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I read about this poetic form today and had to have a go as it is short and simple, like a haiku ( or a slow dwarf!), yet not easy as you have to wring as much as possible out of only a few lines.Tanka ;- A five line poem with syllable count 5, 7, 5, 7, 7.Must include a simile and be themed around the sea or sky or both..Rhyme not required.Imagery is of greatest importance.WAVE WASHLike a prospectorSearches his tray for richesWaves pan the foreshoreSunlight kisses the sand dunesBars of gold along the beach.

Pretty simple. Make this statement into an equation.. You don't need to solve.. thnksz : : "Ten less than twice a number is five more than the sum of the same number and five."

ok so, we had this huge essay about to kill a mocking brd where we had to write a five page essay about a topic. i chose the symbolism involved in the book. so i used the internet to find some info. there was this one website where it explained a couple points of symbolism. so i used it.then i used the info for my paper, but i didnt copy the sentence. i wrote it in my own words. so i then asked the teacher to go over it for me the day before it was due. she went over it and said it was fine, sje just wanted me to correct some simple mistakes. so i did, and turned it in the next day. about 2 weeks later, when she actually corrected them for the whole class, she turned my paper into the dean and said i cheated. she found the website i used and said i copied.so when i had the meeting with the dean, she said i copied it word for word when i know i didnt (cause i wrote it).For example, the website said: Jem and Scout resembles how they both are naive through the world.On my paper, i wrote: as we continue to read and find more info on the characters, we find more symbolism relating to scout and jem. We see them both misunderstanding how the world is...The dean and the teacher said i ad cheated. since the teacher found the website i used, the vice principle and dean accused me of cheating.I repetitly told them that i didnt copy it word for word and that symbolism is too broad of an idea and that people can write the same form of symbolism. So i got community service and i had to go to summer school.the worst part is that i let the teacher correct my paper before i turned it in and she didnt say anything about that particular sentence. By the way, when i made my revisions, i didnt change that sentence. So what should i do, i really didnt mean to, i just did research like she told us too. now, the dean, teacher, vice principle and my parents dont trust me anymore. what should i do?oh and by the way, is that really considered cheating?

okay, so i understand that there is people like her out there, and that she either one, admires me, or two, wants to be mean . yesyesyes, i heard that millions of times, but i'm getting FREAKEN ANNOYED ! i know i know, i should be helping her find herself or whatever.. but seriously, i'm so stressed about other stuff in my life right now that i swear, if she doesn't stop, i think i'm going to go phyco !! okay, so not only she copys my style, words, things, how i act, she even copys how i freaken EATS ! ohmahgod, like i noticed this this week when i saw how she kept eating like how i did : drank every juice with straws, ate everything with forks even though its not nessasary . and i heard once from her "why do you eat like that ? with straws and forks ?" . and i used to say "ughh, i don't feel like eating.." becuz there were somedays where i didn't feel like eating becuz i was stressed . and now she starts saying that when people are around, and people keep saying to her "oh, eat ! i'll buy you a cookiee ! awwh, are you okay?"&i noticed that that's what people used to say to me all the time when i didn't eat . and she even copies how i freaken text . AND she is STEALING MY FREAKEN FRIENDS . and i need them so much right now, but noooo, she is taking them all . she used to do that few years ago too . and now she's doing it again . i don't know why, but i whine and sing quitely alot . and my friend has been doing that alot lately . people used to say what i do was cute, and she's doing that now . also, i have this high voice . i dunno why and it's apperently "cute" . well i didn't know how it really sounded untill last year (its hard to explain) and well last year, older kids used to be nice to me and kept complenting me about my voice . well this year, my friend keeps trying to talk in this high voice . it's discusting . so to make everything simple, she copying everything about me and stealing all my freaken friends . and i swear, i feel like just going up to her and slap her or something ... but thats not easy for me.. becuz i can't do that kind of stuff . i don't have the guts . and i've known her for like five years and her parents don't like me . i swear her parents will even sue me or something . well she calls me her "bestfriend" but these days.. i don't feel like we are . also, she does this thing where she brings out the best of herself infront of people or TRY to act all dumb and cute, which i kinda am according to people . well i dunno why they said i'm dumb and cute, but people always used to say that and my friend was always there when people used to say it and changed the subject, trying to move on from talking about me . she even joined the band and says this "oh, i dont practice" but brings her instroment home daily when theres a chair test comming up soon .. and she tryes to be better than me, but i'm not bragging but i'm pretty good, i got musical talent and so does my brother . she tryes to act all sweet, but i've known her too long to fall for it . she's a ... horrreeee . yeaah . but noone knows . it's so deppressing to me, i know what's going on, but i just can't do anything . junior high years have been so upsetting for me.. i'm slowly failing my classes becuz of all these stress and drama . there's more people bothering me than her.. but i think i would feel much better if everything stoped . i can go on and on about my life and how much this crap is upsetting me.. so yeahh...any advise before i go phyco ?? help anyone ? please don't kid around..i'm really not in the mood for it.. ughh, please someone..it's really werid becuz i help all my friends with their problem, but non of my friend can help me on mine . and i can't tell most people about this.. becuz they are gonna stick up with my "friend" . so..just.. anyone.. help ? ><

You don't have to read the whole way through, but I can assure you it isn't boring. But if you aren't going to read it all, you should probably read the last bit rather than the first bit. I won a contest with it, but I'd like to know what the general public thinks! Any criticism or praise will be greatly appreciated! Family. It’s more than someone whose blood type is similar to yours. It’s more than someone you live with, fight with, love with and cry with. Family is the support system that holds a household together. Without this simple, six lettered noun, my life would be chaos; but with it, my life is magical. There are tears involved, and there’s commitment too. But the end result is something more fantastic than can be described in words: love. In today’s society, family is too often forgotten about. It is shamefully scraped under the rug for later, something that ought to be paid attention to, but rarely is. What must be remembered is the fact that nobody would be here if it weren’t for family; not only because it is where we come from, but because it is what makes us. A mother doesn’t raise a child, a family raises a child. This is all too easy to forget when life is fine and simple and good. When everything is carefree and easy to manage, and family is put on the back burner for later. Unfortunately, by the time we realize how important family is and how much it truly shapes us, it’s too late. I only know this too well. It all started with simple motor problems. But by the last day of my seventh grade school year, my mom had been taken to the emergency room. The CAT-scan revealed a tumor. A tumor. To describe the shock would be impossible- it was like one of those dreams where you just can’t wake up. But through it all, the chemo, radiation, rehab and physical therapy, my mom has emerged stronger than ever. And even more amazing, my entire family has become closer due to this horrific experience. Rather than trying to handle our grief on our own, we learned to cope. To talk. To cry. What I went through was something that I could not have done without my family to back me up. And as often as I find myself wishing this hadn’t happened to me, as often as I find myself wondering why, I know that somewhere hidden behind this curse, there is a blessing. It is a blessing of hope, togetherness, and strength. But most of all, it is the blessing that my family is strong enough to be able to overcome this obstacle, and look ahead into the future, rather than dwell on the past. But how could I mention family without mentioning my sister? Five years ago, I would never dream of mentioning her in any document that would be readily available to the public, but things have changed since then. From the days of tie-dye bathing suits and Barbie doll games in the sun, to college applications and courses for high school, my sister and I have evolved from being simply sisters to so much more. And it’s more than shopping and gossiping. It’s a bond that has evolved out of nowhere and continues to build up over the years. The connection between two sisters is one that nobody could really understand- apart from two sisters. Of course, there is one more member of the family who simply cannot go without being mentioned, and that is our chubby, black-haired, non-blinking dog, Leila. Chosen from amongst all her little brothers and sisters for mountains of kisses she showered us with, Leila has been a part of our family ever since we got her eight years ago. It just goes to show that family doesn’t have to be someone you have a blood relation to. Family doesn’t even have to be all human! To have family, one must have love, care, and understanding. It’s a support system, more reliable than any other kind. Family can consist of two people, or one hundred people, or more! It can be all under one roof or it can be a community. Growing up in a close-knit neighborhood, I have experienced first hand what it’s like to have a home away from home. It is almost as important as the house I grow up in. My family? It consists of a stay at home mom, a working dad, a sister at college, a fat, smelly dog, and me. It consists of my neighbors, who I would call my brothers and sisters without hesitation. It consists of my cousins, aunts, uncles, and Nonna (my zesty Italian grandmother who could very easily have her own essay written about her). What ties all these different people together is our constant love for each other, the memories we share, but most of all, the laughs we have enjoyed together. Because greater than all the tears, anger, and obstacles we have overcome together is the happiness we have shared. It is what represents us as one. As a community. As a family. What is family, truly? It is, at best, an environment full of love. An environment I have been fortunate enough to be a part .....of my entire life.(I had no idea it cut me off until now! And I only had four more words too!)Thanks for the kind words! You have no idea how much that means to me!

