Essay

“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.

1. Understand how legislation, frameworks, codes of practice and policies relate to positive behaviour support.

The party in government is made up of ___________ and has direct impact on governmental policy; it is largely independent of ___________________.

Writing has many tools and devices that can be used to influence the purpose and meaning of the a piece of work. In the two pieces of work, "Private License Plate Scanners Amassing Vast Databases Open to Highest Bidders-which is written in a way that it is anti-license plate tracking- and "Who Has the Right to Track You?'-which is written to be for license plate tracking- many different tools and devices are used by the authors. These pieces of work describe the benefits and drawbacks of collecting data and tracking fellow citizens, but use different forms of pathos, ethos, and logos to portray what they are trying to say. Also, both articles state how many are opposed to this tracking, arguing that it is against the First Amendment,

When we arrived at Miss McBride’s an hour later, the coffee was brewing and places were set for us at the table with her fine bone china, the antique silver from a chest in the dining room, and linen napkins the color of snow.

“In the kitchen, he stirred the coals in the old Home Comfort wood range. The coffee in the black percolator on the side of the range was still hot. He had made it by lamplight before going out. He poured a mug of the strong brew and sipped it as he took a heavy cast iron skillet from a hook on the wall and placed it on the range top. He set the coffee down and dropped a tablespoon full of soft butter into the warming skillet and broke two eggs into it, lightly salted them and sipped his coffee until they began to whiten around the edge.”

“Attention, soldiers of the Continental army, the patriots of our colonies!” George Washington shouted, drawing attention to himself as he stood. The whispers along with mumbles stopped, every person bringing their attention to the general as he stood from top to bottom as well as proud. “I will explain quickly what the plan of action is before I separate you. One through five-thousand, you will be going with Lafayette, blocking their escape from Yorktown, waiting in the Chesapeake Bay! Alexander, I believe you had something to say to our people of the colonies?”

According to Henderson, “Historians of the new imperialism have tended to ignore the parallel histories of empire in nineteenth-century British North America”. He argues that in recent years, an increasing number of corresponding and connective histories have had the desire to locate early Canada as one site of an empire among others. He stresses how republicanism and a responsible government rely almost exclusively on published archival materials that have been used for a very long period (at least in Canada) by those who are interested in the history of the struggle for a responsible government.

About ten thirty that morning, she sent a servant to ask that I join her for brunch. It was just across the street so when the time came, Benét helped me dress and then I walked over. A handsome male servant ushered me in. It was my first visit to the townhouse since my marriage to Louis. I blushed, wondering if he was one of

After Lionel finished his half-tankard of ale—he’s purposely short-poured from the pitcher—he paid for his men’s drinks, despite their protests. He wished Ulrich and Perceval a good rest of their day, then headed straight out of the tavern and up the castle path. He wanted to visit the kitchens and ensure the maids would have everything ready for his supper with Alis tonight.

When Meursault was asked by the caretaker if he wanted coffee, he said: “yes I would like a cup of coffee”. After he was drinking the coffee, he said he felt like a smoke, but he didn’t know if he wanted

“To Whom It May Concern: My name is Katherine Lincoln. I am writing this letter just in case I have an unexplainable accident. Recently, I learned my daughter, Marlene was having an extramarital affair, and I talked to her about giving it up, she refused and became infuriated.” Marlene stopped reading, handing the letter to Richard, she sat down at the table and sobbed. “I can’t do that. Please, don’t make me do it?” She wept openly sitting down she placed her head on the defendant’s table.

JUSTINE (eyes on clip board) How do you plan on paying these guys? Chad stares blank, looks towards the men. CHAD (to the men) Hey guys? The two men look up. CHAD (cont’d) A slab of beer for payment good with you? The delivery men stare at each other, gobsmacked. MAN #1 (to Chad) Are you kidding, mate? You want us to unload all this bloody furniture in the stinking heat for a slab of beer? Are you for real? CHAD Two slabs? The men look at each other then back to Chad. TWO MEN Done! The men get back to work. She glares at Chad. JUSTINE You’re unbelievable. CHAD (tries to be sexy) So you remember, huh? Chad gives her a sexy look. She ignores him and walks off. Kate now changed, joins him. She checks out the things in the back of the truck.

“Alright, alright, no need to fret. I’m on my way,” Jacob said, whilst wiping away as his freshly washed face. He tossed his towel over his shoulder and shook his head, walking towards the kitchen. “You know, you never caused such a ruckus with Elaine,” he said as he soothed the coffee pots arm with his now cool towel. He carefully removed it from the stove over to the wooden cutting board beside the sink. “Easy, easy. I just need a container to drink from. Mind if I use yours darling?” Jacob asked rummaging through the cabinets above the sink, until he saw it: a white mug. He reached towards the back of the cabinet, standing on his tiptoes. Grabbing at its chipped handle, he brought down the mug. He looked at it cupped in his hands, admiring the chipped décor of flowers on the front and glancing inside to see the stains of coffee left behind by the surplus uses.

It was a mundane, depressing day in El Segundo, California. After finishing my day in El Camino College, I returned back home in my 2006 Honda Civic to my mother, who as usual scolded me for not mending to a natural disaster of my room. I simply shrugged, and got on my computer to relax on my computer. I was browsing my favorite website 4chan, when an anonymous user posted a very fishy link to a japanese website called ,¨ https://sites.google.com/uisd.net/pinkunosakekaruto ”.  Since I am a person whose curiosity would kill him eventually, I clicked on the link. It lead me to a Japanese site with a picture of a cut salmon on the very top. I was very confused, so I kept scrolling down to the bottom, where I found a translation for a block of