The Red Notebook

DISSOLVES TO: INT. REBECCA’S ROOM - DESK - DAY Numbers emerge and rapidly increase on the vibrant screen of Rebecca’s laptop, reaching $20,000 DISSOLVES TO: Richard is being pushed into a police car, handcuffed. The SOUND of sirens are blaring, and red and blue lights are reflected on nearby homes. FLASHBACK ENDS CUTS TO: CLAIRE(cont’d) (reaches over rail of hospital bed and hugs

A Tearful Impact Mishibi was a man who loved to write poems. He always had his tattered notebook with him, and his eyes twinkled when he had an idea. I always loved the way he would nibble on his pencil, and I would play with his long hair to help him relax. It was a beautiful spring day. The crops were nearly ready to harvest, but all I could do was meditate and pray. My mother fell ill during the winter and wasn’t able to move by herself. After an hour of mantras, I left her to sleep, walked out

Jesse Coronado Professor Alan Maples COSC 1301-33420 March 9, 2017 Case Study 1 In this case study, I am tasked with helping my three finds find computers that would match their life and responsibilities perfectly. Three of my friends have asked me to configure a new computer for each of them. Each and every one of my friends have a two-thousand-dollar price limit. The price limit applies to the computer hardware, software communications and peripheral components of the personal computer. Friend

The sun blazing down from a cloudless sky and the humidity made the heat waves feel like I was sitting inside a microwave while in the parking lot of Grossmont College. My body shaky as many thoughts bounced around; I gathered my sloppy notebook to interview a woman who had made her way from just being known as a professor to becoming someone I called an inspiration. I zipped up the ramp and around the corner to the Administration of Justice office where I knew she was promptly waiting for me to

blue suit to promote his recent film. He kept a hand in his pocket, as he struck a casual pose. The Notebook star was joined by Christian Bale and Steve Carrell. Their co-star Brad Pitt was not at the premiere as he is thought to be in Cambodia where his wife Angelina Jolie is making a movie. Christian Bale attended with his wife Sibi Blazic as they matched in black, holding hands as they walked the red carpet while Carrell was with wife Nancy. Others at the event included Karen Gillan, who also stars

there was a large brown wooden desk. Around the perimeter of the desk there were white string origami lights which were shut off. At the base there was an eight hole power strip which had the lights, a personal laptop computer plugged into it, two notebooks, a pencil case (with pencils), six novel sized books, a half eaten chocolate bar and a lamp. Live in Dorm Student The dorm student whose room I had the pleasure of excavating is eighteen years of age, female gendered, caucasian descent, and seemingly

Separating Substances: Identifying Food Dyes with TLC Background The color of food is an integral part of our culture and enjoyment of life. Who would deny the mouth-watering appeal of a deep-pink strawberry ice cream on a hot summer's day or a golden Thanksgiving turkey garnished with fresh green parsley? Even early civilizations such as the Romans recognized that people "eat with their eyes" as well as their palates. Saffron and other spices were often used to provide a rich yellow color

In Anchiano, Italy on April 15, 1452, an artistic child was born in out of wedlock, his name; Leonardo Da Vinci. Because Leonardo was born out of wedlock - parents who are not married before the birth of the child - he was considered an illegitimate, or bastard, child. His father Florentine notary Ser Piero was a well-respected man who owned estate nearby Vinci. The mother of Leonardo was a youthful peasant woman by the name of Caterina Amadori. Young Leo moved into his father’s estate when he was

Writing has always been something I dread. It’s weird because I love talking and telling stories, but the moment I have to write it all down on paper, I become frantic. It’s almost as if a horse race just begun in my mind, with hundreds of horses, or words, running through my mind, unable to place them in chronological order. Because I struggle to form satisfying sentence structure, it takes me hours, sometimes even days, to write one paper. It’s not that I think I’m a “bad writer,” I just get discouraged

his death. During my years in Detroit, a city in Michigan, one of my fondest memories of my grandfather was taking me to ride the bus, taking a different route every day. We would always walk to the main bus station around the corner, choose a random red and white bus to get on, and ride to the end of the line and back. At every stop on the way, he would explain to me where the place was and its significance. Occasionally, we would pay a visit to some of the more important stops, such as the city zoo