Duty: From West Point in 1843 to the Mexican WarBob Mayer
Ulysses S. Grant graduated West Point in 1843. He served in the Mexican War and then suffered through the lean years between the wars. This is a novel involving him and classmates from West Point to that war. FREE in eBook on all platforms.
Duty: From West Point in 1843 to the Mexican WarBob Mayer
Ulysses S. Grant graduated West Point in 1843. He served in the Mexican War and then suffered through the lean years between the wars. This is a novel involving him and classmates from West Point to that war. FREE in eBook on all platforms.
Summary of a Literary Non-Fiction Text 500 wordsA succinct sum.docxpicklesvalery
Summary of a Literary Non-Fiction Text 500 words
A succinct summary can help students explain key concepts or theories while formulating their arguments in a formal essay. While summaries can be extremely helpful in formal essay writing, one of the challenges to creating a summary is to know how much material to omit before the central idea has been lost. In this assignment students are asked to summarize one of the literary non-fiction texts from this course: “How it Feels to be Coloured Me.”
Format
All written assignments must be submitted in MLA (Modern Language Association) format, double spaced, with 1” margins, and in 12-point Times New Roman font. Please include your name, professor’s name, the course code, and date in the upper left corner. In the upper right corner please place your last name and a page number. Also, please do not include a cover page with any written assignments.
How It Feels to Be Colored Me
I AM COLORED but I offer nothing in the way of extenuating
circumstances except the fact that I am the only Negro in the United
States whose grandfather on the mother's side was not an Indian chief.
I remember the very day that I became colored. Up to my thirteenth year
I lived in the little Negro town of Eatonville l Florida. It is exclusively a
colored town. The only white people I knew passed through the town
going to or coming from Orlando. The native whites rode dusty horses l
the Northern tourists chugged down the sandy village road in automobiles.
The town knew the Southerners and never stopped cane chewing when
they passed. But the Northerners were something else again. They were
peered at cautiously from behind curtains by the timid. The more
venturesome would come out on the porch to watch them go past and got
just as much pleasure out of the tourists as the tourists got out of the
village.
The front porch might seem a daring place for the rest of the town l but it
was a gallery seat for me. My favorite place was atop the gate?post.
Proscenium box for a born first?nighter. Not only did I enjoy the show l but
I didn't mind the actors knowing that I liked it. I usually spoke to them in
passing. I'd wave at them and when they returned my salute l I would say
something like this: "Howdy?do?well?I?thank?you?where?yougoin'?"
Usually automobile or the horse paused at this l and after a queer
exchange of compliments l I would probably "go a piece of the way" with
them l as we say in farthest Florida. If one of my family happened to come
to the front in time to see mel of course negotiations would be rudely
broken off. But even SOl it is clear that I was the first "welcome?to?
ourstate" Floridian, and I hope the Miami Chamber of Commerce will
please take notice.
During this period, white people differed from colored to me only in that
they rode through town and never lived there. They liked to hear me I I
speak pieces" and sing and wanted to see me dance the parse?me?la, and
gave me gen ...
Get ready for a delightful blend of travelogue, storytelling, and humour - from the ridiculous to the sublime.
Travel with us to Knossos Palace, Crete, and beyond as we share our tales and experiences through a refreshingly different lens.
A melange of storytelling, travel and humour.
Enjoy the musings of a would-be- professor of ethics.
Follow our loved-up couple on their absurd and very tragic story set in Crete.
Get to know Alex - a college kid trying to survive among the undead in NYC.
Dive into a travelogue about Knossos Palace in Crete.
Dicing with Class, Race and Gender: Toni Morrison’s The Bluest Eyeinventionjournals
ABSTRACT: The most disappointing aspect of human progress and our civilization is that some of us cannot accept others as our fellow human beings. Class, colour and culture always differentiate the human society. Instead of relishing the differences to our advantage, we struggle to suppress and destroy others. Caucasians despised Negroids and the Mongoloids are always in arms against Caucasians. We lost our sense of fraternity. The void between the rich and the poor, the gulf between blacks and whites and the drift between man and woman is keenly palpable. In the name of this class, race and gender some invisible hand is always playing the dice. Ever since human society emerged from its primitive state it has remained fundamentally divided between classes. Focusing on this aspect this paper attempts to critically analyze how classism marginalizes the poor, make them collect self-contempt by heaps and often degrade them to animal plane in Toni Morrison’s The Bluest Eye.
