The Change Of A Change Leader

The Change Of A Change Leader
I believe that the change that is to occur has a large part on the strategies that a change leader must
use to build employee commitment and buy–in. According to Palmer, Dunford and Akin (2009)
"Getting people to buy–in may depend upon what it is that they are buying into: whether they
perceive it as favorable to them and whether the change had been adequately justified to them"
(p.302). If it was a small change, it doesn't take much to get people to buy–in, but if it is a large
change it will take some work. The first strategy that I would use as a change leader to communicate
a change is to discuss the need for the change. I believe that if people can see why the process needs
to changed, it will open them up to the possibility of a change. I have seen a lot of process done
wrong or a slow way because it was how it has always been done in that organization. If someone
would have come into that organization and told them that the amount of time they were wasting
and showed them the new way, I think the organization would buy–in. The second strategy that I
would use for communicating the change is to provide everyone with accurate information on the
change, it would include how the change is going to happen and how it will affect everyone. I will
only send out information that I feel they need to know so I do not overload them. Palmer, Dunford
and Akin (2009) state "information overload is even more problematic in companies where
participants are already in receipt of a
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The Judge The Toad Judge
"Have you reached a verdict?" asked the toad judge. "Yes, your honor." the gopher said working as
the head of the jury. "AND?" asked the toad judge. "We the jury find Timothy Barren GUILTY on
all charges of crimes against Mother Nature." "NO!" Timothy cried out. "Tough break kid" Timothy
's weasel lawyer said to him. "Well, see ya." "Well then with the power invested in me by the court
of the forest, I hear by sentence you Timothy Barren to death for crimes against Mother Nature." the
toad judge said and then slammed his gable down on the rock he was perched upon, the sound
echoing throughout the woods. "NO... NO NO NO NO Noooooo!" Timothy cried. "You can 't do
this! I 'm sorry... I 'm sorry... I 'll never hurt another animal again. I 'll become a vegetarian. I 'll
volunteer for the ASPCA. I 'll do whatever you want. Pleaassseeee... Pleaaasssseeeee... don 't do
this. I 'm sorry. I 'M SOOOORRRRRRRRRYYYYY!!!" Timothy sobbed on uncontrollably until he
almost passed out, and upon the toad judge seeing him weep, he sighed and said, "Wait... In light of
your remorse and you're throwing yourself upon the mercy of the court. I have reconsidered your
sentencing." Timothy looked at the toad judge with his bloodshot eyes. "I re–sentence you to walk
through the tunnel of understanding." said the toad judge banging his gable on the rock again. "W–
what?" Timothy asked totally confused. "What 's the tunnel of understanding?"

Living, Loving, and Learning: Buscaglia Reflection
Living, Loving, and Learning: Buscaglia Reflection While reading Leo Buscaglia's book, Living,
Loving & Learning, I was able to reflect back on some of the experiences I have had in my life that
have helped to make me the person I am today, and I was able to look into the future at what I would
like to become. I was able to see how well I know myself and what I have to offer others. I was able
to see the things I don't like about myself and determine some of the ways I can make myself better.
This is some of what reflecting on my life and looking ahead while reading Buscaglia has taught me.
A. "You Cannot give to anybody what you do not have." I went to Juab High School in the small
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I lived in Salt Lake for one month. At the restaurant where I worked there was a wide variety of
people. One of my friends had a mild case of schizophrenia and was haunted by his inability to deal
with reality. If he went into the grocery store and saw a group of people laughing and joking, he
automatically thought that they were laughing at him. As a result of his paranoia, he had a hard time
making close friends and as a result of that made himself an easy target for peer pressure. He would
do anything at all to feel accepted by others, simply because he wanted so much to be what he
viewed as normal. Another guy I worked with there seemed like your average everyday Joe...
UNTIL one day I saw him when he wasn't at work. He had rings in several parts of his body, and
was wearing a great deal of hardware over his leather clothes. I barely recognized him! I said "Mac!
Is that you?" He started laughing at me and said, "You should have seen me before I got my job. I
used to have a blue Mohawk!" When I asked him why he dressed that way and had blue hair he
simply replied, "just to be different." I'm not so sure that making ourselves a target for peer pressure
or having blue hair and a pierced upper lip is what Buscaglia meant when he said we should take
risks. I think more of what he was getting at, is that we need to be ourselves. We need to stop
wondering whether those

La Casa de Bernarda Alba
Cast List
Bernarda, aged sixtyMaría Josefa, (Bernarda's mother), aged eighty
Angustias, (Bernarda's daughter), aged thirty–nine
Magdalena, (Bernarda's daughter), aged thirty
Amelia, (Bernarda's daughter), aged twenty–seven
Martirio, (Bernarda's daughter), aged twenty–four
Adela, (Bernarda's daughter), aged twenty
Servant, aged fifty
La Poncia (a servant), aged sixtyPrudencia, aged fifty
Beggar woman with little girl
Women mourners
Woman 1
Woman 2
Woman 3
Woman 4
Young girl
The poet declares that these three acts are intended as a photographic record.
Act I
(The bright white interior of Bernarda's house. Thick walls. Arched doorways with canvas curtains
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SERVANT: That's the only earth they'll give us, who have nothing.
LA PONCIA: (By the cupboard) This glass has marks on it.
SERVANT: They won't come off even with soap and water. (The bells sound.)
LA PONCIA: The final prayers. I'm off to hear them. I love the priest's singing. In the paternoster
his voice rose up, and up, and up like a pitcher slowly filling with water. Of course at the end he
gave a screech, but it was a glory to hear him! There's no one these days to match the old sexton,
Tronchapinos. He sang at the Mass for my mother, who is in glory. The walls would shake, and
when he said Amen it was if a wolf was in church. (Imitating him) Ameeeen! (She begins coughing)
SERVANT: You'll strain your windpipe.
LA PONCIA: I may have strained something else! (She goes out laughing)
(The servant goes on cleaning. The bells ring)
SERVANT: (Picking up the sound) Ding, ding, dong. Ding, ding, dong. May God grant him
forgiveness!
BEGGARWOMAN: (With her little girl) Praise be to God!

SERVANT: Ding, ding. dong. May he wait long years for us. Ding, ding, dong.
BEGGARWOMAN: (Loudly with annoyance) Praise be to God!
SERVANT: (Annoyed) Forever!
BEGGARWOMAN: I've come for the leavings.(The bells cease ringing.)
SERVANT: The street's that way. Today's leavings are for me.
BEGGARWOMAN: You've someone to feed you, woman. My child and I are on our own!
SERVANT: The dogs are on their own too, but they survive.