im kind of stuck with this math problem, so here it goes:mr. bean borrowed 5,200 from a friend for 1 year and 3 months. he agreed to pay 5/1/2 ( five and a half)% simple interest on the loan. the amount of money that he paid back at the end of the load period was?i know that I=PRT but every time i multiply them all together, the answer doesn't look right. please help me. thank youaccording to the book, the answer is 5557.50. does anyone know how to get that answer?

She whispered "will it hurt me?""Of course not" answered he "It's a very simple process, You can rely on me."She said "I'm very frightened,I've not had this before. My friend has had it five times And said it can be sore."It was growing rather painful Tears formed in her eyes It was hurting quite a bit now It must have been a size. "Calm yourself" he whispered "His face filled with a grin "Try and open wider So I can get it in.""It's coming now" he whispered "I know" she cried in bliss Feeling it deep within her now She said "I am glad I'm having this."And with a final effort She gave a frightened shout He gripped it in anguish And quickly pulled it out. She lay back quite contended Sighed and gave a smile She said "I'm glad I came now You made it worth my while."Now if you read this carefully The dentist you will find Is not what you imagined It's just your dirty mind!!

I need help big time in math, well in 2 problems that I need help. The direction says to find each sum or difference. write your answer in simplest form.I need help on the fractions because I don't understand it and I don't know if it should be a positive fraction or a negative.3/4-(-2/5/12) Problem is three fourth minus negative two and five twelve-4/2/3-6/1/4 negative four and two thirds minus six and one fourth

alright theres this girl in one of my classes and i want her. ive only know her for about a month now, and things were going pretty well. ive been really into pu for a while now and its working really well. anyway the way that i met this girl was at a football game; i was there with my gf and she was there with her friends. some of her friends were also some of mine, so i would initiated conversations with them in order to put my self out there so i could meet her. anyway during the game i was with my gf and we were standing really close and hugging and stuff the whole time. well during the game when my gf left to go do something,her and her other girl friends were asking me about her and who she was. i didnt acknowledge that she was my gf cause i want this girl. anyway that worked cause it showed that i was fun and pre-selected by women. in the days that have come after things have been going pretty well, and a few times she even came to sit next to me. now everytime before class she asks me to come sit next to her, because she also wants to sit near her freinds, which are also mine, but theres a limited amount of seats. she also asked if i wanted to go to bk with her one lunch because we get to leave. she was the first to initiate kino, and so did i with some simple games. the other day i was sitting in front of her and i could tell she was leaning forward most of the time because i could hear her breathing lol. she also preformed some kino by looking at my shirt tag that day and pretending to care what company it was. she also drove me home one day when my car was at the shop and we had fun and i got some great rapport. ive also been negging her, showing im a leader of men, kino, and just acting like an alfa male. we hung out last weekend had fun and i even used The Five Questions Game on her, i won lol. i was going to go in for a k-close, but we were with other people the whole time and there was nowhere i could go to isolate her. anyway yesterday i was going to go sit by her, but i was saying how i didnt want to sit there, because everyone wants to sit there and is always fighting for a seat. last time i said that she was telling me not to leave and just sit ther, this time she was said how no-one really cares and i should just sit there. she is know to be a ***** sometime, but she didnt do it to me until this. i fired back with no one cares if u talk. she just sat there, i moved, about a minute later she came to me and apologized and asked me why i didnt text her back the night before because i had texted her first and supposidly she also texted back but i never got anything. today i had sat's and i saw her ther but i didnt say anything to her because i wanted to see if she would say anything to me, i wondered if she saw me, it seemed like she would have. anyway i dumped my gf a few days ago because of our own reasons and because i wanted to go for this girl. if things dont work out i wont be sad about dumping my gf, but i hope things to work out. finally, if u have read this far, can u tell me what i might have done wrong, or did i not do anything wrong and its just in my head? im planning on asking her to hang out again this weekend. please help me, if im doing anything wrong.

One day the teacher came to class with a rose placed in her cleavage. She asked, "Can anyone tell me what roses drink? How about you, jonny?"Milk!" answered Little Johnny."No, I`m sorry. That`s the wrong answer. Roses drink water," explained the teacher."Wow!" Johnny exclaimed. "I didn`t know the stem was that long!"----------------------A young girl in her school uniform is walking down the street, on the way home from school, when a teenage boy says, "Hey girl, I`ll give you Rs 100 to climb up that tree."The young girl agrees, climbs the tree, and collects her reward. When she gets home she tells her mother about the hundred rupes she recieved for climbing the tree.Her mother replies by saying, "Never, ever, climb that tree again, that boy just wants to look at your panties."The young girl promises she will never climb the tree again.The next day on the way to school the young girl runs into the boy again, and this time he offers her five hunred.She thinks a moment, and agrees. She climbs the tree and collects her money. When she gets home she brags to her mother about the five hundred she recieved just for climbing that tree.Once again her mother tells her never to climb the tree again, for the boy only wants to see her panties.The young girl responds, "Haha, I fooled him, I didn`t wear any!"--------------------------------------A mother taught her son to go to the bathroom by the numbers."1. Open your fly.2. Take out your equipment.3. Pull back the skin4. Do your business.5. Let the skin forward.6. Stow your equipment.7. Close your fly."She checked on him often to make sure he had learned his lesson, and each time heard him through the outhouse door saying, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. 7."She was pleased with his progress until that day when she passed the bathroom door and heard, "3-5, 3-5, 3-5, 3-5, 3-5, 3-5."------------------------------------The naughty, Little Johnny comes home from catholic school with a black eye. His father sees it and says, "Johnny, how many times do I have to tell you not to fight with the other boys?""But Dad, it was not my fault. We were all in church saying our prayers. We all stood up and my teacher in front of me had her dress in the crack of her butt. I reached over and pulled it out. That`s when she hit me!""Johnny," the father said. "You don`t do those kind of things to women."The very next day Johnny came home with the other eye black and blue. Johnny`s father said, "Johnny, I thought we had a talk!""But Dad," Johnny said, "It was not my fault. There we were in church saying our prayers. We all stood up and my teacher in front of us had her dress in the crack of her butt. Then Louie who was sitting next to me saw it and he reached over and pulled it out. Now I know she doesn`t like this, so I pushed it back in!"-----------------------A teacher was helping her students with a math problem. She recited the following story: "There are three birds sitting on a wire. A hunter shoots one of the birds. How many birds are left on the wire?"A boy pauses. "None," he replied thoughtfully."No, no, no, let`s try again," the teacher says patiently.She holds up three fingers. "There are three birds sitting on a wire. A hunter shoots one," she puts down one finger, "how many birds are left on the wire?""None!" the boy says with authority.The teacher sighs. "Tell me how you came up with that.""It`s simple," says the boy, "after the gunman shot one bird, he scared the other two away.""Well," she says, "it`s not technically correct, but I like the way you think.""Okay," chimes the boy, "now let me ask you a question. There are three women sitting on a bench eating popsicles. One woman is licking the popsicle, one woman is biting the popsicle, and one is sucking the popsicle. Which one is married?" he asked.The teacher looked at the boy`s angelic face and she writhed in agony, turning three shades of red. "C`mon," the boy said impatiently, "One is licking the popsicle, one is biting and one is sucking. Which one is married?""Well," she gulped and in a barely audible whisper replied, "the one who`s sucking?""No," he says with surprise, "the one with the wedding ring on. But I like the way you think!"

