In the story ‘The Bass, the River, and Sheila Mant” the narrator was in love with Sheila Mant. He had always wanted to go out with her but never had the guts to do it. He finally one day got the nerve to ask her out on a date. Well they were on the date nothing went the way he wanted it to. When they got to the band and were ready to leave Sheila told the narrator she was going home with another boy. I connected to this because it had happened to me. I have always had a crush on one of my really good friends named Keegan but I don’t think he catches on. He has always been a very gentleman like with me. He is very nice and good-looking in my opinion. We were both invited to the same party and we met up there. A little later that night he left early to go hangout with other girls. Everyone asked me if I was mad, but I tried not showing my feelings. Both the narrator and I have gotten rejected so, I can relate to how he…
People should not break laws any ways, but most people did not break laws in 1792 because, if you did you could have your eyes gouged out, you could have your hands chopped off and you could even be killed. Hammurabi was a good king to the people of babylon in 1792 BCE. He created laws to keep people from doing bad things and to keep people from going crazy, he also wanted to protect family’s, orphans and the poor. The question is “Was Hammurabis code Just” most people wonder what does just mean, just means fair. I believe that Hammurabi’s code is fair and I will explain in the next paragraph.…
His friends would sometimes visit and help but most of the time he was taking care of everything. Soon things were starting to get harder when he eventually couldn't do both take care of the baby and take care of school but he still could manage.…
I guess that's why we were the perfect match. He pushed me beyond my comfort zone and I was always there to reign him in whenever he crossed a line. But this time was different, I wasn't there to protect him. He took a risk and hit a low he couldn't bounce back from, and it was all my fault. I guess only the good die young.…
Black slavery in the South created a bond among white Southerners and cast them in a common mold. Slavery was also the source of the South 's large agricultural wealth, which led to white people controlling a large black minority. Slavery also caused white Southerners to realize what might happen to them should they not protect their own personal liberties, which ironically included the liberty to enslave African Americans. Because slavery was so embedded in Southern life and customs, white leadership reacted to attacks on slavery after 1830 with an ever more defiant defense of the institution, which reinforced a growing sense among white Southerners that their values eventually divided them from their fellow citizens in the Union. The South of 1860 was uniformly committed to a single cash crop, cotton. During its reign, however, regional differences emerged between the Lower South, where the linkage between cotton and slavery as strong, and the Upper South, where slavery was relatively less important and the economy more diversified. Plantations were the leading economic institution in the Lower South. Planters were the most prestigious social group, and, though less than five percent of white families were in the planter class; they controlled more than forty percent of the slaves, cotton, and total agricultural wealth. Most had inherited or married into their wealth, but they could stay at the top of the South 's class structure only by continuing to profit from slave labor. Planters had the best land. The ownership of twenty or more slaves enabled planters to use a gang system to do both routine and specialized agricultural work, and also permitted a regimented pace of work that would have been impossible to impose in free agricultural workers. Teams of field hands were supervised by white overseers and black drivers, slaves selected for their management skills and agricultural knowledge.…
It is very important in having a firm understanding of what motivation and empowerment is and the differences between them both. That being said, it is possible that motivation can become a source of empowerment. This paper will cover the differences in more detail as well define the components of empowerment to prepare a better vision. This paper will also analyze the implications of empowerment and delegation in a criminal justice organization. Lastly, this paper will cap off by analyzing the role of trust in personnel and finish up with a conclusion. It is these objectives and competencies like these in dealing with motivation and empowerment that will allow you to further your thought process in the criminal justice arena by moving onward towards an improved future by putting this knowledge in your toolbox for future endeavors.…
even witty. Smelled like cigarettes, probably since he also took up smoking since 14 years old, the stress of living in Yokeman can do that to you. At first he hung with out with us, and over time... he started keeping his distance. Then, half a year before graduation he just disappeared. Ryan dropped out of school, not even keeping contact with anyone. It was rumored that his family moved out of state, but at that point I thought he was the luckiest man alive to get out of this place. I used to catch him trying to make eye contact with me, but would turn his head away the moment my eyes look back at him, or he notices the moment I turn my head around he faces the ground or elsewhere assuming I didn’t notice him checking me out. Perhaps…
was always too busy involved in his job and didn’t spend much time with him. His mother and…
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…
He grew into my cheerleader, my supporter, my rock, my third parent, and my best friend. When we were younger, I remember him saying he was going to follow me wherever I went. He even meant it with transitioning with grades. Even though he is a whole year behind me, David was determined to be at the middle school exactly when I was to be there. The summer I left for college, it hurt leaving him in Scranton, while pursuing a degree in a town an hour and a half away. I didn't know how to feel without him being next to me. Dave and I grew up having our rooms ten feet away. I can say that a year later, after he picked a different university as mine, I was sad, disappointed, but tremendously proud my best friend wouldn’t be there with me. But it also meant that he didn’t fulfill that same promise he once was so persisted…
when we were together. He was like a father/friend to me. He seemed to care…
We finally moved to North Carolina and I was devastated. I felt like I had to leave behind all of the friends I had just started formulating deeper bonds with. I felt like I had to start over from scratch with making friends and I missed Khalif; and finding out that he contacted me the night before we moved and I missed his call, didn't make things any easier. I never told him I was moving when I found out. I figured since we wasn’t together anymore, why bother. He found out my last day of school because my best friend and I were crying, and another student went back and told him. He approached me before the day was over, and wanted to know why I didn’t tell him I was moving. After we talked, he gave me a hug. I didn’t expect him to try to contact me that night. I didn’t find out he had called until my family and I were well in NC and I checked the caller ID box.…
I was eating dinner with his family I brought up how they are opening a new store “Did you hear about the new store that’s opening two blocks down,”I stated “I heard it’s going to be Costco” I was g0ing to continue but then his brother Jack cut him off like he always does “Yeah I heard about that sounds promising.” They all nodded their heads. “Word of mouth says they open in a week, should we go?” My dad asked “Sure why not.” Jack said. I didn’t really care if we went or we didn’t then the rest of the day was normal I finished my homework and then watched some tv until my mom to go to sleep since it was a school night. I woke up did my regular routine in the morning and I rode my bike to school I remember seeing my crush once I got there…
At first i got a bad vibe, but tried to keep it together, I thought we could stay alive, and be happy forever,…
This past summer, I got a job at a local ice cream stand. Instead of spending my summer at camp, I was home working while Carly went off to camp without me. It seemed like a good idea to get a break from each other, but it was a scary concept. In all my years I had always been with her; she was someone to back me up or keep me company when I needed it. In the months leading up to our separation I thought I had accepted it. Then the morning came when she was leaving. Usually she, our best friend and I boarded the bus together saying goodbye to our parents. This year Carly and our best friend got on the bus together saying goodbye to me. This was the moment when it really hit me; I was going to be apart from the most prominent person in my life. I was losing my other half.…