Dialogue Paper : A Dialogue

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Everything about this case has my head just as muddled as the facts, or perhaps the “so-called” facts. Where do we decide that the blurred line of coincidence between the lie and the truth has been crossed? And which side does the case rest? Did the community, the family, the jury, the judge, and Hae Min Lee get justice? Or lock up an innocent man? I have always been the on-the-fence type of person, choosing sides is a game I normally don’t take part in, but this case has me wishing I could just choose a side. That it could be as simple as proven guilty (or innocent) beyond reasonable doubt. There seems to be no such thing as reasonable doubt in this case, the facts are muddled, and some things just don’t seem to add up on both sides of the matter.

Steve stared down at the letter from Bucky with a mixture of humor and loneliness. He had only been gone two weeks for training and already he had written Steve. It must have been the first thing he did after he got settled in. That really wasn’t all that unusual, it was as much to make sure Steve didn’t run off and do something stupid as it was to keep in touch with his best friend. They were supposed to be there together, training together, fighting together, just as they always had. However, the government didn’t seem to think that Steve was fit to fight for his country. Steve disagreed.

The other band finished their song. The audience clapped, and hooted, and called out embarrassing pet names for their kids. We walked on stage and sat in our designated seats. The stage lights beating down on us were hot and I needed to squint to see. The audience was a collection of tiny dark specks I was looking out at past Brown’s wide yellow clad torso. Zoe had pulled the music stand in front of us into position, flipping through the pages in the folder and finding the song and the solo page. She handed the latter to me. I grabbed it hard, crinkling the side. And Brown began counting the tempo. Brendan stood and went over to the music stand. I would follow after twenty measures. We lifted our instruments into playing position, and I bit down hard into my mouthpiece. Brown was snapping his fingers softly and began to mouth the tempo. I let my foot fall into the rhythm of the

The rain poured heavily and the guys and I were trembling with fright. As I sat down in the tanks, listening to the harsh noises being produced by the enemies. Mud floors, foggy conditions and the horrid smell filled the place. How can I possibly avoid all of these? The commander and the rest of the ground forces were still behind, getting ready for war.

Sequestered behind the dark wood of my office desk, I feel an elevated sense of purpose as my fingers strike the keys before me! I’m currently penning my thoughts for a speaking engagement slated for the latter part of next week, and it’s in these moments that I feel an unyielding surge of adrenaline that will no doubt keep me awake throughout this night! As a nocturnal creature by nature, I suppose the darkened skies of nightfall have always beckoned me to fill blank pages with my thoughts! Oh, well! Despite the sleepless hours that lie ahead of me, I do want to take a moment to wish you all evening of peaceful slumber and dreams that transport you to beautiful, unexplored territory! Sending much love!

Raise your hand if you agree, two towers fell on 9/11. Now, raise your hand if you believe three towers fell on 9/11. Those of you who are raising your hands now are more informed than the average American. On 9/11, in the late afternoon, a third building, just blocks away from the twin towers, fell. The building was called WTC 7, or building 7. (PHOTO 1) Why do many Americans not know about Building 7? The Building’s collapse was not mentioned in the 9/11 Commission Report. Also, it took nearly seven years for the federal government to conduct an investigation on the collapse of the building. So why is the collapse of this Building hidden in secrecy? It was due to the fact that it had no evident reason for why it fell.

“I’ll listen to that, but I like the lyrics,” Dalessandro said. “That’s why I don’t like pop music and boy bands.”

     The band had a special meeting planned after we played the music for our church’s Thanksgiving Supper. We showed up to the church on a cold Saturday morning, making our way to the auditorium. We began to discuss the

Cisco gasped like a drowning man as he was violently sent back to reality. 8:23 pm, that was the time he saw on the cellphone. It couldn’t be that late just yet. If he was right, he still had time. He couldn’t find Barry right now, but he now knew where the man was going to be, or at least he had part of the answer. And who was that woman? Her voice was very familiar, very familiar, and yet he was sure it wasn’t someone working with him on a daily basis. It sadly meant the speedster wasn’t going to call Caitlin for help, despite his condition. Who else?

The magpie raised her head and smiled wryly, holding in her beak a pair of small shoes.

” What do you think he is doing?”said Bob “I don’t know”.squealed Billy Do you see that green thing? Explained Bob I don’t know.cried Billy Do you think we will fall out the window? I don’t know.

I’ve seen you here perhaps a thousand times before. And sometimes you’re the only one here. I always wonder why. I wonder so because (and this sounds bad) you don’t seem like the type to waste the day away at the public library.

One thing that stood out to be the most was her usage of anecdotes. For instance, she referred to situation when a teacher she knew had to remove plastic guns from her son’s donation of toys. While it was a short story, it made me engage even more because as a boy, I used to play with toys of that sort. Also, she highlights three main points as to why she believes boys are turned off by school. By doing so, she is appealing the ethos suggesting she has some sort of credibility being able to establish three sophisticated points. I could adopt this delivery tactic in order to gain the audience’s

     Tony finished getting ready, and then we left for the high school. The parking lot was filled with all the other seniors’ cars. Tony and I walked into the library ten minutes late like usual, and the principal had already started giving instructions. I found my place in line and then was all ears. I couldn’t help but look around at all the others. Smiles were plastered on their faces as if they had heard a hilarious joke. Once the principal concluded his speech, the whole senior class paraded down the hallway to the commons in two uniform lines stopping just outside the gymnasium doors. We could hear the band warming up and playing songs. All the people that were standing around me were bubbling