1
P e b La H e
T e Ne S ea R e
By Langston Hughes (1921)
I e kno n i e :
I e kno n i e ancien a he o ld and olde han he flo of h man blood in h man ein .
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln en do n o Ne O lean , and I e een
its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I e kno n i e :
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
2
M e S
By Langston Hughes (1922)
Well, on, I ll ell o :
Life fo me ain been no c al ai .
I had ack in i ,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor
Bare.
But all the time
I e been a-climbin on,
And eachin landin ,
And nin co ne ,
And ome ime goin in he da k
Whe e he e ain been no ligh .
So bo , don o n back.
Don o e do n on he e
Ca e o find i kinde ha d.
Don o fall no
Fo I e ill goin , hone ,
I e ill climbin ,
And life fo me ain been no c al ai .
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
3
I, T
By Langston Hughes (1925)
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I ll be a he able
When company comes.
Nobod ll da e
Say to me,
Ea in he ki chen,
Then.
Besides,
The ll ee ho bea if l I am
And be ashamed
I, too, am America.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
4
T e Wea B e
By Langston Hughes (1925)
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the other night
By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
He did a lazy sway. . . .
He did a lazy sway. . . .
To he ne o ho e Wea Bl e .
With his ebony hands on each ivory key
He made that poor piano moan with melody.
O Blues!
Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool
He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.
Sweet Blues!
Coming f om a black man o l.
O Blues!
In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone
I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan
Ain go nobod in all hi o ld,
Ain go nobod b ma elf.
I g ine o i ma f o nin
And ma o ble on he helf.
Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor.
He played a few chords then he sang some more
I go he Wea Bl es
And I can be a i fied.
Got the Weary Blues
And can be a i fied
I ain ha no mo
And I i h ha I had died.
And far into the night he crooned that tune.
The stars went out and so did the moon.
The singer stopped playing and went to bed
While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.
He le like a ock o a man ha dead.
https://www.poetryfoundat ...
1
P e b La H e
T e Ne S ea R e
By Langston Hughes (1921)
I e kno n i e :
I e kno n i e ancien a he o ld and olde han he flo of h man blood in h man ein .
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln en do n o Ne O lean , and I e een
its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I e kno n i e :
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
2
M e S
By Langston Hughes (1922)
Well, on, I ll ell o :
Life fo me ain been no c al ai .
I had ack in i ,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor
Bare.
But all the time
I e been a-climbin on,
And eachin landin ,
And nin co ne ,
And ome ime goin in he da k
Whe e he e ain been no ligh .
So bo , don o n back.
Don o e do n on he e
Ca e o find i kinde ha d.
Don o fall no
Fo I e ill goin , hone ,
I e ill climbin ,
And life fo me ain been no c al ai .
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
3
I, T
By Langston Hughes (1925)
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I ll be a he able
When company comes.
Nobod ll da e
Say to me,
Ea in he ki chen,
Then.
Besides,
The ll ee ho bea if l I am
And be ashamed
I, too, am America.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
4
T e Wea B e
By Langston Hughes (1925)
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the other night
By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
He did a lazy sway. . . .
He did a lazy sway. . . .
To he ne o ho e Wea Bl e .
With his ebony hands on each ivory key
He made that poor piano moan with melody.
O Blues!
Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool
He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.
Sweet Blues!
Coming f om a black man o l.
O Blues!
In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone
I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan
Ain go nobod in all hi o ld,
Ain go nobod b ma elf.
I g ine o i ma f o nin
And ma o ble on he helf.
Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor.
He played a few chords then he sang some more
I go he Wea Bl es
And I can be a i fied.
