30/9/11 Room 101: Wasps Wasps. They are annoying, pointless and persistent pests. Perpetually prodding people with their pricks, you know their stinger, they poison people without reason. When I was 8, I had a horrific experience with one of these foul creatures. I wanted to go out on my bike so I went to the shed to get my helmet, unknowing of the evil that lurked within.
The moved with incredible speed crawling on all fours. Their teeth grew long and sharp as to tear the flesh off of dead creatures. Being cowards they would never fight, instead they'd watch on waiting for the bigger prey to fall. They hid inside cars, in hollowed out walls, in sewers, even inside empty gas containers at the long forgotten stations. The mutated were the poor souls that
I was sixteen when I got pregnant. I moved in with my boyfriend and later got married. I didn’t worked through my pregnancy but after the nine months, my husband couldn’t pay the bill any longer so I had to go back to work. I applied in different restaurants and I finally herd back from a Native American Restaurant. I wasn’t happy with my life, but that is the life I chose.
Fast Food Nation: Cogs in the Great Machine After reading, the meatpacking industry astonishes me in several ways. Iowa Beef Packers (IBP) is one of the biggest meatpacking industries in the United States and in my opinion, cruel to their animals. Meatpacking industries are competitive and personally believe that the industries are mostly concerned with the money. The old Chicago slaughterhouses were usually brick buildings, four or five stories high. Cattle were herded up wooden ramps to the top floor, where they were struck on the head with a sledgehammer, slaughtered, and then disassembled by skilled workers.
The cows have no say in what they have to eat so they are pretty much fed toxic garbage. Next, the food industry should be changed because each burger contains one-hundred different pieces of cows. Imagine people eating all of the cows on one farm. John White, a meat farmer, said that people are always calling him, complaining about people getting sick because of eating two bites of a burger and he is tired of it. Before, tobacco farming was very popular, but now it has changed to meat farming.
Dear Diary, I had the craziest day at school today. We went on a trip to some ancient Greek ruins. Even though Mr. Brunner was leading the trip it didn’t make anything better. On the way to the ruins (on the coach) Nancy Bobofit kept winding me up by throwing her rotten food at my best friend Grover. She knew I couldn’t do anything as I’m on probation, and apparently I’m on my last chance.
Our god is angered greatly every time he sees a kid with swag. Our god views Davis as the eighth deadly sin. Every year because there are so many of these kids, our god punishes them with bad sports teams and no school spirit. Davis sports teams are punished by losing many games, having winless seasons, and always lose to their rivals Ike. God’s wrath has sent their spirit to the depths
The animals, seeing the fall of their hero, fought harder than ever, from sadness and the desire for revenge. “Long Live Animal Farm!” Snowball pounced on Mr. Jones, knocking his rifle out of his hand with ease. Meanwhile, the cowardly Napoleon tried to sneak away from the chaos within the cowshed, only stopped by a rugged man, who spat, “you’re not goin’ anywhere!” Napoleon took to his heels and fled, with the man close behind, brandishing his long stick. The human invaders were desperate. The animals fought with renewed courage and determination due to Boxer’s death, but their stamina was giving way.
Macroeconomics | Occupational Licensing | Regulations | | Karina Bueno | 12/14/2011 | Dr. Dearmon | Occupational Licensing Cosmetology has always been my preferred career choice. When I spoke to my father about being a cosmetologist, he opposed completely and handed me a list of business degrees to choose from. I spent my freshman and sophomore year of college completely hating the business school which my father had forced me to attend to. This past summer, I failed my first course, Microeconomics. So here I was, hating my future accounting degree, hating economics, hating management, failing classes, but most of all hating the fact that I was struggling with something I did not want to do at all much less for the rest of
In the fall of 2006, I started my first year of college at the University of Illinois at Springfield. Within my first few weeks there I hated it; not because I was homesick, but because the work was too hard. The social life was great but behind closed doors I struggled with bio-chemistry and my professor was not making it easy, especially since he failed all 6 African American students in the class. Once that happened I decided to have a conference with him to see where I went wrong. He responded by saying, “I was never fond of black people, and helping you was is the question”.