“Today we are going to try something different for math,” I tell my son, “Hang on while I find something.” I go to the drawer in the kitchen and pull out a simple deck of cards.
I see her sitting at the kitchen table, coffee mug steaming next to her. From the tv across the room I hear a western playing, probably John Wayne, as was her favorite. A deck of cards laid out on the table, I realize just how much her hands, and the cards were similiar. Worn, wrinkled, split, and stained. They were used, and they were loved.
Gramma’s hands spoke the stories she didn’t have to say. They’ve cradled babies, grandbabies, and great grandbabies, embraced family and friends, and clenched the hands of her husband as he passed twenty five years ago. Her hands have been blackened from planted seeds, green from pulling weeds and stained a rainbow of colors during harvest and canning. She’d wipe little droplets of blood from her fingertips as she stitched quilts, mended pants and stuffed teddy bears. Clasped together, she prayed countless prayers, because life was evil she would say. Most of all, you could find them in the kitchen, that was her signature.
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As a child I would have to wait until she was done before we could play a game together, now in my twenties I ask “Can we play a game?” After her game she shuffled the deck and dealt the cards. “Do you want me to show you how to play solitaire on the computer?” I
I, Deputy Gough received a call reference a white Ford truck driving in the Gamester trailer court all over the roadway. Upon my arrival I spoke with David Vore and Jennifer Vore. Jennifer Stated that Randy was the driver of the white Ford truck that said, “All Good Construction.” David and Jennifer both stated that they saw the truck drive through the yard hitting a slow child at play sign and the stop sign.
Five months later David get a call from the hospital to tell him his results an he came back positive he drop the phone an cried he was in rage he put a hole in the wall at his house broke his television. He pray to god an ask him questions why me I haven't done nothing wrong but be good to her an make her life easy in this world. Then the test result for his child it was positive that it was his baby he was happy about that couldn't wait to see his health child of his Kelly calls him an ask forgiveness he tells her right now I can't talk to you disgust me at this time. But he told her the results for their child was his he ask why you put me through all of this only thing I wanted to do is to love you be
She grasped my hand to release my mind from the trance. I stroked my fingertips over the wrinkles that adorned my mother’s weathered hands: the past few months had aged her greatly.
She looked down at the coffee table to see a brown box filled with a few things. On top, she could see some family photos in gold color frames. “Thank you,” she said to him. She walked over to her father’s chair and sat down. She became aware of an uneasy feeling around him and wanted as far away from him as possible. It may have come from her dad complaining about him for a long time. She was now wishing for her uncle to show
Where does inspiration come from. The heart maybe. The brain. The soul. Your peers. Maybe even no one. You could have all the acquaintances in the world and I don’t care what anyone says because if they don’t care about you you’ll still end up feeling lonely as hell. I do. I have many acquaintances. But when they don’t care to check up on you to say, “Are you doing okay?” or, “Did you make it home okay?” maybe, “How’d your day go?”, or even, “I know you’ve been going through a lot lately, I just wanted to let you know I’m here for you.”
The exercise I have chosen to explore is playing volleyball, something I did a lot of in high school. In order to fully break down exactly what is going on in the brain when playing the game, each aspect would need to be broken down and analyzed. In this paper I will be analyzing receiving (from the opponent or teammate) and passing the ball (to the opponent or teammate), In each of these actions, there is a certain amount of planning and execution involved, along with some reflexes that come into play when there isn’t enough time to plan, as volleyball is a very fast moving game that involves many other people’s actions that are sometimes hard to judge.
Recalling a time when I observed a negative action and could of done something about it was probably back in middle school. This event was when one individual was bullying a kid and talking in a negative manner to this certain individual and this cause one person to flip over a desk, but I was just a witness I would have stopped this by notify someone or telling the person to stop or calm down.
I felt like I would soon explode from embarrassment. I got up quickly, and briskly walked up to the stage. I stated and said my name just as I had practiced a million times in my head. It was extremely challenging, especially because someone was actually judging you and it wasn’t just in my head.
Normal playing cards have so many uses in teaching mathematical lessons. When teaching your students
How was today.. Honestly, who knows because i sure as hell don’t know and it really, really bothers me. I just felt numb today, like you know when you go to the dentist and he’ll numb your mouth to pull out a tooth or something, that’s how i felt but it was all over. Like i couldn’t care, like i couldn’t be bothered to care today. I mean i guess it was an okay day at first but i still felt numb and i really want to know why. I’ve also been really tired lately and sleeping in really late which also bothers me but that’s a problem for another day. For right now i want to figure out why i felt like that and if it’ll ever come back and bit me in the ass one day. By the end of the day i was just so exhausted and drained that i couldn’t give a damn
For my Parson’s Challenge, I decided to use one of the more personal pieces in my portfolio; my fashion illustration collage. This collage is a layout of several of my original designs inspired by my mother.
There was only seven people on the team to show but the game was eleven verses eleven. (The white lines were barling visible on the grass that still remained on that mud infested field.)(The barley white lines were impossible to see on the mud and grass covered field.)(The sun shown brightly on the uneven mud enveloped field that was before me.) Even though so few of us came we still did our normal routine of stretching and jogging. While we were stretching every one counted to ten but I counted to fifteen just to be all stretched out I was also the only one who was willing to do the sitting stretches. When it was finally time to play couch broke us up into positions Jenna was the goalie; Caroline, Megan ,and I were defence like usual; ________and
You could hear the crowd cheering, the coach screaming for a play to be made. Each player on the court running low on breath as the games clock was coming to an end. The score was 37 to 35 the home team was going to lose but they had the ball in their hands with only one shot left. The ball went hard into Sean’s hand as he realised that he was open on the 3 point line, this was his chance to win his team the game, to bring home the win. Sean took the shot and as the shot went up the horn blew as the timer finished. It was over, the home team had lost and with it Sean’s dream of basketball.
I was born on Jakarta. I live in villa tangerang regency 1. The first time I was able to read is when I was In kindergarten. Actualy, my mom also told me, how to read an alphabet and read the number, but I can read well on kindergarten. I can read what is written on the book. I also can read any sign , I was be able to read is because my teacher told e that every letter of an alphabet can be a thing. Like A for apple and B for ball. Then I learn how to spell like A P P L E for apple. Learn an alphabet is fun thing that I can learn. I also learn from the alphabet song.
The Sencery, is project combining different medias in one installation. Visiting three places across Slovakian mountains, recording my moves and surroundings. My aim is to evoke the same experience I had, into viewers mind, walking through the untouched nature. Presenting the sound, video, photographs and objects from my journeys.