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“I got up and pretended to study the pictures on the walls like I was a lover of religious art. When I got to the Merciful Mother right above Sinita’s head, I reached in my pocket and pulled out the bottom I’d found on the train. It was sparkly like a diamond and had a little hole in back so you could thread a ribbon through it and wear it like a romantic lady’s choker necklace. It wasn’t something I’d do, but I could see the button would make a good trade with someone inclined in that direction.

Throughout photographic history, the threshold that many artists had to overcome was conveying the meaning of their photographs to the public if any at all, and the orientation of the subjects in their photography. The intent of portrait photography is to display the likeness, personality, and even the mood of the subject. Nineteenth century photo historian Alan Trachtenberg notes, “Aspiring professionals wrestled with the problem: how to arrange their sitters and manipulate the often fickle medium to produce not just a picture but a pleasing one--not just a likeness but a portrait”(Trachtenberg, 24). Through these words of Trachtenberg, we can deduce that the main problem was how photographers manipulate their subjects in a way that would

Transfer students don’t become academics. I sat in the middle of the Honor’s Scholarship Ceremony and listened as a colleague of mine presented his research on transfer students in the university system. He demonstrated that academia tends to believe that transfers are not able to conduct original research. The situation felt particularly ironic. Afterall, I was a community college transfer who was being awarded a $5,000 research scholarship that very night. I had been attending UCLA for eight months but I still remembered how desperate I initially felt when I arrived. During my first two weeks, I went to the history writing center and asked a graduate student to review my research proposal and was promptly told “You aren’t going to be

Pete crosses toward another table. He strings a needle, becomes frustrated, and throws it to the floor. James chuckles.

Peter turns around and mutters to Karen to deactivate the interrogation mode and I look back at Davis, a serious look on my face. If I have to play a serious part in this, I was gonna do it good. I took three theater classes and passed them all with a C+, come get me Harvard.

It had been 30 years since Antarctica had melted and society in the mainland was beginning to break down. Buildings lay dry and burned down, except for some places which got tropical storms almost daily. Minnesota had been washed out, all the rivers flooding. The buildings lay abandoned, sinking into the swampy marsh that the state had become, along with Michigan, Wisconsin, and Iowa. All this had been the result of the Great Lakes spilling over into the land because of rainfall. Living here was not possible. It was where you were sent to prison from the Ocean Districts. The prisoners never came back after they were sent to the Midwestern Marshes. Along the mainland, about 200 miles out in the ocean at the most, there were tremendous

The three women are in a café lit with plenty of sunlight on the outskirts of Nagasaki. Behind the café, a still pond under a small stone bridge can be seen. This bit of blue is at the foot of a mountain. Madame Chrysantheme (MC) is sitting upright on a mat with a forlorn face, staring straight ahead. Yuki (Y), sitting on a mat to the left of MC, has a smile on her face and stares up with bright eyes to Madame Butterfly (MB).

The smell of thickening, chalk smoke weaved it's way into the damaged lungs of the soldiers. Never-ending sense of nausea spiraled, slowly suffocating you. The smoke was a killer on the loose. Rotting corpse lie frozen in time, unaware of the standpoint. A pungent smell mixed with a drop of sickening sweetness compressed waiting for your last breath. Dead rats, squelching mud and the overall sense of darkness, combined forces and created a poisonous, overpowered hurricane of death-eaters. Inescapable stench of deep, rusted iron coiled in the form of khaki, overcast, flying phantoms. The whiff of grounded moss and oxidized metal chased us soaking up into our uniforms, weighing us down. Moss, blood, smoke, death, rain, all waiting for the

All of the men ran towards the cross section in the middle. They hammered at each other, knocking their opponents off the elevated walkway to let the cats finish them off. As bodies began to fall into the pit of starving beasts with teeth as large as spear tips, the cats mauled the invaders that dropped from above and lunged up at those that were still sure-footed on the platform, clawing at their feet. In the pit, one competitor managed to delay his death by striking one of the cats with a javelin before the other mauled him to death.

Somethings in life, we find very sad. Although most of us wouldn't be alive without them. This exact feeling affected me in June of 2017, we were away from home experiencing a whole other feeling a whole other feeling, a whole other world.

That first morning, I blinked into the bright, south-of-the-ecuador sun after clambering out of the overloaded van. We had finally arrived at the ‘church site,’ although I wasn’t sure one could even use that term to describe what I saw in front of me. A large, metal roof was suspended by four metal rods over a concrete floor. The walls were made of plastic tarps strung up with twine and the ‘exclusive’ seating for the church’s guests was a collection of red plastic chairs with broken backs. The rest of the site was previously used as a dumping ground for the entire town and was littered with garbage, broken tile, and mounds of unspread mulch. The sight almost took my breath away (although maybe this was partly due to the hundred degree

It was the year 2666 and there was a kid named Jack and he was with his family one day and he wanted to go play with his friends so he called them.

“Yes mom! I will eat my food, stop worrying. If you really were concerned than you and dad wouldn’t have left me to go an ‘important’ business meeting.” Aliya argued while tightly embracing a pillow. “I mean what was the point of even going, you guys are probably not even going to make it to the hotel. Have you seen the weather? This storm is so bad that I can even see the trees being dragged around by the wind. Okay fine, just come back soon. Bye mom, love you!” And with that loneliness consumes Aliya as she was left alone in her ginormous house. Unpleasant thoughts flood her mind as she makes her way towards her television, hoping for a channel to distract her mind. As the screen of her TV lights up, she is instantly bombarded with an

In the last 20 years, a significant amount of research on franchising has been conducted in various disciplines, including economics, law, management, marketing, and management science. A major goal of this article is to provide a comprehensive overview of the existing literature. A second goal of this article is to enumerate steps that can be taken to improve both the rigor and relevance of franchising research. Since this represents an initial overview of a very broad research field, we have not attempted to develop a tightly focused research agenda on any one topic. Instead we present several relatively general, widely applicable suggestions that can significantly improve future research. We first split existing research into three

The following morning at school individuals are as yet humming about the puzzle young lady with Joey while Mary tunes in. At that point as the declarations gone ahead Joey is then on the declarations. He guarantees the previous evening was one of the greatest evenings of his life and that he needs to discover the secret young lady. He at that point expresses that on the off chance that you are the puzzle young lady disclose to me the main four most played melodies on the zune. Mary is in stun. At lunch young ladies are holding up in line yet none of them are the one clearly and Joey begins to get demoralized. Mary and Tami are on the stairs viewing and Tami tries to persuade Mary to reveal to Joey its her. Mary at that point states about