Brantford Wentworth-MacDougal, a professor at a prestigious Massachusetts research university, was peeled off the floor of a nearby drinking establishment Wednesday night. This has been confirmed by Officer J.R. Fruitbat of the North Haverbrook Police Department. The Ward S. Kaltenbrunner Professor of Fine Art, Media, and Culture at Alberts-Kettering University was loitering at the Vast Tracts Inn on Nov. 4 of this year, partaking in what he describes as “an eventful evening filled with spirited Bacchanalia.” According to Candice Whetstone, registered nurse, the professor sustained a series of several grievous wounds. This combination of injuries left him bound to a wheelchair. He was dealt two broken legs, five broken ribs, two black eyes, …show more content…
They had already engaged in a series of grumbles and passive-aggressive sideways glances. “When the professor asked the Colonel for his Myers-Briggs personality type, there was no turning back,” said Murph Lovett, a local barfly. “Academic condescension is something the Colonel just can’t stand.” Wentworth-MacDougal, who refers to himself as “a proud INTP,” defended his line of questioning as “a perfectly reasonable counterweight to the typical clichés of bar-room banter.” When the fight began at 11:38 p.m., each of the two combatants were noticeably intoxicated. In a two-hour span, Col. Steak was up to nine and a half beers, and the professor had imbibed six double Scotch whiskies. “The evening’s ethanol intake seemed appropriate enough,” Wentworth-MacDougal said. “I was donning my special ‘make-it-a-double’ blazer that night. It’s a resplendent green corduroy, complete with elbow patches and all the trimmings.” Col. Steak, among other bar patrons, found the professor’s unique garment …show more content…
That jacket looked like it was stolen from the Salvation Army bin, and it smelled like it, too,” Steak said. “The icing on the cake came when the artsy little hipster weasel asked me something about a Michael Myers personality test. That’s when I knew I had to open up a can of whoop-[expletive].” The altercation can hardly be referred to as a “fight,” per se, because the word implies that two people are participating. This incident was largely one-sided. The squabble began with the Colonel hitting Wentworth-MacDougal directly in the throat with a solid right cross. From there, it only got worse. Steak broke both of the professor’s legs with a high-heeled shoe and a two-by-four he found in a nearby gully. There was still more pugilism to follow – Col. Steak’s final statement of the evening was a series of vicious rabbit-punches to Wentworth-MacDougal’s face and head. In the entire three minutes, the professor had only attempted a hilariously effeminate backhand, which didn't connect with anything but a barstool. According to Mr. Lovett, the professor had attempted to resolve the conflict with humor. However, it was only escalated when he began yelping a series of elaborate, pretentious insults at Col.
whom they were hitting or why, just that they had to fight. This was true in the
The new president of Weston University, Dr. Diana Ball, took over in late 1995, succeeding Dr. Harold Powers. Dr. Powers led the prestigious private university for fifteen years from a human resource frame to tailor the organization to individuals (Bolman & Deal, 2013, p. 16). Moreover, during Dr. Power's tenure, the reputation of once-leading private university in the Midwest diminished. Dr. Power's reputation as a scholar gained him the presidency; however, his leadership abilities fell short in dealing with the faculty. Weston's board outlined the skills needed, which included both academic standing and business acumen, for their new president to restore Weston University's reputation and lead the
Prior to the discourse, the student had talked about it with some instructors, and educators let him understand they idea it turned into now not right. The student was suspended for three days for having damaged the college's complicated conduct precept, which precluded conduct that generously meddled with the instructive procedure, which include the usage of revolting, profane dialect or motions. United States Supreme Court held that the school board acted professionally inside its reasonable electricity in rebuffing Fraser for his obnoxiously lascivious and revolting discourse. This changed into now not a situation where Fraser become encouraged for speaking a political attitude as inside the thinker the sexual allusion changed into accidental to the advantages of the competitor who was being decided on. Its
The movie I chose was Sling blade. I chose this movie partly because of the story line, and partly because of the langauge. It's a story about a guy named Karl Childers (the main character), a mentally challanged fellow who has been in a mental institution since he was a child of 12 years old for the murder of his mother and her lover. This movie starts at the mental institution where Karl has lived for the past 20 years.
