Blurryface By Twenty One Pilots-Personal Narrative

Homeless people are a vulnerable population in many respects that they always face discrimination and exclusion because of their housing condition. It is a social problem that typically low wages and shortage of affordable housing are the main factors contributing to homelessness. In fact, many poor people face significant barriers to maintain stable housing because they don’t have accessibilities to increase their economic stability. Overall, there are significant factors that contribute to homelessness that many homeless people usually struggle with limited access to resources, lack of information about services, and lack of support systems.

Everything around me began to blur, including the line between reality and something strange, a place where nothing exists. I could feel myself detaching, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was unplugged and could not find the cord to reconnect myself, my thoughts were screaming over one another and it became impossible to single one out. Everything was fake in that moment, my memories, my feelings, my family, my friends, it was all a hoax that I was stuck in, that I had to be released from. Feeling deceived and unhinged, I remained inert and supine in bed. I covered my face, which was daubed with my tears, and listened to my thoughts all telling me the same thing. I sat up and began to wobble towards the stairs. I heard my sister call out, “I’m leaving Emma!”, and my anxiety intensified. Everything blurred into a combination of panic and tears as my sister tried to calm me down. It took hours to bring me back to

I remember him saying ‘Racquet back, turn sideways, step in when you hit the ball’ my dad said, I remembered those three fundamentals forever. Hi there, I'm Christine Marie Evert, most people know me as Chris Evert. When I was a child my 4 siblings helped me become who I am today and that's why I'm such a world wide known professional tennis player. But most of all it was my two parents, Jimmy and Colette, that made me who I am today. My parents also taught me how to raise kids of my own, which I had 3 children in fact. You're probably wondering how old I am, well right now I'm 63. I always loved Christmas and my birthday because I got a lot of presents because they were so close to each other as a matter of fact 13 days apart. I started

A giant navy blue blanket pulls over the sky with shimmering stars sew on as buttons. The boundless sky above held varying hues of vermilion rays striking through the soot covered cotton balls. The rays provided a weird warmth and reassurance that they would come back again. However, with much of the warmth and reassurance, tears ultimately still rolled down my face much like the rain droplets run down the glass panes. The swing moves back and forth to the pace of the tip of my feet, kicking off the bare black mat floor. With each additional creak of the moving swing, the accumulation of tears and snot intensified. A tingling sensation finds itself in my bright ruby nose from the jarring wind.

It was a dismal, January day when Jackson Edge first arrived at Lanceton secondary. Right away, everyone knew he was out to start trouble. However, no one knew what his first move was going to be. He always had a look, a look of hatred, that he carried with him wherever he went. He could’ve been upset by the fact that he was at a new school with no friends halfway through the school year. Or, he could’ve been upset for whatever other reason. However, we did know one thing; Jackson Edge was going to grow and make a name for himself at our school, and he will soon go from the depths of the high school food chain, all the way to the top.

Everything was so new and yet so familiar. Places I have seen and places I have not. A new and funny feeling swam through my body unsure what to think about this feeling. Never felt it before, and I somehow knew it wouldn’t be that last.

Peter Singer is the Ira W. DeCamp Professor at Princeton University and the University of Melbourne that studies Bioethics, Philosophy and Public Ethnics. This essay “Visible Man: Ethnics in a World without Secrets” focuses on transparency and personal privacy. One can see after reading this essay, Singer is in favor of openness, but he also notes that the government misuses these technologies. Privacy is defined “as the claim of individuals, groups to determine when, how and to what extent information about them is communicated to others”. Goldman explains surveillance as “a close observation of someone to catch them in wrongdoing” (326). Sousveillance is “recording of an activity from the perspective of everyday lifestyle” (“Sousveillance”). Before 9/11 the government respected individual privacy and acted accordingly by not spying on its citizens to the extent that it does so now. This makes one wonder; do American citizens really have a right to privacy? The answer to this is no. Because events like 9/11 have happened, the government now has the right to invade its citizen’s privacy by, preventing prejudices between authorities and citizens, installing security cameras and reading our social media accounts .

I think i found my destination. Sheer magnitude of energy arose from my body. I felt unreal. Seriously. Have you ever stop and question your existence. Who am i and why am i here? Detachment and utter numbness of “reality”. This anomalous out-of-body experience rush must means this is the end me? “ Mike i have to go to the hospital i think i'm dying.” I said panicking at my inner experience. I was an onlooker of this universe - at least it seemed. “ Brenda please relax, youre not dying. and stop crying!” he said as he walked me to his car. “ come on, I am going to take you to my house.” . From this moment i knew this isn't what i wanted to

A time in my life when I faced disappointment was when my dance team didn’t place at our first competition of the year. We had gone to the competition in Sauk Rapids. I’m only on our kick team, not jazz. Our team meets usually about once a week to practice our routine and dance skills. We start in September and go to the end of May. The first half of the year we learn a routine to perform at our competitions throughout the season. Our song for this year is “Something in the Water,” by Carrie Underwood.

The storyline is cute, but the writing needs work-a lot of work. Some of the sentences just did not make sense, punctuation was missing, grammar was lacking and simple misspellings made reading this book cringe worthy.

Meghan, your goddess appearance hypnotized and paralyzed me. The sound of your honey-like voice can break the spell, but also compels me to do your bidding. A long gaze into those hazel-green eyes reveals the future and our past lives together. Your body's like silk. It's soft and smooth when you touch me. Whether you are holding me or when I'm nestling on your lap or breast, I feel secure, loved, also like I'm your baby. When we cuddle in your bed or elsewhere, I feel like a man protecting my woman. With you in my arms and right hand caressing your belly, as if our child in there. No matter if your hair is in a ponytail, bun, brushed, braided, wild/in a mess, if you are [literally] having a bad hair day, or do not feel sexy, you'll always

It was an early morning. I was taking my normal routine to go to the store. I woke up, got dressed, made myself some breakfast, and headed out. It was a cold morning in Cleveland, but I should’ve expected it, it was December. Ignoring the cold and bitter air, I walked to the bus stop.

(1.) The author of the novel is Phillip Thomas Duck and the novel is called Dirty Jersey. (2.) The physical setting is at school, (3.) in the early 2000’s. (4.) The author manipulate the time to advance the storyline by what was going on at that time. (5.) The tone of the story is dramatic. (6.) The theme of the story is “Be yourself.”

I felt overwhelmed with so many emotions, my heart was beating with every beat of the music. Smoke started to cover the stage and four boys emerged from the fog. I sound crazy saying this, but I do not think I have ever been more overwhelmed in my life. Screams, crying, and singing are all echoing around me as if I am completely still while everything is quickly moving around me. I could taste the cigarette smoke in my mouth from the woman behind me. The concert was filled with so much laughter, singing, and crying. I even made friends with a girl beside me with a green bandana, long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. As the lights faded, the boys left the stage and the stadium became quiet, however all at once, again everyone was talking and crying as they left the packed stadium into the chilly night.

As mentioned last week, even though Mike Campbell recently turned 90, the long-time New Victoria resident still laces up the blades three times weekly to play gentleman’s league hockey. Campbell, by the way, walks regularly, shovels snow and during the summer, cuts a heck of a lot of grass. To be sure, resting on a hammock with a book in hand and a cool drink by his side “ain’t” for him.