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The Desert War
Just before dawn on Dec. 24, an American cruise missile soared high over the southern coast of the Arabian peninsula, arced down toward the dark mountains above the Rafadh Valley in Yemens Shabwa province and found its mark, crashing into a small stone house on a hillside where five young men were sleeping. Half a mile away, a 27-year-old Yemeni - Robert F. Worth is the Beirut bureau chief of The New York Times. - By ROBERT F. WORTH
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Globe and MailChicago Teachers strike heads into second dayChicago TribuneMore than 350000 children will be locked out of Chicago public schools for a seco...
Educating Donovan: A 15-Year Struggle
Donovan Forde was dozing when the teacher came around to his end of the table. Pale winter light filtered in through the grated classroom window, and the warm room filled softly with jazz. It fell to his teachers aide to wake him up from his mid-morning nap. She shined a small flashlight back and forth in his eyes like a dockworker signaling a - By SHARON OTTERMAN
After Bus Attack, Afghan Police Mourn Their Own
A mammoth explosion tore through a police bus in the heart of Kabul on Sunday morning, killing at least 24 people -- 22 of them police academy instructors on their way to work -- in one of the deadliest insurgent attacks in Afghanistan since the fall of the Taliban in 2001. The blast occurred at 8:15 and was powerful enough to shear off the roof - Huge explosion on police bus in Kabul kills at least 24 people in one of deadliest insurgent attacks in Afghanistan since fall of Taliban in 2001; 22 victims are police academy instructors; blast also rips apart two other vehicles and wounds many passersby; Taliban spokesman says suicide bomber had infiltrated police ahd boarded bus; chaotic scene described; fellow polie officers mourn their slain comrades; photo (M) - By BARRY BEARAK; Abdul Waheed Wafa contributed reporting.
When I Run Out of Fights to Have, Ill Stop Fighting
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Chicago TEACHERS STRIKE HEADS INTO SECOND DAY | Economy
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Chicago TEACHERS STRIKE HEADS INTO SECOND DAY | Robs Big Blog
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THE LONG RUN; In Turmoil of 68, Clinton Found a New Voice
In September 1968, Hillary Diane Rodham, role model and student government president, was addressing Wellesley College freshmen girls -- back when they were still called girls -- about methods of protest. It was a hot topic in that overheated year of what she termed confrontation politics from Chicago to Czechoslovakia. Dynamism is a - Series The Long Run, about careers and lives of 2008 presidential hopefuls, focuses on Sen Hillary Rodham Clintons years as student at Wellesley College in 1960s, when her political beliefs changed and solidified; Clinton arrived at Wellesley as Republican and left as antiwar Democrat; became opposed to Vietnam war, but instead of attending violent protests she organized meetings, lectures and seminars; was outspoken political junkie, dedicated to cerebral policy debates and working for change within system; after assassination of Dr Martin Luther King Jr, she helped organize two-day strike; friends say Kings death was catalyzing for her and that she was less restrained and less deferential after his death; she immersed herself in campus matters, becoming student government president and bemoaning what she considered passivity of her classmates; photos (L) - By MARK LEIBOVICH
I have to write a cultural definition for my high school, I would love for somebody to give their opinion or?
some grammar help, etc! its quite negative but I warned you :) Thank you!
Walking into ---- High School at approximately 7:16, I am greeted by the same thing each morning: “Throw out your drink, that’s not allowed!” I agree to throw it out and apologize. If this teacher thinks I’m going to throw out my tea, he is more delusional than I originally thought. Its bad enough I have to be in this place at the crack of dawn as it is, let alone without caffeine.
The swarms of people around me are unmotivated. “The two minute bell just rang, get to homeroom kids!” shouts the anonymous teacher who doesn’t seem to know how to say anything else. I hear bits of conversation around me as I walk to my locker. It’s usually unoriginal; I’ve heard it all before.
“Bro, I got so hammered this weekend I don’t even—“
“Did you do the Judge homework? You did? Can I borrow it?”
I close my mouth just incase stupidity is contagious. I hear so many curses that if I strung them together I could make a belt for every unfortunate boy who seems unable to afford one of his own. I hear more teachers scolding students who have head phones hanging out of their ears (God forbid the faculty lets students listen to music, regardless of how crappy their music choices may be).
“The bell’s going to ring any second now kids, any second.” Just incase the students in the senior hallway don’t know this after four years.
I walk into homeroom and observe. I see 18 year old boys who have worn the same sweatshirts every day since sophomore year (washing machine?). Most of them have a half empty water bottle sitting next to their grimy shoes, which they will later use as a wastebasket for their brown, reeking dip spit. Before the end of the day I am guaranteed to see a boy climbing halfway into a garbage can in the hallway for a dip-spit-worthy container. When he finds one he will hold it up in the air like a trashy little prize.
“SCORE! Perfect.” He will smile with his brown teeth that will be surgically removed by age 40.
As much as I can pick apart the guys in my school, naturally I can pick apart the girls much more. I can see right through the inch and a half of bronzer caked onto their faces. I especially love when it’s the middle of January and its 10 degrees, yet somehow I see half of Wall’s female population wearing skirts-with their Ugg boots. Lesson #1- If it is cold enough to wear Ugg boots, it is too cold to wear a skirt. A few of them are staring into hand mirrors and applying even more mascara. I guess the giraffe look is in this season. They are unseasonably tan and religious devotees of Tantaztic, the local frying pan. The originality is stunning.
Don’t get me wrong, ---- High School is not all bad. It has it perks. Like…um, its close proximity to the gas station, and uh…its striking charm. Yeah, I’m pulling straws here…it sucks.
Answer: Great essay! loved the voice in it. The only thing i have to say is that you said "incase" a few time's and it's actually "in case" but besides that I think it was perfect!
Category: Homework Help
The Closer
Before the seventh game of the 2003 American League Championship Series with the Boston Red Sox, Mariano Rivera, the New York Yankees star who is widely considered the greatest relief pitcher in the history of baseball, said a prayer. Rivera, a deeply religious man, prays with his family before every home game. But this was a special prayer, which - James Traub is a contributing writer for the magazine. His most recent article was about the U.S. counterinsurgency effort in Afghanistan. - By JAMES TRAUB
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Teachers return to the picket lines as union reps head back to the negotiation table. ... Chicago Teacher Strike Goes Into Second Day. Teachers return to the picket lines as union reps head back to the negotiation table ...
Do I have an abusive/critical mother?
I am 17-years-old. My mother sends me to a private high school. Where there are a lot of ignorant, stuck up, rich kids. (Not all, but most). My mother has always been very critical of me! Negative criticism, constantly everyday! Everyday since I was very little, at about 5, my mother started becoming violent with me! Not your typical slap on the back. Instead, she would pull on my clothes, grab my face, push me into a wall, and knock me on the floor. She said I was a "bad kid", and needed to be controlled. She complained how I was so messy. She would tell me how to act, tell me I better start acting "normal" in public. Telling me if I would say something she thought was "odd, or strange". In 1st grade, I started developing social anxiety disorder. (which I still have to this day).
I would feel so pressured around kids, I would sit by myself, thinking no one would like me.