I have had my period. My breast hurt on and off and I get sick on and off. Like my stomach is turning upside down. I have felt sick since I woke up from a nap at five thirty. I am always tiered. I have no energy. I feel like I have gained weight but I haven't and I have mood swings about the most simple things. When I was pregnant with my son I knew it. I found out at three weeks pregnant. I don't feel pregnant. My husband and I are careful but we don't use any thing. If you get my drift. My husband is 18 years older then I am and has no children. I don't know if he can. Can I be pregnant?

What is the formal proposition (thesis statement) in this article? I need help. =(Hurricane Gustav gave the state of Louisiana a test for which it had three years to prepare. There were thousands of poor, sick, disabled and elderly people who could not get out on their own. They needed to be rescued with dispatch, and sheltered in safety and dignity.One simple test. The state flunked.Three years to the week after Hurricane Katrina’s landfall, Louisiana executed a fundamentally unfair evacuation plan and did it badly. It relied on dividing the population into separate streams: People with their own cars were directed to shelters run by parishes, churches and the Red Cross. People with medical problems not requiring hospitalization were taken to special shelters. Sex offenders had a shelter to themselves.All those without a car or a ride were taken on state buses to four state-run warehouses. It was in these shelters, including two abandoned stores, a Wal-Mart and a Sam’s Club, that thousands of working-poor New Orleanians got a sickening reminder of Katrina.Evacuees said they had had no idea where they were going; bus drivers would not tell them. When they arrived, there were not enough portable toilets, and no showers. For five days there was no way to bathe, except with bottled water in filthy outdoor toilets. Privacy in the vast open space — 1,000 people to a warehouse, shoulder-to-shoulder on cots — was nonexistent. The mood among evacuees was grim, surrounded as they were by police officers and the National Guard, with no visitors or reporters allowed.“We didn’t want to evacuate into a prison,” Lethia Brooks told the New Orleans Workers’ Center for Racial Justice, an organization that accompanied the evacuees, inspected the shelters and collected hundreds of stories into a report sharply critical of the state’s response.Gustav ended up being no Katrina, and the week of suffering was not as severe as the deathly mayhem of three years ago. But residents had every right to expect far better treatment than they received. After a week of indignities in crowded, unsanitary shelters, many returned home with their fragile finances in turmoil. They had been forced to buy extra basics while out of their homes, and September rent was due.The secretary of Louisiana’s Department of Social Services, which was responsible for the shelters, resigned after this scandal and one involving problems with food stamp distribution.Now, many poor residents are vowing “never again,” as in, “Never again will we get on the bus to be warehoused. We’ll ride out the next storm.” In New Orleans, disaster is never far away, and government incompetence cannot be allowed to undermine a swift, sure evacuation. Gov. Bobby Jindal’s administration should move quickly on a better plan that does not expose the poor to differential, substandard treatment.

PLZ MY ESSAY IS DUE TOMORROW! HURRY! SCAN IT AND GIVE ME FEEDBACK!! Best ANSWER TO THE FIRST PERSON! HERE IS MY ESSAY:Mary Havran’s “Lonely is Just One Word” signifies the uniqueness of my personality and behavior in a most imaginative method. Her poem is very powerfully written. Havran stripped the human soul, exposed the world of a mortal, interpreted the tangled emotions, and converted her discoveries into a language we all understand. Since this poem both directly and indirectly relates to my personality, I am capable of comprehending each line. When these couplets are united, they create a single artistic poem. Havran extensively explored the connection of being “Lonely” to the other emotions (Havran 1st couplet). The poet states “Lonely is just one word chosen to represent so much/To tell of feelings inside that the senses cannot touch” (1st couplet). Analyzed, this couplet illustrates that one lonesome word informs us of a colossal generalization. The first line states that using the English language is not enough to explain the definition of one simple word: Lonely. Oftentimes, when I barricade myself to the rest of the cruel world in my bedroom, I discover that it is hard to describe feelings with one emotion alone. The second line shows us that the emotions are too difficult to comprehend, that the soul experiencing the emotion cannot even understand the sentiment they are undergoing. After a particularly dreadful day, I drag myself to the study room to begin my studies. Teardrops fall from my cheeks and drop on my textbooks. The end of my seventh grade year has been packed with sorrow, as my grandmother returned to her homeland, China. Havran declares, “Lonely can be in the teardrops on a bereaved person’s cheek. /Lonely can be in the silence of sorrows too deep to speak” (2nd couplet), and “Lonely is heard in echoed footsteps of a departing friend. /Lonely penetrates the solitude of nights that will not end” (4th couplet). I suffered a lengthy period of time grieving about my grandmother. Though she isn’t really absent from the world, it seems as if she is missing from my life. Only memories remain. Havran states, “Lonely can haunt a deserted room that Laughter once made proud. /Lonely surrounds you when you’re alone or finds you in a crowd” (3rd couplet). No matter where I try to hide, whether in my psyche, or in my study room, Lonely will always find me. Lonely is like a demented ghost, always groping and haunting you, in your dreams and your life. Be careful not to lose yourself when he finds you; “Lonely will not listen to the pleadings of a broken heart. /Lonely stays and torments until new Love shatters it apart”(Havran 5th couplet). I have begged and pleaded for the emotions to cease, but no matter how I try, cascades of tears always flood down my face. Days later, Lonely is shattered apart, replaced by joy and happiness. My personality closely resembles the words in this poem. When the five couplets are united, this poem matched my character, and I must admit that this effective poem is an accurate representation of my human behavior. Lonely is definitely described not in one word, or even a few words, but as a symbol of my human soul.

List of five questions asked to help understand requirements’ based on what she is looking for before she buys a car.How did you get the car? Cars that are sold through an auto auction are not was it bought from another dealership? Cars that were traded in by the original owner are usually the nicest used cars usually as nice as trade INS. Sometimes dealers will sell cars to other dealers. Was it traded in on a new car? Was it bought from an auction?.How many owners has this car had? The original owner usually takes better care of a car than someone who buys it used. One owner used cars are typically nicer cars.Has the car ever been wrecked, flooded, salvaged, stolen or had the odometer rolled back?, I guarantee the used car manager does. Besides. Most anyone who has sold cars for a while can spot a car that has been wrecked from a mile away. It’s simple to run a CARFAX and see if the car has ever been wrecked The salesperson will usually try to avoid giving you a straight answer on this. You may get as answer like “not to my knowledge,” or “the person who traded it in assured us it has not.”What is the value on this car? Nevertheless, the answer the salesperson gives will show how forthcoming they are going to be. This is one of those questions you should know the answer to before askingIs the title with car? If the dealer does’ have the title present get a firm commitment, in writing, as to when it will be available. If you cannot get a commitment, do not buy. Without the title present, you technically dealers are not supposed to sell a car that they do not have a title for, but it happens all the time. Of. A car. has been traded in that the previous owner owed money on the title may still be held at the bank could run into delays in registering your car and buying license plates