Perspective Changes with Age
As a person ages, their perspective on life changes. A person eventually develops the ability to
analyze, understand the importance of lack thereof of things, and not take offense at all the little
things in life. Your perspective also changes through the dropping of preconceived ideas and by
experiencing new situations.
As you age, your ability to analyze a particular situation develops drastically. When you are young,
you think that there is one plain cut, simple, black and white answer, but as you get older you realize
there are many sides to almost everything. Eventually, people realize that there can be a "yes" and a
"no" answer to questions and that more than one person can be right in an argument.
As you get older, you begin to understand the importance or lack thereof of things. When you are an
adolescent, you blow things way out of proportion. Kids act as though not being invited to the most
recent birthday party is the most important thing. When you are older you realize that it is more
important to be financially secure, have a home and be safe. You also realize that you don't need the
latest model of the iPhone, or other technological device as long as the necessary items you have
work. As you become an adult, you begin to understand that we do not need to take offense at all the
small things in life. A person begins to understand that one person's negative comment towards them
is not all that detrimental to them on a large scale. If someone says that your

An Article On The Missing Link Of Success
The Missing Link #4: Productivity
By Kyre Adept
Nov 14, 2012
Are you feeling stuck or paralyzed in your life or business? Do you spend way too much time on the
internet, reading your email, drinking coffee or the equivalent because you just can 't focus on work?
The fact is that many people are slackers and drifters, with mediocre lives...
The good news is that in the teleconference series on The Missing Link to Success, we look at the
five components that I have found are central to creating a prosperous life. Here 's the formula:
PASSION + PURPOSE + POSITION + PRODUCTIVITY + PEACE OF MIND = PROSPERITY
As well as the article called The Missing Link to Success, which provides an overview of the whole
series, there is an article for each of these 'Five Ps ', so look for them wherever you found this
article! I 'm going to assume you 've read the summary article plus the articles on Passion, Purpose
and Position, because each components builds on the previous ones. Once you have reset the first
three Ps, you are ready to improve your capacity to be PRODUCTIVE.
What does this mean? Why is it important to be productive? The main dictionary definition of
productive is: "yielding favorable or useful results; being constructive; effective in achieving
specified results." (There are also specialized meanings in economics, medicine and linguistics, but
the main meanings will do.)
In work terms, productivity means being able to focus on your assigned (or assumed) tasks, and to

Essay : ' The Ugly Monster Named '
DISCOURAGEMENT | The Ugly Monster Named "Comparison" We've all heard it before.
"Comparison is the thief of Joy"... In more ways then one I've fallen victim to this dead end trap.
I've begun countless projects and set out on huge ambitious endeavors to only find myself quitting
due to me being stuck in a muck of unending discouragement. Don't get me wrong, creating and
making things is amazing and so fulfilling if your heart is in the right place and you don't lose sight
of your passion and why you loved what you did in the first place. But when you head down a dark
road of comparing yourself to others, trying to live up to other peoples expectations and standards,
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As I look back on my life right now the one thing that stands out to me is my constant battles with
seasons of major discouragement, whether it be with my art or music all together. I cared so much
about what failure the future might bring that I never took a chance and never actually walked
through any open doors that presented themselves along the way because I feared what people
would think if failed and didn't make it. My problem is comparison stole everything from me. It
took away my passion, my joy, my fire, and my belief in any dream to accomplish anything I put my
heart and mind into. Comparison wrecked my heart and tore me apart until I became my biggest
enemy. It's a deadly disease you know. As time goes on it can spread, and the sickness can get even
more aggressive until it consumes all that you are. It is an ugly friend, that breeds all sorts of
atrocious things... It's a monster, and I'm more than ready to take it down. I've been there... For years
I've dreamed of pursuing music and art. I knew from a young age that this was the life I wanted for
myself, doing something I loved with a purpose of bringing light and hope to others. While I knew
it'd be hard, and I might end up a starving Artist, I never felt like my dreams were unattainable. I
was confident in dodging going to college and getting any type of degree because I knew my
passion was so great it seemed like anything I

Short Story: Amber and Ash
"Get up! Getup!" My sister yelled piercing my ears with her high voice. I opened my eyes slowly
trying to adjust to the rooms musty lighting and immediately a whiff of something burning had
overcome me.Something between a mix of a saturday night campfire that we had every month and
the burnt toast that my sister had mastered burning. I wasn't very fond of the smell, it was too
overwhelming and strong. I'm wasn't one of those people that like the smell of gas or fire. Wait
anyway why was something burning? It couldn't be more than 3:00 in the morning. The sun couldn't
have been up yet. I tried to get my eyes adjusted to the light but I realize there was no light. It's dark,
my sister obviously hadn't bothered to turn on any light. I tried to look around in the dark but
anything that would have been in my sight of vision is blocked by my sisters figure that was leaning
over me. I try to look at the window shining in the darkness to see the time of day. Dark as coal like
I thought, it wasn't morning. "Whats going on! Leave me alone! What time is it?! Go away!" I
screeched at my sister like a bird. My name was Ian. I was 15 with the most annoying sister ever.
Her name was Amber and she was 13 and 109% snobby. 75% too much, and here I was thinking
that she could have been old enough to understand not to wake people up when she couldn't sleep. I
realized that I was wrong as I was in almost everything. She was the average stereotypical girl. Nails
as pink as sunrise, skirts,

Grace Throughout the Bible Essay
I will look at the lives of Moses, Haggai and Ester who with God's grace overcame huge obstacles in
their families, situations, and beliefs to further God's Kingdom in amazing ways. In Philip Yancey's
Book What's so Amazing About Grace? Yancey says that grace, "Contains the essence of the gospel
as a drop of water can contain the image of the sun." (Yancey, 12) This and God's promise that his
grace will never leave us makes grace an incredible theme throughout the Bible. Grace is an
incredible thing that is defined in a variety of ways. In the book Learning About Grace from the
Woman of the Bible by Debbie Morris; Morris defines grace as the "Influence or Spirit of God
operating in humans to regenerate or strengthen them." (Morris, 6) This ... Show more content on
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In The Butterfly Effect of Grace by Rex G. Russell the idea that grace is one of the most important
words in the Bible is widely discussed. Russell says that grace is the single most important word to
describe God's love for us. When God speaks to Moses and fills him with his grace God is showing
us how much he loves us. Russell challenges his reader to live a life overflowing with grace. Much
like how Moses lived his life. In such a way that the people around him couldn't help but take notice
that Moses was chosen by God and with his grace was able to do work for his kingdom.
Ester overcomes her place as a woman and saves the Hebrews. In the book Flawed Families of the
Bible by David & Diana Garland we see the connections between family struggles and the grace that
surfaces within. "Yet it is in these broken places that we catch glimpses of God's grace and healing,
of God silently reaching in to touch the wound, and broken people stepping up to do what is right."
(Garland, 14) God's grace works in people and situations that have imperfections. Esther came from
a small village, was orphaned as a child, was raised by her cousin Mordecai and was Jewish. She
had a broken family and the deck was stacked against her but she had favor with God and was given
not only his grace but also the grace of the king. "And the king loved Esther above all the women,
and she obtained

Persuasive Speech
Jonathan, my friend, just got an earful for going into the forest. All I got was a stare from my dad.
My dad didn't think words would change my decisions at this point so he just stood there. He was
far away from me, but his shadow stretched over me and his glare was like the sun itself. He would
not let me move because that was my punishment and my dad was strict in that way. If he had just
yelled at me or grounded me that would have been easier, but this was torture and I could not stand
the long silence.
So I asked "Can I go inside."
He said "Until dinner is done you will stay right here."
"But why, all I did was..."
"Because I said so!" He responded so quickly it was frightening. This was also the first time I ever
really heard him raise his voice. I could not move now even if I wanted to because that froze me
dead in place. But I then heard my salvation as my mother came out and told us dinner was done.
My father didn't say a word before going back into the house. The walls needed to be repainted and
the entire room was just big enough to fit a couch and tv. There was an open doorway leading into
our dining room. Toby, my older brother, had to share a room with me and this led to heavy
competition in just about everything. Kalley, my older sister, was the tallest of us all at the time and
her hair was a dark brown like my dad's. Lisa was my younger sister, her hair was very blonde and
she was the nicest person alive. Ashe was young and just got into pre–k. He had

