A Little Bit

I was nervous before the interview and I think it’s the reason the opening to my interview had a little bit of a rough start. I didn’t notice it at first until later in the interview, but after introducing each other and getting some of her contact information I jumped straight into the interview questions. Even though I had explained what the interview…

you grow up?” As just being a little kid, kids might say something unrealistic or may realistic. But when I was asked what I wanted to be I said a vet. I loved animals and with having pets at home it taught me the responsibility of taking care of animals. It was not until I learned what vets actually have to do and I had no intent of doing that to animals even if it was to help them. I have never had a strong stomach and would get grossed out by just seeing a little cut. As I got to second grade…

For me, observing gym class was a tad more difficult due to having to pick my student out among the various students in their uniform. This took me a little bit, but I eventually did locate my student. In gym, since the students were playing volleyball, my student found one and shot it off the bleachers at the beginning. The gym was comprised of two gyms connected with one being larger than the other,…

It all begins with a push of a button. The process is simple. Pick one of the 196 000 pokie machines in Australia sat idle, awaiting their next victim. Insert some coins into a slot and press that green button. Mindlessly stare, wholly and completely fixated as those icons spin around and around. Powerless to those flashing lights, to that symphony of celebratory sound effects- which are more often than not, praising the loss of yoyr hard- earned money. Only to do it all over again. To 23…

first. Many of these can be quite harmful but, some are bit more harmless. You wouldn’t necessarily be insulted if someone thought you were a college student from the way you looked even though you were in fact a high school student nor would you really be insulted if someone thought you were cold because you were wearing a scarf or jacket. On the other hand being assumed to be a hooligan or bratty child due to the way you act or dress would be a bit more insulting I would imagine. In this way…

up and jumped back into their car, and drove away like a bunch of pansies.” I smiled, no one got hurt, and now the Socs know not to mess with me. I continued my speech to Johnny. “Also, the fights between the Socs and the Greasers died down a little bit, so no one really gets hurt anymore…” I expect Johnny’s voice to say something like, ‘see Ponyboy, no one has to get hurt anymore’ or something like that, but I’m just met with more silence. “You know what, Johnny, how about I read to you…,”…

George Leston the Second then threw a well timed and soft, at least by his standards, punch aiming straight for Lone's face. As soon as the two met, Lone tried to swing his glaive into George's abdomen but failed to connect his hit as he was hit by the incredibly fierce and powerful blow that George had prepared while running straight to his face. He was instantly sent rocketing back through the courtyard as all of the bone armour covering his face was smashed to pieces. A large impact was made…

the focus is Kimber 's altercations with the toilet, the bad idea of having a black dog in the middle of the night, and Callies ' nose issues. The tantrums of pure anger begin with Kimber. Before the next part, I should specify the problem a little bit. Kimber has long jowls that hang down on either side of her face. This means that…

entire book book was a little bit of a hassle. While I started reading this book I slowly fell in love with it, because It just gelled with me really easily. I figured out the genre as teen fiction due to the word choice and vocabulary used throughout the book, not super easy, but just hard enough to make you really think. I decided to read this book because of quite a few people recommending it to me, and I have a project on it, so It seemed…

am completely invisible. Sometimes I feel a little transparent, like I almost belong, but I am almost always missing out somehow. but I the fact still stands I am invisible, socially invisible. No matter where I am and regardless of how much I try stand out I just can’t stop blending in. As a member of generation that was raised with technology that makes communicating as easy as a tapping a screen or clicking button it is hard to not find it a little bit ironic, nevertheless I remain…