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I'm currently in this situation, so your input is appreciated. For reference, we are both in our late 20s, have been dating for a short amount of time, live in the same town, and we haven't had sex.I've been seeing this guy for a little while. I like him. I thought things were going fine until a week ago it seemed like pulling teeth to get him to go out with me like he promised. Same thing the next night when we hung out. He hugged me and kissed me twice that night, far less than he usually did, and gave me two DVDs to take home and watch. Next day he called to see how my day went, then in the middle of the call he got interrupted and asked if he could call me back. I haven't heard from him since. It's been five days. After several days of daily contact, he just quit contacting me. I sent him an e-mail the next day saying I liked the DVD I watched and thanks for loaning it to me. No response. Today I texted him, "Hey stranger." No response. Yesterday my best friend called him from her phone and pretended to have the wrong number just to see if he would pick up. She said he picked up immediately. I am so confused. This guy was so into me. All he could talk about was how happy he was hanging out with me and much he liked me and he was making plans for what we would do on Halloween and saying my dad should come see his band play later this month, all this stuff that led me to believe he liked me and was serious. He was saying this stuff as late as six days ago. What could have happened between the time he said he would call me back and now? Why hasn't he responded to my e-mail and text? I am so confused. I think it's pretty clear he doesn't want to see me anymore, and that's fine. It won't kill me. But why won't he just say so? That would be so much better than stringing me along like this. It would be less stressful for me. Right now I'm just stuck wondering "WTF?" I was good to him, and I think I deserve a straight answer, not lies and avoidance. But what's really funny is I know lots of guys who choose this method of breaking up with a girl? WHY??? This causes girls far more pain than a simple, "This isn't working out." Why do you do this? Why do you think it's OK to treat girls this way? Someone please explain this to me.It's not even about him anymore, you know? It's become solely a mission to get him to answer my question, get him to tell me straight up the truth. That's all I want, and I don't think it's too much to ask.I just want to know what he's doing. A straight answer is all I want. This is so weird. I want to send him an e-mail bitching him out for treating me this way. But I won't do that because I know it's not the best idea.

"A good day is waking up, seeing the sun and smelling some roses. And playing a little golf doesn't hurt." A man named Bob Mquarrie a.k.a. the Mac has had a huge influence on myself, and many others around him. Mac has always taught me to appreciate things for what they are worth, and to look at things through the big picture. Doing this has allowed me to see things through others’ eyes, not always being so single minded. Before I had met McQuarrie I was focused on me, myself, and I 100% of the time, he has taught me to do the opposite. Sometimes looking out for everyone else around me makes me a much better person. Another thing he has constantly told me was to “keep my chin up” and everything will be all good, this phrase seems so simple but it truly does have a lot of meaning to me. I am now always looking at the positive side of things. The new optimistic person I am causes less stress on myself, and a new outlook on life. McQuarrie has instilled a new feeling for me which includes youth, emotion, and perseverance. My first day on the job, McQuarrie gave me some valuable advice that I use to this day, “When there is nothing to do around here, stay productive and make something to do”. That piece of information alone has turned me from somebody who procrastinated, and waited until the last minute to do everything, into somebody who is never late for a deadline, and is always on top of things. McQuarrie has truly been somebody that I can look to for any type of advice, whether it was a simple golf tip or a life lesson McQuarrie has had the answer for me. I have become a much better person because of the Mac, he has helped me understand why it is so important to be alive, not taking anything for granted and always being grateful for everything you have. McQuarrie truly is a timeless man who has taught me everything I need to know to be a successful man. McQuarries recent battle with five knee replacements, the potentially fatal staff infection MRSA, and suspected lung cancer has inspired me that I can work through anything regardless of the size of the speed bumps in my way. 79-year-old Bob McQuarrie, my coworker, has never steered me in the wrong direction. “The Mac”, what we call him at the course, has had a huge influence on my life. Not once have I ever seen McQuarrie without a smile on his face, whether he is arriving at work at 6AM or sitting with the men after a round of golf. After nine knee surgeries, McQuarrie is the healthiest 79 year old I have ever met, he still is able to play golf (better than I can), work every weekend, and stay at the course late to watch a game with his friends.. Each and every day he arrives at the course with a smile on his face, and a cup of tea in his hand. McQuarrie has taught me to be an all around better person by appreciating everything for what its worth. Common-App essay 250 word minimum would like to keep it under 500open to any suggestions or edits I realize its probably not organized the best but thats what i am looking for help on

I need to make a simple addition and subtraction calculator in Java. I have to use if statements, booleans, buttons, and text fields. I already have the buttons and text field displayed but I have no idea how to tell the buttons to display in the text field and to compute. Maybe it isn't possible with the things I have learned, I don't know. Well here is my code:public class Calculator extends Applet implements ActionListener{ private TextField digField; private int digit; private Button clear,add,minus,equals,zero,one,two,three, four,five,six,seven,eight,nine; public void init() { clear = new Button("Clear"); add(clear); clear.addActionListener(this); add = new Button("+"); add(add); add.addActionListener(this); minus = new Button("-"); add(minus); minus.addActionListener(this); equals = new Button("="); add(equals); equals.addActionListener(this); zero = new Button("0"); add(zero); zero.addActionListener(this); one = new Button("1"); add(one); one.addActionListener(this); two = new Button("2"); add(two); two.addActionListener(this); three = new Button("3"); add(three); three.addActionListener(this); four = new Button("4"); add(four); four.addActionListener(this); five = new Button("5"); add(five); five.addActionListener(this); six = new Button("6"); add(six); six.addActionListener(this); seven = new Button("7"); add(seven); seven.addActionListener(this); eight = new Button("8"); add(eight); eight.addActionListener(this); nine = new Button("9"); add(nine); nine.addActionListener(this); TextField message = new TextField(30); message.setText(""); } public void actionPerformed(ActionEvent event) { if (event.getSource() == clear) { TextField message = Integer.parseInt(TextField.setText()); repaint(); } } public void paint (Graphics g) { } }

There really ought to be a limit, I allow forty five minutes rest period for the first eight hours and a further fifteen for good behaviour throughout the evening. Apparently this is not enough, and has recently protested over the weekend, that whilst I'm sipping gin, playing cards and lolling around my chambers for most of the day, she often forgets the ice cubes and refreshments on a regular basis, and is begging to irritate me. This is usually corrected with a firm wave of the hand, then all becomes well again. I have explained a simple routine, of which a complete imbecile is able to follow. However, attempting to place logic into an empty drum is becoming rather tiresome. I really am at the end of my tether here, as only this morning breakfast was a no show.Any tips?

HAHAHA. i've been reading so much crap about this book on here and cannot bite my tongue on this one. I don't know if people are really that brainwashed to think this book deserves the least bit of recognition. i read this book a few weeks ago, after hearing how "AMAZING" it was. Boy was this a false pretense.I mean five hundred pages of BULLSHIT! I even somewhat like vampire books, yet i had to ush myself to finish this book. It is full of CLICHES.i mean Bella, HOW much of a SOCIOPATH could you really be?The book is boring! I mean Edward this Edward that, and then she sneaks in a glare, oh and Edward this Edward that. SHUT UP PLEASE! Bella you are so annoying, did you grow up in the Suburbs or the country? you sond like a 45 year old masquerading around highschool. MAybet he book should have been written as a diary, cause yeah it just that dull.ONLY THE SIMPLE MINDED IGNORANT IDIOTS COULD HAVE ANY INFATUATION WITH THIS PATHETIC ABOMINATION OF LITERATURE.Dont like what i have to say?Suck it.!The question is do people seriously like it?The reason I am writing about it is to save HUNDREDS from wasting there time nad being left with a desolate feeling of absolute REMORSE!!!, so i would say my times being spent well.. :) thanks !I must add in one more piece of input.It makes no difference whether you read or dont, what is the point of reading somthing crappy, you may as well not read at all.And IF YOU DO LIKE THE BOOK, I PITY YOU I REALLY DO. Maybe one day you will crawl out of your hole and discover some real literature goodluck!