Analysis Of Timothy Told's ' The Toad Court '
Timothy sobbed uncontrollably until he almost passed out, and then the toad judge said "Wait... in
light of your remorse and you're throwing yourself upon the mercy of the court. I have reconsidered
you sentencing." Timothy looked at the toad judge with his blood–shot eyes. "I re–sentence you to
walk through the tunnel of understanding." said the toad judge banging his gable on the rock again.
"W–what?" Timothy asked totally confused. "What 's the tunnel of understanding?" "It 's a tunnel
that you're going to have to walk through, and when you do, you 're going to find out just what it's
like to be one of us, a creature of the forest. You 're going to understand just how hard it is to be a
defenseless creature." the toad judge said. "That 's it," Timothy asked beseechingly. "That 's it... and
then I can go home?" "Yes, that 's it Timothy," said the toad judge. "Just walk through the tunnel
right over there and you can go home." Timothy looked over to where the toad judge was pointing
and he watched the trees and bushes bend and contort making a dark tunnel that lead deeper into the
field. "O–okay... well goodbye then" Timothy said anxious to leave. He walked up to the entrance of
the tunnel and looked around and back at all the woodland creatures that made up the court. He then
looked down into the tunnel cautiously thinking that it may be a trap. He felt his stomach tighten
and his bowels quake. He didn 't want to go into the

Business Presentation Of My Young Career
The other day, while standing on the elevated train platform, I realized that it's always the same
people waiting for the same train. Morning after morning, the same commuters wait while knowing
a little bit about each other; who has a new bag, who brown bags it, who got a haircut, if someone is
late or on vacation. We know all of this about each other without ever saying a word. In fact, we
don't even look at one another. I share my mornings with anonymous friends I never talk to. There I
stood, on the train platform above the buzzing street traffic, waiting. I showed off my new winter
coat. Beneath I wore the smartest black and red suit made solely for my body. Straight skirt, opaque
stockings, new black Italian high heeled pumps; the ensemble cost me a fortune. It was okay. I faced
the single most important business presentation of my young career. Like the express train, I pulled
out all the stops. I looked too good for anything to go wrong. I was a nervous wreck. That's when I
noticed him. I noticed him every morning. He was the quiet faraway crush of my adult years. Slim
stature of a man always dressed in a nice suit, 'London Fog' type trench coat, he worked for an
architectural firm. I knew this because coincidentally we worked in the same office building. All
right, I admit I couldn't help myself; I had to see what company occupied the floor where he got off
from the elevator. I knew a lot about him. He was a klutz. The type of guy who trips up the stairs
while

My Experience With A Bicycle
I was seven years old, playing on my chalk board in my room when my dad came in and told me he
had a surprise for me outside. Baffled and excited as to what it could be I wasted no time and ran
outside. Was it an animal? A toy jeep? Or even a bicycle maybe? I had no idea. I got outside and I
did not see anything. "What is it daddy?!" He just smiled and went around the corner. My mom
came outside smiling as well. I was bursting with anticipation and wonder; I could not wait to see
what it was. Finally, he came around the corner. "A bicycle!!" I screamed. He said "no, a dirt bike!"
Confused to why it looked like a bicycle and why it had training wheels I wondered why he called it
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I got up and tried again. I got better and better and I rode that dirt bike every single day after school.
Eventually, I outgrew that dirt bike and we sold it and got a bigger one. My love for dirt bikes
continued and I started going to tracks and racing. I was always one out of two girls that would race
against the boys. I was intimidated at first and did not know how I was going to beat them because
they were boys. My daddy did not let that stay in my mind too long. "You can do anything a boy
can, Hannah. If not better, if you put your mind to it." my parents always told me. My first race I
came in fifth place out of twenty–five boys and one girl. I even got my first trophy! So excited I felt
like I accomplished the world. I was hooked. And I never wanted to let go. At sixteen, I had a the
worst wreck of my dirt bike experience. My dad had just put air in my back tire and I took of riding
down a dirt road by my house. Out of nowhere, somehow I lost control and the next thing I knew I
was laying on the ground. My dirt bike was about eight feet away from me. My helmet was broke, I
was bleeding, I was in pain, my dirt bike was scratched up and bent, and I did not know what had
happened. I had no phone at the time, and I was a good ways from my house. I had no choice but to
get back on my dirt bike and ride back home. When I got there I ran inside crying, screaming bloody
murder. My parents were freaking out. I had road rash really bad and if I

English Short Story on Belonging
Refuge in Silence 'Kel?'
It was Raoul, and I wished for him to go away. He knocked again then stuck his head around the
door. 'How are you?' he asked with concern. Anger overcame me.
'For god's sakes, they can't send me away because of a headache. But if you think I look suspicious
why don't you report me yourself, after all, you become their lackey more and more each day,' I
retorted, staring him down.
He paled, 'Keep your voice down, people outside might hear', he shut the door behind him and
stepped in the room.
I tried to force myself to be calm. 'What is it that you want?' I asked him coldly. I knew I was over
reacting but I didn't care, he was the only one who I could take my anger out on, though by looking
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Pretty soon after I arrived here, the others learned that I wanted nothing to do with anyone so I was
left to myself. I once heard a girl comment on my lack of social skills, the other girl she spoke to
just said that it was thought I suffered from severe depression.
A simple hello could be considered as forming an alliance between the children that might lead to
future trouble. In this place, suspicion was like a physical plague. Not that I had any trouble
avoiding talking to others; I avoided it as much as possible, never being able to enjoy interacting
like normal people, unable to communicate my feelings and desires through physical touch or talk.
I asked an instructor why we were here once and he told me simply that we orphans didn't belong
with normal people because of who and what our families had been. And that if we were to leave the
institute, society would shun us or pretend that we did not exist. I looked back to the times when I
was living at home, I had a few friends, not many due to my shyness, but we did everything
together, wandered the village, roamed the areas and playing games every chance we could.
Thinking about them now, they probably wouldn't remember me and if I were to show up one day in
my old home, they probably wouldn't greet me warmly or at all. Most likely I would be

Chapter One
Chapter One I had enough of all the bad things in my life. "Mikena, time to go to school." My mom
said. I grabbed my small, mint green backpack and I went out the front door. My dad was waiting
outside. He gave me a kiss on the forehead. I felt like a princess at that moment. My dad went inside
the car and I started walk to school. My dad is going to his workplace which is a restaurant. I arrived
at my school in less than ten minutes. That's a new record. I saw Alicia with her friends on the lawn
of the school. She was laughing with her friends. Some of her friends shoved their dirty, little
mouths into the hottest guys of the school. I felt very nauseous. Alicia is my worst enemy, but she's
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Her eyes are so beautiful compared to my dull brown ones. Brad walked over to me. Brad gave me a
doll that looks just like me. I hugged him. Brad is kind of my friend. We don't talk that much.
"Thank you." I said. Brad smiled at. "Ok, ok. I'll come to your house." Alicia said, after Brad left. I
jumped up and down in front of her. I stopped jumping and said,"You're going to be my slave
forever." Alicia was scared. I had a huge smirk on my face. I made her scared. I finally let out the
fire in me. I made some dolls for Alicia. I made the dolls look just like her, but each doll has a
different outfit. I stroked Alicia's arm and then I grabbed Alicia's arm. "After school, you will go to
my house. Your stuff is already at my house." I said. I expected Alicia to be sad since she practically
live in a palace or a mini castle. "Ok." Alicia said. Alicia has the same first period class as me.
Michael came up to Alicia. Michael is a jock and he loves beating me. "What are you doing with a
slut like Mikena?" Michael said, venom in his voice and his eyes are wild. "Mikena is not a slut.
She's a princess." Alicia said. I smiled. Michael walked away and the wildness never left away from
his eyes. "You owe me." Alicia whispered to me when Michael left. She pressed against my back
and my ribs starting hurting from the beating yesterday. "Ok. I'll make it up to you this one time." I
said. Alicia had a smile on her face. She looks so pretty. I traced the outline of her face. I