Got the Weary Blues
And can be a i fied
I ain ha no mo
And I i h ha I had died.
And far into the night he crooned that tune.
The stars went out and so did the moon.
The singer stopped playing and went to bed
While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.
He le like a ock o a man ha dead.
https://www.poetryfoundat ...
And have brought humanity to the edge of oblivion because they th.docxdaniahendric
And have brought humanity to the edge of oblivion: because they think they are white.
—James Baldwin
Son,
Last Sunday the host of a popular news show asked me what it meant to lose my body. The host was broadcasting from Washington, D.C., and I was seated in a remote studio on the Far West Side of Manhattan. A satellite closed the miles between us, but no machinery could close the gap between her world and the world for which I had been summoned to speak. When the host asked me about my body, her face faded from the screen, and was replaced by a scroll of words, written by me earlier that week.
The host read these words for the audience, and when she finished she turned to the subject of my body, although she did not mention it specifically. But by now I am accustomed to intelligent people asking about the condition of my body without realizing the nature of their request. Specifically, the host wished to know why I felt that white America’s progress, or rather the progress of those Americans who believe that they are white, was built on looting and violence. Hearing this, I felt an old and indistinct sadness well up in me. The answer to this question is the record of the believers themselves. The answer is American history.
This article is adapted from Coates’s forthcoming book.
There is nothing extreme in this statement. Americans deify democracy in a way that allows for a dim awareness that they have, from time to time, stood in defiance of their God. This defiance is not to be much dwelled upon. Democracy is a forgiving God and America’s heresies—torture, theft, enslavement—are specimens of sin, so common among individuals and nations that none can declare themselves immune. In fact, Americans, in a real sense, have never betrayed their God. When Abraham Lincoln declared, in 1863, that the battle of Gettysburg must ensure “that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth,” he was not merely being aspirational. At the onset of the Civil War, the United States of America had one of the highest rates of suffrage in the world. The question is not whether Lincoln truly meant “government of the people” but what our country has, throughout its history, taken the political term people to actually mean. In 1863 it did not mean your mother or your grandmother, and it did not mean you and me. As for now, it must be said that the elevation of the belief in being white was not achieved through wine tastings and ice-cream socials, but rather through the pillaging of life, liberty, labor, and land.
That Sunday, on that news show, I tried to explain this as best I could within the time allotted. But at the end of the segment, the host flashed a widely shared picture of a 12-year-old black boy tearfully hugging a white police officer. Then she asked me about “hope.” And I knew then that I had failed. And I remembered that I had expected to fail. And I wondered again at the indistinct sadness wellin ...
Summary of a Literary Non-Fiction Text 500 wordsA succinct sum.docxpicklesvalery
Summary of a Literary Non-Fiction Text 500 words
A succinct summary can help students explain key concepts or theories while formulating their arguments in a formal essay. While summaries can be extremely helpful in formal essay writing, one of the challenges to creating a summary is to know how much material to omit before the central idea has been lost. In this assignment students are asked to summarize one of the literary non-fiction texts from this course: “How it Feels to be Coloured Me.”
Format
All written assignments must be submitted in MLA (Modern Language Association) format, double spaced, with 1” margins, and in 12-point Times New Roman font. Please include your name, professor’s name, the course code, and date in the upper left corner. In the upper right corner please place your last name and a page number. Also, please do not include a cover page with any written assignments.
How It Feels to Be Colored Me
I AM COLORED but I offer nothing in the way of extenuating
circumstances except the fact that I am the only Negro in the United
States whose grandfather on the mother's side was not an Indian chief.
I remember the very day that I became colored. Up to my thirteenth year
I lived in the little Negro town of Eatonville l Florida. It is exclusively a
colored town. The only white people I knew passed through the town
going to or coming from Orlando. The native whites rode dusty horses l
the Northern tourists chugged down the sandy village road in automobiles.
The town knew the Southerners and never stopped cane chewing when
they passed. But the Northerners were something else again. They were
peered at cautiously from behind curtains by the timid. The more
venturesome would come out on the porch to watch them go past and got
just as much pleasure out of the tourists as the tourists got out of the
village.
