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I stepped out from the yellow Ferrari GXcT second edition, recalling when was the last time I landed my feet on my beloved hometown. Everything had changed. After
three decades being isolated on an island for a government top secret project, I am finally freed. The first place that I wish to visit after being alienated is my high school. So, off I go trying to locate the school based on the information on my car’s databank screen.
Before my eye is a 30-storey building. As my car drawing near the main steel-like-made gate, a security guard, dressed in black coat with black spectacles approached and stopped my car. On his left hand hung an electron rifle which from my observation, is the latest. He asked for my identification card. My renewed silver tiny mini ID is now slided thru his Tagucci watch. Green light blinked. Carefully, I made my steps to the lift. It was terrific! The lift was huge, just about the size of my classroom 30 years ago. Within seconds, I was already at the principal’s room. I went in. Nobody! ‘Maybe he has to attend a meeting.’ I thought. I sat on a bluish chair. There was a red button, stamped the principal’s name, Mr. Slengier O’ Turrien. I laid my finger on it, applying just a little bit pressure expecting the bell to ring or alarm to rise, but to my amazement, the wall in front of me suddenly moved! ‘Oh my God, what did I do?’ As I was about to leave, an old man, appeared from the opening. I introduced myself as he might have probably forgot about me, you know, it has been 30 years since I left, even Albert Einstein cannot remember much what else Mr. Slengier, an ordinary principal from Coydressila Vir Wastecqrain High School. He checked my profile using his hand phone-like notebook. Well, I couldn’t spend my life there could I? After some history talks, I bided him goodbye!
What a technology! Nobody to send me out, just a machine installed to guide visitors safely out. As I was heading my way to the gate, I passed by a few classes. I can see no teachers at all! That’s something I never thought could happen 30 years ago. Life in school without teachers is so much fun I guess. Every student is equipped with the Microsoft Vs 8.
Nikola Tesla was a Serbian American inventor, electrical engineer, mechanical engineer and physicist. He was also considered an eccentric genius and recluse. Tesla is best known for his feud with Thomas Edison over AC power Versus DC Power. He was also well known for inventing the Tesla Coil which is still used in radio technology today. Nikola Tesla was mostly forgotten until the 1990’s when there was a resurgence of interest in popular culture.
Hundreds of faceless people; you've seen them all before. Murmurs of broken languages no one cares to use anymore. You are carried along the worn-down flagstones until a towering office building comes into view. You push your way out of the human river and onto the deserted curb. A broken window at the rear of the skyscraper becomes your makeshift entrance. A looted atrium greets you. You welcome the break from the automatons. This has been your haven since you swam into the Atlantic, searching for your cure, and got revived in Plymouth, Britain by accident. Hundreds of deep gouges in the wall represent your resentment. Puddles of blood from various attempts, some you don’t even remember. A few nooses, some knives, one degraded nine-millimetre. Everything is corroded; the alloys in steel gave out years ago. Rust rules this once-polished world. You withdraw your diary once more and, flicking to a page further into the book, read another entry. 31st December 2167 I gave in and sent my application today. Maybe they will process me quickly. No one has been deleted in the last few months; I wonder what the clog up is? A new church has opened down the road, “The
I visited the Fremont High School campus in Sunnyvale today as they were having their Flex period. I was fortunate to have the principal, Bryan Emmert, walk me around the entire time and talk about the process; I then met with a few teachers afterwards to get their insights.
The Narrative of the Life of Fredrick Douglass is a first-hand account of slavery. Due to the corrupt society, Douglass had to teach himself the skill of reading and writing because it was not a privilege that slaves were granted. For the first twenty-eight years of his life, he was a slave at several plantations and houses before he bought his freedom. Once he was his own master, Douglass still did not feel he had the right to speak to white people until he felt moved to speak at an anti-slavery convention. After, he began to gain the courage to speak about the evils of slavery he wrote his book about his experiences. Douglass hopes to share the truth about the lack of education slaves received, the conversations they shared and their rank
The narrative enables Douglass to flaunt his hard-earned education. As stated before, his diction brings pathos to his work. He describes his experiences in a way that lets his audience feel the indignity of being owned by another person. For example, D...
