite a quick promotion." "It has been interesting for sure," he takes another sip of his
drink. "I had to go down to the Pines today." "That's right, I saw that on the news. How was it?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary... An overdose." Cander says, looking forward towards the barroom
wall. "Oh," Chris takes a bigger sip of his drink. "That's a shame," A short, tense period of silence
emerges. "Two years this October... Long time." "Long time. And a different one," Cander responds.
Chris let's out a small, nervous laugh. "About that though, I just wanted to ask, if you ever saw
something that could change the outcome of the overdose." "Outcome?" "Yeah, the end results."
"You mean like, the person dying?" Chris says shrugging his shoulders. Cander nods a "yes". "Well,
probably not adding the drugs in." Chris answers simply. "I mean the eyes. The person's eyes. I
know when someone "had the blues", or whatever the slang was. That meant that their eyes had that
bluish hue. That happens every time right because of the body's reaction?" Chris

Descriptive Essay About My Friend
Tickle
When the spring breeze starts to tickle my nose, my heart starts to tickle for the first time. It seems
like I have a hay fever in my heart. It is beginning of my 4th grade year, but I do not really need to
worry about making a new friend, because in my elementary school everyone's friend each other.
Eui is one of my new friend that I met in 4th grade. He is tall as a redwood. His eye is really round
like as a clock, but when I see his cute face I feel like all the clocks in the world are not working at
all. My eye become camera when I see him. I only focused on him, accordingly everyone is blurry
except him. His smile for me makes my heart tickle. Naturally, we also start to hang out after school.
While I am waiting for him in front of my apartment smelling a fragrant spring breeze I start to
concern about him. I could not hide my feeling anymore. I want to say that I like him as much as the
size of the galaxy. CLANGING CLANGING, he appeared around the corner riding his bicycle.
Bicycle wheels turn fast like as he is in hurry like Eui does. After he saw me he starts to smile at me
while shaking hand with one hand that he is not holding a handle. His smile for me makes my heart
tickle.
I used concrete phrases to describe how I view him and what did I smell that time.
I used figurative language to describe his height and face to explain more details.
I used sound devices to show how nervous I am in front of him.
Dim
When I try to open my little square

Song Analysis Of Penthouse Cloud
I have chosen a song entitled "Penthouse Cloud" sung by the band "The Internet" which was
released in 2015. Based on the lyrics, there are a lot of significant linguistic foregrounding included
in the song using the techniques of parallelism and deviation.
First of all, the parallelism shown from the lyrics can be analyzed through repetition, phonological
and syntactic/grammatical elements. The repetition can be seen in the bridge of the song; "It's a war
outside, It's a war outside, It's a war outside" which is repeated for 3 times. Next, for the
phonological element, there are many rhyming style of the verses from the song which are;
1) Father who art in heaven, Is this how you saw it when you made your creation? [n]
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There are also some verses that have the syntactic/grammar parallelism which are;
1) Is this how you saw it when you made your creation?, Is this what you wanted?, Is this what you
wanted?
2) Or maybe we'll find paradise in the sky when we die, When we die, When we die, yeah
3) And the clouds turns black, And the sky turns white, And the days turn night
For deviation element, it can be found in term of phonological and semantic aspects. The
phonological deviation from the lyrics can be seen in the verse "I'll fight 'til.." which the word 'til
used the omission of initial part of the word called 'aphesis'. In the chorus "Father who art in
heaven", the word 'art' shows the sub–standard pronunciation of old English which refers to 'are' in
modern English. For semantic deviation, the verse "Or maybe we'll find paradise in the sky" can be
considered as a metaphor sentence since it is absurd to the mind of the listener as it is a matter of
unseen world where the place of paradise cannot be found literally in the sky. The most significant
features that stand out the most are the verses that are repeated thrice in the lyrics; "It's a war
outside" and "when we die" that used the technique of parallelism. For deviation element, they are
the ones that contain question marks which being emphasized by the singer to make the listener of
the song focuses more on the issue given through the theoretical

