In this assignment I am going to explain the main elements of law, including detailed examples that are true and relevant to the case to illustrate the meaning of this.…
Aqueous solutions of lead (II) chloride and sodium chromate react to yield solid lead (II) chromate and aqueous sodium chloride.…
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I draw a lot, I always loved art because it came in different forms, and there was never a wrong way to do it. I drew a lot of anime, cartoon characters, and did nature drawings because they are cute and fun, and could express myself without words. When I was in middle school, I played many instruments at Fairview, because the music program is great. I played the handbells, piano, harp, recorder, guitar, ukulele, glockenspiel, and joined show chorus. My family is unique, I don't get along with them sometimes, we could be fine then fight and then be fine, it's weird but we all love each other dearly. We share cries, laughs, anger, and stories. I have a best friend named Nishma, I met her at Hamilton in my World's Studies class, she is really funny and kind, we hang out a lot and share stories about our lives, and we like the same things which make our friendship more fun and she got me more comfortable around others, I'm grateful. When I'm older, I want to be an animator, zoologist or an artist, after years of being confused about what I want to be I've brought it down to three choices for my future…
The " Ring of Gyges " is a short story from Plato s book, The Republic, written around the fifth century, B.C. Plato believed in an absolute truth and a greater good in mankind, " Ring of Gyges " is a parable told by Glaucon, who retained a more cynical view on us as humans. Glaucon's argument is all people, given the chance to do wrong without consequence, will always do just that. He has no faith in man's desire to do good, or act in a just" manner. This excerpt from the mentioned book, is a conversation between Plato and Glaucon, Glaucon does most of the talking, telling his story of the shepherd from Lydia.…
In Antigone, two brothers communal the king status, which Oedipus their father, left for them. One of the brothers, Polynices, wanted to commence a war with the kingdom since he wanted the king status for himself only. The main ruler, at the time, Eteocles and Polynices fought each other, therefore wistfully killing each other. Their Uncle Creon, who prehended position as King after the deaths of the brother decided that only Eteocles will have a proper burial; Polynices body should lay rotting with no legitimate burial. Antigone, the deceased king's sister, concludes that Creon’s decision abides unfair, acquiring herself to give Polynices an authentic entombment. When their other sister Ismene discovers her plans she becomes cemented between helping her sister bury their brother and following Creon’s demands. Ismene and Antigone fall in different categories when it comes to heroic awards; Antigone acquires the brave status while Ismene earns the tip-top achievement.Within Antigone Sophocles left manifold unwritten questions and conflicts. In Antigone, multiple characters’ minds haul in conflicting…
Jane paused, told Michelle she had another urgent call, and put her on hold. What was she going to tell her friend Michelle about Ralph. "Why do these things happen to me?" she muttered to herself. Jane had been a regional sales manager at COBA for almost two years. One of the problems that came with the position was Ralph. Ralph had been with the company for ten years and was a good performer. He always met his quotas and goals and was a team player in every respect. Two years ago, however, Ralph went through a period of depression that severely affected his sales figures as well as his client relationships. Another problem resulting from Ralph?s depression was alcohol dependence. When the problem came to light, COBA had given Ralph the option of either entering a private drug rehabilitation center or being dismissed. Ralph chose the six-week detoxification program. For about six months all seemed to be go well. Ralph?s sales figures improved, and Jane, who was Ralph?s boss, had not received any more customer complaints about him. However, when it became apparent that Ralph was drinking again, Jane confronted him. Ralph justified his behavior by telling her that he had to have a few drinks with his clients to keep them happy. "After all, Jane, everyone knows that drinking is something a salesperson does to develop a more personal relationship with the client," he argued. "Besides, my sales figures have not decreased; they?ve increased." Nevertheless, Jane cautioned Ralph about his behavior. Several months before Ralph had resumed drinking, a confidential report from the detoxification center…
So everything—my reading, writing, and other experiences— started with my birth on October 6, 1996; well okay, not really—it didn’t start with my birth. They, my reading and writing experiences, started with preschool, which is the same for most people. These two skills are an integral part of my life; I use them almost every day. However, that doesn’t mean I have to like both of them. I did not like reading very much then, writing even more so; essays and paragraphs and essays and some more essays were painful. My writing skills, to say the very least, were not very developed. As time passed, however, my views toward writing and reading began to change and my ability to write evolved. My reminiscing begins with preschool and there, my first encounter with writing.…
