It’s Dr. George Larkin dressed in his designer gray suit and polished shoes. Clean shaven, not a hair out of place. He’s a model of the status quo in all that splendor. It could’ve been his joke to send these girls in here, but Larkin doesn’t have a sense of humor that I’m aware of. The man barely smiles. And Dr. James Fielder isn’t far behind dressed in a lab coat. A competent man of science, I’ve always thought. He’s currently working on the non-destructive analytical methods such as examining trace elements and surface analysis, the boring stuff. Behind him is a third man that I don’t know. He’s wearing a brown huntsman tweed with the garnish of a maroon bow tie. It may’ve been dashing in its day, but that suit now lay shabby on this man’s portly frame and it smells of staleness as if it had been stored in the depths of an attic trunk. I’ve never cared about a fashion faux pas, but a violation of the nose is another matter. “Are you wearing headphones?” Dr. Larkin asks. “Ah…indeed. Sorry.” I lower them around my neck. “I don’t otherwise wear such things. Normally I work here alone, but…as you can see I have helpers today.” I smile over at the girls. “And a good job they are doing.” Dr. Larkin waves a hand at them and turns back to me. “Well…you already know Dr. Fielder.” “Of course.” I nod to him. “Now let me introduce Dr. Nelson Polley. Our newest fellow.” “Dr. Polley.” I reach out a hand. “Welcome.” “A pleasure sir.” Polley gives me a handshake that’s warm but firm and his eyes go soft around the edges. His smile is sincere. He’s the sort who would walk old ladies across the street and not complain about it and for that, the smell of his tweed suit is forgiven. “My field is artifact p... ... middle of paper ... ...s.” “That’s brilliant.” Fielder smiles. “Yeah. Calgon, take me awayyyy!” I’m feeling so relieved that the thought escapes out. Yet everyone’s face contorts. They don’t understand me. “It’s a commercial I once saw on holiday,” I try to explain it, but I’m too late. “DR. SCHWAB.” Larkin shouts in a voice that shouldn’t go ignored. “Coming. Right.” I know what it means. It means I must hurry and he’s already heading for the door. “Wait.” I take my headphones off and pat each of the girls’ hands to say goodbye to them, especially the mini ponytails. I wish them well. “You’d better get moving,” Fielder says and he tilts his head. I have to catch up, I know. Larkin is already down the hall, but I stop to pat the counter of my laboratory before rushing out the door. “Where are we going?” I ask. I’m at a run as we enter the Enlightenment Gallery.
This he does by changing his image. He sheds off the bright colored clothes for a more relaxed and conservative dark suit, and throws away the Bergdorf’s scarf to complete his new look.
run tells me he probably arrived short time ago. He makes his way up the
While digging in the far reaches of the African outback, now know as the western part of Kenya, archaeologist Bozo excavated a site that revolutionized the thoughts of the scientific world. At this site they found many interesting artifacts and paintings that included proof of an early civilization. At this time scientists are calling this civilization “Pontu” after one of the paintings suggested that a pontoon was used for transportation across Lake Victoria, one of the adjacent lakes.
“The honored guests moved silently upon the platform, herded toward their high, carved chairs by Dr. Bledsoe with the decorum of a portly head waiter. Like some of the guests, he wore striped trousers and a swallow-tail coat with black-braided lapels topped by a rich ascot tie. It was his regular dress for such occasions, yet for all its elegance, he managed to make himself look humble” (Ellison 114)
After a recent lecture by Dr. Dyfri Williams, Research Keeper of Greek and Roman antiquities at the British Museum, several members of the audience stood up on behalf of Greece and expressed their outrage at the British Museum’s refusal to return the Parthenon Sculptures, or the Elgin Marbles, to the city of Athens. Dr. Williams answered their scathing interjections with a well-rehearsed summary of the issues key points and complexities of the issue, and it was clear he encountered such protests regularly. By now, even the casual student of history is at least aware of the debate surrounding the ownership of the Parthenon Sculptures. On the one hand, the British Museum appears to have legal ownership over the sculptures according to the various councils and summits that have hammered out the finer points of international art law in the last century. On the other hand, the Greeks maintain that the sculptures were sold out from under them by the occupying Ottoman Empire and should be returned to Greece as symbols of her national heritage. However, while the debate over the sculptures is far from resolution, the issue is indicative of a larger dilemma currently facing the art world; that is, what rights can a museum exercise over works in its possession? And in turn, what rights does a country have over works of art found on its soil?
“I am sure they’ll join us in common area at the halfway point, that is, if my sister is feeling up to it.”
"Sorry, it's just that we're almost there and I thought that you wouldn't want to missing your grand entrance into the castle."
“Well believe it or not, I’m not as widely welcomed amongst the Hampton community. They’ve hidden all their initiation cards to their inner circles.”
“I don’t know, but I intend to find out.” Marcus grabbed his keys and headed for the door before he remembered he had a guest. “Are you coming or what?”
"Hurry up." His partner says shining his flashlight down the dark empty hallway. "I'm going on to the third floor."
“I can’t believe I am doing this.” I say, more to myself, than Zander. “I’ll meet you there at say, 7:00 o’clock?”
I noticed a guy walking towards where I was standing, he was holding a cup in his right hand that was similar to the one I was currently holding. He was dressed in an all-black tuxedo and his hair was neatly styled into a little quiff. He looked oddly familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my
As he opens his door, I shut off the engine and open mine, too, hopping out. “No need. I’ll come for it.”
Artifact 1: Artifact 1, under Tab C: Curricular Content Knowledge, the Instructional Plan Module, completed during ELSE 6193 Laboratory Experience was completed. For the Instructional Module, candidates were to create and teach two lesson plans for both elementary and secondary instructional settings. The lessons plans were to address one or more of the goals and objectives that were written in each student’s Individual Education Program (IEP). The candidates were to describe in detail the adaptations and modification that were needed for the target students to be able to fully participate in each lesson. Additionally, each lesson plan was to incorporate some type of technology.