The Most Important Person In My Life
Throughout my life, I've had the opportunity to meet many people who have helped me become the
person I am today. But there's one person in particular who I know I couldn't live without and
therefore is the most important person in my life. This person will do anything she can for me, gives
me wonderful advice, and has taught me a lot about life. She is my grandmother, "Nana" as we call
her , and her name is Mirta. I've know her person ever since I was born. We met in a hospital in
Boston when I was about a week old. Although I don't remember of course she does. According to
her I was wrapped around two blankets when she first saw me. She'd made fun of how small I was.
Ever since we met our bond is unbreakable. Nana is spiritual,wise, and understanding and I choose
these qualities to describe her because these are what makes her amazing and makes her who she is.
How can I describe an amazing women? She is five foot tall with shoulder lengths, with a wine
color hair and a with these hazel green eyes. She has a light tan color. She has a square shape face
with a little bit of wrinkles on her eyes and cheeks. She has narrow ears and thin eyebrows. She
likes to wear conservative church clothings. She loves loose and colorful dresses with her hoop
earrings and art deco necklace. She is not fat nor skinny but she has a oval type of body. She does
not have any tattoos and she always have her nails done.
My nana loves going to church. The first quality of my nana is that she's a

Descriptive Essay
I sat in the ivory colored sand by the beach. I felt my toes sink and wiggle in the wet sand. The
crystal blue water washed over my toes. It was a beautiful sunny day with a gentle breeze. Waves
were crashing on the rocks, and the sun made the ocean glitter as if someone poured a bucket of
sparkles into the water. You could hear the distant calls of seagulls every now and then. Obsidian
colored cliffs were so high that they looked as if they were going to touch the pale blue sky. I felt
something brush up against my ankles as a small tide came in. I looked down to see what the ocean
brought to me. It was a green glass bottle and inside was some paper rolled up neatly. "I wonder
what it could be," I wondered. I was hesitant to look inside, but my curiosity got the better of me
and before I knew it my fingers were reaching into the tiny opening of the bottle. I slowly pulled out
the slightly wet cream colored paper. I was careful not to rip it. I unraveled it and let it rest in my
lap. The ink was blue, but the water had stained it in places. Splotches of ink were here and there. I
looked closer at the words. "I wish I knew what this said," I thought, slightly perplexed as to what
this cryptic language that had floated on the shore was. I put it in my picnic basket, packed up my
other belongings, and headed back to my home by the edge of one of the cliffs. It overlooked the
ocean, and the ocean was all I knew. I walked up to the doorstep and was greeted by the robot who

Personal Narrative Analysis
Prologue
It's late April, an overcast is shrouding the entirety of the field in a cool, light–grey hue. I close my
eyes and take a long, deep breath in. My chest expands as the air floods my lungs. Whether I will be
remembered by generations after my own or forgotten as those who attempted before me, will be
determined in just the short time following. I exhale the last remaining butterflies which fluttered in
my stomach. As I open my eyes, I watch the object of my craft rise and reach its peak where it is
most comfortable. Its weight feels natural in my hands, a familiar feeling. I count as I take my first
step, starting slow and steadily increasing. One...Two...Three...Four...Five...Six...Seven.
Eight Years Earlier
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With every jump vaulters began to fall. Time drew on and before long there were only two vaulters
left. He had just missed his last attempt at fourteen feet and I was on mine. The clearance of the
jump would be a personal best by six inches, champion of the Sectional meet pole vault, and a new
school record previously broken by my father and my great uncle before him. Since I was the last
one in I was given five minutes to prepare for the next jump, I had all the time in the world. I close
my eyes and take a long breath in and feel my chest rise. It's very quiet. There are no distracting
conversations, cheers, or starting guns. Whether that was real or just myself eludes me to this day. I
exhale the last remaining butterflies which fluttered in my stomach. As I open my eyes, I watch my
pole rise and reach its peak where it is most comfortable. Its weight feels natural in my hands, a
familiar feeling. I count as I take my first step, starting slow and steadily increasing. One... Two...
Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven. When I jump, the pole's strength pushes against my arm. I use
my left hand and drive with with all the force I possess. My legs heave upwards toward the sky with
my upper body soon following. As I turn over, I feel myself slowly soaring higher to the point where
I was able to pitch my pole back towards the runway. From that moment I knew I was different. I
was exceeding my brothers, I was exceeding my dad. I was now the new pole vault record holder. I
was better than any vaulter that had ever attended Sainte Genevieve High School. My back softly
hits the mat and I immediately