The front porch might seem a daring place for the rest of the town l but it
was a gallery seat for me. My favorite place was atop the gate?post.
Proscenium box for a born first?nighter. Not only did I enjoy the show l but
I didn't mind the actors knowing that I liked it. I usually spoke to them in
passing. I'd wave at them and when they returned my salute l I would say
something like this: "Howdy?do?well?I?thank?you?where?yougoin'?"
Usually automobile or the horse paused at this l and after a queer
exchange of compliments l I would probably "go a piece of the way" with
them l as we say in farthest Florida. If one of my family happened to come
to the front in time to see mel of course negotiations would be rudely
broken off. But even SOl it is clear that I was the first "welcome?to?
ourstate" Floridian, and I hope the Miami Chamber of Commerce will
please take notice.
During this period, white people differed from colored to me only in that
they rode through town and never lived there. They liked to hear me I I
speak pieces" and sing and wanted to see me dance the parse?me?la, and
gave me gen ...
Get ready for a delightful blend of travelogue, storytelling, and humour - from the ridiculous to the sublime.
Travel with us to Knossos Palace, Crete, and beyond as we share our tales and experiences through a refreshingly different lens.
A melange of storytelling, travel and humour.
Enjoy the musings of a would-be- professor of ethics.
Follow our loved-up couple on their absurd and very tragic story set in Crete.
Get to know Alex - a college kid trying to survive among the undead in NYC.
Dive into a travelogue about Knossos Palace in Crete.
Dicing with Class, Race and Gender: Toni Morrison’s The Bluest Eyeinventionjournals
ABSTRACT: The most disappointing aspect of human progress and our civilization is that some of us cannot accept others as our fellow human beings. Class, colour and culture always differentiate the human society. Instead of relishing the differences to our advantage, we struggle to suppress and destroy others. Caucasians despised Negroids and the Mongoloids are always in arms against Caucasians. We lost our sense of fraternity. The void between the rich and the poor, the gulf between blacks and whites and the drift between man and woman is keenly palpable. In the name of this class, race and gender some invisible hand is always playing the dice. Ever since human society emerged from its primitive state it has remained fundamentally divided between classes. Focusing on this aspect this paper attempts to critically analyze how classism marginalizes the poor, make them collect self-contempt by heaps and often degrade them to animal plane in Toni Morrison’s The Bluest Eye.
1
P e b La H e
T e Ne S ea R e
By Langston Hughes (1921)
I e kno n i e :
I e kno n i e ancien a he o ld and olde han he flo of h man blood in h man ein .
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln en do n o Ne O lean , and I e een
its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I e kno n i e :
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
2
M e S
By Langston Hughes (1922)
Well, on, I ll ell o :
Life fo me ain been no c al ai .
I had ack in i ,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor
Bare.
But all the time
I e been a-climbin on,
And eachin landin ,
And nin co ne ,
And ome ime goin in he da k
Whe e he e ain been no ligh .
So bo , don o n back.
Don o e do n on he e
Ca e o find i kinde ha d.
Don o fall no
Fo I e ill goin , hone ,
I e ill climbin ,
And life fo me ain been no c al ai .
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
3
I, T
By Langston Hughes (1925)
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I ll be a he able
When company comes.
Nobod ll da e
Say to me,
Ea in he ki chen,
Then.
Besides,
The ll ee ho bea if l I am
And be ashamed
I, too, am America.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
4
T e Wea B e
By Langston Hughes (1925)
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the other night
By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
He did a lazy sway. . . .
He did a lazy sway. . . .
To he ne o ho e Wea Bl e .
With his ebony hands on each ivory key
He made that poor piano moan with melody.
O Blues!
Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool
He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.
Sweet Blues!
Coming f om a black man o l.
O Blues!
In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone
I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan
Ain go nobod in all hi o ld,
Ain go nobod b ma elf.
