unfair punishment

It was a dark and stormy night. I, Jonathan Harker, was shaking and I didn't know what was going on. I was seeing terrifying shadows around my room. Also, last night, I thought a person or a thing was behind me, but I couldn't see its reflection through the mirror. I didn't know what to do, so I started packing.

My legs are shaking with pain, but I need to know where I am and what strange things lie outside of that door way. Slowly I am making my way there, I hear people having a conversation just outside. I haven’t a clue what they are saying, it seems to be in some odd language. Finally I’m at the door. Terrified, I grab the knob and start to open it. It squeaks when I swing it open. In the hall I see no one, just white walls with white tile. “What the,” I say to out loud. I could have sworn I heard someone. My eye catches my room number, 387, it has my name on it. I look right and left, but see nothing expect florescent lighting and shut doors. I go to the door across from mine and try to open it. Locked, that’s odd. I try the next one, locked once again. I keep going, now at room 365 I give the knob a turn and it actually comes open. I hesitantly wander into the area. It looks the same as mine, minus the painting on one of the walls. It is an extremely abnormal painting. It depicts an out of the ordinary creature. “Why would this be in a hospital?” I whisper to myself.

Drug crimes against groups of differences have always been a topic of debate in the United States. The range of these disparities ranges from the use of marijuana to the use of crack between lower-class individuals. Groups of difference, such as lower-class African-Americans suffered very harsh penalties for the use of crack cocaine.

The low ceiling cowered above and the black plastic chairs formed a restless crowd around me. From my seat, I could smell the acute scent of cleaning fluid, whiteboard markers, and the nauseating perfume of the girl sitting next to me. Like so many other students, she exuded concentration. Her brows were drawn as her hand moved rapidly over the testing booklet, only pausing to reposition herself or cast an almost imperceptible sidelong glance. The effortlessness of her actions furthered my anxiety as I began tapping my foot uneasily against the speckled linoleum floor. Through the dusty shades that hung precariously in front the only window in the room, I could see the outline of a solitary building shadowed by the dense gray fog that clung to the courtyard outside. At that moment, I would have given anything to be able to run and scream at the top of my lungs. I had an inexplicable urge to break free from the confinement of that room and what it

The main idea and subject of this article is that parents with unjust harsh punishment techniques cause present and future issues for their children. The article discusses poverty stricken families have harsher techniques in parenting when compared to middle and higher classes. “...parents who live in poverty treat their children harshly more often, researchers say” (Inquirer 1). These punishments may have more than just some tears or a temporary wound. “When parents are too consistently harsh, their children's brains release stress chemicals…these chemicals are released when a person is in danger. These chemicals are toxic, or poisonous, to developing brains.

This weeks topic talks about reasonable sentencing, one that follows the guidelines set by the United States Sentencing Commission (Lane, 2007), and unreasonable sentencing, one that does not fall within those guidelines and is not justified by the judge (Lane, 2007). Many factors are taken into account when determining the sentence issued by the judge. Some of these factors are drug involvement, criminal history, premeditation, amount of harm or damage done, and whether or not the accused accepts responsibility for their actions (Sentencing and Rehabilitation, 2012). If the judge feels that a more severe or less severe punishment is warranted and can give justifiable reasons for such he can issue such a sentence and still be considered

I could not believe what I had just said, I said it so hastily that I thought no one had heard me, but the judge clearly heard me say “The defense moves to indict Isabella Moores of first degree murder.” Everybody in the courtroom was speechless, “This so called witness was planning to murder her mother since she ran away from home, all because her mother was constantly abusing her and I have evidence to prove it!”

They heard!--they suspected!--they knew!--they were making a mockery of my horror!” Due to the overwrought emotion the narrator was experiencing, he confessed to the murder, as he was unable to tolerate the sound any longer. “But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision!

Today in the United States a convicted criminal can lose their basic rights because of a simple drug charge. No longer will they be a free man or woman, but someone under control of the government. They lose their rights to vote and serve on juries which can then disincentive them from attempting to be a law abiding, citizen since they know they will be permanently labeled as second class. This legalized discrimination is then be paired with tactics like inaccessible parole officers, wage garnishing, and unwarranted stop and frisks. These actions can prevent former criminals from buying basic necessities, meeting their parole officers in a timely fashion and can ultimately cause them to end up in the penal system once again. After reading this work I can see that the current American Justice institution has been

My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.

Later, I lay awake in bed. There’s a strange feeling in the air, and I feel like someone is watching me. I pull the blinds up on the window, but there’s nothing to be seen but darkness. The ‘digi-clock’ on my bedside reads twelve o’ clock. I walk into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

As I was finishing getting ready for class I felt and ice cold chill running down my spine. Goosebumps were going up and down my arms and legs as well. I was scared to turn around because I knew that either someone or something was gonna be behind me. But, when I finally  turn around, there was nothing there. I went to my closet door and opened it only to find my cloths. I closed it and just as I was about to turn around a voice, kinda like a mans voice whispered in my ear just my dorm bed.

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be

It began the morning of September 1, we slept soundly through the night as we had always, but this time it was different. I heard ringing from the hallway but I wasn’t sure what it was, I peeked through the doorway,there was a creature standing there about to come in my room I slammed his head in and he suddenly stopped. As I went back to sleep and after five minutes I heard it again, this time the creature

Lying in bed in the middle of the night while sleep eludes me, a noise breaks through the silence. Oh my God! What was that!? Maybe it was just my imagination, or maybe it was just the house settling. There it is again! I must be hearing things. I get cold and my body starts to shiver uncontrollably. I peek to where the sound comes from and I could swear I see something through the dark room; it appears even darker than the surrounding area. Oh my! I think it just moved. My breathing becomes labored and I pull the covers over my head, trying to calm myself down while making my brain work through what just happened. Was I dreaming? Or did I just see a ghost?