Hurling

have long been a person with few, yet deep relationships and I wonder if it has anything to do with the aforementioned. Growing up I remember anger being the primary emotion in our household. Nowadays, when my own emotions or that of others are hurling out of control I have a yearning for harmony and an urge to generate it amongst all. I am a compassionate person and I attribute some of it to my selfless father and to experiencing a profound loss. I don’t remember the exact age but I do…

No one likes to admit they are shy, timid, an introvert, or nervous. I was able to feel all of these wonderful emotions before starting the class. The class description read, “All of the assigned readings have dancing woven through them: The Great Gatsby selections from the Harlem Renaissance and samples from Latino writers. Daily activities include class discussions of readings viewing documentaries and taking dance lessons. The last sentence read, “taking dance lessons.” I felt empathetically…

works as a manual labourer, he is dirty and coarse, and he is satiated with a virile energy that contrasts starkly with Blanche’s desperately fabricated gentility. Stella and Blanche condemn his lack of refinement through instances of vilification, hurling derogative phrases at him: “pig—Polak—disgusting—vulgar—greasy!” Yet Stanley recognises his own vulgarity, telling Stella “I was common as dirt... I pulled you down off them columns and how you loved it, having them coloured lights going!” In…

“For the survivor who chooses to testify, it is clear: his duty is to bear witness for the dead and for the living. He has no right to deprive future generations of a past that belongs to our collective memory. To forget would be not only dangerous but offensive; to forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time” (Wiesel 3). The book "Night" is a memoir written by Holocaust survivor, Elie Wiesel. Elie shares the gruesome experiences that Jews experienced during the early 1900s. Elie…

It was 7:30 on a Sunday morning and I could sense Mom’s hand, trying to rouse me from a deep sleep. It was the first real sleep I had had in weeks. I fought with my swollen eyelids just to separate them from each other. As I slowly parted them, I saw the blurred image of my mom and sisters in front of me. “How are you feeling?” they asked apprehensively, as if the answer was a matter of life or death. I sat up and peered around the room with what little vision I had, which wasn't much between…

One of the great things about technology is that it saves more lives then we will ever know. Many lives took tolls before technology because we couldn’t sense anything like we do now. We can now see where storms will hit before they’re even a week old and we can announce the news so anybody in danger can seek shelter elsewhere out of the storm’s path. With the technology we have today, we could have prevented many people killed during the storm on Armistice Day. The loss of lives because of the…

In the novel Lord of the Flies, the island ends up in a state of chaos because of the lack of direction present. Hunting becomes the main priority on the island, and all the other chores are pushed aside. Violence occurs more frequently, resulting in the boy’s being harmed and even killed. The conch, a symbol representing freedom of speech, loses its power over the boys. These factors lead to the boys being disordered, and uncivilized. In William Golding’s, Lord of the Flies, the boys declining…

Regurgitating is a wild reflex that ousts the substance of the stomach through the mouth. It is additionally called being debilitated, or hurling. Sickness is the term used to portray the inclination that you may upchuck, however are not really regurgitating. Both manifestations are exceptionally regular and can be created by an extensive variety of elements. They happen in both kids and grown-ups, despite the fact that they are most likely most regular in pregnant ladies and patients…

have a way of bringing out the worst in someone, playing on their weaknesses and somehow bringing them to unforeseen lows. Never in my life have I ever felt as completely and utterly worthless as I did then. It was as if I had spears continuously hurling straight into my heart and through my soul, destroying everything in its path. My life consisted of waking up every morning, hoping that it would be my last, then trudging through my day as if nothing was wrong. I kept the biggest smile I could…

In one of the American airlines, a female passenger did not get sandwiches on her flight, instead of asking politely why she had not, she started shouting and hurling insults. She went further and punched the flight attendant. Amazingly, the other passengers were not perturbed; they just stared at the ordeal until another flight attendant intervened. Such a happening is not an isolated case; in fact, it is the depiction of the modern American society where a courteous inquiry is substituted…