As I started advancing through school, my mother continued to make fun of me, constantly bickering, putting me down, being very pessimistic about everything I did. My social anxiety became to get worse, and I would literally hide from people in public, and keep my head down most of the time. In 5th grade, I began to be bullied, and started to be afraid to go to school. I would try telling my mom, but she would say "You are going to school, are you crazy, I dont care if kids are making fun of you, who cares". I became so stricken with fear, I would try to talk to her, and tell her about how I feel uncomfortable at school. I would tell her I dont want to go to school, Im afraid to, and she would get into fights with me. Pulling my hair, grabbing my ankles, dragging me across the room, tearing my clothes, kicking me, saying "get up you baby, whats wrong with you!?" Between the grades of 4-7, I had a total of about 20-30 black and blue marks, 3 nose bleeds due to grub ixg hit, 3 busted lips, 3 cuts from her nails, multiple scratch marks, 2 black eyes, and 1 incident when she split my head open with an rubix cub when I was 8 years old.
Another time, after school, she started yelling at me because while I was holding open the front door, she was trying to get her keys, and the wind blew, pushing the door forward, and bumped her foot. She flipped out. She started fighting with me outside. When I put my arms up to defend myself, she happened to cut my right hand open with her nail. She threw my back pack over a metal fence, and I had to go climb this fence to get it. My hand bleeding, getting my legs all scraped, trying to get my back pack. She then, locked my out of the house, in the 18 degree winter weather for a half hour.
When, it got physical in the house, I developed a usual hiding place, and safety technique. I had a little string I would use to try to keep to door to my room shut while she was trying to break in, and attack me. Hoping to buy some time for her to calm down, and try convincing her not to hurt me saying "please dont mom, I love you", before she got past the door, and get a hold of me.
With all suspicious, physical marks. She would tell me stories to say to the teachers about what "happened", if they asked. Saying I fell down the steps with my roller skates on, got scratched by a dog and such.
She actually got called into the school 2 times, when they were concerned about my home life and my safety. She lied to them both times, telling them, Im accident prone, the second time said I was violent.
Even though this was my past, and I am now almost 18-years-old. There are still emotional scars there. Everytime I try to bring up the past of physical abuse, she gets very defensive and tells me I was a bad kid, and SHE was defending herself from me.
Even to this day, I am emotionally/psychologically abused. Calling me a freak because I add dark brown/black streaks in my hair, making fun of my nails, saying I cant paint them right. Making fun of my makeup, calling me stupid, and retarded. Constantly putting me down for every decision I make.
By the way, my dad is constantly working. He is not interested in my school, or even shows a concern of how my mother treats me.
I am afraid, frustrated, sad, and broken. I never could understand why she did this to me! Even now, when I mention it she tells me "it wasnt that bad,", or "well, you were a terrible child".
Is this normal behavior for a mother? Did I do something wrong?
What advice could you give me?
Be honest!
~Sarah
Answer: Nana Lamb?? Your name should be Nana Wolf !! You should have kept reading other posts and kept your rude comment to yourself!!
I think you should certainly tell someone at school. I read you whole post and my heart is literally hurting for you. Where is your father, or grandmother, do you have other siblings? Please talk to someone and DO NOT make excuses for your mother, she is a horrible person and I would love to meet her in a dark alley! She will get whats coming to her honey, but for now PLEASE tell someone you can trust and get away from that horrible person you HAVE to call "mom"... xo
Category: Mental Health
Help! is it me?, or is she DTF!?
THIS IS 100% true and i really need second opinions, my best friend and i cannot believe this is actually happening to have rash thoughts. shes older (yes both of us are legal) but she has got 10yrs on me. im freshman in college.and she was an ex high school teacher of mine. i always would see her for help. and she would sometimes playfully smack my leg (knees or thigh) if i said something a lil snaky in a funny way. one moment i was walking with my GF at the time (single now) and she slapped my arm for saying something again snaky but funny and when we separated (her class was next to mine) my teacher slapped my ass ha ha. i mean i kinda liked it cuz im crushing on her but i didnt believe it and nether did my friends. further down the line of continued "coming in for Help" i get her email address for her smart phone because she was gonna send me a coupon for something. we start messaging back in for small talk. anyway end of the year we both keep saying stuff Like "OHo what are you gonna do when you dodintee me everyday? " and such now at this point my GF breaks up with me. shes going away to college and im staying her (it was a total BLIND SIDED =[ ) anyway i tell my ex teacher via email "why dont you text me (provide number) it makes it easyer for me not to log into my email. i check my email no replays was like "F&*$) she thinks im weird but in the night i get a text with her number. i get the balls to ask her to hang and she agrees i go over there not knowing what we would do (no set plans made it was a "come over" ) and we go on my sport bike (yes i know sexy right? ) and she loves it. i was getting back messages at stop lights and such we go back to her apprt. and she makes me food we eat, then watch a movie i try scooting close but only to get "why are you so close?" i told her i could move away if was a problem she said "no your fine right there" i didnt know how to take it so i didndidntanything with it, later i get a real back message cuz its killing me from the bike (she leaned way to hard on me lol) and eveneventuallyare both lying heads together on the couch at like 1am. i dont make a move cuz its so weird but would be TOTALLY HOT if this happened later on i feel she wants me to leave i start getting ready but we strike up a convo and i take my helmet and back pack off (fast foward) she goes into her bedroom and i follow and dive into her bed. its like 2am.. and she rubs my back some more after i ask her too i turn off the lights to "sleep" but she says i cant stay and turns them back on. she grabs my arm and says "im stronger than you" and my arm beats hers and even her two handed we are almost equal. (im not a big guy 57) anyway i tell her stuff like "let have a sleep over, but i gotta tell you i only sleep in boxers , do you sleep in just boxers?" she says "no i wear pj and shirt" i say "dont you think that will make me feel uncomfortable? like im exposing myself or somthing perhaps you should just go boxers too so i dont feel weird?" im rubbing my fingers through her hair for a good min and they she says "thats enough of that" anyway eventually i leave nothing happends but we keep texting and im going over their again very soon, (a few days from now) should i go for it? haha i just dont know, i mean i want this to happen BAD its my dream (teacher and milf) 2 birds 1 stone. what do i have to loose? does it sound like she wants it? or is she just a friend that has a hard time telling me im breaking the boundaries honestly with this information ive given do you think she is DTF?
Answer: You may do it , Good luck
Category: Etiquette
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19 hours ago ... “'There is a lot of anger,' said Vicki Turbov, an English teacher at North-Grand High School in Humboldt Park who has two children attending ...
can you read my story (long but plz read)?
this is my story it has to be three pages long. it is an english assessment so i had no choice but to shorten it i have no desire to become an author but maybe helping me out will improve my grade
Illusion of the mind
Chapter 1
Darkness surrounded me like a thick fog making it impossible to see. I stretched my arms out in front of me in vain; hoping to find a way out of this labyrinth, a bead of sweat trickled down my forehead. I’ve been here before I know I have I just don’t know when it’s like a memory lost in the sea of my mind. I was hesitant to continue on, I sensed a presence behind me......suddenly I felt as if there were a blade pressed against my throat daring me to move, the cold piece of metal was taunting me almost dancing on my neck swaying side to side, waiting for the right moment to strike, Gripped by fear I was released only to find....................................BRINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.
The sound of the bell rang throughout the school bouncing across the corridors thus piercing the ears of the pupils and teachers, conclusively bringing me back to reality. I instinctively grabbed my throat as if the knife was still compelled against it, I sighed had I been sleeping in class again well I’d been prone to nightmares ever since I was a little.......
‘MISS JONES!’
A stern voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned slowly almost dramatically to face my teacher who was absolutely seething with rage.
