I agree with your post. I also felt that with each state having a myriad of laws that aren’t necessarily congruent with other states, let alone the federal government, would make it difficult if not impossible to have a single court. Therefore, with the way our system is set up, it is a necessity to have a multi-tiered court. When looking at the downside, I hadn’t contemplated the fact of jurisdictional conflict.…
Lucy Calkins advocates that students need to write about personal stories, or what matters most to them (Calkins & Harwayne, 1991). Writing with a purpose is a major part of writing workshop (Calkins & Harwayne, 1987). I will go more in depth, on the topic of writing with a purpose, in the motivation section of this paper. Self-assessments are another key component during independent writing time (Calkins, Hohne, & Robb, 2015). Lucy Calkins, et al.…
Changing the Playing Field It’s go time. We take the field and get ready to throw down. Everyone is ready to give their best to the challenging task at hand.…
She lays on me, painting my chest with her ebony hair. With each of my breathes her head rises and falls, it must of been the the simple rhythm that sent her to sleep. I have not known her long, or even know her middle name, but as I hold her delicate frame, a thousand thoughts go through my head. I think about how she feels under my hands, how her comforting warmth radiates to them. I think about how much I want her, yet love her at the same time.…
Can you repeat the past from 5 years ago? My answer is no nor do i want to repeat it. Five years ago i would of been in 8th grade and that was the worst school year ever. I was picked on and was basically a loser. There was so much crying i did because i was so hurt by people.…
It couldn’t have been past 10 a.m. when the alarm went off. We all knew what it meant- we were firefighters, it’s what we do. The fire chief told us that an apartment complex in downtown Boston had gone ablaze, and that it was really bad. We quickly got into our uniforms and hopped on as the fire truck left the station. We were a few miles away before I saw the smoke, a dark giant against the bright blue sky.…
Last night my dog bit me! My dad about shot him in the head with a shotgun, but I told him not to because that Bruiser, my dog, is too stupid to know what he did. He still wanted to shoot him in the face so I stood in front of Bruiser and told my dad to lower his weapon. I knew he would because I’m his baby girl and I can get anything I want, but I don’t do that because then I would be a spoiled brat and no one wants that.…
It all started on a wednesday morning it was a good day at school there isn’t to much talk about. So when school ended i rode the bus home like usual I got dressed up and went to football practice. When I got there i got a strange feeling like if my gut was trying to tell me something so I ignored it and to the locker room and i just remembered that it was going to be the first day of full pads so i put on my pads nervously put them on and bamm I walked out and went to the practice field.…
I woke up extra early this morning, because I knew I had to hike down and get water. Once I was up, I got all my stuff ready. As usual I was one of the first people ready. Being a morning person definitely came in handy on this backpacking trip.…
Chapter Two I was now driving down the road with a girl I didn't even know, but who thought she knew me. I couldn't imagine what Brad and my mom were thinking right now and how am I going to explain this when I get back to them? My mom is really protective over me as well, despite her blunt questions. I know I had to come up with a good excuse to explain to her.…
Throughout the time that I have spent in the educational system I have used various writing styles in my literature. These different styles have helped me to find out the type of person I am. When I first started writing, I would write in a style of just writing down words to form a story that had no true meaning. I maintained this form of writing until one of my middle school teachers had a talk with me about my form of writing. They spoke to me on how my style of writing wouldn’t help me moving forward, because other teachers and future professors wouldn’t accept the type of work I was making.…
Everyone has something they’re best at. Me, I’m particularly good at running away. I was unhappy. I knew I was unhappy and I knew I had been for a long time.…
Respectful with each other…………. Someday in summer, the sun was always shining and the air smelled like warm root beer .I was at the lake with a few of my friends. I accidentally pushed my friend’s phone into the lake and I lost it in the lake. He wanted me to pay 300 dollars to buy a new phone.…
Running down the staircase, taking two-steps at a time to approach the roaring of two beast combating within my commons area. They screeched, each with equal volume, their sides and how this was what had occurred earlier that day. My kin were at it again, my brother couldn’t help but contradict my mom. When my parents had been together, I had always attempted to mediate whatever they were deliberating about. Yet, I found myself unable to handle or control their discussion.…
My writing mostly follows prompts that I do not choose so I may not be as interested in what I am writing. This can cause my writing to seem boring and detached, which is good for a scientific research paper, but not for a more personal piece. I hope my writing could be interesting enough to keep a reader’s attention so this is something that I actively try to fix. Also, until this year, my writing had ever been seriously critiqued.…