It Was A Normal Girls ' Night For Mabel, Grenda, And Candy
It was a normal girls ' night for Mabel, Grenda, and Candy. Age–inappropriate romance novels,
heaps upon heaps of junk food, dollar store teen movies, gossip, sleepover games...any preteen girl
's dream. And Dipper 's worst nightmare. All Mabel had to do to get Dipper to get far, far away from
their room was even so much as think about having a girls ' night. After the traumatic experience he
'd had attending one in Mabel 's body, he couldn 't even stand to witness them anymore. They
always had to rock–paper–scissors to see who got their room and who had to sleep in the living
room. Dipper somehow always lost. Hehe. Maybe don 't throw paper every time... This particular
night, the girls were indulging in a late–night sing–along viewing of Community College Melody 3
(which they unfortunately had to view on a minuscule–screened $50 tablet Candy owned with
Netflix on it, since y 'know, Dipper was in the living room) when they sadly realized about halfway
through the movie they were out of popcorn. "Candy, can you go pop another bag?" Mabel asked. "I
did it last time!" Candy half–jokingly argued. "And I really like this scene between Justin and
Bella." "We can pause it." Grenda stated, pressing 'pause ' on the little tablet. "Pleeeease?" Candy
sighed. "I wouldn 't for just anybody." "Thanks, Candy! You 're the best!" Mabel praised as Candy
got off the bed and left the room. "Yeah, yeah." "I 'm way too easily conned..." Candy muttered to
herself as she walked down the

Essay on Reflection on my Experience at Yti
My experience at Yti was good. I discovered things about myself I did not know. Our class was
great when we first began. We worked together and accomplished many things such as getting
money for our trip to NY, or even our project for victimology. I was always kind of shy, did not
speak much so I was able to observe everyone around me. School really changed my life in many
different ways, it gave me confidence. I have had many high points during my tenure at Yti, not so
many low points. I believe second term was my lowest point when an instructor made me feel i was
never going to make it. He did not like me, I did not like him either to be honest. I guess we were
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I personally got along well with both of them, I still do. Another thing i did not like was seeing some
of my classmates giving up and coming to class not wanting to learn. It was sad to see young people
with all the chances in the world not taking advantage of them. So many good things happened to
me during these 21 months. Receiving the president award was definitely an honor. Getting along
with all my classmates was a great gratification for me. I treated everyone with respect and I left a
good impression on them. When I went through my immigration issues I can attest that each one of
them approched me and wished me good luck. Those things are important to me, I try to live my life
with integrity and be true to myself and it was nice to know that my classmates saw that on me. This
paragraph is going to be dedicated exclusively to you Mr. Henry. When I met you in third term I was
not sure how things were going to work out between us. I had a bad experience in second term so I
did not know what to expect from you. I knew I was going to work hard and do my best. When you
cameback in fifth term and I got to know you better I was happy you were our teacher. They way
you taugh us was great, it helped me a lot to understand the class. I took your advice about, reading
ahead of time and let me tell you, it worked for me. If you dont believe me take a look at my grades

Personal Narrative: Broken Bone
Broken Bone(s) and more In June of 2008, I was a happy five year old running around the park at
my summer care Good Shepherd. It was a normal day we did all of our morning activities, ate lunch,
then went outside to play. I was running around, and suddenly I tripped and fell. I landed in a really
wrong way. The teachers ran over, and took me to the office, and I waited for my mom to pick me
up in tears. It was going to be a long day. What felt like hours later my mom finally arrived. We
went straight to Doctor Utterback and I took an X–RAY. We got the results and I had broken both
bones in my forearm called the Ulna and the Radius, and I also dislocated it. My mom told me that
my arm looked like a boomerang. Doctor Utterback ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
I was in my bedroom rocking out to my favorite artist Taylor Swift. Song after song I was just
dancing around my room when the song Long Live by Taylor Swift came on. This was one of her
famous hair flip songs. So, I flipped my hair. I flipped it right onto my wooden desk. The bang was
so loud, my mom heard it from her room. She ran in and I was sitting on my bed holding my head
while blood was rushing out. We immediately rushed to the E.R. I had a humongous gash in my
forehead. They asked me a few questions to make sure I did not have a concussion, then they
cleaned the wound up. I wasn't even crying because it hurt, I was crying because I was terrified of
the stitches. Luckily, I didn't have to use stitches, they would use glue instead. I remember they
came in with numbing solution that I had to hold on my head for a while. After that they put the glue
on my head and held it for a bit. I remember it stung endlessly, but I was thankful for no stitches. I
went home that day with a huge band–aid over my head, scared to go to school the next day.
Everyone in my third grade surprisingly did not care at all which I was very happy about. I spent the
remainder of that year with a big band aid over my head until I could finally take it off because the
glue was allowed to come off. That was a scary day for me and I do not think I took my hand off of
my forehead to uncover the scar the whole entire day. I eventually became comfortable with it and it
is visible, but barely visible

How You Met From A Short Day Of Work
How We Met
Pulling up to Aunt Grace house exhausted from a long day of work. I sit in my car long enough to
give my feet a rest, thinking I did not feel like bringing this mail over here. Why did she want me to
bring the mail over today out of all days? "Hey, Arden I am in the living room come here I have
someone I would like you to meet". Aunt Grace yelled out to me while I am walking through the
heavy wooden doors with my head down watching my step so that I would not trip over the shaggy
rug that sits in front of the door when you walk in. Who? Aunt Grace! Looking up instantly smiling
trying to straighten myself up. A 5–foot 10inch guy with curly hair and a smile to die for says "hello
beautiful" while extending his hand to greet me. Blushing I looked at my aunt confused. "This is
Dillon, I talked about you so much he wanted to meet you".
"So this is who you have talked about and she lives up to everything that you have told me".
Dillon asked for my phone number, which I was eager to give him. "I am going to call you, later on,
tonight".
Okay, I won't hold my breath! Knowing I was really going to be waiting. Then Aunt grace said, "oh
yes because you know I am the matchmaker". I smiled and Dillon smiled back saying goodbye as he
walked me to my car. About to open the door, he grabbed me close hugged me and then opened the
door and said: "I will see you soon".
Well, he did not call that night. A typical guy, playing games