‘How would you like to take a trip to the head masters office after school’ yelled miss bevja
‘WHAT’ I replied
‘I don’t know where you THINK you are but we do not tolerate sleeping in class’
Why did I feel like it was the end of that conversation, I felt as if she only picks on me!
‘She is such a stupid cow’ Kate whispered under her breath, but to her dismay Miss Bevja heard.
‘What did you say!’ bellowed Miss Bevja
‘Ummmmm....nothing ‘Kate replied
I almost laughed as if she’d believe that pathetic excuse.
‘Well done Miss Gardener you’ve won yourself a trip to the principal’s office too’
I groaned I really hate it when teachers punish you but act as if you are being praised.
Kate took it surprisingly well but when I saw her clenching her fist I knew that she was restraining herself from punching out a couple of misses teeth
I yawned as miss resumed teaching .The day slipped by and soon it was the end of the day.....for most kids, time to have a ‘talk’ with the head teacher. Kate and I were walking down the hall, although she was talking to me, I barley heard a thing my mind was replaying the dream I had, what it meant as I did the previous times, before I could explore it further Kate was called in.
‘Miss Gardner the principle will see you now’ said the PA assistant.
‘Wish me luck’ she murmured
I sniggered how could she be so cool with it, I was sweating so much I could barely see! I stared at the clock intently counting the seconds go by until I couldn’t bear it any longer ,what was she taking so long for, the PA assistant was on coffee break so I crept up to the door of the principal’s office and listened.
‘You can’t do that, she deserves to know!!!’
That was Kate.
‘Don’t be ridiculous she is doing fine we don’t have to risk exposing her or they WILL find her’
‘They know she is the key there is no way we can hide her’
‘T here is no need to hide her if she gone’
‘What are you saying......?’
‘Well..... it’s come to my attention that people have found new ways to track people down and well it’s time to take out the trash’ he reasoned
What were they on about? My stomach clenched up like my fist and I suddenly felt sick.
‘What! Do you mean kill...’ I heard the words choke in her throat
‘I am sorry there is no other way’
‘Just list...’
‘No scarlet will cease to exist by morning its over’ he roared
‘Her safety was put into our hands ‘Kate cried
‘And we will do with it what we please’ he replied
I gasped...a little too loud
‘For all we know she could be listening to us right....now’
sorry too much word i cant fit the second chapter here is the question you should write to find chapter two...Chapter two my story hope you finsh it before commenting
READ THE NEXT CHAPTER KATHRINE.....PLEASE QUICKLY
Answer: Print chapter 2!! I am gripped!!! Best story ever!!!!!!! Please write it quickly!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) xx
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Oldies but funnies...Well I laughed.
A selection of Newspaper headlines that have not been thought out very well
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Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers
Safety Experts Say School Bus Passengers Should Be Belted
Drunk Gets Nine Months in Violin Case
Survivor of Siamese Twins Joins Parents
Farmer Bill Dies in House
Iraqi Head Seeks Arms
Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over
British Left Waffles on Falkland Islands
Lung Cancer in Women Mushrooms
Eye Drops Off Shelf
Teacher Strikes Idle Kids
Reagan Wins on Budget, But More Lies Ahead
Squad Helps Dog Bite Victim
Shot Off Womans Leg Helps Nicklaus to 66
Enraged Cow Injures Farmer with Ax
Plane Too Close to Ground, Crash Probe Told
Miners Refuse to Work after Death
Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant
Stolen Painting Found by Tree
Two Soviet Ships Collide, One Dies
Two Sisters Reunited after 18 Years in Checkout Counter
Killer Sentenced to Die for Second Time in 10 Years
War Dims Hope for Peace
If Strike isnt Settled Quickly, It May Last a While
Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures
Enfields Couple Slain; Police Suspect Homicide
Red Tape Holds Up New Bridge
Deer Kill 17,000
Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery; Hundreds Dead
Dealers Will Hear Car Talk at Noon
Man Struck by Lightning Faces Battery Charge
New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group
Astronaut Takes Blame for Gas in Spacecraft
Kids Make Nutritious Snacks
Chef Throws His Heart into Helping Feed Needy
Arson Suspect is Held in Massachusetts Fire
British Union Finds Dwarfs in Short Supply
Ban On Soliciting Dead in Trotwood
Lansing Residents Can Drop Off Trees
Local High School Dropouts Cut in Half
New Vaccine May Contain Rabies
Deaf Mute Gets New Hearing in Killing
Air Head Fired
Old School Pillars are Replaced by Alumni
Grandmother of Eight Makes Hole in One
Man Steals Clock, Faces Time
Queen Mary Having Bottom Scraped
Never Withhold Herpes from Loved One
Smokers Are Productive, But Death Cuts Efficiency
Two Convicts Evade Noose, Jury Hung
Childs Stool Great for Use in Garden
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Man is Fatally Slain
Prostitutes Appeal to Pope
Autos Killing 110 a Day, Lets Resolve to do Better
Is There a Ring of Debris Around Uranus?
These are real!!
Answer: lol ur jokes r soooo funny!!! 10/10!
Category: Jokes & Riddles
past still haunting me?
hi , i have a problem with school pretty much all my school life ive had problems like , when i was in primary i was beaten up by everyone even the younger children mostly because of my weight (i have illness making me this size) and the teachers used to pick on me ALOT like making me stand in front of the class and sing ect. even though i was terrified which they knew and btw the lesson had nothing to do with music and i stood there with EVERYONE laughing at me including the teachers and the head master :( i had shoes thrown at me too :( but lets get to my bit about secondary school, so when i was in year 7 (i went to a dif school to anyone else in my school) i had no friends and just sat on my own all day being laughed at by the year 8s at the time , then in year 8 i was there from sept to feb and it was getting better then my second cuz joined my school and my tutor then i got struck down with severe IBS , then depression then not long after under active thyroid, so pretty much since then i have been off school , since then my mum was sued by the countsil (lucky they are getting £250 not £900! ) and the stress of that bad my IBS worse , so now im trying to get back to school i am aloud to go into a special room for a couple months and then i have to go into lessons and im SHITTING IT! LOL the biggest problem is this one girl whos in my tutor (she moved this year from the local school) shes best friends with my ex-friend whos now back friends with my ex-best friend :( im going to try and explain in the most PC terms I Can! , pretty much i got involved with this "gang" when i met my ex-best friend 4 years ago she was nice and everything , then she moved to the secondary school , she got involved with this boy , he was in so many words a dirty tramp :P pretty much before i new it she would come over stinking of booze with little marks on her arms , then i met him he seemed nice and then we became mates , so skip to 2 years ahead , im now best mates with them and shes starting to get violent and i catch them having sex in my house , actual to be more pacific in my bed! ;:@ , there was a massive argument and she tried to jump out a window my guess is that she was high , then when i try stopping her she turned on me and started kicking and punching me in till i collapsed then i woke up it was 6am , my mum was crying and they where gone , apparently my mum woke up , saw what they where doing to me and kicked them out and then watched me and cried till i woke :( then 3 weeks later i got a visit from the police it turned out this girls mother had reported me to the police! , she had bruised ribs and marks on her arms (my guess the ribs from the violent sex they had and marks on arms from the drugs ) i showed the police my bruises (stomach COVERED in deep black bruises , chest with burst veins ect, one fractured leg ) so i told them what happened they then asked where her marks came from , i said i was sure she was on drugs , they then did i drug test after her mother forced her , it came back with signs of cocaine , heroin and others , the case was dropped against me , i was told to stay away , i did for 6 months then i stupidly started talking to her , she then made fake fbs and MSNs of me and wrote messages from the fake me to herself , she then toke photos and showed then around school , these showed me "apparently" say i was pregnant with his baby (for the record im not and never was) so here we are now his best mates in my year and he promised to get "revenge" , so wat can i do? im REALLY scared the whole situation had left me traumatized as you could imagine , so now ive just sent in my options and have a couple months left of year 9 and really need to get into school! so any ideas? sorry for rambling on!
