The warm sunshine that was streaming through the classroom window was doing nothing to help my concentration as I sat in class trying to pay attention. The teacher’s monotone voice droning on about some dead men who fought in a battle hundreds of years ago was slowly putting me to sleep. I was taking notes as best I could when suddenly I would realize that my eyes were closed! I opened them quickly and looked at my notebook. The last line I had written on the page ended in nonsensical words before it became a straight line that ran off the page. I tried to focus on what the teacher was currently saying only to realize that she had moved on to another topic. Maybe this topic would keep me awake. A few minutes later, I was dozing …show more content…
I wish I knew why someone thought we needed to learn about all of these dead people. It just didn’t seem relevant at all. Suddenly, there was a hush in the room. The teacher had asked someone a question! I tried to seem casual as I glanced up to see if I was the unlucky person who had been called upon. My heart jumped and then I realized that the teacher was looking at the person to my right, waiting expectantly for an answer. I stared at the girl also, as if I was truly interested in whatever ramblings might come out of her mouth about the dead general and his battle. I felt my face grow warm with a slight blush as I became embarrassed for her and her inability to answer the question. She must have been paying as much attention to the lecture as I had been. Finally, she was able to formulate a less than mediocre answer that satisfied the monotone voice at the front of the room and the lecture resumed. Another glance back at the girl and I saw the cell phone palmed in her left hand down by her side. She had been text-messaging someone instead of paying attention! At least I wasn’t alone in my frustration of trying to find something to do to make it through the painful moments of the class. Finally, my list of numbers was dwindling as the clock ticked ever closer to the magic moment when the bell would finally ring. It was with great anticipation that I waited to make the final mark. When the bell
Which of the two banks or credit unions that you researched would you be most likely to choose to open an account with? Why? (2-4 sentences. 2.5 points)
I pull out a chair right by Emma and put my chin in my palm. The teacher, Mr. Brown, started to teach which made me want to go to sleep. My eye hesitated to stay open then I heard a loud bang. Someone drop their chair on the floor which made me wide awake in this boring
b. Competing with different labor restrictions (or lack thereof), such as slave or child labor.
Traditionally, nutrition programs were targeted to the indigent and poor populations in developing countries. Many of today's Americans are malnourished also, but they are inundated with unhealthy foods and require a multidisciplinary approach to nutrition education. What would be the three most important points to include in a public nutrition program? Provide current literature to support your answer and include two nutritional education community resources.
1. Explain what functions racial beliefs serve for the dominant group according to the functionalist perspective. Conversely, explain what dysfunctions to society are caused by prejudice and discrimination.
Even though I have no trouble reading I have always struggled with writing, even to this day, so I shall write about today. I am struggling to think of a subject to write about as I offhandedly work on a late project for Mr. Lyday’s class. As I struggle I realized that there are too many distractions in this room, the melodies playing loudly through my earbuds, my fluffy, soft, warm gray cat affectionately named Gray. The most potent distraction at the moment is my phone vibrating with a sharp, loud, repetitive “VVrt! VVrt!” Which draws my attention towards the friends I miss so greatly. As I move to a quieter, less distracting room, I realize that the greatest distraction is my own mind, I over think the most insignificant, I second guess
With today’s changing world and the economy the way it is, it is not uncommon for people of all ages to enter the college setting. In fact, two-thirds of students entering the college setting are classified non-traditional (Brown, 2007). Bill (2003) found that there was an 11% increase of non-traditional student enrollment from 1991-1998 displaying 35% in 91 and 46% in 1998. These numbers have since increased according to Jacobson & Harris (2008) showing that half to 75% of undergraduates consist of the non-traditional student sitting the reasons for reentering the college setting to be economic. What exactly defines a non-traditional student and what services may they need in comparison to the traditional student.
I felt the eyes of the other students burning holes through my skin. There was no escaping from reading in front of class, not this time. My voice stuttered, my palms sweated, and my face turned red as I looked at the blurred words on the page. I tried and failed to make sense of the book in front me. I wished, I was invisible.
Read the article Diagnosis Coding and Medical Necessity: Rules and Reimbursement by Janis Cogley located on the AHIMA Body of Knowledge (BOK) at http://www.ahima.org.
1. A fallacy I found in the first paragraph is Red herring because there was a shift from “Dating is a very recent phenomenon in world history” to a discussion of how women were chaperoned with strict rules to follow (pg, 144). The second paragraph, I found the fallacy Hasty generalization: “Today these young women want the freedoms that we won…” this is a generalization that is unrepresentative of the targeted population (pg, 144). For the third paragraph, I found the fallacy Straw man – the author creates and then attack young feminists, “they come from a protected, white, middle-class world” and attacks with “these other women are nice, genteel, sexually repressed white girls coming out of pampered homes, and when they arrive at college
Sitting in 5th period, I absentmindedly slid my pencil along the left margin. As the graphite swirled into abstract designs, my mind began to wander. Rain landed on the metal roof, lulling me into a false sense of comfort and security. I felt myself drifting out of hall three and into a soft daydream. A yawn crept up my throat and escaped from my mouth as I continued scratching at the narrowing margin. For a split second, I tuned back into the voice of my Spanish teacher, making sure that I hadn't missed anything important while I etched flowers into my notes. Suddenly, my pencil stopped its steady motion across the page. The blurry sections in the corners of my vision disappeared abruptly, and the formerly calming drumming of rain sharpened
The main stakeholders of football clubs, their 'stake' in the organization and legitimacy of their interests.
I ran through the halls hoping to see my class number, each time, looking at the numbers and realizing that my class was nowhere in sight. Seconds
I shuffled into the next classroom. When I found my way to the front of the door I was greeted with an expression of awe and wonder from the students. The teacher slowly glanced at me and a look of surprise spread on her face too. She said “hi there what are you doing here?”. The realization took hold of me again as I realised all of the students in her class were staring at me. The words slipped out
I continue to my class and once again I pass a table set up for blood drive as a reminder for students who want to participate. I head up the stairs to the third floor, pass a newspaper stand with a headline of the Tsunami death toll, and with President Bush’s inauguration date approaching gradually. Can’t stop to grab one, have 30 seconds to get to class. I pass another lounge area with another bunch of students watching television with the channel set on CNN. A New York Stock Exchange report update was going on as I quickly whipped by. Finally I have arrived, and I’m quietly sneaking in heading toward my seat as the professor continues to write important words up on the board to start his