--- Ms. Miller’s glare at him stilled his temper momentarily. “I know that this must seem frustrating to you, James,” she said, more kindly than he had expected, “but you need to understand that this is all part of it. Keeping you from knowing is part of what you have to endure. You’ve gotten used to being undressed in front of the girls and have been undressed around the home all the time, and it’s hardly embarrassing for you anymore. They know that. So this is intended to be uncomfortable for you. I am impressed that you’ve held it together for as long as you have, but you’ll learn tomorrow. In the meantime, you must keep yourself under control. Keep your temper in check, or you’ll just make matters worse for yourself, both around here …show more content…
From what he was able to glean, part of his “punishment” was that he will not be nude at home this week. The intention was to try to get him back to a comfortable feeling when dressed, so that when his corrective action took place, the accompanying nudity felt more revealing and shocking to him. From what he could piece together, he thought he also heard that he will not be participating in swim practice, either, and therefore not be nude at school either. “At least I still get to see the other guys!” Monica’s laugh was a little too loud and Ms. Miller quickly admonished her. Although, James heard the mirth in his mother’s tone, making it obvious that only the volume of her voice was being addressed, and not the content of her statement. Unable to hear any details of the coming punishment, James’ frustration built. Hearing only details of the planning gave him no clues. Being unable to concentrate on his homework { only} added to his stress knowing that he was turning in sub-par work at school. The next morning, James woke to his mother knocking on his door. “You need to be showered and out of the bathroom in fifteen minutes so that Heather can get ready for school!” she shouted. Confused, it took James’ sleep addled brain a moment to remember the conversations from the night before. This must be part of the new moratorium on his nudity at home. Without comment, he rose sleepily and staggered down the hallway, rubbing sleep from his eyes, in his
Self-control theory, which is regularly alluded to as the General Theory of Crime, has been one of the major theory ideal models in the field of criminology, which was created by criminologist Michael Gottfredson and Travis Hirschi’s. General Theory of crime is defined as characterized as the development theory that changes social control hypothesis by coordinating idea from biosocial, mental, routine exercises and normal decision speculations (Siegel 2017: 278). This criminological theory focuses on the lack of a people poise, which is the fundamental factor behind criminal conduct or congruity. This helps influence criminologist to find evidence in the reasoning behind criminal behavior and the attribute tendency to commit crimes to a person’s level of self-control. Accordingly, the purpose of this researcher paper is to explain how this theory has a positive impact not only for criminologist, but allows the society to gain knowledge on why crime occurs.
“Time to wake up” Her grandmother yelled from the kitchen as she was making breakfast, “you’re going to be late for school.”
My body was enclosed in soft fluffy blankets. Though it felt so good to be back in my own bed I also felt out of place. It was too peaceful almost, like the calm before a storm. I got out of bed dragging one of my smaller blankets with me. I wrapped it around myself as I approached my living room. I smiled seeing Shanes sleeping form sprawled across my couch. I tip toed my way to him and nudged his shoulder. "Hey Shane wake up." I spoke softly. He groaned and batted my hand away.
After the day, he went back to his dorm and studied how everyone who had ever rebelled got punished, and he noticed a pattern, whenever someone smart tried, they would be put into solitary confinement. Whenever someone not as smart rebelled, they took him or her to jail. He then stayed up for the next 4 hours to make up a plan, he was worried that it wouldn’t be as good as he imagined because he was really tired, but he decided to look it over in the morning to make sure everything was
He half knelt, half climbed onto the bed, bearing her down onto the mattress. Onto her back so that her long tresses splayed out around her head like a halo. He couldn't help but notice the small peaks of her nipples, the rich fabric lifted on both breasts, and realised with a flush of embarrassment that he was stiff within his trousers. It wasn't anything she hadn't seen before, in all those stolen moments in half-shadowed rooms and fields, but there was a sudden newness to it all nevertheless. This was different...so different...with her cousin sleeping down the corridor.
As Sarah’s mom pulls into the driveway of 1542 Elm Street, she in nothing but excited. Impatiently she tells her mom to hurry and unlock the door not wanting to waste a single second of the “girls night” planned. When the doors finally unlocked she rushed to grab her bag and practically sprinted up to the front door. Sarah rang the doorbell a couple of times then started to jump up and down as she waited.
