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 ___________________.

Some people may ask me why I am writing this now. Why I didn't tell everyone before. Well, I finally have an answer. I used to tell myself that nobody would believe me if I told my story, but the truth is... I wasn't ready to tell it. It's been 68 years and I'm still not ready. I can never forget what happened during the summer of 1943, and although I might try, a part of me doesn't want to let go... Not yet. I don't think I'll ever be ready to tell my tale, but this is a tale that needs to be told. My time is slowly coming to an end and I don't have much longer...so... here

Sally Dingo the author of Ernie Dingo the King of the Kids, positions us as we read through the book for us to feel almost we had known him all through his life, and that we are like mates toward him. we may feel sympathy for one of their beloved family member dies or admiration for Ernie’s sporting talents in basketball, he was usually called ‘show pony’.

When where 20 miles out from the docks and this was urgent so we had the lifeboat unstrapped and set over the rail then out of nowhere the rope snapped and the boat went tumbling off the boat, we were doomed. At least an hour later the boat started to sink more and more people started to freak out that they would not make it back to the docks and the boat jerked down and three people hit their heads on the sails so we stopped the boat the attempt to fix the boat. Meanwhile multiple crew mates were planning to overthrow the captian. When the captian found out of the over throwing he had the men execuated on the deck of the ship and pushed into the water, sharks soon got them if they did not die. Two larger boats where araving on our loaction to save us all and as we halped they stop to allowed us to join them untill they make it to their first location, and soon we were safe on land

“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?”

I’m trying to help find Jillian as well. I just need to talk to a friend again.

Officers began waking up the passengers, something wasn’t right, “Wake up!!, the captain wants you above the deck, this isn’t a drill!!” yelled an officer. The crew began giving us life jackets, I rushed outside to see what happen. They were uncovering the lifeboats, everything was in a chaotic distress, I couldn’t find my aunt, I had to find her. A man put me in a lifeboat, struggling to get out, I ran as fast as I could back on the ship, the front was underwater, smoke stacks started to fall. Titanic started to rise I ran to the back, I looked lost confused, I grabbed on to the wet rusty railing, men shouted women and children first. You could hear the despite cries of the dead and the dying, the breaking bodied of falling people, the glooming rockets used to find us. By the time a ship came to us, titanic won’t be the new gleaming, ship of dreams, but the old rust wreck of nightmares. People climbed till the couldn’t , the ship steeply rose then broke in two a small fires claimed the wreck. She was gone, we were alone, a boat didn’t come for me till an hour, and a rescue ship didn’t come till 2 hours. I looked back every day why I survived, no one recognized me, I never found my aunt.

It was a crisp and clear winter morning and down at the training field was platoon #155 working on battle positions and communication. This is where our character is starting out their career as a soldier and is working to fight on the front lines. They were doing their job right in a way but no one else was doing it like that. So to everyone else they looked quite stupid and were given looks like they were a headless bird running around. It's like they think that people don’t notice. Most people would think all of the platoon was like this because it was a recruit training group and wasn’t a very great one either. Though something felt different, even though it looked weird it worked better than what was in the books. Based on the

While reading the story "Everyday Use" by Alice Walker, I found that I had a surprising amount of anger towards the character named Dee, or as she prefers Wangero. The anger that was instilled in me was caused by numerous comments and actions that occurred throughout reading the short story. I feel she was selfish, uneducated and unappreciative of her past and that the way she carried herself was ridiculous. Right from the beginning of my readings you are introduced to a character named Dee, before you ever get the opportunity to warm up to her character, she shows a very selfish characteristic and that trait is repeatedly brought out in the

I thought the end of the war would be exciting, but I was wrong. In school they told us that the war was over and I was very nervous and anxious. During school that day I could barely focus on any of the subjects my teacher was talking about, especially social studies since all we were talking about was the war. I had been waiting for a very long time to see if my father had survived the war and today was the day that all of the troops would be coming home. My mother had been working long and hard at a shoe factory that my father worked at before the war. Everyday I would go home and no one would be there since I was an only child and my only company was my pet goldfish, Sir Bubbles the first. I wouldn’t see my mother until about 8 p.m. every night and she would always leave very early in the morning before I even woke up.

Someone walked up to me and told me and told me multiple water compartments are full of water, so we will sink sooner. I could barely hear the rest of our conversation because of the frightened passengers of the ship, adults were yelling and children were crying. People were trying to bring out the boats to secure them for us to get in, but only a few could

During the Cold War, the United States increasingly felt the need to protect the Western hemisphere from the supposedly evil Soviet sphere of influence. The conflicting ideologies between the capitalist United States and the socialist Soviet Union served as a reason for the United States to intervene in Chilean politics. In the 1960s and 1970s, the United States CIA moved and coordinated campaigns against the spread of communism. Following Domino Theory, where a falling domino causes an entire row of dominoes to fall, the general belief was that if one country fell to communism, the neighboring countries surrounding it would also adopt a communist ideology. Fearful of a Marxist regime, the CIA sought to keep the popular Salvador Allende

As they moved closer, Calvin noticed a someone speaking at a podium on a makeshift stage. From the distance, he noticed that many of the people in the crowd were middle-aged white men draped Confederate States of America paraphernalia. Upon noticing this, he signaled his family to go to the nearby pond without him as he’d catch up later. Janice took the kids to the pond while Calvin walked toward the crowd. When he arrived, about 30 yards from the podium, he recognized the man speaking. It was none other than Billy Cobb Guidry. In front of all these people, he spoke of white power, “niggers taking our country”, and “Mexicans going back where the hell they came from”. As the only black person anywhere in sight, Calvin left the scene filled