Essay about RTT Executive Summary
EXECUTIVE SUMMARY
Overview
RTT was founded in 2002 by Paul Schenk and Thomas Carlsson to exploit significant advances in
the fields of computing and visual sciences, and has developed a series of "visual intelligence"
technologies, that offer a leading edge in real world motion capture and real time virtual computer
generated 3D graphics technology.
RTT's systems utilise networked video cameras, computer processing units and specialist software
and are now, through its subsidiary Venatrack, exploiting the football market with signed three year
supply agreements with the Premier League and Sky Sports as well as PA Sports and Manchester
City FC. The company also expects to close negotiations with the BBC imminently. The nature of
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Venatrack uses proprietary tools, to re–create action sequences, e.g. a players' eye–view of a free
kick, or a linesman's view of an off–side decision. The technology debuted on UK television during
the season 2008/9 as part of Setanta's live coverage ending, post the broadcaster's demise, at the
2009 FA Cup Final at Wembley.
Importantly, Venatrack has recently been awarded prestigious contracts with two of the most well
respected organisations in the global football market, the Premier League & Sky Sports and is set to
begin a three–year supply contract for a wide variety of data and graphical material from August
2010.
Market Size
The nature of the technology means it can be used to provide extensive data analysis applications to
the broadcast, gaming, betting and coaching markets within the football industry. These markets are
estimated to be worth over £1 billion worldwide.
Beyond the contract with the Premier League, Venatrack anticipates achieving comparable contracts
with several of the top European leagues and their host broadcast partners, plus non–EU leagues of
suitable size and value. It is currently in advanced negotiations with a second leading European
football association to equip its entire league with the system from the 2011/12 Season onwards.
Other commercial contracts include a long term agreement to provide

Essay on With the setting of the sun
With the setting of the sun
In F. Scott Fitzgerald's novel, The Great Gatsby, there is a constant feeling of movement and the
desire to get away. Nick, Gatsby, Wilson,
Tom and Daisy all move, or have the intention of moving. Not only does this movement seem to
foreshadow events in the book, but it also seems to lead to the conclusion that society as a whole in
the 1920's was rather unstable and was undergoing constant change. Not all the characters move in
the same way, and this shows how different their backgrounds and lifestyles are. The main
movement seems to be from west to east. Throughout the decades man is said to be progressing
through the steps of evolution and toward the setting sun, or east to west. The characters ... Show
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Nick says, "[h]e talked a lot about the past and
I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into
loving Daisy." (117) This shows how time could never change his dream, and that Gatsby feels that
if he talks about the past then he will be able to change the future for the better. The sun also stands
for power and greatness, which made Jay Gatsby shine right through Jimmie Gatz. He starts of
engulfed in darkness, as his dream does not exist. From there he seems to be obsessed with this
reverie, and effectively kills off Jimmie Gatz and creates Jay Gatsby.
This new personality is formed when the sun rises, bathing him in light. Jay Gatsby "sprang from his
Platonic conception of himself"(104), and even with this change he still believed that "the rock of
the world was founded securely on a fairy's wing."(105) This new light blinds the people that look at
him, and covers up his old self. Although it covers him, some people like Mr. Sloane see him as
Jimmie Gatz, and are disgusted by it. The first time Tom meets Gatsby is when he, Mr. Sloane and a
young woman stop by his house while out riding. Gatsby tells Tom that he knows Daisy, to which
Tom states later, "I may be old fashioned in my ideas but women run around too much these days to
suit me. They meet all kinds of crazy fish."(110)
Slowly, as Jay

Descriptive Essay About Life
The Transformation
Anywhere you go can create memories, but can also become a part of you in one way or another.
Some of those places may have had an impact on a person's life that changed him or her as a person.
For others, some places may have a special meaning, teaching, or maybe because the best memories
were made in that special place. For me, the best memories and the one place that I always
remember is Woodburn Oregon. This city has so many good, happy, and bad memories that I still
remember. These memories bring back my childhood and how my perspective of life changed. As a
young child, growing up in Woodburn Oregon during the summer, I learned to not only appreciate
everything I have, but to also work hard to be successful.
Woodburn is a very beautiful, happy, and peaceful city that is full of nature. The city is surrounded
by amazing trees, buildings, flowers, parks, and much more. The city also has great restaurants,
theaters, museums and arcades. Woodburn also has amazing views and has great agricultural lands
filled with flowers such as, colorful tulips, and roses. I remember going by a land filled with bright
yellow and red tulips. As I was passing by, I remember smelling the sweet smell of the flowers and
the fresh air. The cold winds would make the flowers move, letting the sweat fragrance out and
making the air smell good. Now everytime I see a tulip, it reminds me of the huge lands filled with
tulips. Woodburn is a place in which most of the time it

