Dirty Hands

The Dirty War in Argentina The Dirty War in Argentina occurred in Argentina, South America from approximately 1974-1983. It was also known as “The Process of National Reorganization.” (“Dirty War”) This was a time of state terrorism when the Argentine Military Government conducted terrorism against its own people. Also, this was a time of government corruption. Illegal actions were not uncommon at this time. Gangs would be able to rob and defile people and if they were taken to court, the gangs

disappearances in the 1970s (Gardner). This was considered the Dirty War of Argentina which was a seven year war between the Argentine government and political dissidents in Argentina ("Military."). Over 30,000 Argentines, mostly innocent people, disappeared, many of which were children aged 18 years or younger. Many families lost their children and loved ones. It seriously affected all of Argentina, making a dent in their population (Goldman). The Dirty War of Argentina began in 1973 when the Argentine military

“No, sir” The man said, “It is not for free.” Endless mass of junk was stretched to either side of the stinking ally. I picked up the rusty old trophy which bore my name. The cold iron surface was visible from the craters in the gold paint. I scratched the surface and a large chunk of the fake golden paint fell to the land. The person manning the junk glowered at me. I shrugged and put the trophy back. “Do you know that this piece of junk has my name carved on it?” I asked, amused. The man was confounded

I wake up just enough to roll over. As I do so, the annoying, repetitive sound of my alarm clock fills my ears. I groan and roll myself out of bed. I trudge over to my dresser and turn the alarm off. I don 't feel like going to school today, especially since I know that Dad will be calling Mom while I 'm gone. As I walk to the bathroom, I grab my phone from my desk. I see that I have two new messages and one new email. I read the first message, which is from my mom, telling me that she 'd be gone

massaging my body with a soapy sponge. Angelique gave me another glass of wine, which I drunk a little too fast; then she poured me some more. The hot soapy water felt good. The feel of the sponge making small firm circles on my skin was soothing. When the hand holding the sponge stalled over my breast, it did not bother me, and

the military way. I already know that if I even implied the truth about us Mom and Dad would argue all night long. "I thought I told you to get off that thing about an hour ago!", Dad said as he was trying to prove a point. He snatched it out of my hand and started scrolling down my contacts. They were all mainly my close girlfriends, well all except for one. The last boy on the planet my parents would ever want me to date, Liam Daniel Sanchez. With those dreamy hazel eyes, gorgeous light brown hair

“So let me get this straight, you’re going to find a legendary ring, slay a dragon, then marry a princess?” My friend Mary questioned. She was walking around the room still facing me. “Yes, indeed.” I replied. I certainly did intend on accomplishing this impossible dream. It might be a hard act to achieve, but no pain no gain right? “Jerry, don’t you think that’s too umm, big of a...” She started. “No, it’s not too big. I mean, sure it’s a hard thing to accomplish, but I believe I can

Walks alone upstairs using alternative feet Fine motor control: 0-3 years Birth: Reflexes give automatic tight hand grasp 4 Weeks: Hands tightly clenched and will only open when touched Not yet able to control hands Arms move when shown a toy (more random) Arms move together (symmetrically) Grasps rattle/finger when placed in baby’s hand Randomly brings hand to mouth Follows a moving face with eyes while lying on back Establishes eye contact Relaxes body when held and cuddled

care with my hands leaning back looking up at the colorful displays. While it is illegal in North Carolina to not have heavy bookshelves mounted to the ground, this day care had chosen to forgo that rule and use them as room dividers. A little boy on the other side of the divider with sandy blond hair shoved his backpack into the cubby, excited to go out and play among his friends. One of the poorly taken care of wheels on the bottom of this bookshelf collapsed toppling over onto my hand, crushing almost

Beigely Familiar You’re walking down the sidewalk on your way home. A chilly breeze blows, and you hunch your shoulders, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jacket. Feeling a need for spontaneity, you decide to take a different turn. After five minutes of walking you come upon a corner store. You feel an urge to go in and you don’t know why; maybe because the store looks impossible somehow, with its smudged outline and colors that are slightly less visible than the colors of the other buildings