Rocking chair

Our Research proposal objectives are to determine if ergonomic workstations in the clinical laboratory will reduce the risk of occupational injuries. Our literature review will analyze published data regarding ergonomic implementation in the workplace. We will then formulate an argument to explain the purpose of our study. Conclusively, a research design will express our recommendations for how to develop and implement successful ergonomic workstations for clinical laboratory technologists.…

arrangement. She tries to pull the chair out and sort of plays with it. Her mom is busy talking to other moms until she realizes that Alyana is not in the play area and sort of gets up to put her back in the play zone. Although, Alyana sits there for a few seconds but runs back to the sitting area. She walks around different tables and is interested in the arrangement. She hardly talked or made any sound but her face was filled with excitement and curiosity to see and feel the chair and its…

During my 10th grade year around April, my high school started discussions about summer reading books. I was in my English class, getting ready for the class, students were talking to each other and my teacher Mrs. Potter who was sitting on a rolling chair at the corner of the classroom at her table. She pulled up some pictures of books and their descriptions on the smart board in front of the room. She started sending out a sheet of paper, with sharp edges that gave me papercuts. The piece of…

Many people have come to the conclusion that gestures and body languages are natural for humans and it is considered to be a universal language. It can be debated that gestures are part of speaking and assists humans to understand more of what is being communicated. Like when giving directions, a vast majority of people will not only describe the destination’s route with their words, but would additionally use their hands to display the curves of the route suggested. Arika Okrent, a linguistic…

Splat. Splat. Splat. The water softly rained down from the sky, hitting the schoolboy’s black sweatshirt. His head hung low, his feet shuffled, and his backpack dragged him down. The people around him rushed by, trying to get out of the rain. The cars zoomed past, headlights blazing against the tall buildings in the city. He was used to walking back to his dad’s apartment from school. It may have been a few miles, but he enjoyed the solitude. Besides, it wasn’t like his dad was going to pick…

natural light outside was fading as the clock struck eight. George and Lenny both finished their work, collected their daily pay and walked back to their single-room apartment. The broken-down apartment consisted of a small table, one chair missing a back, another chair missing a leg, and two cots lying on the ground near the only window. There was a bathroom, but the shower barely worked, the sink constantly dripped, and the toilet was missing a lid. “Now Lennie, We have to work two shifts…

Driving Down Bay Road It’s just twenty-seven minutes away. It’s seven minutes to Rohan’s house, ten minutes to Aditi and Aanya’s house, and then ten minutes to Crescent Ridge. My brother is driving and I’m sitting in the passenger seat. Aanya is sitting in a car seat right behind my brother and Rohan is sitting behind me. Aditi is sitting in the middle. My brother, my cousins, and I really want some ice cream. Sasha is playing his loud rap music like Chance the Rapper, Big Sean, and Tupac…

Vanessa inserted her fingers into her pussy, Carrie slowly increased the frequency causing violet sparks to jump frantically around her nipple. When her finger hit the magic spot in her pussy and she arched up in the chair and let out a loud “fuck”. Vanessa slumped into the chair exhausted as if she had run a marathon. Carrie turned off the machine saying, “See I told you it would be great.” Vanessa panting, “I can’t wait to try the other method,” obviously Carrie told her about the…

“The sun used to be yellow once,” Aunty said. “Do any of you lot remember when it was yellow?” Franchette looked unwell. Her hands were never far from her face. “I'm not sure. Perhaps.” Aunty leaned forward in her chair, sticking her chin out and gazing about her, to make it clear to everyone she was about to address them all. “That's why the sun was always painted as yellow, you know?” Stella looked around the faces and nodded her head. “And when you see it these days it's white!” Michael…

Leah Mueller traces her interest in singing back to fourth grade, when she started taking voice lessons. That same year, Mueller was a student at Boalsburg Elementary in David Rockower’s class. Today, she and Rockower are colleagues at Delta Middle School, where Mueller teaches music and theatre. Unlike most schools, including those within the district, Delta Middle offers a curricular theatre program. “We are very fortunate,” said Mueller. “If theatre were available during the school day for…