Answer: I have a past that stops me going to school to (too personal) but you just have to get up and go to school man I have no friends too ive been backstabbed by people who I thought were my friends now I dont trust anyone I keep to myself. But I t would be best for you since there is only 4 months lefft of year 9 (im in same year) gotta get ya head down and deal with it theres not much of school left I know the last years have seemed like hell but once you have left school it will all seem like nothing as school you dont learn how to get through life its when you leave school your life starts. Then you can have a fresh start and forget everything and look to the future
Category: Primary & Secondary Education
Teachers' Strike To Enter Day 3; Union Boss Calls Progress 'Glacial ...
The Chicago teachers' strike will head into its third day on Wednesday, after the latest round of talks ended Tuesday night without a deal to bring teachers back to work, and the head of the Chicago Teachers Union describing the two sides as "kilometers apart." ... Chicago public school teachers and their supporters picket in front of the Chicago Public Schools (CPS) headquarters on the second day of a teachers' strike on September 11, 2012 in Chicago, Illinois.
Actual Newspaper Headlines! Read If You Need a Good Laugh?
Willys cynical thought for the fugging day,
This sign will be posted wherever I work: "We dont discriminate against crazy people, but if youre stupid youre on your freaking own!"
*Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Expert Says
*Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers
*Safety Experts Say School Bus Passengers Should Be Belted
*Drunk Gets Nine Months in Violin Case
*Survivor of Siamese Twins Joins Parents
*Farmer Bill Dies in House
*Iraqi Head Seeks Arms
*Is There a Ring of Debris around Uranus?
*Stud Tires Out
*Prostitutes Appeal to Pope
*Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over
*Soviet Virgin Lands Short of Goal Again
*British Left Waffles on Falkland Islands
*Lung Cancer in Women Mushrooms
*Eye Drops off Shelf
*Teacher Strikes Idle Kids
*Reagan Wins on Budget, But More Lies Ahead
*Squad Helps Dog Bite Victim
*Shot Off Womans Leg Helps Nicklaus to 66
*Enraged Cow Injures Farmer with Ax
*Plane Too Close to Ground, Crash Probe Told
*Miners Refuse to Work after Death
*Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant
*Stolen Painting Found by Tree
*Two Soviet Ships Collide, One Dies
*Two Sisters Reunited after 18 Years in Checkout Counter
*Killer Sentenced to Die for Second Time in 10 Years
*Never Withhold Herpes Infection from Loved One
*Drunken Drivers Paid $1000 in `84
*War Dims Hope for Peace
*If Strike isnt Settled Quickly, It May Last a While
*Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures
*Enfields Couple Slain; Police Suspect Murder
*Red Tape Holds Up New Bridge
*Deer Kill 17,000
*Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery; Hundreds Dead
*Man Struck by Lightning Faces Battery Charge
*New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group
*Astronaut Takes Blame for Gas in Spacecraft
*Kids Make Nutritious Snacks
*Chef Throws His Heart into Helping Feed Needy
*Arson Suspect is Held in Massachusetts Fire
*British Union Finds Dwarfs in Short Supply
*Ban On Soliciting Dead in Trotwood
*Lansing Residents Can Drop Off Trees
*Local High School Dropouts Cut in Half
*New Vaccine May Contain Rabies
*Man Minus Ear Waives Hearing
*Deaf College Opens Doors to Hearing
*Air Head Fired
*Steals Clock, Faces Time
*Prosecutor Releases Probe into Undersheriff
*Old School Pillars are Replaced by Alumni
*Bank Drive-in Window Blocked by Board
*Hospitals are Sued by 7 Foot Doctors
*Some Pieces of Rock Hudson Sold at Auction
*Sex Education Delayed, Teachers Request Training
*Include your Children when Baking Biscuits
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From; Willy Jokes archives! Best jokes anywhere cause I steal from everywhere!
Answer: LMFAO!!!!
New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group!
So much for higher education! ; )
Keep up the good work darlin' !
Category: Jokes & Riddles
THE SCHOOL ISSUE: JUNIOR HIGH; Coming Out in Middle School
Corrections Appended Austin didnt know what to wear to his first gay dance last spring. It was bad enough that the gangly 13-year-old from Sand Springs, Okla., had to go without his boyfriend at the time, a 14-year-old star athlete at another middle school, but there were also laundry issues. I dont have any clean clothes! he complained to me - Benoit Denizet-Lewis, a contributing writer for the magazine, is the author of America Anonymous: Eight Addicts in Search of a Life. His new book, American Voyeur, a collection of his writing, will be published in January. - By BENOIT DENIZET-LEWIS
Funniest thing that has ever happened to you at school?
Funniest thing that has ever happened to you at school, whether it has happened to you, happened to someone else
Feel free to post more than one answer
My answers:
1) This was many years ago when I was young, dumb and immature, as were many of my friends. A food war was taking place around the school, a friend of mine tried to brand me but his orange went renegade and struck our maths teacher in the back of the head...
2) A couple of 15 yr olds ran around the school on the second to last day of the year pouring water on all of the girls... Deputy principal and parents were not happy...
3) A select team of friends and myself covertly plugged a wireless mouse into my social science teachers laptop. We were delighted as the ringleader of our group, who sat right up the front of the class, controlled the mouse under the desk. We opened up YouTube, went into her emails, went into Microsoft Paint and drew inappropriate pictures... This was all while the computer was hooked up to the projector - we never got caught!
4) A friend managed to persuade the poor, innocent naive Chinese teacher to let us watch Bruno. Of course, the assistant principal happened to come into the class halfway through - a real close call! I do feel sorry for the teacher though. Thankfully nobody got into any trouble.
Anyway
Feel free to post your ideas, thanks in advance!
Answer: 1) During a food fight, this girl got hit in the face with an unopened gatorade.
2) Teacher found a burrito duct taped under a desk in class.
3) Friend said "orgasm" instead of organism while reading out loud in science.
4) Teacher bent over in front of me & his @ss was moist.
Category: Polls & Surveys
Chicago TEACHERS STRIKE HEADS INTO SECOND DAY | theGrio
20 hours ago ... CHICAGO (AP) — A strike by thousands of teachers in Chicago headed into its second day Tuesday, creating a political headache for Mayor ...
What do you think about Schopenhauers essay on women?
The nature of the female
One needs only to see the way she is built to realize that woman is not intended for great mental or for great physical labor. She expiates the guilt of life not through activity but through suffering, through the pains of childbirth, caring for the child and subjection to the man, to whom she should be a patient and cheering companion. Great suffering, joy, exertion, is not for her: her life should flow by more quietly, trivially, gently than the mans without being essentially happier or unhappier.
