...Holy cow, they're telling me I HAVE to give something specific, and yet take away the temptation of academic cheating! Ahhhh! Ok, so my first thought is to go with something easy like lying vs. telling the truth...but I really don't have anything specific or monumental. Thus, I am thinking about going with a religious topic. Before you guys throw down the idea here is my reasoning....for those of us who actively practice certain religious beliefs, those beliefs are what form the basis of what we consider moral vs. immoral. It's true that universal "morals" exist, but the ones specific to our religion are no less significant than the morals observed universally by society. Thus, I feel it would be appropriate to discuss this. Even then I'm not sure what I'll choose...we've got sex, drugs (ok, bad idea!), porn, etc. Also, I'm tempted to go with a big failure to show that I'm being open and honest, that I learned something etc.....or should I just go with some safe temptation that I "succeeded" with?Holy cow, they're telling me I HAVE to give something specific, and yet take away the temptation of academic cheating! Ahhhh! Ok, so my first thought is to go with something easy like lying vs. telling the truth...but I really don't have anything specific or monumental. Thus, I am thinking about going with a religious topic. Before you guys throw down the idea here is my reasoning....for those of us who actively practice certain religious beliefs, those beliefs are what form the basis...
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...“Hey daddy look at us!” says Avery. I look over there and Avery, my youngest, is sitting on Jackson’s, my oldest, lap on a swing. “Jackson and Avery be careful. You guys can still swing together but go a little slower.” “Ok, daddy,” says Jackson. “Love you, daddy,” says Avery. “Love you too.” Now, where is a bench that I can sit on because I am so tired? There is one over there. Now where is my little monkey, Amanda? She is probably on the monkey bars. Yup just as I predicted, she is on the monkey bars. Finally, I can relax on this bench. Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Where is that noise coming from? Is that one of mine? Ok well, it is not Avery or Jackson. That is good. Now where is Amanda I do not see her on the monkey bars? Oh no, Amanda is on the...
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...all the kids they are all just stupid. I just want to smack all of them. They want me to play stupid games with them but I don’t like them. Therapist: Well Joey, Ms Simpson is your teacher and she is trying to teach you good things that will help you grow up to be a good smart boy. Why does she make you mad when she tells you what to do? Joey: I told you lady im the boss! I don’t have to listen to my teachers, my mom, my dad, or you. I don’t have to listen to anyone. I know everything. If you tell me what to do it makes me angry and makes me want to hurt you really bad. Therapist: Well Joey when older people tell you what to do it’s because there are things you still don’t know and they are only trying to help you not hurt you. Joey: Ahhhh Im the Boss!!! No one tells me what to do. Why are you not listening! I’m going to get my ninja sword and cut your head off! You don’t know anything. I’m the boss of everyone. You’re just stupid! Therapist: Joey please calm down! Adults are here to help you and guide you. We do not want to hurt you. What about when your Mom or Dad asks you to do things at home? Joey: My mom and Dad are stupid too. They always tell me to clean my room and I get mad. I don’t have to clean my room. Who do they think they are? They can’t tell me what to do. They are not the boss of me!...
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...Girth of a Nation “We have sparked a global obesity crisis. Way to go, America. Making the world safe for diabetes.” America has kissed the bottom end of the big obesitymeter – now sixty million American adults – thirty percent of the adults in the working age are obese. Problem? Certainly! But, what about the future? Have we treated our children in the right way – or have we led them on to the road of eternal obesity and everlasting oblivion? Well… Some have. Sixteen percent of American children are either overweight or obese. It’s not just the outraging teenagers who become obese; you find obesity as early as the age of two. Scary? Totally! Morgan Spurlock has written “Girth of a nation” as the second chapter of his book “Don’t eat this book” – it’s written in a colloquial language – but still a language containing in large quantities. You can see and example below: “America's growing waistlines are hurting the bottom lines of airline companies as the extra pounds on passengers are causing a drag on planes.” Morgan uses the rhetorical device of pathos – but not as we know it in general, but instead a negative way of pathos. Used in the way that you have no sympathy at all, for the case that Morgan Spurlock is trash talking. Morgan is having a guilt trip on the parents, to the obese children – the parents that led their children eat fast food, and do not require any kind of exercise and healthy lifestyle. In the same way that Morgan Spurlock argues for the irresponsibility...
