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

When discussing fashion women often talk about the amazing dress they picked up or the sexy peep toe heels that they just couldn’t bare to pass by, however, very often does one think of the bra and its impact on fashion history.   A necessary evil in most women’s lives the “over the shoulder boulder holder” has been around since ancient times in some form or another.   Before the invention of the brassiere women were suffocating in corsets that resulted in crushed rib cages and damaged reproductive organs.   But in 1914, Mary Phelps Jacob changed all that by stitching together the very first bra.   The rest, they say, is history.

The transition of a multinational empire to a nation state has happened; therefore, Turkey's national identity has been established. In the creation of this identity, qualification of individuals as a 'citizen' has been a crucial point. Ataturk found the path for the public administration by setting a new democracy which is “Republic”.

Once upon a time, there was a wealthy young woman. She loved to shop and enjoyed using her dad's money on the most lavish, opulent brands. Her name was Dora, named after the cartoon in which one can learn Spanish. As a child, she loved animals and the company they provided. Dora walked for hours all over the city of New York to find the animal that she needed to be complete... She went home everyday sad unable to find the pet of her dreams. Sometime later, she saw a store named, “Laden's Pet Palace.” The second she walked in the scent of fresh a bleach-filled her nostrils. The scent froze her at the door.

There are various factors that explain why true democracy in Turkey finally worked. First, the People’s Party had reigned for 27 years; a considerable time that made it an easy target for the peoples’ discontent and hardships (Gülek, 2016). When the economy dipped, people were quick to blame the current government for their misfortunes. So, economics remained a significant trigger for democratic transition and an

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

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.

I can make personal relations to the series Sevens due to the fact I have experienced some of these teens issues. The severity of my problems do not compare to all of them, but they are similar to some. I can relate to the stories on Danny, Jane, Karyn, Reed, and even Peter. My situations were very similar to theirs.

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

I guess that I will start with my interests. Right now they lie in writing novels, geology, and paleontology. Geology, is the study of minerals, rocks and stones, and Gems. Paleontology is the study of extinct animals, such as the Dodo Bird, or the Titanoboa. I have already began several books, and three short stories, but I have not finished a single one. My stories seem drab, or rather, they don’t have that certain pull, that is needed to convince the reader that they want to read it. I am hoping that at the end of this year, I will have gained the knowledge to make my stories much more interesting. ( I also need help with my verbs, and adjectives, and pronouns, all of it. They were forgotten over the summer, and I can’t seem to

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

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.