An Example of a Narrative Essay
–1Crystal D. Dozier Narrative Essay November 13, 2007 Word count: 809 My Little Blessings
Children have a tendency to bring out the very best in people. I can say I have been fortunate to
have four little blessings of my own. I consider each of them as a blessing and each day I am
reminded of how much they mean to me. My children have brought out the best in me––parts that I
never knew existed. As children grow, so do parents. I have evolved into a better person with the
courage to overcome all obstacles because of the love that I have for my children. At the age of
twenty, my life was full of constant turmoil and instability. I had a plan, and children were not a part
of it. I never imagined that I would ever have children. ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Through the love for my son, I developed the ability to remain positive even during the most
difficult times in life. Although I gained the knowledge to be a more stable and positive individual,
something was still missing in my life. The missing piece soon fell into place upon the birth of my
twin boys, Irijah and Isaac. A multiple birth was a miracle within itself. It seemed unreal because no
one in my family was ever blessed with two babies. Although it took a lot of adjustment, we made it
through the baby period. The hard part did not come until they became toddlers. (During this time), I
noticed complications (in the development) (of the twins). I soon learned that although they were
perfect on the outside my boys were suffering with autism. Irijah is severely autistic while Isaac's is
mild. I knew that in order to conquer this obstacle, changes would have to be made. In the beginning
I was unaware of what needed to be done, but I never gave up. I continue to fight for my boys and
struggle to keep my sanity. This has been the toughest fight of my life because it involves a series of
changes. These changes dealt with acceptance, transition, and adaptation. These were necessary
steps because it gives the boys a chance to lead a somewhat normal life. Through the love of my
sons, I have learned to adapt to change and have gained strength and perseverance that is necessary
in life.

What Can Happen? And How They Are Completely Different?
and what can happen and all that, and he also read many books because he couldn 't do anything else
in his house. For my assistance most of my friends, as well as family encouraged me to do cheer
because they thought it would be something that would be good for me to do. It was funny though
because a lot of people could not believe that I actually wanted to do cheer. Both of our assistances
are similar as well because people helped us and explained things that we needed to know. Now, I
am going to explain both of our crisis' and how they are completely different. Luke 's crisis was
when he ran as fast as he could to Jens house, and how he almost got caught when he went to her
house because the alarms were going off. Like I had said before, ... Show more content on
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Luke was "freed" when he went downstairs when no one was home. He went and closed the curtain
and just hung out downstairs for once. He turned the radio that they had on low and danced around.
Luke even turned on the oven and cooked some bread for dinner that night, it didn 't turn out good
but he tried. Luke also cleaned up the kitchen and did the dishes for his mother. Then, Luke "left the
Cave", which was his house. He left his house when his older brothers were gone at school, his mom
was at work, and when his dad went to work on their 5 field. Luke was really nervous, but he finally
got the courage to go outside. After he calmed down he eventually learned to love it out there. He
loved the fresh air that he would breath in, and the smell, he absolutely loved it. He forgot what all
of that was like. Then, he finally started running to the sports family's house. He ran as fast as he
could and got to their back yard. The screen door was open, but locked. He kept trying to yank it
open but it wouldn 't budge. He then tore a hole in the screen part and let himself in. Alarms were
screeching and Luke was scared. He was in disbelief when he saw a girl come down the stairs. He
was so amazed at what he had seen. She had to hurry up and disable the alarm. Then she called her
dad. She just told him that she was messing around again and it was just her that made the alarm go
off. Luke just told her that she needed

I Am About Last Night
I wake up just enough to roll over. As I do so, the annoying, repetitive sound of my alarm clock fills
my ears. I groan and roll myself out of bed. I trudge over to my dresser and turn the alarm off. I don
't feel like going to school today, especially since I know that Dad will be calling Mom while I 'm
gone.
As I walk to the bathroom, I grab my phone from my desk. I see that I have two new messages and
one new email. I read the first message, which is from my mom, telling me that she 'd be gone this
morning. I open the second message, and of course, it 's from Damon.
Text to Karrison from Damon:
"Good morning, beautiful. I hope you have an amazing day! I 'm still very sorry about last night. I
know I must have disappointed you, and I feel awful. I promise that I 'll make it up to you!"
Well, I don 't know how he would expect that he disappointed me. I 'm great at hiding my emotions!
I wonder how he 's going to try to make it up to me.
I walk over to the mirror and almost shriek at my appearance. My eyes are crusty, and my long,
brown hair is sticking out in all directions. I was painfully reminded of Einstein. I look down at my
sink and groan. I look like an Einstein raccoon! I forgot to clean my makeup off before I went to
sleep. Looks like I have a bunch of work to do before I leave for school.
With excitement, I realize it 's Friday and almost jump up and down. Face and hair or outfit first? I
should try to do something with my hair first. I wash my face and dry

My Life
I am awoken from my deep slumber as my roof is viciously ripped from its foundation. A bright
light shines through blinding me as I am rattles and hared around like a rag,knocking into my friends
and family. I hear them panicking as I 'm trying to get a glimpse of my surroundings. I caught sight
of a round pot filled with what seems to be boiling water. I have only got seconds before i am
dumped into the scalding hot water. "SPLASH". I come up coughing and gasping for air,just to be
pushed back to the bottom where there is no oxygen. After what seems like an entirety the skin
melting water is drained out from under me as I 'm put onto a net . I am put back into the pot that I
now know is prison. I try to stand,but I 'm weak tired flimsy ... Show more content on
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A black vortex looking hole is speeding towards my face . I desperately try to move back but then
again realizing that there is a fork in my back digging deeper and deeper. Closer and closer it gets,as
I 'm trying to prepare myself for is yet to come . The hole gets closer and closer looking more like
the underworld as every second passes. To my great horror the black hole sucking me in. I think to
myself this is where I die. The black hole is getting closer and closer, Try to cower away but then i
am quickly reminded of the four sharp prongs sticking in me.I am thrust into the hole and I am
slowly pulled off the fork . For a brief moment the pain had ceased,but that is short lived as the
sticky liquid is washed away ,and is replaced by a slimy transparent one. It is foul smelling and is
weighing me down. Shaking it off I look around at my surroundings and with a gasp of shock I
realize I 'm in a cave of sharp pointy objects. They are pearly white, but covered with the yellow
sauce. I count 32 of the dangerous rocks, then to my horror i realize the walls are closing in on me. I
'm slowly starting to panic as I see my baby sister cowering in fear. I rush over to her right before
the walls crush me . All i can think about is the pain,it 's unbearable. . I am pulverized into tiny
chunks. I scream in agony ,as the teeth continue to grind me.What seem like an eternity is really
only a minute . The walls stop their torture ,and I can fell my sister

The Power of Limiting and Empowering Beliefs and Values
Personal values are the core of our beliefs and values that we hold in and around our lives. As we
learn and grow, we accept new values and beliefs. We discard the ones that no longer work as we
grow and develop ourselves. Some of those values when growing up are ingrained by our family,
friends, community and the experiences which have contribute to our views. When we hear about
why two people fall in love, we hear that they tend to have the same values and beliefs. Those would
be our core values, how we want to live our lives. For myself, my longtime boyfriend and I have the
same core beliefs such as honesty, equality and open–mindedness to name a few. We find that these
allow us to grow and develop empowering us to make better decisions and better understand the
world we live in. We learn to try different foods, learn new things together, and find new things that
we love to do when spending time together. Even though I was raised in a religious family, my
curiosity has always led me to question everything and replace anything that no longer works for me
as my boyfriend does. I will compare my beliefs and values with someone who has very much the
same ones as me. I believe in honesty, equality, loyalty, respectfulness, open–mindedness, empathy,
generosity. I practice what I believe in by standing up for myself and the people I love, and being a
great role model. My boyfriend and I share the same values and beliefs which makes us a
compatible couple in the long

