To begin with, after colonization, Kenyans received equal chances in their education. School was peaceful because the headmaster was severe with anyone. Their instructors were white, but they never spoke of color and never talked down to African Americans. “Njoroge wished the whole country was like this‒‒He tried to bring out the good qualities in all, making them work for the good name of school.” (Doc. 9). Although education was not compulsory for African Americans, they were still given the opportunity to learn. There were 3,442 schools for 395,000 students and the government expenditure was 1,500,000 pounds (Doc. 10).…
When people enter into any new relationship, they come to the new with a lot of old fears and unhealed emotional wounds (Daniel Sugarman p757). For example, I had an ex-girlfriend that goes by the name Maria. She was the last girl that I was intimate with before my wife Anita. Maria and I went our separate ways, because she did not want permanent commitment for the second time. Therefore, I moved forward without her, because I was in search of a soul mate. Six months later, I met Anita while attending an Emergency Medical Technical course at Southwestern College. Ironically, we were taking the same course with similar backgrounds; prior work history in medical field. Shortly after, we became study partners, and then passionate companions. Six months later, we got married and had two beautiful girls. Ten years later, I received a friend request via Facebook from my ex-girlfriend Maria. Secretly, I accepted the request; therefore Anita would have been upset, if she found out about Maria. Three months passed and Anita is still not aware of my friendship with my ex-girlfriend Maria. Then one day, I forgot and left my Facebook account unlocked; Anita found out the wrong way. It was a day I will never forget; I could not sleep for weeks, because I would be reminded of my treachery. As a result, I closed my Facebook account and never spoke to Maria…
Experimental Design: A ray box with a single slit will be shone through a semicircular dish…
I walk into the dull atmosphere classroom, pictures of present and past high school baseball players stare back at me. The marker board covered in scribbles of math and assignments that will soon be issued to us by the teacher. One look at the teacher and you can tell he wasn’t in the best of health. Starting with his overweight physic to his white, pasty skin, almost a bit discolored in some areas. It was soon discovered early in the year that he suffered from a heart deficiency. Yet, having constant road blocks enter his path, he continues to teach and peruse his passion. I rather much enjoyed that class, and there was one month left till until school was out. Students start to file into class; among them is a familiar but unacquainted face, Dan. Dan and I knew each other but neither of us had taken the time to traditionally acquaint ourselves and really talk. Dan had short golden blonde hair, pale white skin, which was making his acne more visible. He was tall and lanky with a friendly smile and attitude. That day he finally introduces himself and we begin to talk. My first impressions were that he was sweet yet a bit odd, referring to many people and myself as ‘love’. As well came off as ambitious and carefree, after having snuck out of class multiple times and just leaving for the day. As summer dawned closer and sophomore year was coming to an end, me and Dans friendship grew and we exchanged numbers. Summer began, weeks pass and we talk from time to time. Till one day while texting I ask if he had any big plans for the rest of summer. The reply I got was not what I expected. He told me that he was due to have brain surgery in a month or so. And as well, that that wasn’t the worst part, not only is his condition fatal if he doesn’t receive proper treatment, but that if the operation is successful that a side effect is that he will lose all memory of the last 4years of his life. At this point in the conversation my mind was racing trying…
The only reason it lasted this long is because I did not want to take the risk. Something inside me finally cracked, I decided to take the ultimate risk. I am going to clean the love of my life in a questionable way. I took preliminary precautions that I would have normally never done, for example putting in bath salts, child friendly bubbles, and of course brushes. Just before I cleaned her she said one last thing that I may never forget, “This may be the end of my life, but may our relationship exist forever.” The next day I moaned and cried for hours, that day I wanted to go hide, escape reality, or do something. Although I could not let this happen, things are meant to happen, and they all happen for a reason. This tragedy acted as a coming of age to me, I decided that I need to go out into the world and meet people. Although I was too sad to let this happen, all I thought was “WWWHHHYYYYYY.” Then the thought dawned on me, a thought so meaningful it was like I was being brought back to life, ‘she’ was just a…
I was promising child when I was young. My parents were busy to show me off to others. I was so called talented child that never miss an A in a single class. My parents did not ever doubt about me becoming eminent man. I was always forced to study all day. I wanted to play soccer or basketball with my friends but I had to take some classes in educational institutes after the school. My life was totally micromanaged by my parents. When I was 14 years old, I went to middle school and started to consider about what is my life. At that moment, I met a friend, Xiao Xu, who sat next to me in the class. He was definitely not a model student but he was so called a delinquent in my class. We talked a lot in the class and I started to hang out with him. As a duck takes to water, I met his friends through him. I wanted to hang out with friends frequently because no one bothered me when I was…