She walks into school, trying to go un noticed, hoping Liam isn't here today. But, just as she walks down the main hall of the high school, holding her books close to her chest, she is slammed against the lockers hard. Her books fall and her eyes go wide in pain. Liam smiles at her fragile state, pinning her against the lockers. "Hello Ocean. Hoping I wasn't going to be here today? You can't get rid of me that easy," he says. Mrs. Fetch, the history teacher, comes out of her room, seeing Liam pinning Ocean to the lockers. "Mr. Miller! Let her go this instant!" she shrieks in her high annoying voice. Liam goes closer to Ocean's face. "I'll be back later," he whispers and lets her go. Tears are rushing down her rosy cheeks. "Get to class!" Ms. Fetch says, and Liam walks slowly to class, looking back at the other 2 in the hallway, before disappearing behind the corner. Ocean quickly wipes away her tears, picks up her books, and runs down the hall towards her first class. She knows she'll get in trouble like she always does when she's late to class, usually because of
Getting ready for bed was the second most dreading expertise of the night.There has been no sleep just silence. Every once in awhile the branches outside her window would knock the glass caused by the empty winds. This would only add onto the silence. Her sorrow's eye would just stare into nothing trying to find something, anything really. All was lost for now at least.
They made their way up to Samantha's apartment where she immediately got in the shower to get the blood off of her, and Patrick called Julia to tell her to come and pick him and Edward up. Patrick walked into Samantha's bedroom laid down on her bed and started watching television. Edward takes a seat on Samantha's couch, and he just sits there waiting for Julia to come and get him and Patrick. Seven minutes after Samantha had gotten into the shower her phone began to ring so Edward picked it up. “Hello,” Edward said. “Oh I'm sorry I must have put in the wrong number I was supposed to be calling my daughter Samantha,” the woman on the phone said. “You didn't call the wrong number mam this is the home of Samantha Collins,” Edward said. “If you
In Michigan, a woman named Theresa Lockhart was reported missing this past May after she did not attend work for two days straight. Her husband, Christopher Lockhart, who was the prime suspect, showed little cooperation with deputies until they brought a search warrant to his door, but still, they found nothing linking him to the murder. Now, six months later, his body has been found in his home. He killed himself by strangulation and left a note for police, confessing in full how he murdered his wife in the heat of an argument. He “just snapped” as it was put in the suicide note. He also left instructions on the paper that led the police to his wife’s body, buried in a shallow grave in the Allegan Game Area. Christopher did show remorse for his actions, however, so much so, that he couldn’t live with the burden his wife’s death brought.
In particular, they conjecture that since Adam never came through in completing any of his multiple threats. In addition, “His parents assure you that they will keep a close eye on him” (Jacobs). Due to this, he will have something to do to keep him out of trouble. Although, this may sound, reliable there is always a chance that Adam’s parents will get busy or not, feel the need to watch him that closely. As a result, giving him the chance to relapse into his old ways of threatening and irritable issues. Not only will he have a close eye kept on him, but he will also attend a night school, “He will attend night school, with strict hours monitored by his family” (Jacobs). Furthermore, with putting Adam back into a school it gives him the chance to make more threats, of which he could act upon. Hence the ideas above Adam's sentence is suitable for his
Exiting a couple of minutes later, hair neatly combed, and looking and feeling more awake, he approached Lexi, slid his arms around her from behind, kissed the back of her neck, and fixed a coffee. "Sleep well?" Arching a brow, the Hacker sensed a tension in the air. It may have been more imagined than real, but for Richard the pleasurable memories of the night had begun to fade, replaced by the reality of the reasons behind their early morning rise, and it made him ever more impatient to leave the confines of the claustrophobic hotel
“You’d laugh if I told you,” she said bashfully, looking away from his gaze that seemed to bore into her. Mr. Linden smiled softly, almost a look of pity in his expression, at her actions, but went along with them
In a moment of careless contemplation the slight upwards turn of usually straight lips captured his attention and he took a closer look at an expression that appeared so foreign on his features. It lasted but a few seconds before melting into an unsatisfied frown, before finally returning once more to the painstakingly schooled countenance that had unconsciously become his default. Instantly the train of thought was corralled into a corner of his mind to be dealt with at a later time or, more likely, never if he could help it. I do not have the time to linger about wondering on such foolish things. Without another glance at his appearance Emory deemed himself an acceptable sight and stepped away from the glass that had easily begun to raise his hackles at far too earlier of an hour. Traversing on a path that he had practically committed to memory it took only a second before his gaze fell upon the holo-tablet that frequently contained his work as well as the scattered pages of a notebook littered with detailed scribbles. While an old fashioned method for the current times he simply hadn’t been able to completely adhere to technology based deduction and began gathering the pieces capable of depicting his train of thought in an order that had no logical following, but appeared in a pattern he clearly placed them
“Paul Kagame was a measured person, he did not react quickly. He wasn’t quick to get involved or embroiled. He would stand aside and assess the situation. He was always intent on listening. But he was also a fighter” (Kinzer, Stephen, A Thousand Hills, page 14).