I'm 18. I've been volunteering at the MSPCA since I was 16 in the cat adoption room. Several weeks ago, shortly after I got there, I learned that they were going to put one of the cats to sleep, because she had scratched three people the day before. I was rather shocked, because that is the first time I have ever seen a cat get put down for something as simple as a few scratches. And the people there are the most amazing, kind-hearted people in the world, so I was baffled that they would resort to euthanasia so quickly.Anyway, I hadn't even known the poor kitty, who's name was Chili, for more than a minute, but after hearing of her impending fate I felt this really odd feeling inside that I've never felt before. I felt hollow inside and I was almost in a daze as I walked back to the cage I had been cleaning when I was told the news. I figured I should get back to cleaning, but I kept telling myself that I should spend time with Chili. I stroked her as she ate her last meal, and I eventually couldn't stop the flow of tears. I think that perhaps the biggest reason for my tears was that she wasn't aware that it was her last meal, that she wasn't aware of her impending fate. My first instinct was to call my dad and tell him to pick me up 3 hours early because I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to deal with the situation, but I figured that because I am going to school to become a vet tech, this is something I'm going to have to deal with. I felt completely helpless and, knowing that her time to go was coming soon, I felt almost frantic to find a different solution. Just the previous day had been my 18th birthday, so I considered asking them to give her a reprieve as a birthday present. I also picked her up, and kissed her and hugged her in an effort to prove to them that she's not a vicious killer, she's really a sweet kitty (which actually proved to be true, because she was very content in my arms). But I figured that I couldn't stop them, so I just spent more time with her and I took a picture of her on my phone so that her memory would be preserved. I like to cry silently, because I get embarrassed if somebody knows that I'm crying, and I thought I was doing a pretty good job at covering it up, but one of the other volunteers who was cleaning a cage behind me asked me if I was ok, and I said yes. She went on to say that years ago when she started volunteering there, she would do as I was doing and spend time with the cats who weren't going to make it. I suppose that made me feel a little bit better, so I went back to my cleaning, and about five minutes later someone came in and took Chili to the back.For the rest of the day I still felt kind of hollow, and I was getting kind of worried that I might not be able to get over it. But of course I did, and I feel much better now. I'm just wondering if it's normal to feel so sad by the death of a cat who you don't know at all?

i was given an assignment by my high school japanese teacher, and ive pretty much forgotten how to do it. Ive looked through my book and it isn't much help. Its due tomorrow, but its fairly simple. The book starts five sentences, and i have to finish them. (not sure what they want me to finish them with or how much detail, but simpler is probably better)here are the sentences in romaji, since don'tnt have a japanese language pack on my pc1. watashi no nihongo no sensei wa...2. watashi no [classmate] no ____ san wa...3. i can do this one4. {name} san wa... really not sure what to do with this one5. john kawamura san wa... same as the last oneif u could possibly give me the full sentences and explain why it works and what it means, it would help me a loti understand the words used above, just not the grammar or how i would add words and what grammar to use

i'm getting my hair done for homecoming today,and i want a hairstyle that will stay as long as possible.i dont want anything too simple, my hair is super straight and really thin, and light brown.in the front it goes about three inches below my shoulder, and in the back about five.i want an updo as well. (:http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=vnds87&s=4

Hey people i've recently been looking up random topics on the internet and i stumbled across Yugioh after watching a few episodes and remembering when i use to play i started thinking could Yugioh a simple card game damage the soul with its relation to darkness i mean over here in the english version you may slightly notice it but in japan it has five and six point stars, demons, angels and such and you first off Summon monsters then You Sacrifice them to Summon more powerful ones does anyone think this card game may have a more dark nature to it than meets the eye? Or does anyone know about an article that discusses this conversation if so please list it looking for opinions and resources people please and thanks.Well hey you never know i woudln't have thought things like Harry Potter and astrology would bring controvesry to Spirtual beliefs well its nice to get your opinons thanks

I've been involved with a guy for about two months now. I'm 16, he's 19. We pretty much act as if we're dating, but we're definitely not officially together, as much as I want us to be. I know that he would do anything in the world to make me happy. I'm the same way with him.He recently told me that he's only had one girlfriend before, and they were together for five years. He said that she broke his heart, and that's why he's scared of getting into another relationship. He said that it has nothing to do with me, just his past.In the two months that we've been involved, the most we've done together is kiss. No making out or feeling on each other. Just simple kisses.The other night I spent the night with him at his brother's house. We shared a bed and watched a movie. He seemed hesitant in touching me or kissing me, and I felt kind of confused by that. It was like I could tell that he wanted to, but he was afraid. He started kissing me, making out for the first time, but it seemed as if he was scared of getting intimate. He was having trouble responding to the intimacy I was showing. When I mentioned this, he said that he didn't want to talk about it and that he would tell me another time.That night we didn't get any further than kissing because I didn't want to make him uncomfortable. Anyways, I need some advice: Why do you think he's having trouble responding to physical touch? Why do you think he's not telling me? What kind of trauma could lead to the fear of sexual intimacies?Also...What do you think his ex-girlfriend put him through that he would be scared to get into a relationship with me?Thank you guys for any advice. :)Since someone mentioned the age difference... Both of our parents know about us. I know for sure his problem has nothing to do with age.

I called this dentist in emergency need of tooth pain and a simple extraction. Within five minutes of talking to him on the phone he told me he was calling in a prescription of Vicodin without even seeing me to help with the pain. I couldn't take it because of the Tylenol in it so he called in a different one.Upon surgery the Dentist had me go across the street to the Pharmacy and pick up medication to take before the procedure. He wanted me to take 5 Valium and a Pain Killer, which I refused to take all of. After saying how I was not nervous or anxious he said "well take em anyway" and I did not as I do not prefer to take pills if not needed. After surgery I complained about more pain I was having days later, and was prescribed a drug called Demerol (a generic form of Morphine). Which was very shocking as many Pharmacists agreed that was not typical for tooth extraction. The Demerol gave me anxiety and made me extremely sick so I flushed it and requested a different pain medication which he did give me.Days later I still had immense pain and called him again, and was labeled as a "pill addict" then told to see a Neurologist. The Dentist also blocked my calls and purposely admitted to doing so after several attempts at contacting him. The last I spoke with him I requested help with the pain in a non narcotic form if need be, just something to help with the pain I continued to have. He refused claiming I had all ready been on a lot of medication all ready. When I asked for a record of all the medication he prescribed, he refused to give it to me and hung up on me.A day had passed and my mouth was filled with blood where the tooth was taken out, and the wisdom tooth underneath was bleeding as well. I went to see another Dentist who patched up the hole where the tooth was taken out and took X-Rays which showed my bottom wisdom tooth's roots were cracked and breaking. Overall Baratz was extremely unprofessional, and seemed to be very nervous when it came to pharmacies. He crossed the line of trying to make his patient feel comfortable by saying "consider us like drinking buddies, feel free to ask me anything you would like". Not to mention the fact that he was on the phone with someone when I showed up and heard him saying "okay, just so we get our stories straight let me write this down just in case". Also, I had called him right after he supposedly got off the phone with the Government (according to him) and he reacted very nervous and concerned. Too many question marks surround this person, and I would most definitely not advise anyone to see him. I believe when it comes to the treatment of a patient it is standard to use certain methods of communication to make the patient comfortable. However, there were just too many instances of extreme unprofessionalism that would inspire me to write this very review. I cannot put my finger on exactly what term to describe him, but I would like to know if anyone else out there agrees with me that he could be unprofessional or just a strange fellow. Also, would anyone consider reporting this case to the A.D.A. or would that be a lost cause?

If Adam only lived around 6,000 years ago and the bible says that the Earth came into being five days before he was created. Where did the dinosaurs come from? What year did they die. (I'm not trying to open up a debate between creationist and evolutionist...just a simple question.

How would you say the following in Chinese? The phrases are very simple, but I don't know all the correct measure words.a. One tall buildingb. Two new Australian filmsc. Three long riversd. Four pairs of jeanse. Five colour photosf. Seven school subjectsg. Nine old desks and chairsh. Ten maths classesThanks so much!Oh, just to clarify... I meant that the whole sentences would be simple for *other people* to translate - I'm still having difficulty!