Use the Learn Psychology text, the University Library, and/or other resources to answer the following questions. Your response to each question should contain at least 150 words.…
What do you think intelligence is? How would you define it? What does it consist of? How do we know it when we see it? How might we measure it? Type your responses to these questions and bring it with you to class on Monday, September 30. Handwritten or late Critical Thinking Exercises will not be accepted.…
The next three years of middle school could bring nothing but positivity and joy to my reading and writing career. I was indulging myself in interesting books, like Animal Farm and The Stranger and Maniac Magee. I did nothing less than expected, I succeeded in my English language art and writing classes. I felt great. I loved to read and write so, I decided to take my love for the arts to a different height- I joined a creative writing club. My middle school creative writing club was so fresh and new. It was headed by two creative writing majors from Howard University. They were interning for class credit and they were something like my new heroes. They introduced us to free write poetry and shared their own. They weren’t just creative in writing but the arts and other fanciful things that made me interested in not only writing arts but other arts as well. I was intrigued with the different forms of writing they exposed us to. The club in all taught me about poetry and free writes and scripts and dialogue too. As a group we wrote plays, long verse poems and just stories to express how we felt. Sometimes we even acted out our writings.…
When I was younger, I always enjoyed writing; whether it was timed essays or papers for school, I always enjoyed it. As time has passed I have learned more about writing, including more advanced rules and techniques. As I have grown older, my enjoyment has not disappeared, it has only become accompanied by other feelings such as fear. Through the years my relationship with writing has remained positive, with me recognizing that the benefits of writing greatly outweighing the negative parts. When it comes to writing, there are many different fears I face.…
Hi, I’m a Junior High student in a small town. In reading class we had to read books. Then my class soon learned that we would be writing blogs. So I am going to do my best to introduce you to me. To start with, I love basketball. I play basketball as much as possible, even though I am not very good. I also love riding horses. I have ridden horses since before I could walk. I have a deep connection with horses and I am the biggest mammal lover you will find. I love to be outside all year round. I don’t particularly like winter. Living where I do the winters are very unpredictable and can get dangerous fast. I can’t stand having to be inside if the weather is gorgeous for that season. My favorite school subject is science. I like it the most out of all of my subjects because it is fact based and there is no guess work or exceptions to the laws, they are always definite provable answers. I hate math. I know that it is beneficial to my future, I don’t like it. I have been in school for a long time and actually don’t hate it a lot anymore. I found that with good friends you can make it through anything, even school. I am not a nerd,…
What got me into writing at such a young age was poetry. That was what I loved—besides reading—but words in some notebook shoved between books in my bag didn’t always save me. Due to my extensive isolationism, I developed social anxiety disorder and major depressive disorder. I still have a long way to go in terms of coping with my social anxiety, which feeds my depression—and I may live with my mental illnesses forever, but I cannot let it cripple me as it has done in the past. Of course, this is easier said than done, but I have missed so many opportunities, lost friends, and I guess practically brainwashed myself into believing that I am nothing or that no one would care if I disappeared or that what I have to say is unimportant and sometimes I ask myself “how am I still alive right now?” And the answer is that there is something in me that is fighting for me to live amongst all of…
I never liked to write before, still don’t now. I tolerate it. Well, tolerate wouldn’t be the best word. Let’s just say me and writing have a love hate relationship. I hated it, it hated me. More of a mutual hatred I guess. I used to despise writing and thought it was the dumbest and most useless subject in school. Actually the most useless thing in the world. I was more of a man, or more precisely a boy of numbers. There was this one time where in 6th grade I had to write a realistic fiction, mystery, adventure, or fantasy story. I couldn’t do it. I tried making a story about flying potatoes and stuff, but I just couldn’t do it. After getting the assignment I said to my teacher,…