Women are suited to being the nurses and teachers of our earliest childhood precisely because they themselves are childish, silly and short-sighted, in a word big children, their whole lives long: a kind of intermediate stage between the child and the man, who is the actual human being, ‘man.’ One has only to watch a girl playing with a child, dancing and singing with it the whole day, and then ask oneself what, with the best will in the world, a man could do in her place.
Natural weapons
In the girl nature has had in view what could in theatrical terms be called a stage-effect: it has provided her with superabundant beauty and charm for a few years at the expense of the whole remainder of her life, so that during these years she may so capture the imagination of a man that he is carried away into undertaking to support her honorably in some form or another for the rest of her life, a step he would seem hardly likely to take for purely rational considerations. Thus nature has equipped women, as it has all its creatures, with the tools and weapons she needs for securing her existence, and at just the time she needs them; in doing which nature has acted with its usual economy. For just as the female ant loses its wings after mating, since they are then superfluous, indeed harmful to the business of raising the family, so the woman usually loses her beauty after one or two childbeds, and probably for the same reason.
Absence of genius
Nor can one expect anything else from women if one considers that the most eminent heads of the entire sex have proved incapable of a single truly great, genuine and original achievement in art, or indeed of creating anything at all of lasting value: this strikes one most forcibly in regard to painting, since they are just as capable of mastering its technique as we are, and indeed paint very busily, yet cannot point to a single great painting; the reason being precisely that they lack all objectivity of mind, which is what painting demands above all else. Isolated and partial exceptions do not alter the case: women, taken as a whole, are and remain thorough and incurable philistines: so that, with the extremely absurd arrangement by which they share the rank and title of their husband, they are a continual spur to his ignoble ambitions. They are sexus sequior, the inferior second sex in every respect: one should be indulgent toward their weaknesses, but to pay them honour is ridiculous beyond measure and demeans us even in their eyes.
Answer: This author is taking what are great attributes of women and making them sound less than valuable.
Far from being childish, we women nurture the childlike qualities in men and provide emotional and physical support to them in order that they may realize their full material and spiritual potential. The importance of this role cannot be overemphasized. This does not demean us, but puts us in a position of great importance in the family and in society. We are the framework on which our families rely and our ability to sense the spiritual aspects of nature puts us in a unique position to open this world up to our mates and our families.
Unfortunately, in our world the way it is today, men and women cannot connect to the nature of the other in a meaningful way until we understand the importance of our roles and responsibilities to each other form a spiritual standpoint.
I am going to include some links on the role of women from a different spiritual perspective for your review if you are interested. I hope they shed some light on what I am trying to say.
Best wishes and thanks for the interesting essay:)
Category: Gender & Women's Studies
read my story pleaseeee?
this is my story it has to be three pages long. it is an english assessment so i had no choice but to shorten it i have no desire to become an author but maybe helping me out will improve my grade
Illusion of the mind
Chapter 1
Darkness surrounded me like a thick fog making it impossible to see. I stretched my arms out in front of me in vain; hoping to find a way out of this labyrinth, a bead of sweat trickled down my forehead. I’ve been here before I know I have I just don’t know when it’s like a memory lost in the sea of my mind. I was hesitant to continue on, I sensed a presence behind me......suddenly I felt as if there were a blade pressed against my throat daring me to move, the cold piece of metal was taunting me almost dancing on my neck swaying side to side, waiting for the right moment to strike, Gripped by fear I was released only to find....................................…
The sound of the bell rang throughout the school bouncing across the corridors thus piercing the ears of the pupils and teachers, conclusively bringing me back to reality. I instinctively grabbed my throat as if the knife was still compelled against it, I sighed had I been sleeping in class again well I’d been prone to nightmares ever since I was a little.......
‘MISS JONES!’
A stern voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned slowly almost dramatically to face my teacher who was absolutely seething with rage.
‘How would you like to take a trip to the head masters office after school’ yelled miss bevja
‘WHAT’ I replied
‘I don’t know where you THINK you are but we do not tolerate sleeping in class’
Why did I feel like it was the end of that conversation, I felt as if she only picks on me!
‘She is such a stupid cow’ Kate whispered under her breath, but to her dismay Miss Bevja heard.
‘What did you say!’ bellowed Miss Bevja
‘Ummmmm....nothing ‘Kate replied
I almost laughed as if she’d believe that pathetic excuse.
‘Well done Miss Gardener you’ve won yourself a trip to the principal’s office too’
I groaned I really hate it when teachers punish you but act as if you are being praised.
Kate took it surprisingly well but when I saw her clenching her fist I knew that she was restraining herself from punching out a couple of misses teeth
I yawned as miss resumed teaching .The day slipped by and soon it was the end of the day.....for most kids, time to have a ‘talk’ with the head teacher. Kate and I were walking down the hall, although she was talking to me, I barley heard a thing my mind was replaying the dream I had, what it meant as I did the previous times, before I could explore it further Kate was called in.
‘Miss Gardner the principle will see you now’ said the PA assistant.
‘Wish me luck’ she murmured
I sniggered how could she be so cool with it, I was sweating so much I could barely see! I stared at the clock intently counting the seconds go by until I couldn’t bear it any longer ,what was she taking so long for, the PA assistant was on coffee break so I crept up to the door of the principal’s office and listened.
‘You can’t do that, she deserves to know!!!’
That was Kate.
‘Don’t be ridiculous she is doing fine we don’t have to risk exposing her or they WILL find her’
‘They know she is the key there is no way we can hide her’
‘T here is no need to hide her if she gone’
‘What are you saying......?’
‘Well..... it’s come to my attention that people have found new ways to track people down and well it’s time to take out the trash’ he reasoned
What were they on about? My stomach clenched up like my fist and I suddenly felt sick.
‘What! Do you mean kill...’ I heard the words choke in her throat
‘I am sorry there is no other way’
‘Just list...’
‘No scarlet will cease to exist by morning its over’ he roared
‘Her safety was put into our hands ‘Kate cried
‘And we will do with it what we please’ he replied
I gasped...a little too loud
‘For all we know she could be listening to us right....now’
sorry too much word i cant fit the second chapter here is the question you should write to find chapter two...Chapter two my story hope you finsh it before commenting
Answer: Oooh! I'm seriously intrigued by the storyline! Punctuation needs working on though, but maybe that's just 'cause you typed it up :L
Has great potential and only needs the teeniest tweak here and there.
=) and thanks for reading mine x
Category: Books & Authors
Chicago TEACHERS STRIKE HEADS INTO SECOND DAY - Barack Obama ...
17 hours ago ... The showdown in Chicago — the nation's third-largest school district — pits teachers against Mayor Rahm Emanuel, President Obama's former ...
Chicago TEACHERS STRIKE HEADS INTO SECOND DAY | Daily News - The ...
CHICAGO (Reuters) – Makayla Hudson, a Chicago fourth grader, bubbled with enthusiasm on Monday over her half day at an alternative program to shelter children during the public school teachers strike. "It was good!
haha newspaper headlines not thought out very well,check out the last one lol?
Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Expert Says
Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers
Safety Experts Say School Bus Passengers Should Be Belted
Drunk Gets Nine Months in Violin Case
Survivor of Siamese Twins Joins Parents
Farmer Bill Dies in House
Iraqi Head Seeks Arms
Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over
British Left Waffles on Falkland Islands
Lung Cancer in Women Mushrooms
Eye Drops Off Shelf
Teacher Strikes Idle Kids
Reagan Wins on Budget, But More Lies Ahead
Squad Helps Dog Bite Victim
Shot Off Womans Leg Helps Nicklaus to 66
Enraged Cow Injures Farmer with Ax
Plane Too Close to Ground, Crash Probe Told
Miners Refuse to Work after Death
Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant
Stolen Painting Found by Tree
Two Soviet Ships Collide, One Dies
Two Sisters Reunited after 18 Years in Checkout Counter
Killer Sentenced to Die for Second Time in 10 Years
War Dims Hope for Peace
If Strike isnt Settled Quickly, It May Last a While
Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures
Enfields Couple Slain; Police Suspect Homicide
Red Tape Holds Up New Bridge
Deer Kill 17,000
Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery; Hundreds Dead
Dealers Will Hear Car Talk at Noon
Man Struck by Lightning Faces Battery Charge
New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group
Astronaut Takes Blame for Gas in Spacecraft
Kids Make Nutritious Snacks
Chef Throws His Heart into Helping Feed Needy
Arson Suspect is Held in Massachusetts Fire
British Union Finds Dwarfs in Short Supply
Ban On Soliciting Dead in Trotwood
Lansing Residents Can Drop Off Trees
Local High School Dropouts Cut in Half
New Vaccine May Contain Rabies
Deaf Mute Gets New Hearing in Killing
Air Head Fired
Old School Pillars are Replaced by Alumni
Grandmother of Eight Makes Hole in One
Man Steals Clock, Faces Time
Queen Mary Having Bottom Scraped
Never Withhold Herpes from Loved One
Smokers Are Productive, But Death Cuts Efficiency
Two Convicts Evade Noose, Jury Hung
Childs Stool Great for Use in Garden
Nicaragua Sets Goal to Wipe Out Literacy
Man is Fatally Slain
Prostitutes Appeal to Pope
Autos Killing 110 a Day, Lets Resolve to do Better
Is There a Ring of Debris Around Uranus?
Answer: Jonsey I love your sense of humour. These were the best I have heard for a long time. If I new where you lived in North Wales, I would come and give you a big kiss.
Category: Jokes & Riddles
COLLEGE APPEAL LETTER REVIEW?
Dear University of Missouri Admission Officers,
Thank you for your very careful decision on my admission status, but I am writing to appeal your decision of not accepting me into the university. UMSL has always been my first choice as a college that I dreamed of attending. When I researched the school and found out that UMSL was named one of the best business administration schools by The Princeton Review, my interest for the school became even stronger. I feel being able to attend this school it will be the best and most enriching experience to receive my degree. I would be able to learn from the best and gain the best education so I can have a very successful future.
Based on my previous academic history in high school I understand why I wouldn’t be the first person to be chosen to attend the school. But aside from that I’ve had to overcome many struggles in my life that has greatly affected my focus on school, along with the high school that I was attending at the time. On April 15, 2005, my father died of a very sudden and unexpected brain aneurysm. He was one of the closest persons to hand it hit me very hard. He left behind me, my mom, and my young brother. That really didn’t help in my transition into becoming a high school student because I didn’t have a male figure to talk to, to keep my head on straight, to keep me focused on school. This situation greatly affected me and my grades in school as well.
As well as still being in a grieving process I had to attend Riverview Gardens High School which was not in the best of situations at the time. While attending Riverview Gardens High School there was a students strikes, a consent change of authority, a suicide death of an art teacher, and number of bomb threats. While I didn’t participate in any of the student strikes it greatly affected the teaching in the classroom as numeral of student would often get up and exit class to attend the strike, interrupting the classroom lesson and throwing the class in frenzy. The pain of losing my father and the useless drama at school greatly affected my performance in class causing me to earn lower grades and failing some courses.
Realizing this was not this was not the best environment for me to succeed I enrolled into North Technical High School second semester of my sophomore year. After getting accepting into the school I was informed that I could not attend North Technical High School half or full day because of the high volume of students already attending (Majority previous Riverview Gardens students), the admission counselor then gave me the alternative to attend South Technical High School half day and attending North Tech full day my junior year, I accepted. While attending South Tech I maintained a …….. After exploring careers in at the school I chose Firefighting as being my career exploration at North Tech my junior year. The very minimum you could have to continue on in the program was a 75% which I maintained and was invited to return my upcoming senior year. While in the firefighting class I became certified in Cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR). I also attended a Hazardous Material Awareness weekend long program which I passed a test and a practical to receive a certificate in. I also was awarded by renaissances when I received 2.5 my first semester of my junior year. I have since then turned that G.P.A into a 3.5 my first semester of my senior year.
Although my previous academic history shows that I maybe not ready for the challenge of courses at UMSL, I beg to differ. I am not the same person I was my freshmen and sophomore year. I have grown and matured and accepted the fact that there’s nothing more than my father would want then to see me succeed. And the only way I could see myself succeeding is being able to attend UMSL under any restrictions that are put in front of me. Now in my life I refuse to let any school or other people engagements yield me from receiving the education that I need and I deserve. So with all respect, I would like to ask you to reconsider my admission status once more.
WOULD YOU PLZ TELL ME IF THIS IS A GOOD APPEAL LETTER?
Answer: My advice would be to start from scratch. Do not use a thesaurus; instead, use only words you know. If spell check corrects a misspelling, make sure it corrects it to the right word (a dictionary is OK). Give yourself a limit of one single-spaced page and no more than three paragraphs. This is too long and too much of it is irrelevant. They're not going to read all that.
Your 3 paragraphs should be:
1. Intro (keep it short, don't waste time telling them how great their school is, just a sentence or two on why you want to go there will do)
2. Obstacles you faced in high school that affected your grades and how you made a fresh start
3. Showing that you're ready for UMSL
Right now you sound both presumptive (like, "You made a mistake. I deserve this,") and desperate ("Please, I'll do anything to get in, I'll fail in life if you don't let me in"). These are qualities that no university wants to see in a student. If you want them to take you seriously, change your approach. Give good arguments for why you would make a good UMSL student, and leave the decision in their hands.
And you can succeed without going to UMSL. I don't know if you're saying that because you think it will help your case (it won't) or if you really believe it, but you can do just fine starting at a community college and transferring, whether to UMSL or another school.
Category: Higher Education (University +)
How to make my parents let me change schools? I HATE it?
