Personal Narrative: Breaking A Copyright Law

This is Platt. I am a thirty-two year old male negro. I hail from Georgia. I am what you would call “Contraband”. I have been endlessly working on a plantation for my whole adult life until this year when I have escaped my master and gone up to the great country of Canada. Living on a plantation working in the blazing sun day in and day out has deeply affected me. According to Gordon, a slave whom I met from Mississippi, has showed me his many scars from whippings that he received from attempting to escape. They were even worse than mine. From this, I have concluded that I am lucky. Another fellow named Wilson Chinn told me that he was branded with spiked iron collars, heavy ankle and wrist chains, spiked paddles and leg stiffening brackets.

As my norm violation I chose to alter the way we are supposed to be dressed and look in public as society says. I walked around the marketplace in a backwards low cut shirt, backwards ripped jeans, one blue shoe, one red shoe, and a bright pink wig. First, I went into the yogurt store and everyone was staring at me with blank expressions and kids were laughing. As I walked over to get my favorite mango yogurt an old man jokingly asked if I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I told him no, I just liked to wear my cloths this way and that this was my natural hair. After I left the store and started walking around the water fountain, girls my age were pointing, giving me dirty looks, and some were laughing as they whispered in each other’s ears. Guys my age looked confused when they

I could not believe what I had just said, I said it so hastily that I thought no one had heard me, but the judge clearly heard me say “The defense moves to indict Isabella Moores of first degree murder.” Everybody in the courtroom was speechless, “This so called witness was planning to murder her mother since she ran away from home, all because her mother was constantly abusing her and I have evidence to prove it!”

“And this woman's case stands she broke the law and she committed the worst crime which is a death” Is there any objections”

My need for exemption falls on the financial disability my family and I will face if I were to dorm at Cal Poly Pomona. My mom does not have a permanent or stable job to rely on because she babysits on an irregular basis, which is why she can’t present her taxes to demonstrate her income. I also have a 7 year old brother whom I help with homework and any school related activity because of the language barrier between my mom and his education. I translate any information that my mom needs to know and help my brother understand his work when he is having difficulty. I would gladly like to dorm on campus because I think it is a great way to become more involved in school activities and network with other people, but due to my economic status I

My name is Yris Guzman and I’m a senior at Perry High School. I’ve always struggled writing essays. The things I struggle the most with is grammar, spelling, coming up with a thesis, and organizing my thoughts onto paper. I hope by the end of this semester I become a better writer. We all have strengths and weaknesses.

That is where we put the whenever we are under way, that way they are not laying around, where they are on the floor and keep them dry and people from stepping on them and everything else. So, I don’t know, the buoys are actually tied to a rope that are tied to the rails and she would have had to have been up against the rail to have gotten her foot caught on it, so I don’t know, I don’t know. They are actually fenders or bumpers, buoys are actually what is out in the water that marks the shallow water or no wake and something like that. So, it would have been, if it was one of our fenders from the boat, they are, like I say, they are tied to ropes that are fastened to the rail and we set them over the side when we pull up to a

We’ve all been kids before and we’ve all done things we most likely shouldn’t have done. We had an impulse in which we immediately acted upon with out considering the consequences that follow. Well I’m here to tell you of my one of many rather stupid downright dumbass things I have done. –Authorial Intrusion

Scared, I hid the envelope. He knew that I had it! He can shoot me, but I had to know. I just had to know who was barbaric enough to kill my mother. This envelope could have all the answers, but what if the truth was just to much to bear. It was to late now, all I have to do now is open it. I had no clue what was in it, but now I would finally know. All of the questions that have been racing in my head since the day she left. All of the lonely nights, and the nights filled with tears. I will finally know why, and ll it’ll take is a slide of my finger.

Okay so this one time i broke the law is when my friend had bought music and gave me it.I know now that that is the wrong thing to do and that i should not have done that. That hurts all of the artists but i won't do it again.I wil always check before doing anything that smells a little fishy. “Is it too late now to say sorry”.

When I unknowingly broke copyright law was when I was given a disc of music and the person did not pay for the music. My actions of taking it could have affected me because I used music that was not paid.Steps i make next time is to not take a disk or movie that has not been paid yet. I also should tell the person what they are doing is wrong.

Born in the year 2000, I am almost 27 years and in this short time I have been deprived of many things; my life is not what it used to be. NO, much has changed, I know that I should be like my friends who have fun and party every day. Yet, that is not the case. I am different, I am able to understand things others cannot.

Redneck: Ok!.. I know this one. Is it something that has become free for the public to use.

Two men lay before me without an ownership to life. One dangled nearly a foot off of the ground with an anchored pitchfork punctured through his abdomen. The tri-prongs tasted his insides and met the air with lustful delight. The other may have been a man, but his caved-in skull made certainty impossible. Next to him was a shovel originally used for manure that was coated in his juices. I…think I did this? Before my vision faded entirely, I saw a heavy silhouette looming over me. It was a Gorilla. This was not abnormal. He was my only friend in this sea of death and I could only watch helplessly as armed guards pumped him full of tranquilizer. I called out his name but my voice wasn’t audible. His tree trunk arms swung brutally and he managed to break the majority of one’s ribs before collapsing next to me. Their

I enjoyed this week’s reading about risks in writing. It’s good to know that I am not the only one that struggles with this. I would say that I have two big risks in writing. The first one is being too personal in my writing, or not being personal enough. In writing, I never know the right amount of personal information to use in an essay based on some prompts. For academic writing that my professor reads, I usually tend to not put a lot of personal information or feelings in. Yet in writing for like a scholarship or a cover letter, I put more personal information in because that audience wants to learn about me. But how much is too much? Sometimes I feel like I am just bragging about myself and I do not like to gloat. The second big risk in