Free 2003 singles Essays and Papers

The person I have become today is due to my development of the theoretical stages. When looking at the construction of the three theoretical perspective stages of my child hood, it is clear to see where and how I came to be the person I am today. My values, characteristics and attitude have all been molded by my micro-, meso-, and macro systems. The influences of my family and my life at home have shaped me into the person I am today. My family, consisting of my mother, my father, and two sisters

Words Expose the Soul When I was a freshman at Bemidji State I lived in the dorms. My roommates name was Chad. He had a girlfriend who attend Moorhead State. Her name was Jodi. I didn't get a chance to meet Jodi until very late in the year, around February. But up until that time, I had gotten to know her very well. The thing was that since they lived so far apart they didn't call each other until late at night. Most of the time, when she called, Chad wasn't there. It was actually quite ironic

Language is one of the most powerful mediums in the human world, and not only can language be expressed through words, but also visually and musically. Language is everything from words that are spoken and the silence that lies between one phrase and the next. I find out odd how in our culture, we try to label things black and white. It’s either this or it’s that, yet when there’s something lacking in language, we try to assign colors to it instead of letting things be how they are. I have two types

At one point in my life, I thought of myself as beautiful. That was not the case at this point, as I sat there looking at me in the mirror. Now I could see the effects the cigarette smoke was having on my skin. My face looked dingy and gray. I looked at my hair. My hair was thick black and shiny as it had always been. I kept it straightened with relaxer; Revlon super is what worked best on my hair. It was not very often that I allowed those little balls of hair to show up on the back of my neck (kitchens)

In his commencement sppech, David Forester Walla writes many useful things that we face in our everyday life. What is life? How you will leave it? It is YOUR choice. For many people, life is a routine: YOU wake up, take a shower, put your expensive perfume, get in your “Audi A5”, turn on “50 Cent”. Then YOU stuck in traffic - those 30 minutes seem 2 hours for YOU and YOU get annoyed, then angry. At work you do everything perfectly, but your boss does not appreciate it. You think that it is because

It was not supposed to end this way. My life was not supposed to be this lethargic and dull. Now, I sit here everyday on this ill-lit table in this ill-lit room. I sit here and watch the second hand on the clock make its way back around to the twelve. I sit here because all I can do is sit. I am a fake, neon-colored daisy, and this is my life. I live in an odd, quaint home where the sun rarely shines. I don’t think my owners have moved me or even spared me a passing glance since they first set me

“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.”(Anne Frank’s Diary). “If you were not allowed to attend high school would you protest against the government?” That’s what teen activist undertake, they stand up for what is right no matter what the cost is. Teen activism is a remarkable thing. In my opinion I believe that teen activist don’t stand by, they stand up for what is right. Most adults don’t even have the courage to do what these teenagers

A Forgotten Friend Ah, I remember how she used to be with me all the time.  A day did not go by without me going over to play.  I remember how we used to play for hours and hours.  We played whatever came to mind; it didn’t matter as long as we were together.  We were happy. Sometimes she would come over and she would be sad.  The time spent together then would have a sorrowful cast.  Sometimes she would feel obligated to come over and play with me.  Those times were not fun because she was

In the large City-State of Canuck, the many soldiers resting from their recent victory over the Scorpios tribe. A great young warrior by the name of Marsilius is speaking with his father about their next planned attack. He and his father Maurice, have been fighting together to protect their people for as long as he could remember. Marsilius looked up to his father in every aspect of his life when he was in trouble, and his father always had an answer. Maurice has given his son every ounce of the

“Facing It” by the American black poet Yusef Komunyakaa of Shreveport is written with the use of visual images. Yusef Komunyakaa writes about one of his many trips to the Vietnam's Veteran's Memorial in Washington DC. This Memorial is a long polished slab of black reflectant granite with the names of all the US soldiers who lost their lives in Vietnam. Yusef says “my black face fades, hiding inside the black granite”. Here Yusef uses his reflection in the wall to bring the reader back to the war