I g ine o i ma f o nin
And ma o ble on he helf.
Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor.
He played a few chords then he sang some more
I go he Wea Bl es
And I can be a i fied.
Got the Weary Blues
And can be a i fied
I ain ha no mo
And I i h ha I had died.
And far into the night he crooned that tune.
The stars went out and so did the moon.
The singer stopped playing and went to bed
While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.
He le like a ock o a man ha dead.
https://www.poetryfoundat ...
1
P e b La H e
T e Ne S ea R e
By Langston Hughes (1921)
I e kno n i e :
I e kno n i e ancien a he o ld and olde han he flo of h man blood in h man ein .
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln en do n o Ne O lean , and I e een
its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I e kno n i e :
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
2
M e S
By Langston Hughes (1922)
Well, on, I ll ell o :
Life fo me ain been no c al ai .
I had ack in i ,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor
Bare.
But all the time
I e been a-climbin on,
And eachin landin ,
And nin co ne ,
And ome ime goin in he da k
Whe e he e ain been no ligh .
So bo , don o n back.
Don o e do n on he e
Ca e o find i kinde ha d.
Don o fall no
Fo I e ill goin , hone ,
I e ill climbin ,
And life fo me ain been no c al ai .
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
3
I, T
By Langston Hughes (1925)
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I ll be a he able
When company comes.
Nobod ll da e
Say to me,
Ea in he ki chen,
Then.
Besides,
The ll ee ho bea if l I am
And be ashamed
I, too, am America.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
4
T e Wea B e
By Langston Hughes (1925)
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the other night
By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
He did a lazy sway. . . .
He did a lazy sway. . . .
To he ne o ho e Wea Bl e .
With his ebony hands on each ivory key
He made that poor piano moan with melody.
O Blues!
Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool
He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.
Sweet Blues!
Coming f om a black man o l.
O Blues!
In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone
I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan
Ain go nobod in all hi o ld,
Ain go nobod b ma elf.
I g ine o i ma f o nin
And ma o ble on he helf.
Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor.
He played a few chords then he sang some more
I go he Wea Bl es
And I can be a i fied.
Got the Weary Blues
And can be a i fied
I ain ha no mo
And I i h ha I had died.
And far into the night he crooned that tune.
The stars went out and so did the moon.
The singer stopped playing and went to bed
While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.
He le like a ock o a man ha dead.
https://www.poetryfoundat ...
And have brought humanity to the edge of oblivion because they th.docxdaniahendric
And have brought humanity to the edge of oblivion: because they think they are white.
—James Baldwin
Son,
Last Sunday the host of a popular news show asked me what it meant to lose my body. The host was broadcasting from Washington, D.C., and I was seated in a remote studio on the Far West Side of Manhattan. A satellite closed the miles between us, but no machinery could close the gap between her world and the world for which I had been summoned to speak. When the host asked me about my body, her face faded from the screen, and was replaced by a scroll of words, written by me earlier that week.
The host read these words for the audience, and when she finished she turned to the subject of my body, although she did not mention it specifically. But by now I am accustomed to intelligent people asking about the condition of my body without realizing the nature of their request. Specifically, the host wished to know why I felt that white America’s progress, or rather the progress of those Americans who believe that they are white, was built on looting and violence. Hearing this, I felt an old and indistinct sadness well up in me. The answer to this question is the record of the believers themselves. The answer is American history.
This article is adapted from Coates’s forthcoming book.
There is nothing extreme in this statement. Americans deify democracy in a way that allows for a dim awareness that they have, from time to time, stood in defiance of their God. This defiance is not to be much dwelled upon. Democracy is a forgiving God and America’s heresies—torture, theft, enslavement—are specimens of sin, so common among individuals and nations that none can declare themselves immune. In fact, Americans, in a real sense, have never betrayed their God. When Abraham Lincoln declared, in 1863, that the battle of Gettysburg must ensure “that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth,” he was not merely being aspirational. At the onset of the Civil War, the United States of America had one of the highest rates of suffrage in the world. The question is not whether Lincoln truly meant “government of the people” but what our country has, throughout its history, taken the political term people to actually mean. In 1863 it did not mean your mother or your grandmother, and it did not mean you and me. As for now, it must be said that the elevation of the belief in being white was not achieved through wine tastings and ice-cream socials, but rather through the pillaging of life, liberty, labor, and land.
