Jake Spak, a 19-year-old actor, and a long-time resident of Los Angeles died yesterday due to a tragic acting related stunt. While acting in his anticipated movie "Death is Tragic," Jake attempted a very dangerous yet necessary motorcycle jump scene. All of the calculations and measures were taken to ensure Jake a safe 50 foot jump. Unfortunately, when Jake was landing, the pressure on the bike was too high and therefore caused the engine to explode instantly. As a result, the force of the explosion caused Jake's legs to tear off and fly in two opposite directions. Jake's body quickly propelled into the air because of his tight grip on the handle bars. Blood scattered on many…
It is a pleasure to nominate Dave Giles for the "Most Outstanding Person" award. He is a former alumni of Carl Sandburg College. My first impression of Dave came in 2012 when he gave hands-down the best speech on the importance of education that I had ever heard. He truly enjoys spending his time helping the community's youth. He has also continued to live up to that impression of being a passionate man who is optimistic, supporting, and is as committed to children as he is to bettering our society.…
Well, what can I say about Simon. Every one of us here, present today in this memorial, are aware of how such a good person he exerted to be in his short life. I looked up to him, he was like a coach to me, I thought that it was almost impossible for such a pure spirit to be present, and it did; and it was my best companion. He taught me many lessons, which I know they will help me throughout life, and since the day we met I could see a future connection between us. He was one of the best buddies I ever had. Simon was a shy, sensitive boy which made him unique. He was always willing to work for the good of his community. Having a spiritual human goodness that was deeply connected with nature made him so lovable. His name, which means "he whom God has heard," signifies the depth of his spirituality and centrality to the novel's Judeo-Christian allegory. Whenever there was a chance to help someone he took an extra step to do so. The one thing I remember the most about him was his skinny, vivid little body with straight, coarse black hair. In the wind his hair shifted back ever so lightly, making it look longer.…
Hope Engle graduated from Parkersburg Catholic High School alongside forty-one other students in her graduating class of 1994. Her classes were different, her activities in and out of school were different, and mostly the fun things she did with friends were different than mine. Hope had two jobs and made $4.25 an hour as to where I don’t have a job at all. Her boyfriend was in college and mine is in high school with me. Hope Engle was on the volleyball team and I sing in the A Cappella Choir. Our lives during our senior years are very different from each other.…
One of our activities was a canoe trip down the river. Since I was one of the people that had previously had experience canoeing, I was placed in a canoe with somebody that had never set foot in a boat before. This would not have been a problem, except she refused to assist me with the paddling of the craft. For the first half of the day, it was not too much of an issue. I was able to maneuver the boat on my own. However, after lunch, the physical demands of pulling along two people in a canoe by myself started to take a strain on me. I began to lag behind the group and every stroke of my paddle was accompanied with a burning pain. Thankfully, Emma took note of this struggle. Even though she was two years younger than me, she took the initiative to have our canoe partners switched out. Instead of dragging along two people by myself, I suddenly found myself with a partner that was equally matched with my ability and was putting in an equal effort. This task that had been so draining on me previously become unbelievably easy. I was finally able to enjoy my adventure. Emma's observative nature, optimism, and empathy reached far beyond her years. She set an example for what I should strive…
Teachers, principles, administrators, superintendents, and any other school dignitary’s goal are for the students to do their best at everything that they can do. How can they do that when they are denied access to a learning technique that is not cheating, not wrong or inappropriate? Listening to music while they work. “Music makes doing task easier for some people.” - Leonard Daoussis and Stuart J. Mckelvie. I am a junior at Creekview High School and I have been here for 2 years.(Ethos) I have had some teachers that let students listen to music while they work and some that have not. I have always in my opinion found that the teachers that do relate to the students more, which in turn captures the students focus, attention, and effort. All of these lead students to learn more efficiently. Learning more efficiently is one huge goal that an every educator has.(Logos) Generically students also like to think that they are independent, most of the time, if they really want to listen to music, then they are most likely going to anyway. This causes kids that are trying to work harder and learn more to get into trouble, because of a silly and stupid rule. Ask yourself, how do you feel when you listen to your favorite song? (Rhetorical Question) Now imagine if you combined that feeling with schoolwork. A lot more students would actually want to be at school, and if they want to be there, then they are going to want to give everything they have into working.(Repetition) I’m not saying that everyone will do that but because one person doesn’t focus, should that effect the futures of other students. It would be surprising to find out that under a rude, slacking, and disrespectful student could be a Straight A student if you left them alone with their work and their headphones. Kids should be allowed to do their work anyway that’s best for them to learn, which includes allowing kids to listen to music.…
I stand here before your grave, I came alone. I wish I gave your eulogy in front of others while you died from old age but no one came to your funeral., while reflecting on the past few days that I’ve spent here at home. I have prepared my speech hopping to express the pain I am in. Firstly I am ashamed and disappointed that my own father would do such a thing. Mum told us that you have tried to take your life many times before but it never occurred to us that you would actually succeed to do so. You’re a fool!…
