Know Nothing

didn’t need to know about The Ancient Mayan Civilization or have a need for calculus to be successful in my job. At the same time with everything going on in the world today, I think the humanities may benefit some of the people who are freaking out behind the history of this country they live in. If anything I’d wish there would’ve been advanced home economics classes. I come from a single parent home, as well as the first in my family to graduate college. My mother didn’t know much about a budget

shift with this man. Matt began acting strange for a lack of better word around me. It started off small of course, him not asking me anymore how I was or what I was doing. Instead, he began demanding answers. He did not want to know where or what I was doing, he needed to know. If I would not answer fast enough he would end up calling me stating ludicrous assumptions about what I was actually doing. I, of course, ignored it, creating ridiculous excuses in my head the entire time. Oh, he is just scared

decisions can't make things any worse, can it?" Naruto scratched his head. "I don't know. I feel like if we change the past too much, we'll be unable to predict the future and make things worse. Maybe it's just a weird gut feeling." "Or maybe it's because you're hungry." Sakura pouted. She immediately became serious. "Honestly Naruto, I don't know either. Once we change the past enough, we'll be unable to know what happens in the future. But we have to make the risk and prevent the war from ever

cases in the US, about one third of them end up unsolved. The unfortunate murder of 'The Boy In The Box' is no exception. The spine chilling case of 'The Boy In The Box' is about the devastating death of a little boy found in Philidelphia and no one knows who or what killed him. The mysterious death left many investigators baffled about who the boy was and how he died. Many people from different places developed their own theories to conclude his death, but like any other theories, there's always

hand, was more relaxed. It was full of funny videos, late night thoughts, and the fifty-a-day birthday posts. Those stupid birthday posts. Why it felt more important for someone to wish you well over social media rather than in person I will never know. This platform was less fake than Instagram, but how real is anything on the internet? This, of course, did not matter to me

rewriting job descriptions, to promoting, to firing, rehiring, and establishing a training program, no task will be easy, but will be well worth it to turn things around within the hotel. As the General Manager walking into a new hotel where no one knows me, I would be nervous to make any huge changes right off the bat. However, in this particular hotel, many things need to be added and changed,

by Kinsley. Kinsley goes on to teach us about how we need to know the facts before we pass it on to others. We aren’t allowed to come up with an answer to something because we think it should be that way, we need to know the knowledge behind everything that we try to pass onto others. We shouldn’t be ignorant because we want an answer to something to be a certain way, because if we all just came up with our own answers, we wouldn't know the truth about a lot of things in

"Alden, why in the hell have you brought a stranger into our abode? You know better than anyone not to do that!" These are the first words that Avory hears as soon as she enters the caverned entryway of what she thinks is the place the man, whom she now believes is Alden, lives in. Fully entering, the territorial bark of defense and anger that came from a woman, one looking no older than in her late thirties, doesn't make Avory whimper in fear, instead makes her curiosity smash into her like a ton

The confusing thing about this whole situation? No one knows how it happens. The only clues the police could find were minuscule and pointless, each victim was found with different clothes and small lighter. On November 22, Lydia Bower went missing. Her body was found a few days later, floating in the ocean. Her parents had already bought a casket, fit for her size. This was the third murder in one month. Our town was cursed. And there was nothing we could do about it. Tuesday, November 30, 1982- Morning

As James Joyce’s short story “Eveline” begins, the reader is introduced to a young woman sitting at the front window in her home, her history and the setting unfolding around her. It is soon revealed that this character’s name is Eveline Hill. Also in the exposition, which spans the majority of the story, two key pieces of imagery are used: a field and a yellowing photograph. At the end of the story, wedged between the crisis and the recognition, is the last piece of imagery -- the sea. One can determine