Monitoring At First As The Sight Of The Sofa

was time to go to bed. Now go!” This is to protect the children from

Health and safety of the children is so important and should not be put at risk at any time. Any area out of my control that I cannot actually sort myself is reported immediately to be dealt with.

It is important to ensure children and young people are protected from harm within the setting, as the parents are leaving their children in your care with the expectation that they can trust you and your colleagues to keep their children from harm. It is difficult for parents to leave their children in an education or care setting and then go to work; they need to be confident that their children will be in safe supportive hands with people that will help them develop.

The day started like that of any other these last couple of weeks. Mysterious incidents kept popping up in the news, of small groups going mad and becoming savage. Life was like that in Lampeter. Very little going on in town, whilst the whole world around us lives with a constant stream of danger. Some people were getting worried, afraid it was some sort of virus going around, but that happens all the time. One small case of a disease and the world’s in an epidemic. Happened with bird flu, E-coli, and we had just got over the joys of swine flu. Now this. Some people were becoming wary, uneasy around other people, fears of catching this mystery virus afflicting the nation and forcing its way into people’s minds. The unfortunate thing was,

Fifty years ago if the reception on the television went bad, first you knocked on the side, then peered in back for bad vacuum tubes and finally tinkered with loose connections. Today we unplug and restart.

Again, the holy and mighty killer had struck. The headlines were blaring across the news, banners stringing across the television in bright blue and red hues. News anchors having to shout, raise their voice above the enormous roaring crowd; chattering, whispering, crying and shouting amongst each other about what had happen and what they believe will eventually happen.

April 5th 2016: 2pm, The rain bore on endlessly, pounding on the school rooftop and turning the soccer fields into vast lakes of dull, muddy water. Dark gray clouds covered the sky, only letting a few rays of feeble sun slip past the barrier. Predicting the game would be moved to another day due to poor weather but instead Coach. Sue Nurse with her

The day was filled with pandemonium and chaos. “My boss wouldn’t us leave. People were crying. All the radios and TV’s were on.” Kouski said. “It just wouldn’t stop.”

With extremely unbearable weather, and a Nor’easter moving out of the area just hours before, a massive crowd gathered at the State Capital to participate witnessing history. A crowd, full of several emotions: including excitement, fear, and uncertainty surrounding the future and safety, not only for their great nation, but similarly the world. The Cold War was progressing and multiple countries were rearing their ugly head, showing how cowardly and evil the human race can be. Spectators were

It was an overcast, hazy-looking day in the town of Sergeant Bluff. The clouds above were thick and gray, ready for the rain to start again. The bright green field was muddy with the occasional murky puddle. Our opponents had a reputation for being intimidating and brutal. It didn’t help that all of their uniforms matched. They had the dark green jerseys and shorts, with white socks, and the cleats of their choice. Maybe it was the rainy weather, or the intimidating team, but I felt something would go wrong.

Sunday, October 1, a day that may have changed America. More than 20,000 people are gathered for a country music festival on the main strip of Las Vegas. Following the performances of Eric Church and Sam Hunt, Jason Aldean takes the stage around 10:00. Minutes later, several explosions go off. Many concert-goers shrugged them off dismissively, thinking they were just fireworks going off in the distance. But then, many more of these explosions come. Soon, people begin to recognize that they were hearing gunshots. Unsure of where the bullets were coming from, panic mode sets in and everyone is running every which way, attempting to get to safety. Some are left temporarily paralyzed by terror on the ground.

On November 20th, Daniel Eisenberg was driving home when he was stopped by a British officer and re-routed for the fourth time that day. “I would have prefered to know before hand the alternate route,” said the infuriated Eisenberg. The officers were setting up camp in the center of town and blocked many major roads. Eisenberg is not alone in his complaints. Many locals are furious about the British soldiers presence in the town square, one the major streets and posted outside civic buildings. “These standing armies are completely unnecessary here in our small town. People just want to go about their business without being hassled by the soldiers,” said Eisenberg.

I go through, rushing around the backstage set as I read over my script. They had called me in early due to this emergency. I moved hastily through wardrobe in preparation to go on. The producers tell me we have contact with a few of our reporters out on the field and what they are telling us is horrific. The gruesome details the reporters used to describe the attack were blood curtailing, with each word sending another chill down your spine.

I woke up early morning and turned on the TV. I could not see anything

The hunch on his back emphasized the fear trickling down his soul. He ambled like death not making a sound on the creaking wood tiles of his home while walking towards a maroon colored couch, placed directly in front of his flatscreen tv. On his way to the sofa, Cyan snagged the phone-like remote resting on a glass tabletop and turned on the tv.