Right, I'm sixteen, and so is my best friend, Kaz.She's been my best friend for thirteen years. Yeah, I know. Long, right?But it doesn't feel that way...Maybe it's because we're not best friends anymore.Maybe it's because we just say that we are because we can't face up to the fact that we're not...Of course we're not.I mean, I love her so much and wouldn't be able to live without her, but I barely see her. At all. I haven't seen her in months and months, and I haven't been to her house properly in years.We talk all the time on msn, and text eachother, but that's it.She's sooo different from me, she got into smoking and drinking, etc. and I stayed this quiet, shy girl.Like, in primary school, we used to be inseperatable.Then...we went to different high schools.& started seeing less and less of eachother.Until it got to this stage.We used to be the same. We both used to be shy and like the same things and just...best friends.Then when we started high school she changed.She's got loads of friends, and I mean LOADS. She's had sex, had boyfriends, used to smoke, has had weed before, goes to parties, drinks.She's not as bad now. She goes to the occasional party and still drinks, but she's mature, confident, pretty, does good at college.And most of all...she has a hot awesome boyfriend, who she says she's in love with, and he says he is in love with her.They've been together five months and it's all sweet and shizz.But the point is, it seems like she has the perfect life.It seems like she grew up and left me behind.I'm still the shy, quiet, eleven year old I was back when we were best friends.I have hardly any confidence, I hate going places on my own, or talking to people I don't know. I hate starting somewhere like college, I hate looking for a job. I can't do the simplest things because I have no confidence and it scares me. It gets me down so much.I'm a virgin, I've only had one boyfriend, and that only lasted two weeks. I hardly go out at all. For three days in a row now I've just stayed in, and I have done it for longer. I do nothing. I didn't get into college, long story. So I literally do nothing. I have no confidence to get out there and look for a job or something else I can do until next september when I can go to college.So I don't.I stay in and read books and watch TV and go on the computer all day like a pathetic person.My mom thinks I've gone mental, and that I'm depressed.It's really just got me down bad,everythings just hit me proper hard now.Just made me realise...I am wasting my life.I have wasted all of my teenage years.Yeah, I've still got a few left but look what I've made of my life so far.I doubt I'll change my ways in the few years I have left.I hate my best friend, but I love her.I hate she's got everything that I haven't.But I love her because she's my best friend, always has been, always will be, even if we're not best friends...That doesn't make much sense but it's true.I just don't know what to do anymore. If anyone asks who has lived more out of me and my best friend, what do you think people will say? ...I know what they'll say.I know I'm whining and some people have a way worse life than mine but I just hate being trapped in my own head.If you get me.I hate it all.Pleeease someone talk to me.I guess I just need cheering up.I don't usually whine this much xDActually, I've never said this stuff out loud before ever. And never posted them anywhere except for now...So be easy on me xD even if you do think I'm a pathetic sad loser.Advice?Thanks :]

I am 13 and I write for fun (I'm not trying to get published) so would you read this? It is the first page of my book: Many five-year-olds screaming filled my mind. I covered my ears in resistance. I could not believe I ever acted as foolish as that. I must have given every single adult that knew me a headache at least once. Another one appeared. I sighed. A clown in the backyard of my best friend’s house falling into the bright blue and red kiddy pool came into my head. The image disappeared and another took its place. A trip to the doctor’s office after falling off my bed and breaking my ankle. The skin around my foot was a deep purple. The only good thing about it was that Jared Black actually signed my cast first. I was the envy of the third grade. I remembered how much that hurt. My mother saying, “Jaymi, it’s going to be okay!” Then another appeared. Repeatedly, this process bored me. I rubbed my eyes once more and yawned. I was so tired; I just wanted to curl up on the ground and go to sleep. Why couldn’t this dream end? It was more boring that watching paint dry. At least paint gave you new stages to the drying, while I was watching things I had already seen. Now if I could actually interfere with it that would be a different story. I smiled at what I could do. I should attempt it, I thought. I was in a dream, wasn’t I? Then the dream did end, when I saw the last image. What had just happened moments ago played in my mind as my fear grew. My mother, I, and my baby sister going into the seemingly not busy bank, trying to deposit several hundred dollars for college. Then a booming voice told my mother to get down. A simple gun glinted in the sunlight. I fell down rather than just getting down, scared to death of that man. A small voice sounded behind me. My mother’s. “Please, just let my daughters, Jaymi and Sarah, go. They won’t tell. Please!” A single gunshot was fired. My mother was on the ground. A pool of blood was forming just under her temple. My jaw dropped and I sobbed uncontrollably. The other hostages were terrified.“No!” I yelled. I leaped to my mother’s side and felt her neck. The last moment of life for me was happiness, for my mother’s neck was pulsing. Then I heard another gunshot, and the ground came to my face. A white light shone, and then I was in the bank again. There was yellow tape all over. I stood horrified, taking in that my mother had died. It was dark, so it must have been hours after the robbery. I ran toward the body bag. I was shocked. It wasn’t my mother’s body; the bag was too short. I looked at the body when the police officer unzipped the bag. It wasn’t my mother. It was myself. I stood there petrified, searching the body for imperfections, like a birthmark, but there were none, just my frozen face, staring back at me. My curly red hair was in place, too perfect. It should be in my eyes like it always was. And my green eyes were usually warm, but now they were gray and lifeless. My mouth was opened slightly and my lips were a disturbing shade of blue-gray. “Stop it! Don’t you see me? I’m right here! Look at me!” I sobbed to a paramedic. I cried and babbled on about how this couldn’t be real. I saw an officer holding Sarah, her body frail and weak. I ran over to her, screaming, “No! She’s not your child! Stop holding her! Give her to me! I’m her sister!” My mother was being airlifted somewhere, I heard from a nearby paramedic. I saw the robber, in handcuffs held by a police officer. “I didn’t mean to, she was just a kid, I didn’t mean to kill her.” His tone was concerned and filled with grief. No, I didn’t care, because he had killed me and maybe my mother. I thought some more, and concluded that he hadn’t killed me. I was very much alive, just like my sister and mother. I would be just fine in the morning, when I woke up from this nightmare, so i walked home and crawled into bed. I cried myself to sleep.Please no rude comments and if you want to read the other 70 pages (still not finished with it) then give me your email.

I am 23. My mother is in her early sixties and has advanced Alzheimer's. My father, her husband and the love of her life died when I was a small boy- she was never the same, but still loved me with all her heart. I stay at home now and care for her, but I work part-time at a local shop and I am in the RAF Reserves.A long time ago, when I was young, I remember my parents took me on a day trip to a local stream to try out the inflatable dinghy I had been given for my birthday. We all stood on a little wooden bridge in the middle of the woods and soaked up the early summer sun; it's funny, I can't remember much of my childhood but I recall those few happy hours with absolute clarity. Perhaps it is because it is one of the last times I was with my father, and we were all together.I can see it now; a little Kingfisher landed on a tree branch over the water and began to preen his pretty feathers, and we all stood there laughing at the little bird as he went about his business without a care in the world, my dinghy bobbing up and down on the water below us. I must have been about five or six, and a few days later my father went to war and was killed.As I said, this effected my mother deeply, but she continued to work and look after me. She is a failrly simple woman I dare say, and has worked for the past forty years in the same bakers, but has weathered early mornings and long days with the old-school toughness of her generation. A few years ago she was diagnosed with dementia, and it got swiftly worse. Now I sometimes have to bathe her and help her eat, and the Doctor say she isn't long for this world. I don't really mind though, as I am her only son and she is my link to my father. She has also worked hard and cared for me all her life. I think she prays to God, in her own little way, but her God isn't of any particular religion. He's just God, and I hear her sometimes talking to him about Dad. I think she knows that soon she will see him again. I have a question for you, those of you who know the world better than me. Do you think that when she dies, my Mum will go back to that bridge over the river? I would like it very much if she could go back there and see Dad again, when they were both young and healthy. I would like for the little Kingfisher to be there too, with his pretty feathers, making us all laugh- and perhaps when my time comes, many years from now, I will be a little boy again with them.Do you think that Mum and Dad will be together again when her time comes? Will they happy? I don't know about God, but I cannot believe that someone as loving as my mother can just be gone. Surely just to go back to that stream in the woods for a couple of hours with Dad can't be too much too ask?Thank you.

what is a five letter wordwhen you remove the first letter im above you and if you remove the next letter im around yousimple...isn't it

the assignment: ""Use “for” loops to play a very simple version of poker where only the high card is checked. Print five random cards for the user and five random cards for the computer. Card values should be displayed as 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, J, Q, K, or A, where A has the highest rank. Display a message indicating who has the highest card, including the case of a tie. There is no user input for this problem.""I can get the program to display 5 numbers for both the computer and the user, but that's it!!! I need help converting the numbers 1, 11, 12, 13 to letters A, J, Q, K. I also need help comparing them.Thanks!!!If you can show me one way this is possible (do it for me), that would be great.If you can just tell me how to each step, that would be even better!!!Oh, and I'm programming in Java.Sorry, I always forget to say that...

