Observation: A Short Story

After it was over, the flood had destroyed 507 homes, damaged 936 homes, left over 4,000 people homeless, swept away 30 trailers and 600 automobiles, destroyed 30 businesses, washed out sections of the railroad and 10 bridges, and knocked out telephone, sewage, water and power services (Nugent 146). Over 1,000 residents sustained injuries and 125 people were killed, 7 bodies were never found (Nugent 146). “Victims lay crushed against bridges, wedged between railroad cars, swinging grotesquely from tree branches” (Nugent 151). In the days following the disaster, as the extent of the devastation unfolded, Pittston “remained silent, without even a word of condolence for the victims” (Nugent 156). When an official finally made a statement, he

Which author or institution is associated with coining the phrase, “the apartheid of schooling in America.”

One day it was a normal day when it got really dark all the clouds were getting together and when you herd the lightning go BOOM!!.And everyone was scared and they all screamed when there was a lot I am telling you a lot of WIND .It was really winded outside and when the ground started,to form into a little cloud shape and people know it was a tornado that was going to happens and it went all around the house and they all went into trash.

“Mama, cover doors and windows. Everyone go to the bedroom, and put your masks on,” I directed, calmly. When I got to the bedroom, everyone was huddled around each other, with a white cloth on their face. Suddenly, the room became dark. You could hear the heavy breathing of everyone in the room, yet you couldn’t see anyone. The storm felt like it lasted for days, but only really lasted a few minutes. When I got back to the dining room table, I saw a letter on the table from the bank.

April 19, 1995, 9:02 a.m: a bomb was set off beneath the Alfred P. Murrah Building. The bomb damaged the structural support beams and the Northern support columns. Half of the building collapsed. 168 people died (Cook 5). Eric McKisick, a district manager, recalls the incident, ¨I made an assumption that, hey, everybody is out, everybody is good, and I left at that point. It wasn't ´till much later that I saw the devastation and understood they didn't respond because they couldn't.” Not only were there a large number of casualties, 300 people were also injured, some of whom were physically impaired for the rest of their life. A child who was in the building at the time of the explosion states, “I have no recollection of that day, but I’m reminded everyday about it because of my breathing problems (Brandes, Heide, Schapiro).”

It’s been 15 years since that day, but the moment still haunts me today. When we found out that a nuclear bomb was going to drop, my family and the rest of the street had no idea what to do. Everything was all over the place, seconds after the explosion happened. Houses were destroyed, cars were flipped and ravaged, and thousands of dead bodies were lying on the streets. Some of them were even our dearest friends.

Throughout my life, I have held a special place in my heart for large animals, especially elephants. They have inspired me by the way they care about their communities. Entire families of elephants comfort their young and have specialized burial rituals for those they loved. This kind of friendship and loving nature can only be found in a community inspired by their very own elephant. Tufts University has a beautiful history surrounding their mascot and I simply want to know more, fueled by my passion for research. Tufts offers a community of elephants that compare to no other.

Naturalistic observation involves recording subjects' naturally occurring behavior while they are in their natural environment. This experiment revolves around this type of observation. Specifically, it involves the observation of the various human dyads (male-female, male-male, female-female,) social interaction, within in a public environment. Focal points of observation included conversation space (distance between individuals heads,), and body language.

In order to study human development and perform naturalistic observation I went to the mall. I selected a 9-year-old white girl as the subject for my observation. I observed the subject for 30 minutes. During my observation the subject was not interrupted and was not aware of my study.

This paper is going to describe the behavioral and cognitive traits that can be inferred from that behavior of a two year old child that I observed in the park as she was playing with her mother. The child that I observed is a girl, has blonde hair and is physically well-developed for her age. She is around two, weighs approximately twenty (20) pounds and is about two (2) feet tall.

At 12:01, with the echo of the last bell lingering in the air, the one-hundred pounds of dynamite hidden in the wagon exploded (Andrews, 2014). Shrapnel encompassed the immediate area; people were dropping everywhere. The structures nearby shook as the shock wave slammed through the exterior walls. The cloth awnings that overlooked the streets burst into flames (Bellows, 2007). Next, came a rain shower of glass that drenched the streets from the shattered windows. Nearby, World War I veterans experienced a scene of devastation very similar to that of the battlefields. They initially suspected that cause of such destruction had come from the skies (King, 2011). One witness wrote, “ It was a crash out of a blue sky, an unexpected, death dealing bolt which in a twinkling turned into a shamble the busiest corner of Americas financial center” (Gage 2002).

The date and time is such a blur to recover, but from the grainiest of memory that I remember, it was a rainy day that reached into the darken sky, that would eventually lead me to what I thought was my doom. I barely knew some of these people, but since we were all going for the same reason, it never occurred to us about whom we were going with. Soon after getting in the car, an immediate wind of awkward silence rose above us. In my mind, I thought about my mother’s disapproval of me venturing about late at night, and it constantly built up on my shoulder, like the voice that whispers inside your head about the things you shouldn’t be doing. I tried to push that guilt to the side until it was time to go home and be confronted by her. The conditions of the road we were headed in didn’t look too great, and I almost started to think that it wasn’t the best idea to be out on such a dangerous night. The sky seemed very upset with us, like He, the Savior of Mankind, was predicting something bad was going to happen. In that very moment, when a burst of thunder struck the earth, I could immediately feel the pressure of the gravitational pull on my body

In my second week here getting acclimated to the workflow and beginning projects has absorbed around 50% of my week. The workflow at Sands Capital maintains a sort of smooth, laid back behavior from start to finish. It took me a few days to realize this wouldn’t be like other jobs where you have a direct manager pressing on you for productivity, efficiency, and deadlines. No instead, for the most part, you are free to work on projects and office work at any speed as long as progress is made. Eventually my supervisor Matt coordinated two projects of my own to begin working on.

After we were finished, my mom locked the camper, grabbed the keys and we were headed up the the bath house. Making our way into the bath house there was already about fifteen other people in there. About ten minutes after we got to the bath house and were inside we could hear the rain getting heavier. Along with the heavy rain it had started to hail, we could hear it pounding down on the metal roof of the bath house.

Suddenly, as I turned to go inside and grab the animals I saw that the movers left the front door wide open. Fear suddenly rose up inside me like a rocket going into the air. I was worried. What If one got out?. The thought of that made me sprint and fast as I