A Long Distance Relationship Is A Thought That Makes Most...
A long distance relationship is a thought that makes most couples cringe. The thought of being miles
upon miles away is something that can make people question the strength of their relationship.
However, this trend of long distance is something that is becoming more and more common with the
advancement of technology such as video chatting sources like Facetime or Skype. This trend is
something I've personally noticed many college students, especially freshmen, experiencing. They
have their high school sweetheart that is suddenly moving miles away to another college. They do
not know how to handle it but, of course, they try and make it work. I am much like all these people
except I never had the experience of living close to my significant other. We've always been miles
apart, seven hundred and seventy–eight to be exact. And even though it has its hard times, it always
seems worth it when we're together. I am by no means an expert, but I am hoping that through my
experiences, I can inspire someone to try and make it work. What I've figured out is how important
communication is. It is so important to communicate everything. If something he or she does makes
you uncomfortable, let him know. If he says the sweetest thing in the world to you and it makes your
heart melt, let him know. By keeping things bottled up in your head, its just going to make you
frustrated, upset, and most likely, hurt. Long distance relationships are so complicated. There is no
set formula to them.

Real Teammates in the Game of Basketball Essay
Basketball is supposed to be a team sport. A team can constant of ten or twelve players but only five
can compete at a team. Five players on the court working together to win. Teammates are supposed
to have their teammates back. Fight to the very end for their team to get a win. This is not always
true. Players have their own way of doing things. They think a team should be like this or that, but
they are players who do the right things for the team. I have experienced this from my team. My
teammates cab be categorized based on their performance as the "Jankin' Jerseys", the "Limitless
LeBrons", and the "Paparazzi Peters." The "Jankin' Jerseys" are a group based on their performance
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The thing about "Limitless LeBrons" is they give everything they have at all times. They show great
hustle and work ethics. For example, Devoted Darrell goes and work out without anyone telling
him. He loses most of his summer to train and work out with the team to better than the last year.
During the season, he stays late after practice to talk to the coach or work on an area he is weak. Not
only does a "Limitless LeBron" show great hustle and work ethic, but the desire to win and be great.
Most "Limitless LeBrons" go on to play college basketball. This is built up from all their hard work,
but more importantly the desire to win. They strive to be great and not settling for average. Most of
them give up their personal goals and focus on the team's goal. For instance, Generous Gerry gave
up his shot attempts for a better shot. Generous Gerry is our best player. He could easily average
twenty points a game, but rather force shots to get his points he passes the ball off for a better shot.
Giving our team a better chance to win. "Limitless LeBrons" are hard to come by, but everybody has
at least one on the team. It is rewarding to have one on the team because of their great hustle and
work ethic and desire to be great. The worst group on my team is the "Paparazzi Peters" teammates.
Everyone will have one. They are the ball hogs. The teammate no one wants on their team because
they believe they are the superstar. They could be great

The At The End Of The Day
Well, you certainly came off as being a nice guy. And now your audience has been widened thanks
to your Hallmark fans. Oh absolutely. I hope so. That 's the goal at the end of the day. I just hope
people like my work, and if they can relate to it, that 's great. I do have to say I get recognized from
Cedar Cove. And the fans have been great. From flight attendants and obviously when I travel, you
start meeting people. The people where I live in Vancouver in LA know me as an actor, so they
usually know what show I 've been on. Hopefully I get to work on another Hallmark show one of
these days. Well, that 's what people were asking about. They definitely want to see you in another
Hallmark show or film. So you do have fans that would like to see that happen. Oh, that 's great to
hear. It 's always nice to see that the Hallmark fans know you by name, they remember you, and
they like you. Oh good. Phew! (laughs) darkmatter_gallery_201funfacts_01.jpgYou mentioned Dark
Matter. I started watching last season because of Roger Cross––I am a First Wave fan. And then it
was something to see you get added to the cast. So how did you end up joining the cast of Dark
Matter? Basically, they had been talking to me about that show for years––the producers Jo Mallozzi
and Paul Mullie. I 've known about the project for a long time before it started. And it got pushed for
awhile. And then eventually they asked me if I would be interested in playing the role, and I was. So
I said, "Let

The Allegory Of The Cave By Jason Rene Castro And Seth David
"I Believe," written by Jason Rene Castro and Seth David, is a song about having faith. The narrator
believes that we can control the future, but more specifically, our own future. The title extensionally
defines this song by indicating all the things that he believes in and why he believes in such things.
There is a deep meaning throughout the song and it expresses how people should be good and
positive, even in the darkest times, which I believe is true.
In "The Allegory of the Cave," by Plato, there are prisoners in a cave with a fire that is located
behind them. They have always faced the wall of the cave and have only seen what was outside of
the cave from the shadows. They believe that the shadows of the objects carried are real but in
reality, it 's just a shadow of the truth. The prisoners play a game where they guess what the shadows
are and end up believing that it is the truth. However, when one prisoner escapes and faces reality,
where the sun is a source of life, he realizes that the game was pointless. He seeks for meaning and
truth from his journey outside of the cave. Socrates then insists that he must return to the cave and
share what he has found with the prisoners because it will benefit everyone as a whole. However,
when he returns and informs the prisoners, they react by not believing him and threatening to kill
him if he set them free, because they are scared of the change that would occur after knowing the
truth. Socrates believes that knowledge gained

Analysis Of The Movie ' An Accident '
"An accident," I repeated. "My fault, not Kevin's. Please let me see him". Pg.10 Dana told the police
the injury was an accident and that it was her fault. The police did not believe her, but since there
were no witnesses, they had no choice but to release Kevin from jail. I think Dana should've told the
truth to the police. "I know. But that seemed to be a good word to use on them to show my
ignorance. It wasn't all that inaccurate either. Then they wanted me to tell them how such a thing
could happen. I said I didn't know kept telling them I didn't know. And heaven help me, Dana, I
don't know." "Neither do I," I whispered. "Neither do I." pg.12 When Kevin got out of jail he went
to visit Dana in the hospital and they were both confused ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net
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If I was Kevin I wouldn't want to be in near Dana anymore because someone can't just disappear
and return back like everything is normal. The boy already knew more about revenge than I did.
What kind of man was he going to grow up into? Pg.26–27 Dana makes an observation about Rufus
during the second visit to save him from a fire he stared Rufus comes from a violent world, and he is
being raised to be a violent person in my opinion the way Rufus is being raised he will grow up to
be the harsh and cruel. Patrollers made sure the slaves were where they were supposed to be at
night, and they punished those who weren 't. pg.45 Dana 's first encounter with white violence
comes when she runs into a group of patrollers She has to duck out of sight to avoid encountering a
patrol of several young white men they drag a black man out of the cabin and tie him to a tree. The
men whip the black man and speak rudely to his wife. This was the first time Dana saw the
patrollers she notices a girl young. When she called for Alice the young girl turned around. "The
cabin was pitch black except for the dying fire in the fireplace." Pg.39 In this sentence imagery was
used to describe the cabin the author uses imagery to create a visual idea of the image in our minds.
"I realized that I knew less about loneliness than

