Sliding puzzle

A lot of people might not know that the earth is not round. In fact it is a spheroid. Isaac Newton was the first to propose that the earth isn’t round. Newton's research showed that inside the earth there are multiple layers. Later scientists discovered that the very first layer, the crust, is made out of plate tectonics. All the different phenomena that we see on Earth, such as earthquakes, volcanoes, and landforms, are caused by the plate tectonics. In order to understand the layers of the…

The story represents the insight world of an insanity of the narrator. Although, the narrator claims to be completely sound while slaying a person, the reasons of him doing so, and the way he chose to do it clearly state his mental instability. The old man’s evil eye is a greater extent of a symbol of the narrator’s insanity, and it is represented through his irrational lust and delusion to get rid of a person that he loves. The narrator needs to eradicate the eye, not the person; otherwise this…

I recently had the opportunity to interview a really exceptional young woman. In September I interviewed Meggan Goforth not only did I learn about her daily profession, but I learned about who she is as a person. Mrs. Goforth informed me on so many aspects of her profession, she informed me of her responsibilities, educational background and the numerous programs her job offers and so much more. So sit back, relax and let’s dive into Meggan’s wonderful world of social work. To begin with, Meggan…

One of my most vivid childhood memories was when I was ten years old and my parents did something that we still talk about this day. I can still remember the smell of breakfast as I woke up that morning knowing that it was going to be a long day because we were driving to, rather than just flying South Carolina, to watch my oldest brother graduate. My younger brother turned on the lights so that he could see around the room that we both shared causing me to wake up and not fall back to sleep. As…

Whether it’s neighbors, my fellow peers, or some person I bumped into at the store. But out of every one there is one and only one who will forever have a place in my heart and shine above the rest. She is the missing piece to my puzzle and her name is Madison Marie Courterier. She is beautiful inside and out. I met Madison in my 6th grade year. Like most friendships start we dreaded each other, she thought I was annoying and I thought the same of her. One day on the bus we accidently…

Status of Women (CSW), as it developed proposals, acknowledged the right of women of all races to decide the number and spacing of their children which presupposes access to family planning resources and is the key which could unlock the population puzzle. (Mathiason…

“In Defense of ‘Trap Queen’ As Our Generation’s Greatest Love Song” Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib’s article introduces readers to a deeper meaning to “Trap Queen” by Fetty Wap. At the time of the article, the song was a hit you heard in every phone, every, radio, and everywhere. Abdurraqib’s career has been entrenched in poetry, meanings behind music, and cultural appraising. Which is what he did with the “Trap Queen” in his article. One of his main point in the article comes from Abdurraqib’s belief…

because Alaska is forever away and the cruise ship is going slow so they can entertain the guest aboard. We all decide to sleep until we arrive in Alaska so we can be all rested up. We arrive in Alaska and we sneaked off the boat very easily by sliding in with everyone else. Now we are in Alaska, we are trying to figure out where exactly the map is taken us. This map is one of the most confusing things I have ever seen. I figure that we are going to have to ask from some Alaskans to figure out…

The realization that I was completely alone was not a sudden one. It came over me in an excruciatingly slow way. The idea at this point is so ingrained in me, I cannot imagine a time when it was not evident. I live in a world of darkness, unpenetrated by even the bravest of souls. I stare at the group of people around me. I don 't know them, they don 't know me. "Hey, what 's up?" I duck my head down as my cheeks redden. In an instant I decide that I will pretend to have not heard. The…

IT is the early winter of 2015, a cold, windy Wednesday afternoon. Two of us sit together, side by side, in soft, comfortable chairs on the second level of our home. We wear everyday clothes. I listen patiently to her ramblings. When the talking is over, I sit up in the chair, and I am officially telling her everything, the eldest child of Heather Crawford in the city of Hutto, Texas. For me, the curtain has just closed on lying. Afterward, I look up at my mom, my biggest critic, and apologize…