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...The Feel Good Drinks Introduction The Feel Good Drinks project consisted of two briefs: (1) creating a new look for the pack design; (2) produce a national brand awareness campaign. In this project, we focus mainly on the second brief, which is to create a national brand awareness campaign. Background A Little Bit About Feel Good Drinks Feel Good Drinks is a healthy drinks business with the simple aim of making people feel good. The business was started by Dave, Chris and Steve in 2002 with a range of 3 juice drinks in 375ml glass bottles.They now offer 5 ranges including Feel Good Kids, Feel Good still & sparkling juices, Feel Good non-alcoholic cocktails and Feel Good vitamin waters. The company only use 100% natural ingredients and never add sugar to their drinks. One major challenge the company encounter is that consumers aren’t aware that almost all of the supposedly healthy drinks have lots of added sugar or artificial ingredients. Therefore, the “golden rules” of providing natural goodness stuck with the company since the very beginning of the business which is offering healthy and tasty products with colourful, friendly and natural packaging as well as quality and affordable pricing. Feel Good Drinks is a brand is all about making people feel good. The company try their best is providing the feelgoodness by keeping things simple and quite light hearted. Besides, the company are also trying to do their part in corporate responsibility to have a...
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...David Whitehouse Eavesdrop Assignment ALPHA/Mozer 29 November 2012 Can I borrow your sports jacket? Guy looking for Sports Jacket: Hey so do you like have a fancy sports jacket I could borrow? Guy being asked: Uhhh I… Guy looking for Sports Jacket: See I already have pants, ties, and shirt, I just need a jacket Guy being asked: I don’t know man, sorry ask someone else Guy looking for Sports Jacket: ahhhh thanks any way Guy being asked: yup *knocks at another door *answers Guy looking for Sports Jacket: Hey bro do you by any chance got a sports jacket I could borrow? Guy being asked: Do I look like I own a suit dude? Guy looking for Sports Jacket: Thanks anyways *Then I got asked Guy looking for Sports Jacket: Hey do you have a sports jacket I could like borrow for tonight? Me: Uhhh yes… and No Guy looking for Sports Jacket: like what do you mean? Me: I mean YES I have one and NO you can’t borrow it… Guy looking for Sports Jacket: why dude? Me: well it’s fitted for me for one thing, and second it’s a military suit coat… I can’t let you wear it. Besides its got rank sewn on it Guy looking for Sports Jacket: ahhh good point, good point thanks anyways Me: no problem *shuts door Guy looking for Sports Jacket: Dude nobody has a damn jacket I can borrow… Someone: mhmrmh htahj kfj mrmrm? Guy looking for Sports Jacket: yeah I already asked all these guys down the hall So this wasn’t the most interesting conversation. I definitely didn’t expect to be a part...
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...I was waiting by the phone. My stomach was turning. I felt like I was going to throw up. AHHHH!!! I was waiting for the call that would pave the way for my next four years in high school. As I entered my freshman year in high school, I applied to the Renaissance Program. Renaissance is a leadership program and few freshmen are selected to join. The focus is to motivate, inspire, recognize, and celebrate student success. The program also recognizes staff for the commitment, vision, and dedication to student success. I really wanted to be part of this program as it impacted futures and changed lives. The application process was not easy. It consisted of a written essay and tough interview, which consisted of a panel of the executive council and the advisor. I was one of the seven who made it! As long as I can remember, I have been helping people in one way or the other. My parents taught me early on the importance of caring for others. My earliest experience was as a member of the Girl Scouts. Unlike the people in Girl Scouts who were thrilled by the cookies and the campfires, all the events where we assisted and served the community were especially gratifying for me. These early experiences are what influenced me to apply for this Renaissance Program. Coming into the program my freshmen year, I had a junior member who had three years of experience behind her training me and showing me the ropes of the class. My first year in the class, I was more of a follower than a leader...
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...Pearl Sold to the Devils for Gold CHARACTERS * JOHN, right eye-blind boy, Paul’s almost little brother * PAUL, left leg-amputated boy, John’s almost big brother * BOSS, syndicate’s leader * SYNDICATE 1/ DOMINIQUE * SYNDICATE 2 * WAITRESS * BOY THIEF * POLICEMAN SCENE ONE Mid-morning, at the street SYNDICATE 1: I think were lucky today! SYNDICATE 2: Why? What’s the reason? SYNDICATE 1: See that kid….Standing near the store. SYNDICATE 2: Yeah! Yeah! I got you. [Syndicate 1 approaches the kid] SYNDICATE 1: Hey there kid! What’s your name? JOHN: I’m John. SYNDICATE 1: How old are you? JOHN: I’m six years old. SYNDICATE 1: Why are you alone? Where are your parents? JOHN: I lost them two years ago. SYNDICATE 1: What happened? JOHN: I can’t remember anything. SYNDICATE: Don’t you have any relatives or friends here? JOHN: I don’t have friends. SYNDICATE 1: Why? You know what, friends give each other gifts. JOHN: Like what? SYNDICATE 1: Like chocolates. Do you want some? JOHN: Uhuh… SYNDICATE 1: Does it taste good? I have more chocolates do you want some more? JOHN: You have more? Do you have lots of it in your pocket? SYNDICATE 1: Yes! But a friend of mine has lots of it in his house. JOHN: Really? She must be rich! How lucky, I wish I was like her…rich… eating all those chocolates. SYNDICATE 1: I’ll introduce you to her. Don’t be afraid, she’s friendly especially to kids who are lonely like you. JOHN: You think so...
