Sliding door

In this Critical reflection, I will be covering two productions and the production class overall. One was an in-class workshop and the other was a rewrite of a movie scene, my team got given the Annie Hall rewrite. In the Annie Hall Scene Rewrite I chose to be the Director of photography and the Editor. In the class production, we got to experience what it would be like to try out different main roles such as Director, Producer, Director of Photography, Assistant director and clapper but not…

Erin Hussey Brian McNeil History Of Photography VM 203 13 October 2015 The Technical Evolution of Photography: 1825-1875 Photography, invented in the early 1800s, is one of the largest growing visual art forms and hobbies in the world today. Through photography, our society captures the present and records the past. It has affected our society socially, politically, and recreationally. Historically, photography provides an objective record of real events, as seen in the late 19th century…

” Wells smirked when he saw me, I made a break for the door, but was grabbed by Grodd, who pinned my arms behind my back. “What did you take?” Wells asked, and tired to head but him, but he moved quickly out of the way. “He asked you a question,” Hartley said, talking with a lisp. When I still didn’t answer Grodd punched me in the stomach, and I doubled over, unable to draw breath. “Hey! No Stop!” I could hear Barry yelling through the door. Wells crossed the room and let him out. “He’s my…

“I can’t believe you're here and alive! I’ve come by the house a dozen times and they keep turning my away,” he said, finally letting her go and drawing a breath. “You are alright, aren’t you?” The woman asked from where she stood just inside the door. “That’s open to interpretation,” Charlie replied with a one sided smile. Looking back to the man, Aaron, she tilted her head. “I was hoping we could talk.” Xxxx Walking determinedly back to Bass’ house, Charlie paused along the side of the…

A) As you observed the professional/registered nurse’s role in this setting, what evidence of a professional level of nursing practice? The type of setting I was in during my clinical rotation was Acute Rehabilitation. The nurses on the floor all had a very professional mechanism. The use of evidence based practice integrated patient-centered care, working in interdisciplinary teams, integrating research, and quality improvement (Stevens, 2013). These professional nurses displayed…

even really remember where they went I stopped listening after mom told me I would be home Alone. So as soon as I knew I would be alone I got to dialing. The knock on the door brings me out of my thoughts and makes my cock throb a little. I quickly unlock and open it to see Todd standing there. He rushes inside and I slam the door shut. “What took you so long” I demand. “sounds like someone’s been craving Todd” he says biting his…

bartenders, so that must mean all the people that worked there were doing a lot more than just their jobs. In some cases it was true but in most cases, there was no need to be an escort. It was the best place to work in NYC. The place was a revolving door for business men and just wealthy elite. There were a few newcomers every now and then but for the most part, the members of the club were family. They had their favorite server and bartender and they tipped very well. Gia started working…

how sore her muscles are. She rolls over and yelps, her eyes pop open. “No, it can’t be real.” Tears fill her eyes and roll down her cheeks when she realizes where she is. She is back in the main room. All around her are the shimmering facet doors. Lying there, she surveys the damage to her body. There is a large painful bruise across her stomach. Becky cries harder when she sees her raw, torn, and bleeding nipples. Her ass is extremely tender; she twists to observe the damage and…

fires again, I’m rolling out from under the covers, bare feet slapping against the wooden floor. I move with a single-minded purpose now, heading towards the door of my room. Twisting the knob, I push it open and poke my head out. Across the hall, Derek is mirroring my movements, a single finger pressed against his lips. He closes the door with well practiced ease, reaching a hand out to me. I grab a hold of him, feeling the warmth of his palm slide into mine. In that moment I know that…

THE PROLOGUE: Clara turns six years old today, but little does she know it's about to take a turn for the worst. Clara’s father gets out on proel today, and her mother, Dawn, has put a restraining order against him. She wouldn't let him anywhere near Clara, not now, not ever. Dawn hasn't even let Clara know about her father, as far as Clara knows, her father left you when she was one year old, and has never returned. Clara has made it through with their two best friends by her side, Emily and…