Tears, Idle Tears

his shoulder, trying to comfort him. Sobs echoed from across the room, reaching my ears and causing a fresh wave of fury to erupt inside me. I glare straight across the room at this chubby little boy folded in his, just as chubby, mothers arms. His tears stained her obnoxious yellow cashmere sweater, which clashed frighteningly with her bright, from the box, blonde hair. And cue my mother’s arrival. Great. My heart stopped, jumping into my throat and choking me. She looked at me, her son, Nathan, his

| Lysozyme activity | Observed in tears and saliva | | Connie Jamieson | 3/1/2012 | | Abstract Lysozyme is an enzyme found in both tears and saliva. Each time we blink our eyes, our eyelids wash tears over the surface of our eyes. In addition, our mouth is continually producing saliva. A spectrophotometer set to 450nm was used to measure the effect of lysozyme on bacteria. The absorbance or optical density was measured for each sample at specific times with a total measuring time of

First day of January 2010 is the day that I would never forget. Everything that happened on that day will always stay vivid in my memory. It all started with a Sunday morning. Unlike usual, that day, I woke up with a bright smile on my face. As soon as I opened my eyes, my sight immediately looked at the side of the grey cupboard at the corner of my room where I hung the calendar. I was so happy when I saw the calendar and the day of first January had finally arrived. I have been waiting for that

in Houston. I also think about all my family and friends I am leaving behind. I’m going to miss Boston so much. As I look out of the car window for the last time, everything looks blurry, and unclear, my eyes fill with tears. A tear runs down my cheek, and soon, many more tears follow it. I feel like a baby that is crying because it is hungry. My stomach is churning and my heart is beating at one hundred miles an hour.

The bell rang and that concluded my final day at college. I went to Stanford University with my friend Thomas White. Thomas and I were practically together for our whole life, we were even born in the same hospital on the same day. We were inseparable and did everything together. When we finished our years at college we decided to go travel. We had always dreamed of it and now we had a chance. So we bought two one way tickets to Ecuador that left in a week. “Did you pack everything

(not edited) Nova 's P.O.V Darkness... Darkness is all I see right now I somehow know I 'm not dead but not alive either I 'm in between both like a coma not dead nor alive just sleeping. I look around trying to find away out, "Hello?" I ask but nothing happens I start walking around with no direction not knowing if I 'm going round and round I 'm not scared I actually feel relaxed I don 't know why. "Hello?" I ask again, this time something appears in front of me it 's like a movie screen I stare

am interrupted with screaming from the other room. I jump out of the chair, pushing it to the ground and rush to see my mom located on the wooden floor wailing, her voice penetrating my ears. She keeps repeating the words “no, no, no” in a fit of tears and screams. I am paralyzed at her behavior and don 't know what to do. She notices me with her bloodshot eyes standing with my arms at my sides, frozen, and says in a strained voice and between sobs. “Lindsey is dead; there was a wreck and she died

When I saw my sisters phone drop out of her hand, I knew something was wrong. She immediately fell to the ground and started sobbing. My step-mother snatched the phone off the floor. The thought of something hurting my sister, who rarely ever cries, to the point of her not being able to move made me start to sob. My mother was on her way to come get my sisters Lauren, Alecia, and I for the weekend. My parents haven’t been together since I was six, and I go to my mother’s house every other weekend

smarting palms back, he made me hold them out again. He looked at my dry eyes in a kind of fury, as though he'd failed unless he drew water from them." (Page 9) Hagar's father straps her hands with a ruler but even as a child, she will not let her tears be seen, she will not let him see that he is hurting her. Even when her brother Dan is near death, she will not comfort him, for it requires that she act as their mother, which to her is despicable. "But all I could think of was that meek woman I'd

to know the answer. Not that I love to interfere with their sorrows but I just want to have my curiosity get answered. Do they cry for no reason? Some people say women are beyond emotional. They cry because their hearts are soft, they also waste tears because they are partly weak, in comparison with men. I thought those were enough for