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...Prelude 12/21 The bloodied background of the sky showed that the sun was giving into midnight's cold glamour. Another day had ended, another cold night began. But something had happened that day. Something odious, something vile. For on that day, there had been a murder. A murder that had left police baffled and the townsfolk frightened for their lives as they did not understand why something like this happened in their tiny town. The thing that scared them the most were the words. For the meaning of the words were unclear to the people and the only person who understood language like that was now dead. Dead on the night before the Winter Solstice. And death before the Winter Solstice meant bad luck for years to come. For all. Vision 1 : The Mortician's Daughter The snow cracked under his feet as he walked through the forest. It was eerily quit. No wind, No noise, nothing. Dead trees lay alongside the pathway as he slowly made his way up to the house. But something here was not right. No lights were on, no voices were to be heard, all signs of LIFE were missing. He looked around. The only thing he could see was a raven perched on a nearby branch. A raven?! Not possible, he thought. All the birds had already migrated south to escape the harsh hands of winter. His eyes were playing tricks on him. But the closer he looked, and the harder he focused, he began to realize that the raven was quite real. Shivering, he continued his way up to the house. He had a bad feeling about this...
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...the Monte-Carlo? It was a sunny; warmth summer day, the sky was baby blue with the features of creamy white soft clouds. With the cool breeze blowing softly, the day was innocently inviting, so I went out for a ride. Father and dominant brothers were in the drive-way, worked strenuously on father’s broken red truck. “Oh shoot! What am I going to do now?” I silently questioned myself with one eyebrow slightly upwards. “How am I going to get to the Monte Carlo.?” I kept talking to myself as I tried to think of some tactic, to get pass father and brothers, to get to the monte carlo, parked on the street. “Where do you think, you’re going young lady?” My father asked as I was too focused on getting into the shining brown Monte Carlo. “Ahhhh! I’m getting Mama some ice cream.” The voice belonged to me as I hopped into the interior of the Monte carol and made my way to the store. That day, I was going north on Atlantic Ave in Long Beach, through a heavy street traffic. With music blasting as I yelled sang my lungs out, it was another typical short ride to the store. To ignore the fear of my father’s voice, when I cruised off the house, I went fast, too fast passing numerous cars, despite of the busy traffic as I drove down on Atlantic Ave towards my destination. One quick second, that’s all it takes for everything to go right or wrong. My dark brown eyes opened and noticed that my windshield was shattered in pieces. Blinking a few times and realized that it wasn’t a dream and...
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...wet. You take that finger and knead on your nipples arching your back as your hand continues down your body to the hot wet folds of your pussy, and you let out a triumphant moan as you feel the SUV accelerate. I snap out of my quick moment of weakness to let up on the gas, I can’t let you beat me like this. So I wrap my hand around my cock pulling him down between my thighs and stroke and milk him still knowing that I can’t win but refusing to concede. I give you a quick sideways glance, you’re smart and won’t give me the satisfaction of even looking, instead you bring your now wet glistening hand to your mouth and slide your fingers between those perfect lips and into your mouth with a delicious moan just to hear me whimper with jealousy. AHHHH! A red light, and still only half way home. I’m cracking under the pressure; I reach and caress your hair as you’re pleasuring yourself, your skin flush, your beautiful exposed breast heaving and your swollen lips parted to take in air. You push your head back into the seat hard, your legs shake and your whole body...