How do I solve this. I haven't been in Algebra for a while. Thanks!Nine equals five to the X power:9=5^x

My Spanish 3 Class is reading the book Into The Wild and I didn't read it. I have to write a total of five sentences about something to do with the photographer or photography in the book. I need help. Anything at all that anyone knows just let me know. It doesn't have to be long. Short and Simple works too. Thanks so much!

On page 66, look at the descriptive words Steinbeck uses to describe the weather. How does the weather resemble or symbolize what is going on in Kino's life? Use a quote from the text to support a five sentence answer.How is Kino transformed during this parable? He starts out the story as a simple, good man at peace with himself and the world but then becomes what? Please support your five sentence answer with a quote from the text. Best and quickest answer gets 10 points! :DI figured out the second question on my own, I only need an answer for the first one now.

My son is fifteen and feeds lies to the simplest questions. Today, his special friend and her family were moving and he wanted to help. Considering the fact that they live three houses from us and were only moving a block away, I gave him permission to help with the stipulation that he adheres to the same rules as always when away from home. The rule is : Call/ come home every hour to check in. This being for obvious reason, as we live in Detroit, one of the highest crime cities in the U.S. Anyway hes gone for nearly five hours and hasnt checked in. So of course I ride around trying to find him, but to no avail. he finally comes home and concocts a lame story that makes no sense. When asked why he didnt check in, his response was, "I lost track of time." How do loose track of five hours, knowing hourly youre suppose to checkin? Asked him, "Why didnt you call?" and here comes the fantabulous lie.....he said," Oh, theyre getting their phone numbers switched, so they dont have a phone right now." Part of this is the truth, but the ass-end, which follows is the killer. Why didnt you use one of their three cellphones? answer: "Oh their getting switched too." What the #$%^? Now please note, we've tried getting him cellphones, so we can keep up, but he takes them apart when he feels they need repair, rather than tell us so we can have them repaired, or loses them, or trade with friends and never gets his back even after returnong theirs. Just irresponsible. i try to give him a little freedom as a teenager, but between his irresponsibility and immaturity, on top of his constant lying, I refuse to invest in another. Why do they lie so much? He's constantly on punishment for lying and breaking this same rule almost every other day.

I need help big time in math, well in 2 problems that I need help. The direction says to find each sum or difference. write your answer in simplest form.I need help on the fractions because I don't understand it and I don't know if it should be a positive fraction or a negative.3/4-(-2/5/12) Problem is three fourth minus negative two and five twelve-4/2/3-6/1/4 negative four and two thirds minus six and one fourth

Im 43, I was married for 20 years, and just started dating five months ago. These women I have been seeing (who are younger) seem to be head over heals about me, and wanting to see me all the time. I enjoy my time with them individually and we have a lot of fun.It has been so long since I was with someone new, my question is really a simple one:How will I know when I'm really "in love" again, and not just enjoying the fruits of a new relationship?

I’m almost certain that Daniel Wiznaker is, to a certain extent, glad that his leg was mangled by shrapnel from an enemy land mine. My reasoning for thinking this is summed up in the following conversation held between the two of us:“Hey Daniel how’d you get your limp?” “Oh I got it Fed-Exd, they can usually get it to you in less than three days, were you thinking of getting one?” His face is completely expressionless, if I was a lesser man I might have believed him, instead I come back with,“You’re a Fucking liar, come on what did you do?”“I stood too close to a fellow soldier stepping on a land mine.” He doesn’t even blink, that same expressionless look plastered on.“Jesus, Daniel I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”“No worries, I finally had an excuse to buy this.” He gestures to his scaled down Gandalf staff replica. Daniel Wiznaker is an eccentric man.I know Daniel because we both work at Hastings. I relate to Daniel because we both absolutely hate working at Hastings. I’m afraid of Daniel because he keeps a toy rhino head complete with detachable helmet in his vest pocket at all times while at work. When some unknowing individual goes to shake his hand, Daniel pulls out the rhino and makes an odd “wohooohohoh” kind of noise. When I ask him why he does this his response is simple.“I know when I’m touching the rhino head that it’s clean, strangers are disgusting.”I recently took a day off from work, to go to work, to watch Daniel work. I will admit that my boss looked rather irate when I spent close to six hours shadowing Daniel while he worked in my department for me. Daniel works five to eleven, seven nights a week, on Friday September 26, 2008, he felt my hot breath on the nape of his neck for all but eleven minutes and thirty-two seconds of those six hours. Mechanical, robotic, soulless, these are all perfect descriptions of Daniel when he’s out on the floor. Aside from his limp, every movement he makes looks as though it was predetermined. He never takes seven steps when five will do; he never mistypes a customer’s CD request. When dealing with a customer he only smiles when normal standards set by society require him to do so.

I have written a poem about un-memorizing as a way of expressing how I hated pessimistic and annoying people who are intentionally the way they are. It turns out that the poem I wrote ended up being one of my acting class’s projects, which got me a good grade. No one didn't’t believe those words could’ve came from me which they have since I’ve been in that area of life. Lately for the past three weeks, I’ve been experiencing the strangest moments that left me in a perplexed pause. It was regarding electronics and other people. Two weeks ago I got hired to work as an information technology assistant, within that time frame of working and doing well so far, there were some problems with their computers and other people’s laptops. Everyone went to touch (solve the computer problem) the computer including the director of the IT department went to try it out and it wouldn’t work. As I was called to give it a test, everything was working well until I left the computer to the student. It stopped working when she got back on it again. The machine literally logged her out after I left as she began to work on it again. When I was done with the computers that afternoon, I got hired without an interview. That was the week of the Midas touch. Every broken electronic machine worked properly once I was done with it. The door bell wouldn’t stop ringing when the guy who usually fixed them kept touching it, but as I came through the door it stopped buzzing. I still think it’s a coincidence and nothing special.As far as for other people, I could’ve sworn I heard them speaking to me through their minds and I ended up saying what they were thinking to themselves. As I repeated their thought back to them, they told me something I also grabbed out of their minds and repeated it too. They reacted to me and said ‘You’re reading my mind’ and some other stuff. Their voices sounded exactly the way it sounded in my mind when they spoke to me. Maybe it was just my imagination taking on another level of creativity since I am almost twenty. I have one friend who noticed what I was trying to erode and she told me that I wasn’t going insane. If I heard that from other people, then I know I’m okay…especially a counselor.What does having a growing ability of psychic skills and natural skills with the word I am getting tired of which is intuition. What do those outside things have to do with me and with college?I am in college and the last thing I need is to find out that I have some skill I have never been able to pursue because I never knew it was there. The only thing I know about it so far is that it grows with my mind, and my mind as like an older person’s mind. I’m twenty years old now, but my mind is thirty or thirty five years old. What’s up with making broken computers and cell phones suddenly work perfectly fine with something as simple as holding it or trying to move it around?? This is making me nervous. I’ll just continue to get nervous because everyone is coming to me for their broken electric devices on campus. Now all of this sounds like rambling to a computer and possibly some readers.

