Brittney Smith a 17 year old girl who goes to Maplewood High School where she is an honor roll student, a cheerleader, and is the student body president for the Junior classmen. She enjoys spending time with her family, hanging out with her friends, and she make sures that she makes the right decisions for the school. Brittney usually gets along with everyone in the school even the unpopular kids, but there is this one person she doesn’t like or can’t stand to be around. His name is Andre Jones, Andre is the captain of the basketball team and star player. Even though Brittney is around Andre during basketball games, she still refuses to talk to him or go near him.
As a side note, clockwork orange is a vile, wicked movie, which you guys should not bother watching. It is a demonic, sicking piece of garbage. That is a warning. I do not suggest that you watch that disturbing, evil movie, at all. On a lighter note, the video that Bunnee just put up, not too long ago, was a waste of my time to watch, but she looks neat-looking in it in some ways, but the video is lame, for the most part, with the queerish-looking dude in it, which is not Dogman.
501 It was Halloween night, my three friends Bryce, Zach, and Bailey and I were so excited, it was the 666th Halloween, we had all met up at Bryce’s Brother KY’s house in Donaldson, Arkansas. We had been invited to this Halloween party in down town Malvern on the train tracks by ACME Brick. So we called Bailey’s sister Megan because she lives beside KY’s house and KY and his Fiancé Megan wouldn’t take us to that part of Malvern because it is one of the worst neighborhoods in Malvern. So she takes us to the opposite side of Malvern and dropped us off at Bryce’s mom’s house on Louisiana st.
Jeremy, Ready I’m going spastic: I really don’t need to drink.. or pot.. I think they calmed me down if anything. I always heard if you type in caps it means you are yelling… I don’t yell much in person because I feel if you want to hear what I have to say listen closely.
The Difference We are all human. We all have our own opinion. We all have the right to think how we want to. The community treats people who are different with no respect or acceptance. We all deserve acceptance and respect from our peers.
Muckraking is what us muckrakers do which is to point out the negatives of the society in which we live in and show how corrupted the government system can be. Also how selfish people can be by treating others and the environment cruelly just for their own beneficial gain. There’s different types of muckrakers such as photographers, speakers and also journalists such as myself who will investigate to tell you the truth of what’s unjust and unfair in the world we live in today. In this article I will talk to you about the innocent civilians of today’s society and about the things that have been going on: such as the unsafe products that companies are making you work with, some of our children having to work jobs that we should have to work, natural resources being wasted disgracefully and other horrible topics as well. Do you think companies really truly do care about their customers or just the benefits they get by having us the people buy the products they sell?
and I said them. They made me think a certain way and I thought that way. I lived in a very judgmental environment. I could not be someone else I had to continuously adopt the label they gave me and any time I violated that label they would get really
Have you ever come across a character that has virtually no flaws? Maybe they can take out waves, and waves of enemies with just the tap of their finger? Maybe they have a terribly traumatic backstory that should give them some sort of PTSD, but they aren’t in any way affected? Are they simply just perfect in every way? Well, that kind of character is called a Mary Sue (female) or a Gary Stu (male).
The words the escape some people's mouths are like knives being thrown against your back, stabbing you deeper than you could have ever anticipated. Maybe some people don’t realize the hurt they are causing people to feel, just because they don’t physically touch them. Shaming people for who they are or the color of their skin, might just be worse than physical touch. Calling someone out for something they can’t change, like being a person of color, is horrible. But people constantly do.
If I’m here on TV in front of millions of american adults, it means I have something really important to tell you. Did you ever say, implicitly or explicitly, that the lyrics of African-American songs are inappropriate, especially those of rappers such as N.W.A? Statistics say that 90 percent of our population have, and most of the time it was explicitly in front of black people. Now, did you ask yourself why is the language of African-Americans inappropriate? Statistics say that 70 percent of the american population doesn’t know the reason and thinks that because we are born black, we should be bad.
“I have a bit to say concerning what’s been going on recently. Specifically, I would like to talk about the little things and the big things. From the everyday unkind word to the shootings. From the quarrels to the civil war. Because at the end of the day, it’s all pointing towards the bigger picture.
Do you want celebrate Halloween at school? I don’t want to celebrate Halloween. They are many reasons that I don’t like Halloween, but I will only include three. Although, some people love to do Halloween in school I’m not one of them. It would be unfair if parents don’t want their children to do Halloween, or they can’t afford costumes, other students may steal candy, and kids may get picked on based on their costumes.
INTRO Cute, cuddly, loving, puppies! Everyone wants a: Cute, cuddly, loving, puppy!
Topic: consequences of believing in false myths about technology Purpose: To Inform my audience about the consequences of believing in false myths about technology. Introduction I. Attention Getter: Have you ever heard myths concerning your phone or maybe your tablet or even your laptop?
Green blades of grass by the thousands, children all about scattered across the field, thuds of balls in the distance bouncing against lucid tan walls, as to break up the deafening chatters of young school children running about, geared up to learn anything new headed there way. There I stood in the middle of it all. Palms sweaty, heart racing, and just waiting for them to notice me. Waiting to be tortured by the pintsized terrorist soldiers ready for war. Every now and again I wondered if they knew how I felt.
