Left-handedness

Secondly, My family was she ate with the fingers that really made my mother angry. In my culture, using chopsticks to eat is a long tradition in Vietnam and other Asian countries. Vietnamese chopsticks were often made from wood or bamboo because they were typical of the Vietnamese village culture such as the pictures of bamboo. We use chopsticks to enjoy food, including rice, noodle or savory pastry. As far as I knew, Europeans used knives, forks in their meal. That was the way of eating imitated

9-18-16 The book I first chose was No Time Like The Present, the main line that intrigued me about the book was “the inescapable moral ambiguities of daily life”. This related to me because everyday of my life throughout my daily routine I deal with morals. Choosing to go an extra mile or to take time out of my life to help someone is an inescapable moral, the morals I feel towards are always with me. After reading into the book a couple pages, my feelings toward the book started to change from

That woman Estelle,'" the note reads, "'is partly the reason why George Sharp and I are separated today.' Dirty crepe-de-Chine wrapper, hotel bar, Wilmington RR, 9:45 a.m. August Monday morning." Since the note is in my notebook, it presumably has some meaning to me. I study it for a long while. At first I have only the most general notion of what I was doing on an August Monday morning in the bar of the hotel across from the Pennsylvania Railroad station in Wilmington, Delaware (waiting for a train

Occupational Profile Angelo is a 65-year-old male who has left-sided hemiparesis because of a right cerebrovascular accident that occurred 7 years ago. Though he has left upper extremity weakness, it does not affect his right upper extremity, which is his dominant side. Angelo uses a cane to ambulate between locations, yet he needs to use a rail in order to climb up stairs, and he uses an ankle-foot-orthosis to support his left foot. Although Angelo has no visual and/or perceptual deficits, Angelo

light flashed on, I tore the bright tapes apart and I made my way down the stairs. Looking around there were many things that made my search for evidence even simpler. That was when I found the first evidence that appeared. It was the one thing she left before she died. Her phone. I picked it up with my hands nervously shaking. I looked into it and there were many images but the one that caught my eye was pictures of Aubrey wrapped to a chair with slap marks and more pain that I couldn't even imagine

resembled a prima ballerina, using my mother’s piano to spot my turns, preventing dizziness and maintaining control. Several minutes of the high-flying fun came to an end and I tamped down the growing guilt of disobeying my father by noting I had not left the newspaper he had set under the cans to collect any spills. I couldn’t be doing anything too terrible, right? I was filled with the same exhilaration you might feel after riding the roller coaster at the amusement park. I was dizzy and smiling

Shephered’ carrying a lamb on his shoulders is derived from a Greek prototype of which the Hermes Criophoros is an example-although by no means the only one.” In this ceiling painting the Good Shepherd is shown holding a lamb with his right hand and in his left he his holding the feed for the lambs. The use of the calf is less common than

side. Welcome to Afghanistan. Bitter laughter fills my head. “Major James D. reporting for duty sir.” White birds start chirping above me. General William P. enters. My battered right hand rises instinctively above my right brow in a salute and my left hand grasps the familiar metal in its possession tighter. Although the sand muffles the sound of the General’s boots, the ascendancy in his disciplined strides remains steadfast as he makes his way towards his

being watched and followed and thirdly this person knows about the heart. I ran down as fast as I could and determination brought the worst for me. It was dark and the leak was dropping blood at every step that I took. The smell of the blood had left an odour in the flats. I could feel the cold glazing over my skin, I felt icy splinters lodged into my heart as the rain tapped hard on my head, every drop of rain was every worry that clung onto my mind. I walked slowly shaking at every step and praying

I subbed for a kindergarten class one day this school year and they didn’t know their left hand from their right hand. I put my hand out and said, “If you see an L then it’s your left hand.” The next time I subbed for them their assistant teacher said, “Now show me your left hand.” I then saw kids put out their hands to see which one was their left. A kindergartener named Hanley said, “I know which one is my left hand from this way.” It’s the little things I do that I never notice can impact people’s