Pure Contempt Is Not For Free
"No, sir" The man said, "It is not for free." Endless mass of junk was stretched to either side of the
stinking ally. I picked up the rusty old trophy which bore my name. The cold iron surface was
visible from the craters in the gold paint. I scratched the surface and a large chunk of the fake golden
paint fell to the land. The person manning the junk glowered at me. I shrugged and put the trophy
back. "Do you know that this piece of junk has my name carved on it?" I asked, amused. The man
was confounded for a moment. He didn't say anything. He knew me. Of course, he knew me! I used
to see him every day. Every Sunday, he used to have a sale of all the junk he had collected from
neighbourhood. I went last Sunday, but didn't found anything of use. Today, I did. A look of pure
contempt was coming from his small eyes. If I demanded for the trophy, he could have done
nothing. He would have had to return it to me. "No, sir" He repeated himself, "It is not for free." I
smiled. I was not going to argue. My gaze went back to the trophy. Amidst all the junk, it was one
piece that was attached to me. Funny, how we throw things that we feel are no longer attached to us
and suddenly when we see it again, we remember why we loved it in the first place. On the one side
of the trophy, set on the table, was a small used comb. A weird mixture of grey, black and white hair
was sticking out from it. One thin strand of the hair was touching my trophy. Yes, my trophy. I could
feel my own nerves

I Like The American Way And The Chinese Way
I like both the American way and the Chinese way. They both make my life better. When I first got
to America I was about 16 years old. My mom and I were both looking for a better life allowing us
to want to live in America. When we first arrived here we ended up getting an apartment about the
size of our old bathroom. There were only two rooms and it was amazing how much was in each
room. One of the rooms had a bathroom, shower, kitchen, and basically your everything. It was
everything you needed in a living room. I even had my own hi–fi, VCR, T.V., and computer. Even
though our apartment wasn't that big my mom and I didn't need a lot of space to live in. But, many
people in China believe that if they leave then they'll instantly have a ... Show more content on
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Also, I'm currently working at Rush Hospital as a doctor. Every day I wake up knowing that I'm
doing something in the world that really matters and is life changing. Imagine if you could be the
reason that someone lives another day. When in reality if it wasn't for you they'd be gone right now.
If that's not the best feeling in the world than I don't know what is. Finally, after coming home from
working either a 12, 14, or 16 hour shift, I get to relax in my beachhouse. This is where I mainly
spend my time when I get home. After I'm finished relaxing I then end up making myself dinner due
to the time that I come home. Sometimes I miss coming home early and being able to see their
faces. now when I come home they're always sleeping. However, luckily I get to see them when I'm
off. This all depends on how many total hours I work each day. At the end of the day I'm truly
blessed to have such an amazing job and loving family who will support me no matter what.
I'm now 36 years old and I currently just came home from a children 's hospital. During my free
time I really like visiting children 's hospitals because, I love making them smile. Whenever I visit
these hospitals I can't imagine what they have to be going through. After going from one hospital to
another my heart begins to ache. My heart begins to ache not knowing whether or not I'll be able to
help these kids. All they ever wanted in life was to always be happy, instead they're stuck in a
hospital

My Reflection On My Life
So there I sat in my seat, either looked outside the window, or stared at my watch, watched the
second hand running around and around, hoped that the moment that I have waited so long for will
actually become a reality. I lay in my bed the night before we received the grade for our paper,
stared at the ceiling feeling not only excited but also nervous about how I had done on a paper that I
worked so hard on. I began talking out loud to myself "I know I did very well on it, I had to, maybe
54 points out of 60? Yeah, that sounds great." I had spent countless hours working on that essay, I
had been collecting many materials to support my topic and sorted them carefully, and then I spent a
whole day to finish it. So I was confident about my paper and believed that this time I would have
my highest paper score in my student life. I was so excited at that time, imagined the scene that
when my teacher announce my score, I would receive all the gratification from my classmates. I
imagined the joy that would overcome my body and how proud my parents were going to be. I
could feel the temperature in the room begin to rise, and it became hard for me to sit patiently in my
seat. Just like a nominee attend an award ceremony, I was waiting for my name to be called and then
what I do is just enjoy everyone's envy and congratulations. With more and more my classmates'
score came out, my heart is about to jump out. Finally, "Zhuo Wen!" My body froze, finally the
moment had arrived and my A

Essay How to Get Prepared and Start My Own Business
How to Get Prepared and Start My Own Business
. All of us have a lot of ideas about the things that we think about; most of the time we do not even
recognize how millions of ideas got through our brains. Even now, when I typed this sentence, it
took a while for me to come up with an idea and put it into words, so that all the readers get exactly
what I want them to understand after reading my writing. We use our ideas everywhere, since it is
something that lets us process and understand the information that we already own and get the best
result that is possible. People use ideas as their tool to make a right decision, and as we all know, we
have a lot of decisions to make in our life. For me, the right idea is a treasure surrounded by ... Show
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Person who runs the business and person who assists and works for that person experience different
emotions and work to do, but both of these jobs have their own cons and pros. Person who assists to
run the business cares only about the wage that he or she gets in the end of the month, while the
businessman cares about the whole organization, including staff, all the property, wages of his
workers, working environment, advertisement, and else. The more power and opportunity you have,
the more responsibility and problems you get. That one person who runs the company should make
a perfect environment to work, including people who work for him, because they are a big part of
his business that manage to realize his ideas, and make them work properly. More than one million
people create their own business every year. All of them have an idea that they believe in, because
idea plays a huge role, but it is not the only thing. Business is more than just an idea, and some
people forget it and start without even being prepared. It needs a lot of time to plan, and also it
requires certain people. Furthermore, it needs financial funding. Before even starting to prepare to
be a business executive, person should ask himself if he is ready for that. Do I have that personality
and skills to be successful in business? Do I have what it takes? I am sure that I do, so do my
parents. That is the reason why I am continuing to make

Essay on His Flower 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago:
"Honey, pack your things." That simple four–word phrase had my heart palpitating as frantic
thoughts raced across my mind. I couldn't be moving! All of my friends were here, in Serenwood!.
My pack was here in Serenwood. My mother smiled reassuringly at me, sensing my fear with her
super–mom senses. As mother of five kids, not including my dad, who was a child at heart, she
needed those abilities to raise her large family without going insane.
"Don't worry, silly girl! We're not moving out of the pack house; we're just moving to the top floor."
Shock and curiosity replaced the fear in system as I thought of the forbidden top floor, where the
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He was never cruel and did not abuse his power; anything he did was for the greater good, and
ultimately the pack benefited from all of his decisions.
"Come on Rose! Don't dawdle now, get your things packed!" Mom's shrill voice called out from a
distance as she glided away, probably heading off to do her own packing. I sighed slightly, and
headed to my room, not even close to ready for the daunting task of packing up my bedroom.
––––
A couple of hours later, my room was finally packed. The light teal walls had been stripped of the
posters of various boy bands, the aforementioned posters rolled up neatly and placed into a bag. My
huge library consisting of several children's books and lighter novels, along with my newest task,
reading Ender's Game, were all packed into one backpack that also contained my iPod and other
electronics. In one cardboard box, I squeezed in my playthings, and my drawing materials. Another
box contained my bedding, and finally a suitcase was filled with my clothes.
I slung the back pack over my shoulder, balanced the two cardboard boxes on my hip with one hand,
and dragged my fuchsia suitcase with the other. I headed outside of my room, taking slow, careful
steps so the boxes wouldn't tip over. Some members of my pack approached me, offering their help,
but I politely declined. I was eleven years old; I could handle moving some suitcases and boxes up
three flights of stairs. The suitcase was only moderately heavily, and the boxes