I knew all the sniveling rats, all the creaking doors, all the slightly too loud clocks. I knew how and why this place ticked. Now was the time to put this knowledge to practical use. Like a ghost, I rose and drifted down the hallway. I walked as a waif through the institute, unobserved, as always. I would have to wait I decided as I glided along, taking note of each person I encountered, until they were gathered in one of the mundane required ‘classes.’ I sent a silent plea to the soaring Thing, slowly circling in the black sky, give me more time. I need more
Last year, MoMA held a special exhibition, Applied design, to show how design has branched out in new directions and attracting worldwide attention. In an exhibition’s description, they argued that “Like physics, design will be loosely divided into the theoretical and the applied. Theoretical de...
The first stop was Monica’s class room. We walked through the never ending hallway, searching for Monica’s classroom like detectives on a mission to find a key to the unknown door. We found the Monica’s classroom and dropped her off. The next stop was mine. I found myself getting more nervous each step, I toke. Suddenly my mom and my dad stopped walking and told me that this was my classroom.
The success of Coca-Cola project is only a just the tip of the iceberg. Chan has achieved an internation...
High School Do you remember your high school days? High school for me has proved to be a learning experience and also a challenge. There are many lessons that can be learned. You can learn more about yourself, who your friends are, what kind of help is offered to you, and what your strengths and your weaknesses are. Attending High School helped build my confidence because my classmates were supportive, my teachers taught me how to study for tests, and the math tutors helped me overcome my fear of math.
Have you ever felt uncomfortable, scared, nervous, and confused? Well new students feel this way whenever they move to a new school. They have no idea if they'll make friends or if anyone would like them. But with the ambassador program new students will right away feel comfortable in their new surroundings, able to learn a new language and know their way around our school faster than someone who's been there for three years. If we had this program, they just might make a friend right away.
Nikola Tesla is regarded as one of the most brilliant inventors in history. His work provided the basis for the modern alternating current power system, as well as having developed both radio and the fluorescent light bulb. He worked with Thomas Edison and George Westinghouse, among others. He was also widely misunderstood by his peers and the public at large.
was trying to get used to a state that I had never been too. I walked home and
We listened as Mrs. DeCostia enumerated the names of those involved. “Kat, Tara, Kelly, Alexis, Rob, Joe, Matt, and John.” She announced with annoyance. How is it that all my friends got in trouble for the greatest prank in Fairfield’s 75 year history, but my name was left off that prestigious list? I watched my friend’s proud faces as they walked to the front of the room and I laughed as I heard Matt say “So you caught the people, who perfectly reconstructed your room on the roof of the school, but you will never know who the genius behind it was, and as long as that stays a secret, we’ve done our job.” Then Mrs. DeCostia grabbed him by the shirt collar and dragged him outside. Soon there was a wave of people standing and clapping for their hero, the only person to show Mrs. DeCostia what a horrible person she really was. Apparently since my name had been left off the list, they had no intention of revealing it. But still I got the greatest prize of all, even better than being called up there with them: knowing that it was my idea to take every item out of her room and put it on the roof. There was a loud slamming of the door and soon the classroom fell silent. “Whose idea was it?” shouted Mrs. DeCostia. She was answered by silence. “I’ll ask one more time: Whose idea was it?” She said, speaking ever so slowly to ensure he understood. This time she was answered by a deep voice that could only be recognized as John’s. “You’re never gonna know so you might as well give up now.” “Oh, I will find out and when I do that person will be expelled! Now who is it?” Then in a voice that always seemed to say “What are you looking at?” Kat said “Listen lady, I don’t know who you think your dealing with but you’re never gonna know. We’re like...
Hegeman, J. (2008). The Thinking Behind Design. Master Thesis submitted to the school of design, Carngie Mellon University. Retrieved from: http://jamin.org/portfolio/thesis-paper/thinking-behind-design.pdf.