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She’s going to tell us about her expensive buy that costed less over time. Brody: Thanks, Brooklyn. Alright, Tessa. What happened when you bought your extremely pricey pooch? Tessa: Yes, well, a few years ago I bought my dog Arnold for 2,500 dollars. Arnold was expensive, I must admit, but he came with papers saying that his parents did not have health…

Amanda Stevenson Profs. Kuykendall & Woodiwiss MU/PO 215 6 April 2016 Historically, music has been routinely used as a tool of resistance. Specifically in the United States, music has been present for a plethora of extreme situations, from the encouragement found in the coded songs of slaves, to the inspired anthems used as motivation in violent riots in Ferguson, Missouri. However, the results of music’s effect in these situations have varied greatly. This is due to the fact that music simply…

It's these silent angers that can keep someone up at night cursing the world or the anger that causes you to say or do that one thing that knowingly will hurt someone out of spite. Anger is a powerful feeling that everyone shares silent or not. Its alright to feel angry. It's ok to have anger. It shapes who people are as a person. Anger shows the truth colors of those around and pushes people to act out of nature rather then calculated moves -- it brings pain. My poem easily expresses the anger…

“No! It wasn’t my idea either. It was my uncles. He wanted us to steal the Santa’s because he had embezzled money from the company and he wanted to make that money back for the holidays, and he figured the best way to do that would be to kidnap the stores Santa’s. He hired us to do all the dirty work for him, so no one would suspect that it was him. Also, he made us kidnap our store’s Santa too so that it would seem suspicious that we had a Santa when none of the other stores did. See, I had…

“Wolves” “There is a huge pack of wolves headed straight towards us!” “You can’t be serious. Tell me you’re just joking!” The men trembled in fear as they struggled to see what was wolves coming straight for them. Both were terrified, all the while Ulrich began to lose consciousness as he thought of what terrible of a scene was about to unfold. Ulrich woke up the next day in his home. Confused, Ulrich cried out for someone to come to him. “Please someone tell me what’s going on. How did I get…

After being invited by Nick to come to his place for tea to meet up with Gatsby. I felt extremely nervous because I did not know what was to come when I meet him. Gatsby is so well-known and I wouldn’t want to mess anything up. “Don’t bring Tom,” I warned her. “What?” “Don’t bring Tom.” “Who is Tom’?” she asked innocently. I knew exactly who Tom was, but just in case for any reasons necessary I acted confused. The next day, it felt funny, foggy and damp, so I grabbed my raincoat…

HOW COULD I FORGET? I killed her, and I had the nerve, the audacity to forget to visit her on the day she died. I’m freezing and stumbling and I can barely see. It’s too wintry for the flowers to be in bloom, and to make search even more futile, the flowers have to be white. What am I going to do? I sit down and let my sobs shake through my body; I don’t particularly care if anyone hears, my useless fingers pulling frost-covered blades of grass out of the soccer field and my head in my knees.…

My eyes felt like they were glued shut like I couldn’t open them no matter how hard I tried. I was in a different place, it wasn’t home and I felt my heart start to beat fast, I was getting scared these surroundings weren’t familiar to me and all I wanted to do was go home. I heard a scream, it sounded like a girl and it was getting closer and closer, my hands started to shake and my stomach dropped. I couldn’t think straight, all I could think about is the girl, the sound of how fast my heart…

bravery is destroyed by the pressure of being exposed by The Party and he gives up. In the end Winston daydreams of being on “the public dock, confessing everything, implicating everybody” (Orwell, 297). He hopes for death because “it was alright, everything was alright, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother” (Orwell,…

Reading a couple of stories on business-ethics.com as suggested by our Learning Journal assignment this week and to select one to write and analyze, the story about John Mackey a co-founder of Whole Foods Market stood out to me. Business ethics as Gruble writes is based on the values and codes of the company and can be written or unwritten and what is good or wrong is depending on the companies attitude and culture and applies to every level of the company (2011). I would certainly think that a…