I tensed. This was the moment I have been waiting for my whole life: the famous Warriors Test.Do not laugh; this is a serious exam that will determine whether you will become one of the great Championship Warriors that will get to serve the holy Sapa Inca—or not. Of course, this test is not something that everybody could take; only those who has passed their Novice, Intermediate, and Advanced Level with exceptional performances would be qualified to take this test.The rules were generally simple: you could only use a dull scythe to fight, and no killing was allowed. You would win if the opponent had his weapon knocked out of his hands and you had the sword just near his neck, or if you had him lying on the ground for more than five seconds.I glanced around, suddenly conscious of other warrior's big muscles. I cringed, noticing how I was one of the smallest ones in this test. Pessimism suddenly overwhelmed me; what if I lose? What if I have to work the rest of my life as a tedious farmer? I shook my head, not allowing me to denounce myself. I concentrated as hard as I could, ignoring my loud heartbeats. I had to win this, I thought. Or else, I shall be punished by my father...“Now, we shall be featuring Tecocol against Huemac!”I almost cried in joy. Huemac was younger and much more smaller and weaker than me! My confidence suddenly boosted up, and I reached the state of pure arrogance. I walked up with pride, taking a long look at the crowds, as if telling them to look at the future hero of the Incas. I stepped up to the sandy arena, and looked haughtily at Huemac, who already looked fragile and half-defeated. “OK, so no foul fighting moves, you two!” the person who judged our moves and kept score warned us. “Or I shall have you leave this arena in an instant—which I will count as a forfeit!”I looked at Huemac, and we both nodded at each other, promising a fair game. Immediately the bell signaling the start rang, and we both quickly took out our scythes. We went around in circles, and I was jubilant when I saw the scared look in his face. I hissed menacingly at him, and he flinched. Suddenly I jumped at him, but Humeac, even with my advantage of surprise, avoided it. I charged at him, and we both swirled our swords in midair. Huemac's power was weaker than mine; however, I could notice his well-developed agility and deftness. Determined to win, I charged with the most energy I could produce, and I had him sprawling to the ground in less than fifteen seconds. I expected him to get up, but he laid there, still.Yelling in triumph, I jumped at him. Unfortunately, I was too excited to care that I had thrown my weapon to the ground. As I have told you before, the opponent could win if he had his scythe on my neck and had my sword knocked out of my hands. Anyways, I crouched down and tried to lock his feet, but not too tightly, convinced that he was completely knocked out. Too overwhelmed with happiness, I forgot to take Huemac's sword out of his hands just in case. I listened in exultation as the judge counted. “3...4...”Before he could count to five, Huemac jumped on me. Taken by surprise, I could not react, not without my sword. I sat there dumbfounded as Huemac put his sword on my neck. He had won.When I recovered, I heard the crowd cheering wildly. Of course; who wouldn't cheer at such a clever win? I slowly got up, feeling numb, and shook Humeac's hands. He opened his mouth to speak, but I turned my back on him and I ran away.I could not believe it! I have lost the match. Arrogance has blinded me, and I've underestimated Humeac's power! I have been outwitted. This is when I realized: intelligence could be a much more powerful thing than power.I trudged home, afraid of how my parents would be greatly disappointed. Plus, I did not forget my father's warning ringing in my ears:Win, and you shall be respected and gifted by our family. Lose,and you shall face punishment.I sighed as I walked entered my village. Even the dry trees seemed unwelcoming as I stepped into my house. It was messy as usual, with my little brothers and sisters running around the house, play-fighting and screaming. I wanted to leave the house and run away forever, but...Wait, I contemplated. Running away? This idea appealed to me. If I did, there would be no punishments, no more pressure from my parents. Also, I could use the time to practice my fighting skills—including using my wits,I thought grimly.However, I decided not to run away—just yet. I wanted to see what my father had in store for punishment. If it wasn't too severe, maybe I wouldn't run away. Maybe.“So, my son.” my father interrupted my thoughts. “Have you won the Warriors Test and brought glory to your family?” His eyes seemed to spark in anticipation, and I felt more embarrassed than ever that I had to destroy his hope. “Yeah, big brother! Did you claim the trophy?” one of my younger brothers called out.“N.“N...” the words choked in my mouth. After a few seconds, I finally spat it out. “No, my father.”For a moment, there was an awkward silence. Even the noisy youngsters quieted down. I looked down at my feet, not knowing what I should say to break it. But, before I could speak, my father did. “Is it... true?” his voice was trembling. I dared to look up, and I did not see anger; instead, I saw sadness and disappointment. I felt ashamed.“Yes,” I said. “I am sorry. I have failed you.” I saw my dad looking piteously at me, but I knew that the punishment would come anyways.“Son,” he began in a serious tone. “I am sorry to say this, but the punishment must be done.” My father took a deep breath, he continued. “Our family is struggling; there has been a drought for a long time, and the nobles are corrupt. Thus, we are serious lacking of money. And, although I deeply regret this, I am going to have to sell you to Huemac's family.”I gaped. The same boy I lost to? No! I wanted to scream out loud. Instead, I forced myself to calm down. “No.” I replied, ignoring my parent's incredulous stare. “I shall not do that.”My father's stare suddenly turned cold. When he spoke, it was icy. “Well, if you disagree, than I will just beat you until you become obedient!” he yelled. He immediately grabbed his whip; however, before he could swing it, I dashed to the entrance. “I'll be back, my family. With greater strength and knowledge! Then I shall become a full warrior, and then you can respect me!” I yelled at the top of my lungs before I ran.I ran and ran and ran. I did not even see where I was going; I just sprinted, away from this village, away from my family... I ran until my legs were numb, my body screaming in agony, and my breath rasping with exhaustion. I looked back, and saw a steep downhill; I have been running toward the peak of the rocky mountain.Instead of running, I jogged, trying to get some rest.

A history exam paper contains eight questions ,four in part A and four part B.candidates are required to attempt five questions.in how many ways can this be done if (a)There are no restrictions (b)At least two questions from the part B must be attempted

Without going into too much detail, after moving out of my apartment, my realtor sent me a bill with a five-hundred dollar, ten day storage fee for belongings that had been left in the apartment. The 'receipt' for this was just a handwritten note on semi-official looking notebook paper. The 'business' that provided this service is not registered with anyone -- not the federal, state, or local governments. They are operating illegally and not paying taxes. What's more, the 50-dollar-a-day rate is thirty times what all the legitimate storage businesses in the area would have charge.I had moved out of state (they were already aware of this) and had not come to pick up any of the worthless stuff I had left in the apartment. At this point I have no reason to believe that anything was ever stored at all.So I gave a call to my realtor with two very simple questions: 1) Why is the charge so high? 2) Where exactly were these things stored?They agreed to call me back and two days later I got the answers in my voice-mail: 1) "I talked with the property manager and the charge stands" 2) "we can't tell you the name of the *person* who stored your stuff because we need a place where we can store things?"Huh?I'm aware of the usual options (small claims court and the BBB), but I'd really like to know all the cards I have to play against them. If they're in kahootz with a business that isn't paying taxes, can they get in trouble too? This same business also does their cleaning and hauling for them.Before I start taking action I want to send them a certified letter stating exactly what I plan to do if they don't drop the charges. I'd like for this letter to have as many threats as possible, because I think there's enough shady activity going on here that I can scare them out trying to charge me.Thanks in advance for any help.

I found it to be Really beautiful but also really curious and "interesting" when i read it, and I was just wondering what the person was thinking about when they wrote it...... Please tell me what you think the person was referring to when they wrote it. If you feel that it relates to you at all, please feel free to share your personal testimony with me. I would love to hear!!!!Here it is:A Second ChanceThey say in life first impressions are last,but the one you’ve left has yet to pass.Of all the places you’ve dared to feel,my heart is one that has yet to heal.I was a baby before, since then I have