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Terra, a beautiful baby girl, was the daughter of Glenn and CoCo. Glenn and CoCo weren’t ordinary folk. They were king and queen of the large city Charleston. On the day of Terra’s birth, CoCo was enduring tremendous amounts of pain in her lower abdomen, as if the all mighty Zeus himself struck her with a bolt of lightning. The baby was coming and CoCo was stricken with sickness. The guards were rushed to retrieve the miraculous healing plant that was said to cure any illness. After almost an hour of labor Terra was welcomed into the world. Unfortunately, the healing plant didn’t have much effect on CoCo, but it was just enough to heal Terra. CoCo ended up dying shortly after Terra was born. Glenn and CoCo never decided on a name for

The piercing weee-ooo-weee-ooo of the approaching ambulance could be heard in the distance, the sound growing steadily louder, and overcome with emotion, Booker slid to the floor with a sob. For the briefest of moments, he had thought everything would be okay, but the reality was, he had failed his friend yet again. If he’d fought through the dizziness and remained conscious, he could have calmly convinced Tom to go to the hospital instead of trying to trick him. He’d underestimated Tom’s gullibility, and he had paid the ultimate price. The DNA evidence was gone, and there was nothing left to link the seven men to the rape except his and Horshack’s witness account and the video. But the video was of no use because he knew Tom well enough to know even if he tracked down the Keymaster, the young officer would never give permission to use the tape in court. Once again he felt the weight of his guilt pushing down on him and his misery intensified. He was a failure as a cop and a friend, and because of him, the seven Pi Taus would never be brought to justice.

1) “They carried the soldier’s greatest fear, which was the fear of blushing. Men killed, and died, because they were embarrassed not to. It was what had brought them to the war in the first place, nothing positive, no dreams of glory or honor, just to avoid the blush of dishonor. They died so as not to die of embarrassment” (O’Brien 20).

Madelyn Ravy Mrs. Schmidt Pre-AP English 10, Period 3 9 February 2015 Reading Log #3 Part 1 Stephenie Meyer, The Host, page 448 “He wrapped both arms around me, as if we were embracing rather than locked in a killing struggle. Then he grabbed my waist from both sides and heaved with all his strength against my hold. His hair started to come out in my hands, but he just grunted and pulled harder. I could hear the streaming water rushing close by, right below me, it seemed. The steam billowed up in a thick cloud, and for a minute, I couldn’t see anything but Kyle’s face, twisted with rage into something beast-

At the beginning of this novel, we were introduced to Sarah Nickerson, a Harvard graduate, with a good paying job as the vice president of Human Resource at Berkeley Consulting, three kids, and a sweet husband. However, she was career-driven and dedicated to her job to afford to live in Welmont and to be able to take care of the family as her husband is trying to survive the second round of lay off at his work. However I noticed that this job put a lot of stress and strain on her and her family, as she didn’t get to spend a lot of times with her kids or husband. In the morning on Friday, she would get her kids ready for school but her and her husband would rock, paper, scissor on who would take the kid to school and when she didn’t have to, she was pretty happy. The day of the accident was when she didn’t have to take her kids. As she was trying to make a phone call, she crashed and ended up in the hospital for eight days. I like how this book go into details of her life before the accident and then illustrates her life afterward.

1. I do believe Jones is being truthful about Ebert, for the most part. I could see how it could be possible that Jones may have “sweetened” it up because he saw Ebert as a real good person. Ebert comes of as an honest and innocent person so I do believe he is being truthful about himself. I’m more likely to believe what someone says about their self because no one knows you better than you.

Back at their mansion, Marguerite, still in major agony over her decision to save her brother Armand by allowing Chauvelin to know of the Scarlet Pimpernel’s meeting with Ffoulkes, and wanting the romance that she and Sir Percy once shared, confronts him on the house’s front steps about his coldness toward her. It is obvious that he is getting ready to leave the house. He explains that she damaged his reputation to the point of no return, and his personal pride by not telling him, however unwittingly, for the arrest and murder of the Marquis de Cyr. Marguerite protests her innocence with the fact that she was used by de Cyr’s enemies. Sir Percy seems unaffected at first, but enough of his old affection

The homesteads were sparse in these parts, and Devon’s home was about as remote as it could be. His parents had always assured him that living in the countryside was the good life, and that they preferred the quietness to the bright lights and rackets of town centers and cities. But lately Devon had become obsessed with the idea of leaving the village for the excitement of the capital. When not on excavations, his father often spent time working in a research facility in Tridentport. And when he was home, he told stories, thus planting seeds of

My old journal got taken away when I got locked up in this box. All I get is a bible. The bible looks like its been handed out before to others that have passed in this God forsaken rat hole… I can’t keep my sanity much longer. I’m losing it! All I get is a little pea size hole that gives off some light, if that. Most of the time it’s filled with mud. I have come to believe that the mud is from the vehicles moving outside. It splashes up onto the wall. Sometimes worms will inch their way in the hole and that’s the only meal that has any personal delight. The taste of some what warm meal…

Before I started reading this book I expected nothing more than a dry book from the 40’s that would bore me to death. However I was surprised to find the book filled with symbolism and Camus’s existentialism that has changed the way I look at life. The enjoyment of this book largely relies on the type of person you are.It might : depress you,make you happy, make you want to think for a while, or make you angry. It all depends on what message you take away from it.It makes you think about what life truly is and how you should live it. Each chapter builds on Meursault's character and reveals his thoughts with interactions with other characters. This book emphasizes on what the characters don’t say allowing you to draw your own conclusions on

One day I was ask to transfer Mrs X from bed into wheelchair. Mrs X is paralised so to transfer her a full body hoist is needed. I had to call for help, it wouldn’t be safe to do this by myself. So while I was waiting for the other carer to arrive I have explained to Mrs X what and how we are going to do it. I have also cheked the hoist and battery if its fully charged and operational. I put right size sling on Mrs X with her cooperation. I carefully manovered hoist close to bed, then I hooked sling onto the hoist with short hooks on to of the body and long hooks on bottom. That was when my collegue arrived to help me with transfer.We asked Mrs X if she is ready when she said yes by pushing

In this assignment I address the pivotal moment in my development as a writer and how this event is changing me. I reflected on college English class at Azusa Pacific University that I am currently taking. Initially In this essay I will be discussing my driver for this class and explore how English course is a fundamental skill in my nursing career.

I reflected back over the last eight weeks of this course. The nursing outcomes in course NR 511 has prepared me to meet the MSN program outcome #7, MSN Essential III and Nurse Practitioner Core Competencies # 4 Practice Inquiry Competencies.

The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 1:07 AM before her rancid hands gripped my mouth shut. She dug her nails into my chest, muffling my plait of agony with her other hand.

I am a registered and specialized trained Assistant Medical Officer (AMO) at Emergency and Trauma Department (ED). I have been working in the Government Hospital for fourteen years. In addition I am also working together other with twenty AMO’s, ten registered staff nurses and seventeen nursing aid in this department. In Malaysia AMO plays a major role in early diagnosis and treatment of patient whereby they are assign in hospital and clinics. AMO working in the ED are competent in the provision of emergency cares and function as the main front liner care provider that includes provision of emergency treatment, stabilization, definitive care and function as an important component of the Trauma Team (Ministry of Health