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...Naranasan nyo na bang mag assume? Yun bang akala mo eh love story nyo na e supporting character ka lang pala. Yun bang nasaktan ka na't lahat matatawag ka pang “assuming”? Ang hirap kaya umasa sa wala. Pero naisip ko lang mas mahirap ang hindi umasa. Dahil dadayain ko lang ang sarili ko at hindi ko pa pagibigyan tong lintik na puso ko. Ang corny pero ewan ganito siguro talaga. This attitude! This feeling! The heartache! </3 I still remember the feeling back when I was a freshman college student I met an annoying guy. Oh, let me rephrase it. Someone introduce himself to me. Well, He is funny. Cool. And smart! Every day of my second semester kinukulit nya ko. Nung una iritang irita ko kasi pati ba naman apilyido ko pinagdiskitahan. I am Jamie Hermoso Sabi nya kasi panget daw meaning ng last name ko sa Spanish. Kaya ayun! Lagi nyang tinatanong or rather sinasabi "bakit ang panget mo?" Nagulat pa nga ako nung first time nya tinanong yan. It’s like nagtatanong ba sya o dinedegrade nya na ang pagkatao ko? E since ineveryday na nya, nasanay na lang yung tenga ko. Di naman ako pikon eh. "kasi ang gwapo mo eh" sabay bulong nang "kaya lumayo ka pag ako nainlab"sagot ko Hindi na ata nya narinig yung huli kong sinabi dahil sa araw araw ba namn na ginawa ng Diyos tanung na nya yun at iisa lang namn ang sagot ko. Oo isa lang. And I mean it! Sabi nya naman minsan nung padaan ako eh "cute me" exchange for excuse me Nabigla kasii ako kaya nasagot ko ng...
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...Option B: Should marketers be responsible for the way their products are used by consumers? Discuss using the beer category as an example. Corporate Social Responsibility should be the first priority of marketers when promoting goods that can and may become harmful to their consumers. The World Business Council for Sustainable Development defines CSR as “the continuing commitment by business to contribute to economic development, while improving the quality of life of the workforce and their families as well as of the community and society at large.", or simply “the ethical behavior of a company toward society.” (Meeting Changing Expectations ( http://www.wbcsd.ch). Marketing is essentially getting the products out there visible to their target market so they can be purchased. Marketing can also be defined as preparing potential customers to become your customers; it is not selling; it is the preparation work to selling. Whatever your definitions, CSR and Marketing has a serious impact on the corporate’s development and both are used to build a very good image in each corporation as well as the driving forces behind the company’s profits. To answer the question, I will focus mainly on the Alcohol Companies, specifically Mike’s Hard Lemonade, who will from this moment be referred to as MHL So who are the targets for MHL? Jack is 28 year old male who steps out of his Ford F-250 in his checkered shirt and his favorite blue jeans. Greeted by his golden retriever...
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...the cashier and showed him them. He told me they costed 1.49 cents. I gave him the ten dollar bill. He gave me my change and I gave him my shoes. I patted them and said “take care of them” The cashier gave me a sideways glance and I skipped off. Then I ran to my kidnapper and threw the quarters at him I kept the bills. He yelled something about killing me but, I ran into the bathroom. I locked the door. As I ran I tripped over the toilet and face planted into the ground. I must of hit something because the toilet started flushing I mean like really loud. I did what any kid would look at it as I took a look. I felt something kinda tug at me. Then it was harder I almost fell. Then before I could do anything I got sucked into the toilet. AHHHH I screamed as I fell threw the futuristic toilet. CURSE YOU TINY TOILET I scream. I fell onto hard concrete. “Hey there” I gruff voice said. I looked over to see a old man behind a desk and a woman who looked in her early forties. Where am I? I said doubtfully. You’re at cow tails said the old man. I stood up and walked over to him. What is this place? I said. It’s a wand shop boy he said proudly. Oh so you mean you're selling sticks? This clearly offended him. Sticks?!?! These are not sticks these are wands! He yelled. Prove it I teased. Fine he said. I waited for him to do something. He grabbed a black stick with engravings in it than he muttered something and the lamp started floating. I gasped and watched it go up and up. I ran over...
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...can’t believe he slept through all this noise. On his way home the seniors who he beat up was coming towards him with a group of other boys there were no weapons. He didn’t know what to. Sage slowly started to back away and ran as fast as he could. We all know Sage was angry but he wasn’t educated enough to think ahead of what would happen to him. But, how did they know what Sage looked like when he punched them? They must have caught a glimpse of him when they turned their heads toward him. They were catching up to him. “Hey! Stop!” one boy yelled. Sage wanted to use a self-defense trick his dad taught him if someone was chasing him. They were right behind him so he stopped they all bonked their heads on each other and fell to the ground. “Ahhhh!” one boy screamed. As soon as that happened he ran. He turned to look back all of them were knocked out unconscious. He felt bad. His house was really close he couldn’t lift them so all he could do was drag them. Before he stepped inside the house he checked if anyone else was following him. He looked to see if they were alright. It was their fault he did this so it’s them to blame. Chapter 6 It was not long before dinnertime. Sage was starving. “He had lost energy” from that fight so he went to the store and bought some food. He bought some ramen for him and the boys if they wanted to eat. After eating his dinner he tried to treat his wounds and theirs. The alcohol was burning him. Good thing the boys were unconscious otherwise...
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