I HATE the school I go to now. First, every year they put me in a class level higher than I should be, so it takes me 2-3x longer to do my homework than the other kids. Plus, the teachers DO NOT listen to me. I told them before I didnt understand and they gave me that well then you need to start paying attention! excuse, which really makes no sense since I only know about half of the stuff their saying! Second, I have 0 friends. My BFF left last year to be homschooled, and this year she is going to a new school about 10 minutes away from the Middle school Ill be going to this year. Then I have about 5 friends: One of them is super close with the girl that hates my guts: seriously! And that girl has gotten me in trouble before for things I didn t do and told my secrets out (she promised not to). Plus my friend doesnt even see what she is doing so she says Just because you dont like her doesnt mean you have to lie! and gives me attitude. And I didnt even start the whole war thing! The hate-my-guts girl started it because my friend is the only friend she has and she thought I was stealing her away since she is a grade level higher than us. Then I have a friend that can be mean at points. She often says shell tell the whole school something embarrassing about me or tell my crush I like him if I dont do dares or tell her something. There is also a friend who is kind of mean because of how she was raised, and she has this helper lady follow her all day to make sure she behaves, which is totally annoying. There is also this really weird girl that pretends to be dragons and stuff all day and hug me during lunch and her breath always smells super bad and she talks right in my face. Plus people stare at me like I thought you were straight. And there is last but not least, my super smelly friend that always tries to get really close to me. I almost pass out because of how bad she smells. And whenever we have to go out for gym if its hot out, shell always try to sit in the shade or lye down on the soccer field. Third, I am so un-popular its almost a talent. All the popular girls talk about me behind my back and call me a loser and mean and stuff. I also need a lot of sleep! No matter how early I go to bed on a school night (Once I went to bed at 7!) I am always tired in the morning. In fact, on the normal summer day, I sleep 12-16 hours without waking up. Plus I cant go to bed earlier because I have to get home, which takes about a half hour after school since my bus is the last and all the people on my bus live further away from school than everyone else. Then I have to have dinner. Then my wonderful hours of homework (Even on Friday! I dont think its fair to make us suffer on the weekend too!). Also a shower. Then I have to read. And give my cat attention or she meows and eats my hair when Im trying to sleep so I get up and play with her. I have also been trying to hurt myself so I dont have to go back to school. I never found the strength to cut myself with a razor, but I have banged my head into walls super hard and stuff like that. Not to mention my sick days I faked. Also, you only have 3 minutes to go to your next class which is hard for me since I have to WALK from C wing (far left of the school) to A wing (far right of the school). WALK not RUN. And if it takes us a second over 3 minutes, they give us a strike. When you get 3 strikes, you end up with a lot of detentions. Also my dad always assumes I did something bad when I dont make it to class on time and get detentions because the principle hates me and says She has detention today because she did not do what she was supposed to be doing so it sounds like I was bad and my dad doesnt believe I was late to class. Also the stairs are steep and I am not the kind of person that spends all day bouncing around in revealing outfits chanting stupid things for hot football players, so it takes me longer. Plus I also have to carry about 10 pounds of books and stop to my locker to get different ones (which sucks because I have to go there before EVERY period and my locker is in C wing, when most of my classes are in A wing. So I have a class in A wing, walk all the way over to C wing just to get books, walk all the way back to A wing and get a strike mark for detention because Im late.) Also, the dont tell you the names of the teachers on your schedule. They give you the room numbers. So pretty much nobody knows where to go on the first day and the teachers that stand outside block the room numbers and are no help. I asked one of them last year and she told me to grow up and stop being a baby so I could find it. Then I asked her like 5 more times and told her I am 20 minutes late to class because she wouldnt help me. Then she said Ya well Im missing
Answer: 1st: I didn't read any of this. Waayy too long. Short questions not mini novels will garner more answers.
2nd: You can't MAKE anyone do anything. At best you can show them your side of things and hope they see your point of view.
Category: Parenting
The Playboy And His Power Games
The Prokhorov Effect Pretend you are putting a gun against my back, said the Russian billionaire. We were standing in a small training room on the third floor of his house outside Moscow. Suddenly he pivoted, and any ideas I had of sprinting off with his wallet went poof. His loaded foot was poised to crush my knee. You had to wonder, Did he - Chip Brown is a contributing writer for the magazine. His most recent article was about the soprano Danielle de Niese. - By CHIP BROWN
Chicago TEACHERS STRIKE HEADS INTO SECOND DAY
Republican presidential candidate Mitt Romney was making the Chicago teachers' strike an issue in his campaign against President Barack Obama. The issues in Chicago's first public school teachers strike in a quarter-century are ...
Is this a good start to a story?
Im in eighth grade and just writing a story for fun and would like to know your opinion on it so far.
Smack! "Steeeeerike!"
There I stood two outs in the bottom of the 6th. Beads of sweat dripping down my brow, ten pound oak bat in my hands. Excalibur i called it; leading me to victory, conquering the field. The sun was at its highest point in the sky. There was not a cloud to be seen for miles. Behind me crouched down was Erik Angus the meanest, toughest boy to have ever come to Houdin. My friend Harry Becker told me that a month before i had moved to Houdin He had pushed somebody off a carousel and they were never seen again.
"Dont miss it Bones!" He teasingly shouted.
Bones was my nickname. Something i never was very proud of, my fourth grade teacher started it. On my second day at a new school he brought me up in front of me and referred to me as "nothing but bones" because of my weight. No matter how i tried to get everyone to call me mac bones had already caught on.
Just as i turned to make a face at Erik the pitcher let go of the ball. Smack!
"Strike two!"
Erik Just laughed at me. My own team was rolling their eyes and packing up. I could hear their distant mumbling about losing the last game of the summer. Frustration built up inside of me. The Pitcher Stared at me as if i was his dinner, ready to pounce. Then in a blur his arm whisked around and released the ball from his fingertips.
Time seemed to slow down as the ball curved in towards me. Faces pressed up against the chain link fence in anticipation. This was it. Behind by one point there was a runner on second base. He had already began sprinting down the path. Strength and tension built up in my arms as i stepped back ready to swing with all my might. Then a small breeze and a flash of light.
Smack!
Silence. I felt my body collapse to the ground. A cloud of dust emerged from the floor emerging beneath me. A strangely familiar taste dripped into my mouth. I was completely lifeless. Through instinct my eyes closed. A chilling feeling sliced through my body separating it into two peices, a scream, and then... Nothing.
It seemed as though a lifetime had passed.I slowly raised a hand into the air it felt wrong the heat of the august sun had dissipated into an artificial warmth. I opened an eye carefully as though i was a newborn baby seeing the world for the first time. A familiar poster of The Beatles Hung above me. To my left a night-stand with my collection of Baseball cards still open to Babe Ruth. How in the..? my mind trailed off. Then to the right i tilted my head in place of my walkman there was a figure of a person in the dim light i could not decipher who it was. I jumped back, startled. The figure rose up giggling There with a big grin on her face was my older sister.
Filled with relief i moved closer to her.
"That sure is a big bump on your head Mac"
My Sister had watched over me for the last two years. My mom was a heavy drinker and my dad left me when i was nine. He never told me why, one day he came home with gifts for my sister and I. She was given a Porcelain doll. At the time she was ecstatic, being fifteen it was the most beautiful doll she had ever seen and started her on a collection. My father gave me a Magic Eight ball. I thought it was the most amazing thing in the entire world. That night when he left he wrote a note on the back of it.
"Let this answer your questions until i have answered my own ~Dad"
Every night I would ask it the same question, "Will my dad ever come back?" Every time it was the same answer "No Doubt". He hasnt come back yet.
I dont believe in coincidences
thanks for the advice i will add another gift for mac a ring or coin maybe?
and im going to be getting to editing a little later on
trying to get some ideas out first
i have a feeling its going to head into a story about a deck of fortune telling cards
that was my original inspiration at least
Answer: eh i bet u can do better its pretty awesome though
Category: Books & Authors
The Caste Buster
I came to Umred to write about a riot. A few months earlier, power blackouts that rural Indians always suffered silently triggered a violent reaction. Why? Umred was just another small town in the middle of nowhere, dusty and underwhelming. But Umred had begun to dream, townspeople told me, because of television, because of cousins with tales of - Anand Giridharadas is an online columnist for The Times and the author of India Calling: An Intimate Portrait of a Nations Remaking, out this week, from which this article is adapted. - By ANAND GIRIDHARADAS
What do you think about this as a beginning to a story?
Im in eighth grade and just writing a story for fun and would like to know your opinion on it so far.
Smack! "Steeeeerike!"