My Life Changing Experience At The Doctor's Office
I walk through the doors with my mom. I hear crying, little kids throwing tantrums and moms
telling their kids everything would be fine. The nurses walking around with files and stethoscopes
around their necks. I was officially at the doctor's office. I had checked in and sitting in pain with all
these noises going on, thinking that it would be just a regular visit. But little did I know, from that
day on it would be a life changing experience to my identity.
My whole life's been a chase, it's a gift and a curse. Was on my way up to the top then slipped into
reverse. I was at the doctor's office for a messed up shoulder. Not thinking he would say anything
about getting older. They had me sit patiently in pain while they were scanning away my arm to see
what was the cause of all this. The doc showed me the x–rays and said "you'll be fine, it's just a
frozen shoulder blade. But do you see this here"? I immediately said yeah like, what is it? He points
his finger at the x–ray and tells me what no 18 year old, 5 foot 5 boy that is playing hockey wants to
hear, you're done growing. My stiffened like I had seen a ghost. My heart had stopped like
something was stuck in my throat. I could feel the rapids of water hit the dam behind my eyes and
when I stepped outside, that dam broke. I couldn't hold the tears back. The rest of the night I would
stay awake in my bed and keep telling myself from that point on, I swear I would go on my grind
mode.
Three weeks go by and I'm fully charged

A Living Hell
A Living Hell Finally, finished another gloomy day of school. Carrying a heavy load of books on
my aching shoulders, I started walking towards that same green, old gate as quickly as possible,
attempting to avoid anyone, anyone, especially Mike and his brain–dead crew. It's not far now. I left
class early, hoping they wouldn't– "OI, Terrorist!" Too late. I could hear their ignorant voices getting
closer, as their footsteps on the school asphalt were getting louder. I should have known this was
going to happen. What's the point of me trying to escape it anymore. I had a strong metallic taste in
my mouth. Blood. My face was brown, covered in dirt, as I laid there helplessly in the wet mud right
in front of the school bus stop. Everyone was just staring, laughing. The clear expression on my face
showed that I was in so much pain, which probably made it more amusing for them. Cowards. I
heard that same stupid, shrieking laugh again behind me as my right arm was pushed further up my
back, sending another huge burst of pain through my shoulder. "C'mon, break it," Someone shouted,
"Give the Muzzie what he deserves!" "I should aye, I'll be doing the school a favour." Replied Mike,
between the gales of laughter. "Get off me, you fat–" A huge hand, fingers like sausages, gripped my
curly hair and pushed my face back into the mud before I could finish what I was saying. I squeezed
my eyes shut, flailing my other arm, trying to push myself out of the sucking mud. "Someone grab

The Most Terrifying Machines Ever Invented By Man Essay
Rollercoasters are the most terrifying machines ever invented by man, especially to an eleven year
old. I had been looking forward to this trip for a long time getting to ride my very first rollercoaster.
Being the oldest and biggest of my two brothers I was the only one tall enough to ride on them yet.
The whole trip I had been bragging about how I was going to ride all of them. My Dad and Mom
had gotten on to me for talking about it too much because my brothers where a little bit jealous that
they couldn't ride. I didn't care I was too excited to care.
As soon as we got to the amusement park the smell of popcorn and cotton candy filled my nose. The
anticipation that had been building up for the trip all came to a boil as soon as I walked through the
turn stile. The first thing that I did was find the map and figured out where the rollercoasters were.
My dad had to run to catch up to me and keep me from getting in line by myself. I didn't know why,
I was eleven years old I could ride on the rollercoaster and my brothers couldn't I was basically an
adult now. I could do anything, or so I thought.
My Dad and I walked up to the line of the first rollercoaster that we came across. Over the line there
was a gigantic sign that read "The Diamondback", my stomach sank. The reality finally hit me, I
was about to get on this and go 100 miles per hour and get turned us upside down. All sorts of
images filled my head. Images of me flying off as we went around the turn or falling out

Philosophy of Life Essay
"All that I'm after is a life full of laughter" (Life After You– Daughtry). Everyone has their own
personal outlook on life. Some people feel like money and success bring them happiness, others feel
like love is all they need. As Aristotle once said, "Happiness is believed to be the most desirable
thing in the world..." (Aristotle) Everyone wants different things. I however, feel like you don't need
a lot to be happy in life, it's the little things that count. Having your family and friends, and people
who care about you, falling in love and having that person with whom you can disclose your trust
with, helping other people and putting them before yourself, expressing your feelings and emotions,
and living your life to the fullest every ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
You cannot look for love, love finds you. It is unexpected and seems unrealistic, but once I
encountered what love really was everything changed. All of a sudden nothing else seems to matter;
your priorities, your thoughts, and your actions all become about this person. You want to do
everything to make them happy, and if they are then you are to. Once you find someone who you
can share anything with and who makes you feel as if you have everything in the world and you
don't need anything else, thats love. That is what I think helps you reach your ultimate happiness,
having that person who you can share your life with. To see other people pleased puts a smile on my
face. I think everyone needs help getting through hard times and problems throughout their lives,
and helping people overcome their obstacles helps me reach my ultimate happiness. Everyone goes
through road blocks in their lives. Whether they are small and they don't know what boy to date, or
big where they lost someone close to them, people need help making decision and going on in life. I
enjoy listening to peoples problems, I enjoy putting them before myself and going out of my way to
make sure the people I love and the people who need me are happy. This is what should bring
happiness into everyones life. Knowing I just helped someone conquer a predicament or help them
through a tough situation makes me feel like I mean something to the

Essay about Personal Narrative- Transformation of a...
Personal Narrative– Transformation of a Hurting Teen
Before I lost my innocence I was care–free, and full of love. But I grew up and my peers began to
tease me. "Am I really fat, ugly, stupid and dorky"? I thought. Every loving part of me was torn
apart piece by piece by my young peers like wolves on the prowl. Every fault and every flaw I
owned was brought to my attention. This teasing spawned an anger in me so strong that every aspect
of my life was destroyed. I began to rebel towards any kind of authority as a way to protect myself. I
felt that every breathing thing was out to hurt me.
When I was fifteen years of age, this rebellion turned juvenile and I began to get into quite a bit of
trouble with my parents and teachers. I ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
I was shyly intimidated at first, but eventually found a group of normal girls like myself.
Soon I began to change my behavior. The staff loved me and accepted me with open arms. The
structured daily schedule filled with schoolwork, chores and devotions taught me how to prioritize
my time. I began to obey the rules and was awarded certain privileges and freedoms. My heart had
not yet changed, but I was slowly beginning to ponder on God and his abounding love.
In August of 2001, I gave my life over to God and gave up my selfishly sinful ways. I recall this
memory very vividly. I was sitting in the back row of the chapel with my arms crossed and a
hardened look on my face like Popeye the sailor man. The friends I had found were just like me,
trying their hardest to please the staff, follow the rules and get out of this program and back into the
real world. But something miraculous happened. I suddenly realized I was a sinner and living a life
full of multiple defense mechanisms was going to get me nowhere. I wanted the love of Christ and
was thereby freed from the chains of self–pity and unworthiness.
My life was defined by my accepting the Christian faith and was changed for the better. I was a
living example of Christ's power and developed a slightly permanent "Kool–aid smile" on my face. I
became the beautiful creation God intended me to be. While at House of Hope, several aspects of
my

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