That Sunday, on that news show, I tried to explain this as best I could within the time allotted. But at the end of the segment, the host flashed a widely shared picture of a 12-year-old black boy tearfully hugging a white police officer. Then she asked me about “hope.” And I knew then that I had failed. And I remembered that I had expected to fail. And I wondered again at the indistinct sadness wellin ...
All Clear 1928 by Olive Senior, Caribbean poet, deals with the issue of large scale emigration of West Indian males to work in the Panama Canal in the 19th Century, leaving their women behind.
Exploiting Artificial Intelligence for Empowering Researchers and Faculty, In...Dr. Vinod Kumar Kanvaria
Exploiting Artificial Intelligence for Empowering Researchers and Faculty,
International FDP on Fundamentals of Research in Social Sciences
at Integral University, Lucknow, 06.06.2024
By Dr. Vinod Kumar Kanvaria
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A workshop hosted by the South African Journal of Science aimed at postgraduate students and early career researchers with little or no experience in writing and publishing journal articles.
Normal Labour/ Stages of Labour/ Mechanism of LabourWasim Ak
Normal labor is also termed spontaneous labor, defined as the natural physiological process through which the fetus, placenta, and membranes are expelled from the uterus through the birth canal at term (37 to 42 weeks
MATATAG CURRICULUM: ASSESSING THE READINESS OF ELEM. PUBLIC SCHOOL TEACHERS I...NelTorrente
In this research, it concludes that while the readiness of teachers in Caloocan City to implement the MATATAG Curriculum is generally positive, targeted efforts in professional development, resource distribution, support networks, and comprehensive preparation can address the existing gaps and ensure successful curriculum implementation.
How to Add Chatter in the odoo 17 ERP ModuleCeline George
In Odoo, the chatter is like a chat tool that helps you work together on records. You can leave notes and track things, making it easier to talk with your team and partners. Inside chatter, all communication history, activity, and changes will be displayed.
Macroeconomics- Movie Location
This will be used as part of your Personal Professional Portfolio once graded.
Objective:
Prepare a presentation or a paper using research, basic comparative analysis, data organization and application of economic information. You will make an informed assessment of an economic climate outside of the United States to accomplish an entertainment industry objective.
June 3, 2024 Anti-Semitism Letter Sent to MIT President Kornbluth and MIT Cor...Levi Shapiro
Letter from the Congress of the United States regarding Anti-Semitism sent June 3rd to MIT President Sally Kornbluth, MIT Corp Chair, Mark Gorenberg
Dear Dr. Kornbluth and Mr. Gorenberg,
The US House of Representatives is deeply concerned by ongoing and pervasive acts of antisemitic
harassment and intimidation at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT). Failing to act decisively to ensure a safe learning environment for all students would be a grave dereliction of your responsibilities as President of MIT and Chair of the MIT Corporation.
This Congress will not stand idly by and allow an environment hostile to Jewish students to persist. The House believes that your institution is in violation of Title VI of the Civil Rights Act, and the inability or
unwillingness to rectify this violation through action requires accountability.
Postsecondary education is a unique opportunity for students to learn and have their ideas and beliefs challenged. However, universities receiving hundreds of millions of federal funds annually have denied
students that opportunity and have been hijacked to become venues for the promotion of terrorism, antisemitic harassment and intimidation, unlawful encampments, and in some cases, assaults and riots.
The House of Representatives will not countenance the use of federal funds to indoctrinate students into hateful, antisemitic, anti-American supporters of terrorism. Investigations into campus antisemitism by the Committee on Education and the Workforce and the Committee on Ways and Means have been expanded into a Congress-wide probe across all relevant jurisdictions to address this national crisis. The undersigned Committees will conduct oversight into the use of federal funds at MIT and its learning environment under authorities granted to each Committee.