There I stood two outs in the bottom of the 6th. Beads of sweat dripping down my brow, ten pound oak bat in my hands. Excalibur i called it; leading me to victory, conquering the field. The sun was at its highest point in the sky. There was not a cloud to be seen for miles. Behind me crouched down was Erik Angus the meanest, toughest boy to have ever come to Houdin. My friend Harry Becker told me that a month before i had moved to Houdin He had pushed somebody off a carousel and they were never seen again.
"Dont miss it Bones!" He teasingly shouted.
Bones was my nickname. Something i never was very proud of, my fourth grade teacher started it. On my second day at a new school he brought me up in front of me and referred to me as "nothing but bones" because of my weight. No matter how i tried to get everyone to call me mac bones had already caught on.
Just as i turned to make a face at Erik the pitcher let go of the ball. Smack!
"Strike two!"
Erik Just laughed at me. My own team was rolling their eyes and packing up. I could hear their distant mumbling about losing the last game of the summer. Frustration built up inside of me. The Pitcher Stared at me as if i was his dinner, ready to pounce. Then in a blur his arm whisked around and released the ball from his fingertips.
Time seemed to slow down as the ball curved in towards me. Faces pressed up against the chain link fence in anticipation. This was it. Behind by one point there was a runner on second base. He had already began sprinting down the path. Strength and tension built up in my arms as i stepped back ready to swing with all my might. Then a small breeze and a flash of light.
Smack!
Silence. I felt my body collapse to the ground. A cloud of dust emerged from the floor emerging beneath me. A strangely familiar taste dripped into my mouth. I was completely lifeless. Through instinct my eyes closed. A chilling feeling sliced through my body separating it into two peices, a scream, and then... Nothing.
It seemed as though a lifetime had passed.I slowly raised a hand into the air it felt wrong the heat of the august sun had dissipated into an artificial warmth. I opened an eye carefully as though i was a newborn baby seeing the world for the first time. A familiar poster of The Beatles Hung above me. To my left a night-stand with my collection of Baseball cards still open to Babe Ruth. How in the..? my mind trailed off. Then to the right i tilted my head in place of my walkman there was a figure of a person in the dim light i could not decipher who it was. I jumped back, startled. The figure rose up giggling There with a big grin on her face was my older sister.
Filled with relief i moved closer to her.
"That sure is a big bump on your head Mac"
My Sister had watched over me for the last two years. My mom was a heavy drinker and my dad left me when i was nine. He never told me why, one day he came home with gifts for my sister and I. She was given a Porcelain doll. At the time she was ecstatic, being fifteen it was the most beautiful doll she had ever seen and started her on a collection. My father gave me a Magic Eight ball. I thought it was the most amazing thing in the entire world. That night when he left he wrote a note on the back of it.
"Let this answer your questions until i have answered my own ~Dad"
Every night I would ask it the same question, "Will my dad ever come back?" Every time it was the same answer "No Doubt". He hasnt come back yet.
I dont believe in coincidences
Answer: That's really good especially for an eighth grader. Im in the 10th grade and you used lots of strategies that we've learned in my creative writing class. Good job!
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I need opinions! Rate this please?
Im writing a really sad book. Here are the first 3 pages.. hope you enjoy it. please rate it and i think it will make you feel something or a connection to it when you read it, thanks. Rate it out of 10 and letme know how it goes.
c h a p t e r o n e
There I stood waiting, sinking into my own proportion of confusion. Staring into his eyes, wondering when I would be good enough. I’m only 11 years old, there’s plenty of time to grow up and fall in love, I thought to myself. But I wanted him, and I wanted him now. His beautiful blonde hair made his pale white skin stand out more than ever, his smile lighting up the whole playground. Erytis Gaunder. It was such a beautiful, unique name for a boy. I couldn’t believe I was going to play handball with him. This was my chance to show him that I was not just a worthless 5-grader.
“OUT! Who’s next? Hurry up we don’t have all day Melody.” The dark skinned boy yelled out from the other corner of the handball court. I stood up from the edge of the fence and walked towards the court. The tall Asian boy in front of me served the ball to the dark skinned boy, laughing furiously. I looked at him for a moment.
“New player.” I said, trying not to blush. “You’re meant to serve the ball to me.”
“More like an old player. Look at half of your face, it’s disgusting and old.” Erytis chuckled from the other corner.
My heart beat was racing so fast I thought I was going to collapse. The adrenaline rushed through my veins, burning every organ in my body like lava boiling inside a volcano-waiting to erupt. My eyes swelled in tears and there I was, running towards the office before I remembered that I left my bag next to the fence. I didn’t care about the bag now anyway. I counted each second, waiting for the clock to strike at 3:00pm. Why me? I thought. I walked to my classroom, my eyes fixed on the pink watch on my left wrist that Dad bought me last Christmas. I didn’t even think of telling a teacher about what Erytis said. Teachers never helped in these kinds of situations. They would just look at you mysteriously and give you a lecture on how you’re too young to like a boy and that you’re just a little baby and you don’t know what real love is.
As soon as the bell rang, I bolted off towards the gates running as fast as I could, my eyes overflowing with tears. My heart thumped so fast I had to calm it down. I reached my house and sat down in the front yard to rest before facing my parents at home, who had no idea what was going on. I wiped my tears and turned towards my unit.
“Welcome home Sandra! How was school?”
“It was good Mum, what’s for lunch?” I tried not to look at her face. Before I could let her answer, I walked into my room and remembered I had left my bag next to the fence. Mum was going to kill me. I turned my computer on and found the song I was looking for. I listened to it as I sang along and cried so much my eyes were burning with tears. The words echoed in my head.
“More like an old player. Look at half of your face, it’s disgusting and old.”
Of course that was it, the left side of my face. The one thing I wanted to get rid of that I couldn’t. It was old and wrinkly and covered in a large burn scar. The scar spread from just below my left chin, to top-left of my forehead. It spread down through my neck and onto the side of my left breast. It ended just above my belly button. It was disgusting, he was right. No boys will ever like me with this ugly thing that made me look different from all the other girls at school. Tears were flowing over my cheeks again. I knew I shouldn’t cry, because if you cry it means you’re weak. I didn’t want to be weak. I wasn’t weak. In fact right now I hated myself for letting myself be weak. For letting someone I liked so much let me down and make fun of me.
I sat on my bed and looked up at the ceiling. I knew He was the only person that would listen. I locked my hands together and started to pray.
“Dear God, I know I haven’t been a good girl lately.
I might have made a lot of mistakes.
Please take the pain away, God. Please let it stop hurting.
I promise I will be good, and do well to people who do badly to me.
Erytis is forgiven. Please God, take my scars. Help them heal.
Help me not cry about them anymore. Help me realise they’re special.
Help me be good in my grades, God.
Help me forget the hurting of the hot, boiling fire on the skin of my face.
Help me, God. I pray for everyone in the world to be happy.
I want every person in this world to feel happiness.
Thank You, God.”
I wiped my tears again and blew a kiss towards the ceiling. This was my way of showing how thankful I was to have God as a friend.
~
“Erytis?”
Kayla glanced at Hope.
“Sorry Melody but he won’t ever like you. He might be ONE of the prettiest boys
Answer: Poor Melody. I feel very sorry for your character. Still there are a few flaws in your writing. The voice you have used for the character sounds far too old for her years. Also, I had problems coming to terms with your opening paragraph. An eleven year old falling in love? If your character was 12 or 13 I think this would be more believable.
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