The journey that Richard and Mildred Loving took is important for history and for the future of civil rights in the United States. I recently watched the documentary The Loving Story and enjoyed the footage, pictures, and interviews of everyone involved in the Loving v. Virginia case. The documentary addressed the issue of interracial marriage in Virginia in 1967.…
Peripheral Vascular Disease is a condition of the blood vessels that leads to narrowing and hardening of the arteries that supply the legs and feet. “It is estimated that peripheral vascular disease affects 30 percent of the adult population, and two-thirds of all cases are asymptomatic” (PubMed 1998). This paper will talk about the anatomy and physiology, etiology and pathophysiology, signs and symptoms, diagnostic and laboratory tests, and treatments about this disease.…
With each day that goes by, these memories seem to grow stronger stronger, having an increased effect with time. But living in the past is not an option these days, wasting time on things that are done will get you nowhere, and the time to move on and forget is now, before any more time is…
“Patient coming through, move out of the way!!”, the doctor screaming. My hands held tightly onto hers, never wanting to let go. I barely said any of my words as tears streamed down my face and said, “Promise me to never leave me alone, I have something special I want to give you.” As we got near the emergency room, the doctor told me to wait outside. I slowly let go of her hand and waited patiently. Moments later, I see the nurse coming out, I got up and ran up to her to ask her what happened and she replied, “The patient lost a lot of blood, so we need to get more packets of blood..” and she left. Thoughts running through my head, thinking everything was going to be ok but at the same time thinking that it was not going to be okay. I clap my hands together and prayed that everything will be okay. Memories started to come back to me from when we first met and how we always fought because our parents never accepted us since we were different. I saw the red light turn off and I knew…
It's Kind of a Funny Story Ned Vizzini Prompt #2 The word hope, in the dictionary means a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen. Everyone finds hope in their own way. Things or events we may not see hope in, may just be the defining hopeful moment in someone else's life. Hope is in our daily lives weather we choose to see it or not.…
The year was 1592 in South Korea, the dark gray sky was consuming the sun inch by inch, as the people’s voices yelling and screaming from all directions, wondering what? How? Who? Quickly turning around back into the house, the dark black gate, thick with steel hovering high over the dark sky as if it were to consume anything it met. Everyone quickly running back and forth, side to side, panicking from who knows what. A sudden explosion occurred west from out house, panicking, everyone ran away (east) until they couldn’t run no more. Yelling and screaming occurred once again, but this time much…much longer. From the great distance of about 200feet another explosion, but closer, the yelling of families mixed up with friends, moms, dads, and children. Suddenly a large crowd of people screaming ran towards/past away from the explosion, then not long after than hearing more explosions along with a language I never heard of. Suddenly this became a national threat; the sirens were ringing in my ears mixed in with devastation of not being able to find anyone. Everyone you ever knew disappeared; you became alone at this moment. Instantly gripped painfully by the collar, was a man in a uniform, Japanese. The symbol on his right hand shoulder was their flag. Instantly thrown into a carriage, or more like a prison? Other boys were here, boys of all ages. Turning to see the crowd running, “BANG!” The sound shook the ground underneath, and created a ringing in the ears. Turning slowly, hesitantly, there it was the one whom was called mom, shot, dead. Screaming in terror, looking for a way out, anywhere, panicking and hitting every wall around, then darkness crept. Taken by the dark hand, the feeling of pain instantly coursed through my veins and a painful itch hurt on the head. Where was this? Dark. Cold. The squeaks of rats underneath the bed, with the feeling of a wet moist floor. It was sticky, the feet cold, it ripped the skin off of every step, staring…
I’d like to call upon the fiction gods to empower this story to be extravagant.…
On April 15, 1975 at 2:00 am, the Quinlans received a phone call from Newton Memorial Hospital telling them that their daughter, Karen Ann, had been brought to the hospital. She was unconscious, and had slipped into a coma.…
Once I woke up, I told my aunt what happened. She did not believe me; she said I was a liar. Since she said she didn’t believe me, I didn’t tell anyone not even my mom or dad because I thought that they wouldn’t believe me either. Years passed and I would always remember about that morning, it tormented me. So whenever someone gets an attitude with me, I act up and I always think that it’s my aunts’ husband that I’m fussing with. So I end up saying or doing things that I can’t take back no more, I will always leave…