“January of last year I went through a moment in time when I didn’t talk to anyone, I cut everyone out of my life. I would go to class and go to Natura,” Foreman
He made everyone get together on one side of the classroom and then told his professor to leave the room and gather members of the press and congress representatives. He told the class that if everyone followed his directions, that he would not hurt anyone.
“How come y’all ain’t scared of us like you were Dally?” Johnny said. He had that scared look in his eyes, that told me he’d been badly hurt, but I could only tell because I had that same look for weeks after my mother died. I sighed, “You two are too sweet to scare anyone. First of all, you didn’t join in Dallas’s dirty talk, and you made him leave us alone. And when we asked you to sit up here with us, you didn't act like it was an invitation to make out for the night. Besides that, I’ve heard about Dallas Winston, and he looked as hard as nails and twice as tough. And you two don’t look mean.”
An analysis of bothersome mysteries that were left behind in the short story “A Fever in the Blood”: it being the untold reasons of why the Marchetta’s both attack Mr. Strang biting both of his ears off, his lack of customers, and his imperative loss of hearing. The strange blood curdling event when Johnny Marchetta latched his jaws onto Mr. Strang’s right ear in the alleyway for no apparent reason. He seemed to be like a rabid dog gone crazy for the thirst to bite a human, immobilizing him to finish him off. The thoughts that could be going through Mr. Strang’s could be endless; he did not know the man or the reason of led him to attack his ear.
Curley ( boss son ), came stomping in the room, with Slim chasing after him, complaining about someone being with her girlfriend, and everyone stood there with a straight face trying to not cause a problem over whatever he said, knowing that he thought he was bossy and all that. But Lennie was still daydreaming about himself petting rabbits. And of course, Curley thinking he was laughing at him, threw a punch and kept at it. Lennie just stayed there not knowing what to do, bleeding and harmless as a fly, which is really realistic cause he doesn’t mean harm to anyone, still did nothing until George demanded him to fight back, and he did, throwing a punch right at him leaving him knocked out, but Lennie was in shock and was squeezing his hand till he broke it. At the end of that, Curley didn’t tell anyone cause they threaten to tell his girlfriend all about it.
I don't know what came over the lunatic next. He tried to clock me, but ended up brushing against my head. He couldn't even throw a proper punch. I acted quickly before he could recover and had the ninny on the floor in a few seconds. "What the hell's the matter with you?" I said. He was almost crying now, Holden Caulfield, and yelled at me to get off of him. Fat chance. He was going crazy; I wasn't about to get off of him anytime soon. Then he started to call me a sonuvabitch and a moron and spat out a bunch of other crazy things only he would care about. I was irritated as hell now, and seeing red. "Shut up, now Holden." I demanded in an angry voice. Not that it did much good.
Curley was balanced and poised. He slashed at Lennie with his left, and then smashed down his nose with a right. Lennie gave a cry of terror. Blood welled from his nose. "
"Ms. Addison so a kid in this grade came to me about you"- cutting him off I said "the issue is none of the kids business" mumbling under my breathe "snitch probably just wanted to be noticed by me". "Show me your wrists" he demanded sternly, "no" I said in a rather dour manner. "Would you rather your grandma do it" he asked knowing my grandma was the most important person in my life at the moment. Shoving my wrists out at him he said "They look like you've been pelted by something" referencing to the marks from Marcus trying to bore a holes into them two days earlier. "Ok your free to go" he said releasing me from his
Dr. Gosby’s Comments: This student did an excellent job of applying the ideas we discussed in class relating to the obedience to authority
All heads turned, and some in the crowd snickered. The figure pounded his fist on the table, and goblets flew in all directions. "Shut up, you pathetic, saw-jawed hagfish. If I had wanted your opinion I would have asked for
When it comes to fighting there is a troubling conflict between the two or more people involved. The reason why most people fight is mostly because you either have lots of power but not enough respect, you don’t get enough sleep, you’re rational to a fault, too self involved, you’re not kind to yourself, or not authentic. Once a