Cicada

Understanding Curriculum Experiences The word curriculum is one of the most common, yet complicated terminologies used in education. It has many different meanings and definitions depending on the people discussing it. The curriculum is most often thought of as a formal document used by educators to control what is taught in classrooms. However, curriculum has a much more fluid definition. Blaise and Nuttall (2011) discuss the five key concepts of curriculum (p. 82); these concepts examine…

2150 world desolation The land charred with the blood and soot that had accumulated for the past century. Nothing in sight, an endless plane of black with a glimmer of red on the surface as the sun reflected off Astoria. People gasping for air though the poisonous gas still entered their body. The carbon monoxide, nitrogen, and other harmful chemicals produced by the advanced technology. People fell one by one. A populace of 50 billion collapsed. "Stupid humans," Hommel said, "after…

A soft glisten of pale, blue moonlight graced the dark navy sky of Happy Harbour's winding bays as midnight dawned over the city. Twinkling white stars gleamed throughout the dark sky; reflecting in the soft waves below. Cicadas chirping accompanied by the occasional splash of the rising tide, which rose over the rocky shores- frothing and hissing with white foam. The chilly night smelt of salt, accompanied by the skittering of water caught in the breeze. The perfect ocean side night for…

The Synchronized Complexity What is the most romantic encounter that could ever happen in the modern American society? Dan had constantly thought to himself as he struggled to find love. He didn't feel lonely or the urgent need to be validated by people around him, but rather he wished he could have someone to share his vulnerability with, someone who could understand and provide him some level of emotional comfort. Get the fuck out. Dan could still hear those words echoing loudly inside…

She decided not to. “Took you long enough. Where were you? Havin’ a shot with the old judge, or what was left of him once I left him dried up and spent?” Sam didn’t laugh. He stood there like an erect corpse. This wasn’t the feared downtown barrister, wordless, a strain in his eyes reminiscent of the old days of a near- gone and soul-lost man. Sweet Mary didn’t break the silence. She let quiet do what it did and come back to her. Listening to its mes- sage was a skill she’d learned from the old…