Seth Rogers : A Pretty Good Kid

Clarisse was walking down the sidewalk of her new neighborhood with the wind by her side and leaves at her feet. She was mesmerized by the colors of the fallen leaves and the cracks in the gravel. She traced a particularly large crack down the sidewalk with her eyes until it disappeared under a man’s shoes. He was watching Clarisse walk along the sidewalk. His eyebrows were furrowed creating a crease between them and he had soot streaked on the left side of his face. Clarisse’s eyes moved from his face to the uniform he was wearing.

As time passed he was soon the age of 18, becoming a young adult, who had gone through horrific events in his life. Joining a gang as early as 11 years old, witnessing countless murders, homicides, suicides, drug overdose, and lust. Where even himself has been an inch away from going overdose. Not only that he was kicked out of numerous amount of schools, not because he wasn't smart but because he was

Memories of the night before became a vivid memory in the recesses of his dimly lit mind, underneath the sunlight's intruding yet blissful gaze and the sensation of silk against his bare skin felt like a euphoria, a river of midnight encased his slender figure and with the scrunch of his refined nose and furrowed knit of his thin eyebrows, he rose from his slumber. Delicate fingertips leisurely danced across the silken sheets which lost its assuaging warmth only to discern that he was gone, Padding through the spacious house far too big for two alone to fill, and too much of a burden for one to find comfort in. To see his lover, clad in a suit that managed to take his breath away immediately

I encountered a peculiar individual on the sidewalks this evening. I can recall that “ The girl stopped and looked as if she might pull back in surprise (Page 4)”. Nervousness shook my body as this mysterious girl applied a sense of mystery to herself. She asked me a variety of questions that i firmly responded too as I soon realized that she was our new neighbor. She was an odd one, she even described herself as crazy, the young ones these days.

REPUBLICAN Plank- Monopolies and Privilege Explanation- Republicans do not believe in monopolies and they do not agree with the trust and secret agreements to join industries together and create a monopoly. They believe the people who join together and create monopolies should be punished for their actions. They believe that every man should be given the right to work for what they have and if they happen to own multiple businesses without forming dishonest agreements with other business owners they should not be persecuted. This is beneficial to the country because they lay out guidelines for the people who want to own businesses and to help them follow what the laws say about monopolies and privileges.

While roaming the streets of an impoverished section of Chicago one night, he stumbles upon a young woman (179). As he was walking at six foot, two inches tall, broad, a beard, and both hands in the pockets of a military jacket, the young woman immediately became uneasy. She began to pick up her pace, and not long

His house was lit up the most out of the other houses on his street; he just needed a break for electric devices or maybe even electricity. A walk in cool dark night is relaxing for him. He doesn’t fit in because unlike others, he wants real fresh air and enjoys his night walks.

“Thanks.” Samandriel said adverting his eyes away from hers. He didn’t mean to draw attention to himself.

“Shut up, Alec. Tessa, this is Alec, my pain in the ass cousin.” I waved as a way of greeting. Talking would just hurt too much right now.

As my father, my siblings, and I continued moving through Boston, my sister noted that we could save ourselves about five minutes of walking if we cut through the Boston Common. As she had selected a pair of “cute” sneakers for the trip that were entirely unprepared for the hour long trek back to the car, she vehemently insisted on this and we walked through a large park that was not nearly well-lit enough for me to be entirely comfortable with. The entire walk in the Common was characterized by my insistence that we

“On the last night, with my trunk packed and my car sold to the grocer, I went over and looked at that huge incoherent failure of a house once more. On the white steps an obscene word, scrawled by some boy with a piece of brick, stood out clearly in the moonlight, and I erased it, drawing my shoe raspingly along the stone. Then I wandered down to the beach and sprawled out on the sand.

“Hey, follow me.” I heard from the other room. Two sets of feet made tapping noises as they walked towards the room that I happened to be looking out into. One of them had to be wearing heels, while the other would probably be wearing some sort of dress shoe. “Actually, it might be boots.” I thought. As they came into view, I could see my ex wearing some sort of suit, but with cowboy boots, a ridiculous fashion choice. Then, behind him, came a small girl in blue jeans and a tee shirt.

The street was eerily quiet as I crossed. So was Mike. Staring at me unwaveringly, he said nothing as I approached. The crow's feet framing his eyes, the ridges in his forehead, and the crinkles in his cheeks still stand out in my mind. How many nights had he lain on that bench, covering his face as the wind whipped against it? Now he hugged his body tightly. He was wearing an old pair of tan khakis, a shirt that I couldn't see clearly, and a light multi-colored jacket, its sleeves ending above his pale wrists, that was just slightly too small and clung to his body. As I gave him the money in my wallet, he took it--slowly--and stared at it for a second in disbelief. Although the street in front of the library is usually an amalgam of car horns, headlights, whining engines throughout the night, nothing--not

Geodesy is considered, according to Bruns (1878) and Helmert (1884), as the science of determination the figure of the earth as well as its gravitational field. This covers the basic general form of the earth as a flattened rotational ellipsoid and the visible topographic surface resulted from gravitational attraction of uneven inner masses. Thus, physical and geometric aspects are inseparably correlated (Moritz 2015).

To begin with, Macbeth's ambition led him to be easily influenced. The three witches were the first to fool Macbeth. According to the play, they told him he would be king, and they told Banquo - Macbeth's friend - that his kids would also be kings. Macbeth let the prospect of becoming king and gaining power go to his head, as he recounted the witches prophecy throughout the text. On the other hand, Banquo didn't let ambition control his actions negatively, nor allow him to trust and believe every thing he's told. Macbeth ignores the fact that the witches can be very tricky with their cryptic messages. After he's told the prophecy, he goes off to tell his wife about it. He is then influenced by his wife who makes a plan to usurp the king. Although his conscience knows murdering the king and and others is wrong, he commits his crimes anyway because of his wife's influence on him. Too add on, the play goes on to say, he went to visit the witches. He is very concerned and paranoid about those plotting to take his position as king away from him. They witches tell him "...none of woman born, shall harm Macbeth." Macbeth once again ignores any possible half-truths from them, and is instead overjoyed and relieved. He feels invincible, and his ambition leads him to be cocky that he will live long. The witches have Macbeth wrapped around their pinkies, because he trusts them. They're manipulating him and his ambition is clouding his judgement. They know how set his heart was about