• The Committee on Education and the Workforce has been investigating your institution since December 7, 2023. The Committee has broad jurisdiction over postsecondary education, including its compliance with Title VI of the Civil Rights Act, campus safety concerns over disruptions to the learning environment, and the awarding of federal student aid under the Higher Education Act.
• The Committee on Oversight and Accountability is investigating the sources of funding and other support flowing to groups espousing pro-Hamas propaganda and engaged in antisemitic harassment and intimidation of students. The Committee on Oversight and Accountability is the principal oversight committee of the US House of Representatives and has broad authority to investigate “any matter” at “any time” under House Rule X.
• The Committee on Ways and Means has been investigating several universities since November 15, 2023, when the Committee held a hearing entitled From Ivory Towers to Dark Corners: Investigating the Nexus Between Antisemitism, Tax-Exempt Universities, and Terror Financing. The Committee followed the hearing with letters to those institutions on January 10, 202
This presentation includes basic of PCOS their pathology and treatment and also Ayurveda correlation of PCOS and Ayurvedic line of treatment mentioned in classics.
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Stereotype Questionnaire
Business Man: A white man, thirty to forty years of age. Clad in a black suit, he steps out of his nice new
mustang or other some such expensive car. H glances around, before looking at his stupidly gold watch.
It’s ridiculous how much it cost him, but it doesn’t matter, because he’s a business man. His hair is short
and cropped, because obviously, long haired males are lame-ass bums.
A Rich Person: This person, male or female, is armored in only the finest of dead animal furs.
Accessorized with shiny baubles and glittering pieces of junk, they prance around showing the world
that they obviously own it with the authority that only a minor deity may command. Also, they are white
as new snow and hate equal rights.
A Typical Person My Age: You first smell the fine aroma of sweet stinky weed, followed by the sounds of
laughing and inebriated joy. Wearing a shitty t-shirt commemorating the adventures of Pink Floyd,
Hendrix, or even the wonderful Doobie Brothers, they ride on their Stallions of illegal contraband with
style and grace only a sad, sorrowful existence could provide. I’m talking about the people within the
band community, as is tradition.
A Poor Person: Granted the boon of welfare, they spend their cash on their succulent Pabst Blue
Ribbon. Ragged couch in the front lawn, they sip their fine beverage watching their spawn play among
the buffalos and other inbred children of the neighborhood.
A Smart Student: Book in hand, they incessantly talk about their moronic sporting events, competing
with each other with honeyed, poison laced words. Condescension leaking from their pores, they smug
their way through high school, until they reach the cesspit that is higher education, until they reach their
tipping point and slowly fall into the maelstrom that is failure.
A Stubborn Person: Foot tapping like an impatient pug dog, they stride around with their high horse
particularly elevated. Prancing around with aplomb and their rugged self-assuredness, they ride on with
their thoughts, unheeding of their own stupid mouths.
2. A Young Mother: She smokes, she drinks, she does all the fun things that slowly drive death forward just
a little more, Ignoring her little ones cries and foisting them off to another relatives care, she parties just
a little more every day. There can only be one dancing queen in this town, and it’s going to be her.
An Old Person: Crouched over from the weight of a weary age, they soldier on through with the
unbreakable will of a thousand years. They have gazed into the end, and the end into them, and they
know no fear. Or they do, and they ignore, just like they ignore their taste buds and just eat whatever.
Either way, it’s cool.
A Foreigner: Skin of a not white person, they come into the country with only their wills and their weird
languages to guide them. Weird culture, weird food, weird religion, they are wreathed in a cloak of
undistinguishable unknown.
A Stock Trader: Mitt Romney. ‘Nuff said.
A Bus Driver: Stealing my change, he rides. Telling me I can’t ride for free, he rides. I know not what he
rides for, but damn does he ride.
A Singer: Always singing, always off pitch, always being an offensive prick, never once shutting up, they
share similarities with before mentioned stubborn person class.