The Kingdoms Of Day And Night
The Kingdoms of Day and Night
It would seem the people did not understand the urgency of the situation, the years of history and
development of the kingdom was under siege and they were only moments away from obliteration.
Still they continued to walk along the gravel roads, seemingly unaware of the looming phantom of
absolute destruction that shrouded itself within the unsuspecting crossroads that divided the city. It
was not your typical tale of two cities, in fact to call these two cities was an insult to the efforts that
were taken to distinguish these two powerful kingdoms, distinguishable factors that could only be
ascertained from within as any third party who were to travel between the two mighty nations would
believe them to be one in the same. Only through distinctive circumstance could the kingdoms be
perceived as separate, even their oblivious gravel roads and the people who strolled along them were
strikingly similar The aforementioned circumstances were manifested solely from a traveler 's
interaction with the two kingdoms, the sense of hospitality and the lack thereof was what segmented
them as if they were kingdoms of night and day. Hospitality was the key to the Kingdom of the Sun
while intimidation and exploitation was the driving force behind the Kingdom of the Silver Sky.
The Kingdom of the Sun was born when a star of fire fell from the heavens, the heat of the star was
so immense that it decimated the valleys and greenery for a radius of 1,000,000

Essay about Assimilation and Accomodation in Every...
Assimilation and Accomodation in Every Interaction
The two processes that are involved in every interaction are assimilation and accommodation.
Assimilation means gaining some knowledge and making it fit in with what you already know. This
is a necessity in order to develop our cognitive structures. This is a process that everyone encounters
even though they may not be aware of when it is happening. Our perceptions of things are enhanced
when something of the outside world is assimilated or added into our internal world.
Accommodation is the changing of one's structure of thought. During this process, the gaining of
new knowledge fails to co–exist with what we already know. Therefore, we must accommodate or
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This is during the first stage of the sensori–motor period. Assimilation is the most well known
activity during this stage, but accommodation is also brought into play. These two processes begin
during this first stage, but do not start to develop until later in the child's life and in a later period in
development.
During preoperational stage of cognitive development, as defined by Piaget, children begin to
assimilate as a way of adaptive behavior. They are at the age now where they can begin to really
take in new knowledge and new things. They are able to go back to their previous way of thinking,
but with some new information. The formation of stable concepts and beginnings of mental
reasoning are characteristics of this stage. The child begins to acquire new information and
assimilates this information to reach a level of stability. Children's thinking during this period is
illogical and they lack the ability to make connections between categories. An example of
assimilation would be a child being outside during the day and seeing the bright circle of light
coming from the sky and being told by their parent that it is the sun. One night the child is outside
and sees the bright circle of light coming from the sky and says it is the sun. The child associates
any bright circle of light coming from the sky the sun. The child has not yet distinguished between
the sun and the moon.
As this period shifts over to the next stage

Analysis Of The House By The Railroad
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The House by The Railroad
Edward Hopper is a renowned American painter. In the poem "the house by the Railroad," he tries to
portray a picture of a house erected beside the railroad. This poem seems to bear a lot more than
what its simple title indicates. He has used the railroad to emphasize the rift between the viewer's
world and the picture space. The more one tries to penetrate the depths of his paintings, the more
difficult it becomes. Hopper's artistic vision was in line with his view of the contemporary world
and nature. This piece of art symbolizes loss that is felt when present progress leaves behind an
agrarian society the central theme being the Alienation of modern life.
In this picture, Victorian style house stands alone in the field. A railroad track cuts through the
foreground. There is a bare sky behind the house with no secondary objects in the immediate
surroundings of the building. this enables us to keenly focus on the articulation of the building and
its relationship with its environment.
This picture can be broken down into two basics: the house and the train line. However, this is not
really what Hopper is trying to convey to us. Life in this country is made of pure isolation in nature.
The presentation of the train cutting across the land conveys how the train serves those in the
country different from those in the city.
In the use of light to depict the mood of the situation, Hopper uses intense light

Symbolism In Kate Chopin's The Story Of An Hour
There are many phrases in the English language that, when analyzed, don't make sense at all. For
example, "the kiss of death" is one of these phrases. Typically we think of a kiss as something nice,
a way of affection from a partner, a parent, grandparent, or even friend. So pairing this joyful word
with something that so many people dread is admittedly an odd choice. Used as a marking of fate, a
kiss of death is a concept that seems very taboo, but really this comparison of light and dark has
been used more often than we may think. In Kate Chopin's short story, "The Story of an Hour", she
utilizes imagery by using language that is often self contradictory. With her combination of dark and
cheerful imagery, Chopin creates a very uneasy mood throughout the story that helps to reflect Mrs.
Mallard's emotional conflict with her physical surroundings.
After Mr. Mallards announced death, Chopin used the sky as a type of symbolic imagery. In a state
of suspension, Mrs. Mallard stood at the open window, looking out at the scenery in front of her
house. As she looked out the window, she saw that "There were patches of blue sky showing here
and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other,"(Chopin 1). In this
example, Chopin uses her imagery to reflect the stress that is being lifted from Mrs. Mallard. Over
the course of her marriage, Louise Mallard had been suppressing these feelings of entrapment,
causing them to build on themselves like the heavy weight

