Slya was a tricky girl. She was always getting away with things everywhere she went; this was true until the present week. Foley was a straight A type of kid. She always turned in her work with the whole page covered in lead or ink. Foley was working on a long-term project that included pictures, examples, and tons of writing. At the moment, she was rushing to print out her report in the library. She had just printed it out when the bell rang, making her grab her papers in a single flash. From trying to hurry, she forgot to logout of her email. Slya, noticing all of this, had not done her report and decided to print a copy of Foley's report. Knowing that the report can’t entirely be the same as Foley’s, she changed a few words. When the teacher asked the students to hand in their projects, Slya turned in the plagiarized copy of Foley’s. The next day, Slya and Foley’s teacher had called them both outside to talk to them. Foley, being a very good girl, was perplexed of why she would be called outside with such a person as Slya. Slya had a feeling she knew why she was called outside, and she was scared stiff. “Last night I was viewing all the projects the class typed, and I noticed I read the same paper twice with one slightly different,” the teacher said, a chilling tone of a voice that any person that was in the wrong would want to hide from. “Slya, I’d like for you to explain to me what your project was about, then Foley, you can tell me about yours afterwards.” Slya knew she was in trouble now. She did not know what Foley wrote about exactly, but she had read a sentence that talked about Global Warming. “Um… I wrote about Global Warming, because my mom was talking about it the day you assigne... ... middle of paper ... ...t be pretty. Mr. Hylan dismissed Foley as Slya spoke to her mom. Anyone could notice Slya was trying not to cry. When Slya hung up the phone, she walked over to Mr Hylan’s desk and told him that her mother wanted her to receive at least an one hour detention. “Alright, I hope you know you’ll be going to room 56 on Friday after school for your detention. Just sign your name here and the date, have your mom sign it when you get home, and return it to me tomorrow. You may go to break now.” Slya did as she was told and quickly left the classroom, feeling safer when she was out the door. When the time came for Slya to serve her detention, she felt a little lighter. She would feel even worse if no one had found out. She was glad that she was being punished. As the hour passed by, Slya felt more cheerful that she had learned this valuable lesson.
emotions onto the paper she was able to find a sort of peace with her
and she made sure people knew it. But was this merely a mask to cover a cowardly
Situation: After the girls were caught in the woods dancing, the girls face a strict interrogation from Parris and Hales. To escape her own punishment, Abigail puts the blame on Tituba by claiming that Tituba forced her to drink the chicken blood. Tituba, left to fend for herself, quickly realizes the only way she has to overcome this conviction is to confess to it. She boldly claims that she is in fact working for the devil, and continues by claiming that the devil had asked her repeatedly to kill Parris.
Claire suddenly rushes downstairs to the basement. She begins to look under the bed and feels a paper and grabs it and it reads:
At first the girl was saddened by the harsh words of her bullies, but that sadness didn’t last
...ontradicting herself, and pointing the finger. Although she most likely has experienced these acts of unjust treatment, she seems to put the reader in the position to doubt the credibility of what she has to say time and again.
In 1945, Flannery O’Connor transferred to the University of Iowa after receiving a scholarship for journalism. After a few months, she realized journalism was not her dream. She talked t...
But once the accusations started, she couldn’t back out for fear that her name would be ruined even more. She was just as scared as the other girls involved, but had to hide it behind the lies and cunning actions because she had no one to turn to in her time of need. She felt power, and like she had a place in life for once, when the other girls followed her and her decisions.
The late nineteenth century was changing time in American history. The United States of America was the number one industrial nation and a new wave of imperialism had begun. In this time, women are still not equal to men and are expected to live a certain way. Upper class women at this time were expected to be domestic. More than half a century later, the 1950’s, American culture was rapidly transforming. Pop culture was drastically changing, as rock music becomes popular, television shows becoming widespread, and the best actors ever known in this time. The fifties were a time of happiness and fun, especially for the average American teenager. The name teenagers was formed in this time because of young people trying to distinct themselves. Teenagers had much freedom and trouble. The new automobiles and leisure time lead young people to do wild things. The Awakening, by Kate Chopin, reveals a woman, Edna Pontellier who unleashes her true self. Edna Pontellier is a women living in the late 19th century in the Creole society of southern Louisiana. Being from Kentucky, she is unlike most women in the culture. In the film, Dead Poets Society, boys at a Vermont private school in 1959 become interested in the English subject, especially Neil Perry, taught in an unorthodox way. Edna Pontellier, the main character of The Awakening, and Neil Perry, the main character of the Dead Poets Society, share similar characteristics. Both protagonists go through a realization of what they want and should be doing in life. They both have two important people in their lives that help them with their realizations of life. Even though Edna and Neil have similar characteristics, they also have differences. Edna Pontellier, in Kate Chopins The Awakening, ...
“One more thing Cinderella. You can only go to the dance if you finish you work. And I will send contract saying that it doesn’t matter if you went to the dance or not you still will drop out of school.” Her step-mother had sinister pleasant voice in her throat.
This time, the teacher caught all of them cheating. The girls threathened Miona not to saying anything or she would be in trouble. Miona was in a dilimna and the pressure was gettng to her. Then she recalled what her mom said. Finally, Miona shouted out, "I was not the one cheating". Since Miona started talking, the other two girls tried to convince the teacher that it was Miona that was cheating and they were trying to stop her. But Miona insist talking by telling the teacher about her up bringing and what her mom told her to do if it ever happened. One thing remained with the teacher. Miona was an A student and the other girls were not. The teacher did the math and knew what the right decision was. On top of that, Miona finally shared that she was bullied into sharing her answers. The teacher checked the work and found the same answers as Miona. One of the girls made a mistake and copied Miona 's name as
Salzman, Mark. True Notebooks: a Writer's Year at Juvenile Hall. New York: Vintage, 2004. Print.
School systems today are so lenient in their rules, guidelines and consequences; thus causing cheating, copying or forgeries to be frequently used. Many students take advantage of copying someone else's work whenever they are given the chance. Other times, students will simply have someone else do their work and turn it in as their own, not realizing the effects this behavior can create. This creates a lack of creativity, no sense of responsibility and the students will never acquire new knowledge. These practices of cheating, copying and forgery by students are unethical and should be brought to the surface whenever possible.
Tom stared at the paper for a few seconds, dumbfounded. A thousand thoughts went through his mind. What is going on? Why was she planning to do this? He look quickly at his watch. It was 9:50. Tom grabbed his coat and left his apartment.
The letter was typed. Mike could just see her, hunched over the computer, laboring over every punctuation mark, squinting because she hated her glasses and refused to wear them. The whore.