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.

To tackle the housing affordability, first of all, it is crucial to lift the supply of housing as it will release the pressure on the housing price. Nevertheless, the supply of housing is inelastic as it requires an adequate fund, time, approval from the Government. Besides, the housing system is heavily dependent on the private sector. Thus, the Government should provide initiatives for housing providers to shift the supply of houses in the market. Australia would follow the policies from other countries to tackle the housing affordability. However, it has to fit in the Australian context. These policies might work well in other places but it does not mean that it will be applicable in Australia. The Singapore Government has a public

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 ___________________.

Compare and Contrast of “African National Identities Can’t be Built on Soccer Fever” and “Na Na Na Na, Hey Hey, Goodbye”

Bonnie Green, Chief Estimator, agreed that in a normal year only slight delays might develop due to a shortage of labor. However, she pointed out that for such a large project, the company would have to use unionized employees and that the construction industry labor agreements with New York City were to expire on October 30, 2004. Past experience and current construction activity in the surrounding area indicated that any union tradesman would support a strike against the city. Since this is a public project, she estimates that there is a 50% chance that they would strike this project to gain the attention of the national media.

“Wow.” Danny says with a troubled look. “What's wrong dad?” Becca asks. “Nothing, sweetie. Just brings back some memories.” Danny says with a frown. Danny and the kids walk to the elevator. “What floor is our room on dad?”, asks Mark. Danny opens the card with the room information and stares at it blankly. “Umm… floor 2, room 237.”, Danny says scarcely. Mark clicks the floor number 2 and looks up at his dad nervously. The elevator moved up to floor 2 slowly and made a ding noise when it got to floor 2. Danny, Mark, Louise, and Becca all walked quietly to the room with their luggage. When they get to room number 237 Danny takes out his key very slowly and nervously. When he opened the door it was nothing but a beautiful suite room. “Wow! We got a suite?!” Mark said in excitement. Danny let out a little sigh in relief, “Yeah, I guess we did. I had no idea.” The twins sprinted into the room and immediately started jumping on the 2 king sized beds. Becca helped her dad push the trolley in with the luggage. Becca looks up at her dad, “Hey dad, when are they giving you that money?” “Umm.. I’m not really sure, hun”, Danny replies. There was loud knock at the door that startled Danny. “Hey guys, let me in.” It was Susan’s voice and Danny relaxed. Becca opened the door to see her mom holding a card. “What’s that mom?” Becca asks. Its our invite to tonight's dinner at the restaurant from the hotel’s manager himself. “What does it say”, asks Danny. Susan opens the card, “Welcome, Torrance family! We are happy you will be staying in one of our finest sweets tonight on us. You are also invited to our famous dining and entertainment restaurant, where you’ll will be served a 3-course meal. Just show the waiter this card, so they will know it’s all on us. Then after your complimentary dinner and show come find me for your check. We hope you enjoy your stay tonight at the Timberline Lodge! Thanks, Manager

I was born in Manhattan, before there were efforts to introduce New Yorkers to “green spaces” and “street trees.” Concrete and steel held me in their grasp; I could have walked multiple blocks without seeing the color green beyond an occasional glimpse of dead grass and limp shrubbery from a “secret garden.” There was comfort in the noise of traffic, the rumble of the subway, and the clamorous conversations.

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

    “Well, then,” the Professor began, “Before you pack your bags and get the hell off of my property let me tell you a couple of things, first…..” but the Professor's voice began to trail off as he listened to some bassy notes emanating from the house. “What is that?”

Paint powerfully swiped across a winter white canvas, leaving the pure canvas to be tainted. The calming fragrance of paint, strong as it may be, attacked my nostrils. The dust of the attic made my mouth cotton dry, and left me tasting the scratchy musty smell. Small segments the sunlight peaks through the sole window. Black paint dripped down running off the canvas onto the easel.Each black drop, full of my own passion, and emotion. No noise littered the room except my loud thoughts screaming, and the shift of a paint brush against the rough surface of the canvas. My thoughts carried me away from the reality of painting.

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

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

“Scientific evidence for warming of the climate system is unequivocal” - Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (NASA).