Nose piercing

Different Cultures Introduction Body art (body modification) is used differently all around the world to represent aspects of cultures. Arts being practiced, range from a variety of modifications to the body. Some of the most common type of body art are piercing, tattoos, and scarification. These methods are often used as a rites of passage, aesthetic reasons, religious reasons, and to show self-expression. The three different cultures being talked about are the, Tikopia, Marquesas, and Tsonga.…

Cragmen In a daze, Martin VanHobby awakens. Wearing nothing but a tattered loincloth and his fish shoes, Martin shields his eyes from the three suns piercing his vision as he struggles to get off his back. Disoriented, he grabs onto a nearby boulder for stability and lifts himself to his feet. He feels the scales in his shoes fold around the tough terrain surrounding him. His eyes begin to adjust and Martin takes a look around. He is surrounded by red rocks varying from monstrous…

shorts, and piercings other than the ears. In Asia, a great number of teenage girls, and women strive for the innocent and cute look, therefore, everyone dreams to be super skinny (90-100 lbs), have pale skin, an oval shaped face, high nose bridge, red plumped lips, and double eyelids (Hua). Southeastern Asian relatives, not only parents ruthlessly insult you if you do not fit the standards. Amy Chua shares how her grandmother criticized her sister’s nose, “Look how flat this one’s nose is. Not…

This summer I met a girl at the mall named Brooklyn from Sioux Falls, she is about 5 foot and had gauges and a tongue piercing, brown eyes and dirty blonde hair. We both started talking while we both liked the same poster at spencers, a store at the mall and reluctantly she gave me her snapchat and we talked all day and all night. When the fair came to town we both decided to go together. We were having, riding rides I’d usually would never go on but she insisted I get on the kamikaze with her.…

I felt so cold and helpless as my body trembled out of sleep, I had no memory of last night’s high. The morning dew stabbed my eyes like sharp razors, ten thousand sharp razors piercing my pupils. I struggled to move my weak, lethargic body to an upright position facing my bedroom mirror, where I glimpsed a white powdery substance sitting on my tongue it was at this point I noticed that molly, that magic ecstasy pill was ruining my life. I began pondering, where did I go wrong? How could I ever…

corpses. This seems to mark the transition of the dining room from a battlefield back to a place of manners. After the cleaning of the dining hall, another scene brings us back to warfare. It is the mutilation of the Melanthius, “...they sliced off his nose and ears with cold bronze and pulled his genitals out by the root…”(pg 351). This resembles some of the mutilation we saw in the Iliad, such as when Hector was dragged around by…

stand in front of God’s children who will hang from ropes. The nauseating, stale smell of the deceased raped my nose; not knowing if that smell or guilt desired me to vomit. They did not tell the lie I wished them. A pastor who pleads a Christian to lie? Ironic for only the Devil persuades people to lie. A pastor for the Devil? No… A pastor preaching to purge his own guilt. The piercing sound of a snapping neck cut through the air; flinching hurt my soul. They suffered from my indictments. I…

strong is the only choice you have”(Bob Marley). Throughout my years, Randie Cunningham, the woman who gave agonizing birth to my brothers and I, has always been the backbone for the family. No matter the situation: broken bones, flu season, bloody noses, broken hearts, hunger, and so much more she has always been the calm, reliable parent. Although she has constantly taken care of everyone else; however, the table soon turned. The singular moment from my childhood that defines who I am today is…

hunting trip. The sun had shone its warm light for the past eight hours already, and my eyes felt as though lead weights were weighing them down. Happy to be home, we grabbed our bags and headed into the house. The moment we walked in, I heard a sharp, piercing sound coming from my bathroom. I knew there was only one thing that could make such a pitiful wail. I dashed down the hall as fast as my chubby little legs would carry me. Slowly, I opened the door to find a pocket-sized toy of a dog…

Client Introduction JL is a 54 year old women with a Caucasian decent, she was put into the system at age 5 where she was in and out of different foster homes. She was finally put into the system here at the DCLS program about 35 years ago. She comes to Scott Road Connections everyday through the entire year. She is 5’4’’ and weighs 145lbs. She has blue eyes, short brown hair, and is fair skinned. JL’s hobbies consist of going for walks, doing puzzles, dancing, shopping and bowling. She…