I live on a car lot. My front yard is gravel and asphalt with intermittent splotches of eternally black oil unyielding to any cleaning agent natural or otherwise. Our house is built on the lot right beside iron train tracks. And of course there is the constant image of old cars lined up in rows, not junky just old. It's embarrassing to live under these conditions, but I wouldn't change the situation at all.
My family moved onto the car lot when I was in seventh grade. My father had been in the used car business for only about five years. As an adult my father had switched jobs more often than most middle class parents are accustomed. Before taking on the title of a car salesman, he had held a well-paying state department position in which he trained the unemployed so they could find work. However, he claims that by the end his job had become more about paper work and less about people. You see, my dad is a businessman, or at least prides himself as one. People are his game. He saw the car business as the perfect profession to utilize his gifts that were so shamefully being wasted at his old job.
Those first years of his being a car salesman, however, I almost never saw my dad. I would get up and be off to school before he awoke, and I would be asleep or at least in bed before he was able to drag his exhausted and overworked body in the front door and collapse in the bed. Often he would be unable to eat dinner until he slept for a couple hours. I can still remember a few times seeing him sitting on the couch at 2 o'clock in the morning in his pajamas eating cottage cheese and peaches and watching Headline News.
Needless to say, my father grew tired of living such an existence. Sure, he was supporting his family, but I'm certain he felt horrible about his lack of time with his children. This case is of course what led to my father's suggestion that we move into the building next to his office on the lot. This "house" was actually just another office building with a kitchen. Furthermore this car lot had been erected in the same location as all the other dealerships in our community: downtown.
I did start at 9:00 and did finish at 9:18:30. I run fast as much as I could to run for the measured distance of 1.5 miles but at the last 2-3 minutes I could not run and I walked. After I ended the 1.5 miles I started to do some cool down for a few minutes by walking and lightly jogging.
Investigating The Effect of Temperature on the Structure of an Enzyme Introduction: For my GCSE Biology assessment I will be investigating the enzyme amylase with the substrate starch. This reaction, which I am going to investigate, is called the protein test for starch. Aim: My intention for this observation is to examine how the enzyme catalyses are affected by changes in temperature. Safety Precautions: In this investigation I am going to make sure that everything is as safe as possible and prevent any accidents from occurring.
This book is about a slave with a half-white mother and a white father. He was born in North Carolina and missed death in the first few days of his life. His mother’s mistress wanted to kill him because he was the son of his mother’s slave master. She went to his mother’s room at night with a knife but his Grandmother saved his life. Not to long after that he and his mother were sold.
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Fourteen thousand. That is the estimated number of Sudanese men, women and children that have been abducted and forced into slavery between 1986 and 2002. (Agnes Scott College, http://prww.agnesscott.edu/alumnae/p_maineventsarticle.asp?id=260) Mende Nazer is one of those 14,000. The thing that sets her apart is that she escaped and had the courage to tell her story to the world. Slave: My True Story, the Memoir of Mende Nazer, depicts how courage and the will to live can triumph over oppression and enslavement by showing the world that slavery did not end in 1865, but is still a worldwide problem.
Slavery in America began in 1619 when a Dutch ship, the White Lion, brought over 20 African slaves to Jamestown, Virginia. People felt that slaves were a better source of labor than the indentured servants, which was also cheaper. It is estimated that just in the 18th century, six to seven million more slaves were imported. Black slaves mainly worked on tobacco, indigo, and rice plantations during the 17th and 18th centuries. They had no rights, no say in where they lived, and could hold no representation in government. After the American Revolution (1775-1783), many colonists, mostly up North, called for the abolishment of slavery. Then the U.S. Constitution stated that each slave counted as three-fifths of a person. This
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Like everyone else, family and friends have played a vital part in my life and have affected my outlook on money and career. I grew up in a family of six, with my father, who is an IT engineer, as the head and sole breadwinner of the family because in my country -Saudi Arabia- there aren’t many opportunities for women to advance. Although he made sure that we lived a pretty comfortable life, I would often see him foregoing his needs and wants to fulfil those of his family. So, I wondered about how different our lives could have been if my mom (or me as the oldest child) were working along with him. I believe that a person