Joanne Beard's The Fourth State Of Matters

We were out on the open field of North Georgia Christian Camp. My team had basically won in kickball. We had the lead by 10 points, but the mighty Eric was up at bat. He kicked what had to be over 200 feet. He quickly rounded the bases 3 times. That lead the game to an end. Isaac and I gave each that we were so close look. After that, we went to the pool for about 2 hours.

On the first day of the second year of fifth grade. It was horrible everyone new people from when they were in fourth grade . I felt all alone in a corner. I knew no one ,then the teacher comes up . She said " Hi I will be your teacher this year". I said " Hi I will be one of your students this year".

I can remember that day, sitting in the auditorium with my daughter. It was her sixth grade orientation for middle school. We moved in the middle of her fifth grade year to the next town, which was only twenty minutes away. Siting and watching as parents came in with their children. Unfortunately, my husband was out of town on business and I was five months pregnant. I recognized several of the people as they sat with their families and groups of friends.

When I was skating at St. Cloud state. The date it happened was 2015, in fifth grade. I was skating for a school field trip. I was with a few of my friends while it happened.

It was a hot summer day, sometime around noon in my driveway. My brother Will was fourteen years old, he had his friend Jared over at our house who was thirteen years old, he was also our next door neighbor and the camera man. Then there was me

It was when I went for a run in 8th grade around the track when met Joe Bundy. The high school cross country talked to me and wanted me to run on his team the following year. Never in my life did I ever feel more needed or wanted. Over the summer I trained for cross country without a single clue of how far a 5 kilometer race actually was. The

It was a baseball game day in the heat of July. I can remember warming up on the field for about five minutes and I was already sweating like a dog, I was drenched from head to toe full of sweat. During warm ups all I could think about was drink cold water and just jumping into the lake to cool off after the game. Little did I know that this scorching summer day was going to spark my baseball career for the rest of the season and for the rest of my life. Before every baseball game my dad would either text my mom or call me and would always ask me to hit a homerun for him, and everytime I would tell him I will try my best.

I was about six years old, in Cancun, Mexico for Spring Break in the Month of March. My family and I were staying at a huge resort filled with many fun things to do.We had been waiting for this family trip for months; I was excited to get out of the cold Minnesota weather and into tropical heat. We were in our hotel room getting ready for dinner with my two sisters, my mom and dad. I felt the heat all over my body, like I had been standing directly in front of the sun, So I went to open the hotel window to feel the cool breeze and to see the ocean view. As I walked to open the window my mom said “Morgan be careful, the wind is so strong if you open the hotel door, close the window because the door will slam shut; but I only thought about myself and I responded with a sassy comment, “Okay Mom.”

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away. By that I mean about an hour or two drive from visalia. When I was eight and my brother four. We had gone tobogganing with our family. The snow was glistening white and quite untouched by any other people for there was no lemon flavored snow.

It was on a rainy Wednesday night at our grandma Donna's house in the summer. We were messing around like usual. Well, a little. We were trying to make a movie

It was a hot and humid day and the weather was perfect, In the morning I woke up, brushed my teeth and ate breakfast and got ready for camp. At camp, I met my friend Tim and Dylan who were about a year younger than me in the grade

The right hand corner of my laptop read 2:30AM and I was sitting on my raggedy West Elm sofa frantically working away in the mist of yawns. Max would have left the Abbey bar by now and was presumably having passionate sex while I struggled to keep my eyes open and double check whether I’d spelt “” correctly. All I had to do was proof-read, decide on grey, or green, for the color scheme and then I was free to sleep. My Egyptian cotton sheets were calling like a mother looking for her lost child but there was not a chance in hell that I would give in until the report of Clark Gables multi-million dollar home was finished and exactly the way I envisioned it. I’d stay up all night if I had too. I’d use matchsticks to keep my eyes open (I did try that once and it was more painful than effective, but still, you get my point.) I would even go to the lengths of eating a whole tub of cottage cheese if it mean’t I’d have the most perfect report because I hated

One of the most prevalent topics in modern-day American politics is the rising wealth gap. This drives the question, at what point do inequalities of economic liberty and social justice become unjust? There are three main views that speak on the subject. In his book Theory of Justice, John Rawls follows a high liberal tradition of thought, asserting that a distributive pattern of justice is most correct. On the other hand, in his book Anarchy, State and Utopia, Robert Nozick argues for an emergent approach to justice, rooted in libertarian philosophy. Lastly, John Tomasi, in his book Free Market Fairness, offers the most compelling argument of the three. Tomasi purports that the market democratic approach to justice is the appropriate way to achieve much needed harmony between economic liberty and social justice. Market democracy, as Tomasi stated, is “a hybrid”. Market democracy is a philosophical attempt to bridge over the ideological divide between the two liberal traditions of libertarianism, as defended by Nozick, and high liberalism, as defended by Rawls. Tomasi’s market democratic hybrid is most compelling, because rather than state that either economic liberties or social justice are paramount, as the libertarians and high liberals do, respectively, market democracy states that social justice and economic rights are not mutually exclusive, and that they are integral to a just society.

Third grade, a year, most of us don't recall. A year too inadequate for our young brains to recollect every moment in great detail -- especially when far more memorable events exist in life. However, there is one memory that took place during recess in third grade. I will never forget

This experience ended up being something different than what I originally expected. I didn’t expect it to take so long to scan a letter. I didn’t expect to not be able to scan all of the letters written between Phil and Alvina. I didn’t expect a man to have written such heartfelt words to his love. I also didn’t expect to be reflecting on the importance of my history through story, or to catch myself contemplating the difference between being happy or being content.