Literary Analysis Of Snow Whites
Allusion: reference to literary work, historical figure, or event Examples: She had skin as pale as
Snow Whites. Our friend was the Nancy Drew of our school. Her hair was as long as Rapunzel's.
Uses: To paint an example of something they are trying to convey; make it easier to describe
something. Argumentation: writer's attempt to convince reader of something Examples: The school
should offer advisory instead of after school because athletes aren't able to participate in after school
studies because of sports. Wings with bones are better than boneless wings because they hold more
flavor and have a better texture than boneless wings. Black is the best clothing color because it can
go with anything. Uses: To show both sides but persuade the reader to agree with them. Coherence:
clarity and logical cohesion that binds together parts of a story Examples: First, they finished their
homework, then, they went to the coffee shop to hang out with friends. The painter had just finished
in his art room, his hands covered in the blues of the canvas. As he roamed the halls, he touched
everything, coloring them in the blues of his painting. The bell rung and the students stampeded into
the halls. Lunch had always been the best part about the school day. Too bad the next time that bell
rung, they'd have to return to their torture. Uses: Make sure that everything in the writing flows
together and could be understood. Description: clearly depicts a scene, person, thing, or idea

Statement Of Purpose For Graduate Schemes In Advertising...
When looking for graduate schemes in advertising and marketing Sky stood out especially to me.
Firstly because its name recognition immediately jumped out at me, but also because of how broad
and varied the work at Sky appears to be. Nation wide Sky advertises a multitude of channels and
programming across all medias whether that be physical, digital or televised. The skills and
experiences to be gained by working as part of such a large organisation and such a professional
team both intrigues and excites me.
As a huge fan of both film and sports, the possibility to work with Sky Cinema or Sky Sports on the
production or marketing of advertising campaigns with content that I have a true passion for is an
opportunity that I would be ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Advertising and marketing appeals to me because it allows me to continue my creative endeavours
in a professional setting.
Sky has established itself as the premier provider of content for families and dominated the living
room in British households. BT is the major threat to this position as it invests major money into
sports programming and marketing. Currently BT's major investments have been into football and
boxing, two of the biggest sports in Britain.
Regarding football BT have recently attained the rights to both the Champions and Europa League's.
Whilst this is the case Sky must focus on its advertisement and marketing of the Premier League.
Conveying to the British public that it is the best league in the world, with Sky the premier provider
of the biggest fixtures and the best coverage of the sport available anywhere – through multiple
dedicated channels and ultra HD coverage with SkyQ. BT have just 42 Premier League games
available whilst Sky have 126. Advertising the fact that Sky is the home of triple as many of the top
tier match ups in the biggest league in the world should secure football fans with more than enough
reason to remain with, or join Sky.
BT's partnership with BoxNation and Frank Warren would appear to be an attempt to contest Sky in
providing boxing coverage in the UK. Established fighters such as Anthony Joshua, Kell Brook

F. Scott Fitzgerald 's ' The Great Gatsby '
Intro: For My IOP I rewrote the end to the Great Gatsby. In this alternate ending, Myrtle never dies,
and actually the beginning to this alternate ending takes place when Gatsby, Daisy, Nick, Jordan,
and tom are all heading back from the hotel room in New York City. The narrator is still Nick
Carraway.
A sudden emptiness seemed to flow from the sweltering air and into our thoughts. The drive back
from New York felt hauntingly isolated. Uncomfortable silence filled the yellow car. The silence
was only to be broken by warm air whistling as Daisy's white dress swooshed around through the
gentle breeze. Gatsby waited outside of Daisy's house, but nothing was yet to change. Gatsby's pure
happiness faded as he watched Daisy return to her husky and fractious husband. She went back to
her husband and her heedless existence. Gatsby a waited for Daisy on his back porch, pondering
what could have been, but still waiting for his life to become of what he had been eagerly awaiting
for the past five years. But as the sun began to set, Daisy did not come back. As the yellow and
orange glow of the setting sun began to become prominent in the sky, it made the green light
invisible to the eyes of one who is seeking it. Gatsby's eyes continued to stare passionately with
great sorrow across the sound at the currently invisible green light. His dream must have seemed so
close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. Yet, he did not know that it was already behind him. He
appeared at

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