I had not seen my friends since the last school year, but none of my so called “friends” would even acknowledge me. Here I was again, scared out of my wits, at a new school, and looking for friends. I met new people and they took me in like a lost puppy looking for a home, one of them ended up living very near to me. Her name was Simi, she was very nice to me; I thought that Simi would actually be the friend for me. It turns out, I was wrong, Simi used me to get what she wanted and I was gullible enough to cave in to her demands. Later on in the year, I finally (after years of searching) found the perfect group of friends. They were amazing and they felt just like my friends back in Ardmore. From that group of friends, I found my best friend Elizabeth Helms, who is still my best friend…
Aisha and I met each other in the 5th grade when we were both placed at the back of the class. She is now a sophomore at Aspire Langston Hughes Academy. Aisha is a 16 years old Pakistani girl who lives with her parents and younger brother She has with wavy purple-magenta hair reminiscent of candy. She speaks with a slight accent and is quite overdramatic. I’ve known for 6 years now. The reason Aisha and I are still extremely close is because we went through the same hardships during our late elementary school years, and she was the only person who kept me alive and sane in middle school and high school.…
Samantha was my savior and protector till the struggle of social life took over our compact minds. I remember when Samantha and I first met in Kindergarten; I had just back to Fort Hood from Germany and hardly spoke English. I was the middle of the school year, kids had just come back from winter break and everybody knew each other by then but me. My new teacher had seated me next to Samantha and Sam welcomed me warmly. Sam would help me with assignments and talking to other kids and stood up for me against cruel kids when no one else would from kindergarten to third grade. I saw her as not only my best friend, but also my hero. However, Sam became more distant throughout the years and started talking to me less, but I didn't think anything…
There is no problem in diverting a portion of corporate profits to fighting any disease, which was done genuinely by CSR. The stakeholders of any companies would genuinely be in support of their company’s charitable involvement in finding the cure for a disease. The CEO of CRS presented the idea in a no win situation. He did not make a passionate plea for the diversion of the profits to find a cure , but instead was been forceful. He was probably been forceful letting his emotions out because his daughter was suffering from the devastated disease and fighting for her life. Dividing the profits equally would be unfair to his workers that are in need of more staff and higher Salaries. They have worked hard all year and was waiting to be compensated by CRS since it has been a long time the company had given out compensations. If certain percentage of a bicycle sold is set aside for the education of the people about the disease, may be the community would probably buy more of the bicycles and therefore raising a lot of money for charity. I really can’t put…
I Father O’reilly am privileged to have gathered amongst you all today, to give another perspective of a man who was not “just Ed”. He never gave himself great value but in my eyes he was a saint walking among us. I will never forget the moments and favours that Ed has shared with me. Ed, as many would say was a useless cab driver but in truth, I would say he was more of an inspiration and certainly it was an honour to have met this young gentleman.…
This girl regrets nothing! I mean literally nothing! I'm talking about my best friend Rylie Smith. She was born 4/21/2003. Rylie was born in Finely Hospital, Dubuque, Ia. She has two younger brothers, three older sisters, one older brother and one brother and sister on the way. When Rylie was little she had 28 pet's. There are ten pet's alive write know. She has four cats, four dogs, and two fat goldfish. Eighteen of the pet's are either dead or disappeared there were ten cats, one dog and seven snails that died or disappeared.…
Penny was the real deal breaker in that case, and if she hadn’t been in my life I would probably be a completely different person and maybe even have one kid, another on the way, and a third grade education like my aunt. If I hadn’t gotten Penny, the depression would have consumed me before my aunt did. I used to be severely bullied, and it wasn’t the rude comments and exclusion that got to me, but rather the loneliness. Penny was all I had for the longest time, and she’s been with me for as long as I can remember. When she first passed I fell apart, but I still showed up to school and work because I know better than to let something like that control my life, but things haven’t been the same. I don’t want to do anything, but at the same time she’s still inspiring me to take the world in my hands like she taught me to…
Over the last few years I have watched my best friend face many troubling issues that young teen’s face today. She has inspired me in many ways, and she has taught me so much about life, that I would like to dedicate this to her, to keep giving the gift she has given me. My best friend, Kristen has faced a wide variety of bumps along the road that have changed her outlook on life, and has given her the ability to help me see life in a whole new way. The thing that inspires me about her is the way she is today even though all she has been through, she has a huge heart, is very loving, understanding, and always has a smile on her face. If Kristen was a book and I judged her by the cover, I wouldn’t have been able to watch her grow, and improve and find herself. I chose to create my character from Kristen’s life because of all the qualities she has from all the things she has been through. Kristen is an epileptic, who struggles with seizures every minute of every day; this is something that already makes her different, or makes things harder on her because she can’t be alone. She struggled for 4 years with an eating disorder, all types because of a carrier in modeling and her form of coping. She has always been extremely talented in art, and she realized modeling will kill her, but art makes her feel so alive. She is continuing to struggle with her insecurities about her body, but she is ready to get herself healthy and it surprises me she has done all of this on her own. After dealing with this for a large portion of her…