Unlikely Circumstances

Do you think that doing something bad makes you a bad person? Not something small though, like stealing a pack of gum that was less than a dollar. Or taking money out of your dad’s wallet when he wasn’t looking. I mean something really bad. Committing a crime type of bad. Let me start from the beginning.

People are most likely to develop an appreciation for those who prioritize and practice positivity. Those who do so raise spirits, boost confidence, and leave a bigger impact on each life they encounter. A large portion of my personal code of chivalry is to exude and include positivity in everything.

It almost seems as though it were yesterday when I would shut off the lights, slam the door, ferociously hop on my bed, and read my favorite book until my eyelids simply couldn't handle their own weight. Of course my parents would make a routine check in my room to tell me goodnight so I had to read with great caution, for if my mom were to catch me reading after bedtime, there would certainly be consequences. Though through my little and inexperienced mind, I believed this risk was well worth it, because this turned out to be the first chapter book I had enjoyed from beginning to end: Among the Hidden.

I was a flightless bird trapped in a cage, wings clipped and song subdued. I had no distinct purpose, nor was I understood. Home was a prison, not for the insane, but definitely for the emotionally abused. My voice was constantly being shut out; only the people who wanted to hear my words were listening. Despite the words wishing to come out, I found myself unable to speak them. Regardless, I found myself in a place of understanding, of hope, and of insight. My mother was the light that guided me through the endless darkness. Only when she was gone, did I truly find my voice again.

We arrived at my house where Dr. Mike slept with me. Compensating for so much annoyance, we spent a lovely and vibrant late night in which he hugged me tight like a willful snake trying to get back at something. He was jealous because I had enjoyed myself dancing to the beat of African music and doing it the French way. However, whenever the English lord got drunk, he satisfied my needs, giving me pleasure like a sexual slave. On a whim, I went along with each touch of his hands on my body because I wanted to take refuge from the evils that made up my mind in those days of terror. At a certain point, from a kiss to another, I wondered how many women had already heard the erotic words that he whispered in my ears. In fact, I had run away from

I am close with a girl named Hope; she is one of the most genuine people I have ever met in my life. People always judge her, because she tends to look mean, but people do not know her like I know her. Hope is shut off from people around her and has a lot of trust issues, but given her situation she has every right to be the way that she is. As much as Hope tries to make friends, or find people relatable to her, friendships always seem too shallow and typically do not last long. Hope is my best friend, and her story has captured me so much that I feel as though I’ve experienced it with her.

An everyday thing that I struggle with is communicating with people about how I feel about something. Communication with people has never been easy for me. I have always been afraid to tell people how I feel because I am afraid that they will judge me. A lot of people think it is foolish of me to be afraid of communicating.

I remember staring up at the vastness of the sky, trying for a moment to comprehend infinite space. Space that reached out above and below, to the sun, and past it. Trying to imagine for a moment the all consuming vastness of the universe we inhabit. Sometimes it feels like the sheer size of the existence is throbbing down on me. This whole phenomenon of existential dread in the moment feels ground-shaking, life-altering, then after time passes I forget and it, it no longer bothers me. There are so many aspects of life I take for granted, even life itself I can often take for granted.

This piece of writing was something I had started in my journal and decided to make it into a story. It started off really well but I feel like I rushed it too much. I didn't use as much detail as I could have. I based the story off of a Jewish book that I really enjoy. I used a lot of good detail, words and imagery at the beginning but I feel like it went downhill when I needed it hurry and get it done. If I were to take my time like I did at the beginning of the story it would have been a greater outcome than what the outcome really was. This piece of writing is something I would definitely consider redoing and making it a whole lot better than it is now. I think I should have spent more time writing the paper and less time worrying about

The aspects that are easiest for me to express be the happiness and positive voice I have during the first scene and last scene. Having a positive attitude all the time makes it easier to communicate with the others through out this process. I think it is easy express my emotions in my hostile and angry voice as I play the guard during the second scene. Being the north Witch is easy because I play a woman and I am already a woman, so I don’t have to change the way I walk or talk. For me being able to play a man is really fun and interesting, but it is not always easy, because I am not used walking and talking like a different

It was a good day, Hope and I met many a wonderful patrons together this weekend. I need to find a way for her to meet people without me. Because she does a wonderful job with her vegetables …Had gone way and she had made friends all on her own yesterday. We come up I don’t not want to eat Vegetable only cookies bit…Last year she roams all by herself and was well. She not in anything but finale piece… We did Jack together it went well and fisher man and his wife it was also good. We met a young lady from California she was wonderful we talk twice. Yesterday we sent many a person to King and Queen to have their fishy bless. But only little tiny children this year… But we miss you and your wonderful knights. Hope still thinks he should bring

Have you ever hoped for something good? I always did and others have as well, It brings the happiness in those who believe in it, and it’s very important when there’s a time of grievance for those who just have given up and felt like their life is falling apart.

I grew up living in a house, have food on the table, and all the basic needs in life are available. I know that some families can’t afford to have at least 3 meals a day. I was born and raised in the Philippines, a third world country; homeless families everywhere. When I moved here in the U.S more than a decade ago, I assumed U.S is a powerful and rich country, where opportunities are available for immigrants.

Global business standards codex captures eight major underlying principles in which ethical behavior can be interpreted and evaluated. The eight ethical principles are fiduciary, property, reliability, transparency, dignity. fairness, citizenship and responsiveness.

A principle is defined as a rule, or even an idea that forms the basis of deciding what is wrong and what is right in context to our actions. As opposed to principles, we all have our own personal practices and traditions, which determine our behavior in the society. These practices are determined from our culture, society, ancestors, experiences and religion etc. But since we live in a world where every person has their own set of practices and traditions, we cannot expect to live the way we want and this is where rules and principles come in. The very foundations of any principle are built upon its underlying morals, ethics and laws, which are expected to be accepted universally (Chippendale, 2001).