It is good to be back in real life. If you don’t remember, Akshat, Samik, and I just eliminated Herobrine, and now we are back from our adventure in Minecraft. Akshat is my little brother, and Samik is our best friend, if you don’t remember. We got our own planes from minecraft, but we have no idea where we are. Right now, we are trying to find our way back home. Our maps are working, and so are our planes, but I’m not sure whether we have enough fuel to reach our destination. Let me check. Ok; so

“Hey sheep, it’s my notebook. Fill it before coming to school tomorrow or all your belongings will vanish without a trace!” That mentioned herbivore was no other than me, and the one who just threatened me named Chi, the tyrant. And clearly from this threat, I was bullied. Yes, I, the confident and courageous one as others often regard, was bullied. 6th grade, new girl, it was a whole new start for me as I just moved from another place. I tried to be cool and friendly with all. I tried my very best

“Where am I?” I exclaimed, yawning and rubbing my sore eyes. For a moment I feel utterly dislocated, I do not know where I am. I look around, I see nothing, it is too dark. There are no other sounds; I am probably by myself in this place. “Tap tap tap….”, I hear some noise coming form my right, it sounds like someone is walking lightly towards me. It is vague and so faint, I wonder if I am imagining it. I walk closer to the sound, put out a hand to the place where the voice come from, maybe I have

All throughout my life, I’ve always regarded sports as one of the most important things in my life. They’ve always been there, to a point where I’ve taken my skills for granted. However, in light of a changing world, I have come to realize that taking anything, much less your gifts, for granted is a titanic error. The thing is in this world, you tend not to notice something, till its gone. I have learned that many times. I’ll use the example of my parents: Like most families, I grew up with both

One Against All There I stand face to face with the last two tributes. The career tributes from district 1 teaming up to kill me and for them to win the hunger games. If you sponsor me then I will come out on top defeating the other 23 tributes. This is for the Hunger Games. The Hunger Games is a show that you compete to kill 23 more people and the last one standing wins costly goods for them and their district. I may be a wee size person, but I'm as fast as a Pronghorn Antelope, I can jump

If my name were an acronym, the G would stand for Genuine, because I am as honest as a person could be. I will always tell you how I feel so you don’t have to wonder if I disdain you or not. I don’t beat around the bush about anything, I’ll express my feelings with no hesitation. I cannot stand to be around someone who’s always’ got something to hide from me or cannot tell me what their issue may be about what I say. I can take criticism, I like to know what I need to work on regardless how I may

Lewis groaned as he slowly opened his eyes ”where am I?” he said out loud but he honestly knew where he was. He slowly got up as he looked around the area he was currently at, all he could see were grassy hills, some sheep, cows, pigs, and what looked to be a couple of oak wood trees, he looked up at the sky and could see it would be getting dark soon. He wished he knew if anyone else had transferred here along with him or if it was just him, to be honest he wished someone were there with him at

“Phillip…,” Russell said raising his voice to an almost matching shouting level. “No one believes you. And, no one will ever believe that guy who’s been filling your head with all this nonsense and lies.” No one believes you. And, no one will ever believe that guy who’s been filling your head with all this nonsense and lies. Phillip’s mind repeated Russell’s words as if something in them caught and stuck. No one believes you, he then thought. They don’t have control. I think, therefore I believe

You're driving more than 15 mph over the speed limit you are trying to make it home before curfew. Then at the last second as you turn a corner. You see a car turn on and take off after you very fast. A few seconds later you look in your rear view window and you see headlights and red and blue lights flashing. Your heart stops. The cop walks up to your window and asks you for your license. Then you realize you left your wallet with your Id in it at your friend's house. You finally get out of

Keen found his father in the main pallor were they all hung out. He walked over and sat next to him. “I have a problem, I met someone that is both and neither my Servant or Mate.” River laid down his newspaper coughed and replied. “Could you be any more ambiguous?” Keen glanced down worried. “Her name is Shaylin Madiso, and when I look at her I feel a slight Servant bond, however I also feel some elation, but my heart does not skip a beat when I gaze into her eyes.” Shadow come walking in with two