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Identity can be defined as the fact of being whom or what a person is. Internal and external factors shape a child’s concept of their own identity. These factors include the environmental setting, family, community, and the media. In the novel Room by Emma Donoghue, the 5-year-old narrator/protagonist Jack learns his identity through exploring the familiar space he occupies, the close relationship between he and his mother, and watching television. It is clear that Jack faces many challenges, which lead him to discover how his identity is shaped; this is evident through the exploration of him forming personal attachments to his mother, the room he lived in, and the problems he encounters to the new outside

Harvey Milk once said “it takes no compromising to give people their rights. It takes no money to respect the individual. It takes no survey to remove repressions.” He lived in a time when there was discrimination of homosexuals and he experienced it; being the first gay man elected to Board of Supervisors in San Francisco. In the 1940’s and 50’s homosexual people were discriminated it was viewed as a disease and was described as “sociopathic personality disturbance. Homosexual activities were illegal and people were imprisoned for having consensual sex with another man. Despite the dangers and difficulties, homosexual people found a way to meet and confide in themselves. Most wrote books as a way to express themselves; it gave

"Dance with me." He murmured and grabbed your hand, pulling you from the couch, into his chest.

The patient then began to vent about her PCP and her Nursing staff as to how they are treating her. The only reason, the patient continues to see this PCP due to seeing this provider for a length of time and this PCP has completed her medical protection prior. The patient then made a comment to this writer, ": If I do not dose for a couple of days, you will know why.....I might admit myself to New Britain General Hospital......I really got to go.......I just want you know, I am dirty. I did use last night as I am stress...you can see that right. I want to be honest with you." When asked by this writer as to what she used, her response was crack cocaine by smoking the substance. The substance was given to her by a friend. This writer was clearly concern about the patient's well-being and the patient replied with a smile, " I will be alright....I just want to share this with

“Michael, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that this was going to happen, I just came out of my room, looked down the stairs and saw you lying there seemingly dead.” she said. The doctor has been trying to make different vitamins that could possibly help me start walking again.

He led me inside, where I instantly warmed up as I stepped inside. “Make yourself at home, I’ll be right back,” he said as he left to where I’m guessing was the kitchen.

“How is he doing?” I said, looking down the hall to room N52, to his room.

“You can go get that now.” I said as I walked back inside to go to sleep. He sighed and grabbed his jacket and

His lips landed roughly on yours, stealing the air from your lungs and leaving your mind empty, devoid of all thoughts except one. Your hands tangled in his thick hair, tugging as you felt your body burn with sudden heat. His teeth nipped roughly at your neck before his lips lavished it with attention, making your body demand his. You could feel his smirk against your skin and you sighed in sweet resignation. You hadn't seen him in three days and it looked like he had missed you as much as you had missed him.

There was a gradual rise to climatic actions as he began to venture through every crevice of your body. He knew where to touch you which made you smirk as laid kisses all over your neck. James knew what the hell he was doing. You

He wrapped his arms around me and cuddled me closer to him. One of his hands reached up and began playing with my hair.

“Don’t hey baby me.” she looked at me in shock. My grandmother grabbed my hand to pull me away. I snatched my hand from her and approached Miracle.

"Still! Stop!" You wrapped the towel around you and he put his around his hips. He leaned in and kissed you chastely. His lips took you to what you think heaven probably feels like, his fingers running absent mindedly across your jaw and you both feel like you're in the clouds. He leaned out and smiled really big.

He turned forward and continued walking. He went to his room and took a seat on his bed. After spending some time organising his belonging,

me to come in and to follow him. He waddled into the living room where