My Manifesto - Original Writing

I'm turning 18 soon and I want to clarify my freedoms if I'm going to continue living with my parents. I'm afraid they'll continue to restrict me like they have for the past 17 years. If I'm living under their roof, are they allowed to tell me that I can't go out? Living there is a generosity, so legally, I don't think they can hold me from going out, but they could not let me back in (which they'd never do, but it's always possible). And for house rules, I completely understand taking out the trash, doing the dishes, but do they really have that much power over me that they can set a bed time. This may be a sit-down-and-talk-about-it-issue with my parents, but legally is this possible? And lastly, my dad said he would give me his old car which

Karl Marx in his “Communist Manifesto” states that the wage gap will eventually result in revolutions of working class across the world, and consequently difference in classes will be vanished. Whereas, Robert Reich in “Why the Rich are Getting Richer and the Poor, Poorer” argues that American strategy of economic development, which is based on expansion of the production, will lead to collapse of American economy. Though, the poor people will suffer of various deprivations, wealthy people will be putted into even more unenviable situation in both cases. Moreover, scenario given by Marx in his work proposes the worst position for the rich people than Reich describes.

I think this course would be a good setting for me to experiment and grow as a comedic writer. Given an audience of people in my age range who are exposed to the same culture, media, and humor that I am learning from provides me with an outlet for growth and criticism. Another thing I would like to explore is writing for film and television, which coincides with my interest in comedy. The more lengthy pieces I have written have been more geared towards academics, such as research papers, memoirs, etc. Although these assignments have helped me improve as a writer, they are not necessarily in the same style that one would write an episode for a television show or a script for a film. I want to work on character development and fluidity in story telling. I understand the importance of making stories relatable to audience members. Learning to develop strong characters is essential in bridging the gap between an author and his/her

You were not alone in feeling all the mix emotions that this course caused you to have because I too felt the same way. I do agree that this course was not what I expected but do agree that one thing we leave with is having a better understanding of cultural authenticity and being able to question a piece of literature prior to picking it up and sharing without reviewing first. Prior to this course I would never have given any Disney movie like “Brave” a second thought but now our minds will tend to be more aware of those types of things and will give us a great opportunity to have a teachable moment with the audience.

I thought my actors did a great job of preparing for it by reading the scene and gaining an understanding that they needed to properly convey the way the characters felt. What I thought needed work was their passion. At times it got boring, stagnant, and emotion lacking. It looked like they were content with just reading the lines. There was no movement, no eye contact, no emphases on words. This is the little stuff that makes plays great. If I were to redo the scene I would work on getting my actors to put more passion into what they were

Marx’s theoretical work is the understanding of the nature of human beings and how they have constructed their historical world. Marx is considered a modernist because his views and theories fit the meaning of Modernity, which are human freedom and the right to free choice. To Marx, Capitalism is a barrier to the notion of human freedom and choice. Five aspects of his political theory are: how he views human nature, effects of Capitalism on human natures with emphasis on significance of labor, class struggles within Capitalism, the demise of Capitalism and the need for the transition to Communism.

Approval of publishing the new edition of manifesto 2000 brings the joyful change in the society. It joins the people together spread all over the world. Through manifesto communicators share their views with the others and gets their feedback. A huge recognition goes to the designers and the communicators who put their great efforts in designing. They put their fewer efforts in designing the messages to satisfy the consumer needs and more for the society development and creating awareness among the society. It was written in the manifesto for bringing a change in the society. For conveying such message globally, a designer designs the matter in such a way that no one can goes beyond looking it. By doing various campaign the designer can spread his message on the facts and clear the myths of the people through his creativity

Life can be many things, it can be a box of chocolates or it can be a big trial and error, over time some of our values change, become eroded, or become forgotten. Our actions can say more than our talking and our beliefs guide us in life. Over the years, my values have greatly influenced my character and helped me reach my point in life right now. Unfortunately, not every one is lucky, they forget their values and become overwhelmed.

Everyone wants to go on this trip. They might not apply, but that probably means their parents said no or they ran out of time to write their essay. So, that leaves the people who care about going, who will stop at nothing to try and get in. Writing and rewriting their essay to make sure it’s perfect, checking to make sure they answered all the questions correctly. So, what is it that makes them want to go? I mean, let’s be real, it’s a week from school at the largest island on the largest freshwater lake. But this isn’t just a no-school no-work vacation. There’s a curriculum going around, and we’re not going to go to this thing and waste our lives swimming and tanning. The real question is who would want to

August 28, 2007 was a terrifying night, screams, rustling, and gunfire is all I hear. My friend pulls me down towards a truck nearby.

It waits, concealed behind the fragments of carefree moments that crop up from time to time. It ebbs, the emotional tide before the mind’s storm. It strikes, leaving its victim motionless and defenseless and forever beneath its control. The dread, being stuck in a rut, is difficult to escape from. Perhaps I should settle for what is reality— probably forever impoverished, despondent, or a mindless drone for the man—and continue on the trail. However, when I’m stuck facing the corner, all I notice is the destination and not the endless possibilities that await me. To move forward, I needed to look backward.

He told me to walk because it would save money and gas and that it was only a couple of blocks away. So I put two pairs of socks on, jeans, two jackets, and my muddy sneakers. I put my hood up and my head down. I walked along the cracked sidewalk with cars rushing by adding wind to my shivering body. I stared at my feet as each footstep had to have its own block of the sidewalk. I attempted to avoid stepping on any of the cracks just out of boredom, not out of superstition. I talked in my head about last night’s game, the blown calls and the bandwagon fans, and how my dad was going for the other team, as usual. After a while, I ended up thinking about why I chose to wear my red shirt. It’s weird how the mind can wander between two things that seemingly have no relation. Anyway, I eventually stopped thinking and looked up to observe my surrounding. Trees from both sides of the road seemed to be stretching out their limbs over the road, reaching across to the trees on the other side like lovers separated. The gray clouds visible through the branches of the arch of trees casted a shadow of death over the entire town. The dead leaves just lay there helpless, and the leaves that remained on the trees held on loosely. And then the wind blew, and leaves detached, floating down to join the dead. The leaves, once held up by the trees to be revered by all of nature, now had disappeared into the degradation of the

When I had laid the last of the bricks I took a step back to admire my handy work. Still silent in the catacombs, I knew I should be leaving before Fortunato awakes. I began my journey through the endless tunnels of corpses and adorning tombs. I could smell the lingering fragrance of death in the damp air as I stumbled along the dark, uneven pathway. I soon became overwhelmed with the feeling of exhaustion. I began to yell,

“Speaking of drunk, I have wine in my room. Shall we indulge? I’ve never seen you have more than a few sips, Maxen.”

And while Boris scalds himself with whisky she says: "Sit down here! O Boris … Russia … what 'll I do? I 'm bursting with it!"