Sunday, August 18, 2019
Pit Bull Dog Fighting Throughout the years society has sought many different forms of entertainment. For instance, in ancient roman times there were many different forms of entertainment. One form was chariot racing where they used a set of four horses on about seven different teams and raced. There was also Gladiators, which were usually prisoners who would fight to the death. Then came along dog fighting. Dog fighting is a cruel sport that people do illegally. Two dogs are faced to fight and try to kill the other, the winner is presented when the other dog can no longer fight, and therefore it dies. Sounds cruel, right? Humans seek entertainment for many different reasons and sadly, fighting, whether it is watching human beings fighting or watching animals fighting it seems to be the most sought after for entertainment. As far as dog fighting goes the main Ã¢â¬Å"fighting dogÃ¢â¬ is the Pit Bull because of Ã¢â¬Å" their tolerance to pain. They are also very strong and quick moving dogs with extra jaw muscle on the top of their heads giving them a strong biteÃ¢â¬ (B.R 1). The Pit Bull can withstand massive amounts of pain and tend to heal very quickly, making them the ideal fighting dog. Pit bulls are highly muscular dogs that have large front teeth, which make it easy for them to rip through flesh. Their front legs and back legs are short but powerful making it easy for them to knock a dog out with one hit. They have good endurance therefore they can withstand long matches with another dog. Because of their high pain tolerance they can get bitten multiple times without it affecting them. Pit bulls were originally bred to be hunting dogs. There strong legs make it ideal for digging for small animals. Ã¢â¬Å"They're obsessed with digging in the groun... ...inment and ways to make money in the craziest ways. But does this the type of entertainment really need to be continued? Hurting a poor, innocent animal? An animal that doesnÃ¢â¬â¢t know right from wrong, an animal that is worthy enough to give unlimited amount of love to its owner and able to put a smile on any persons face. Yet, some people are so evil and cruel enough to put them in a rink and tell them to Ã¢â¬Å"Kill, kill, and kill!Ã¢â¬ Telling them to win. But, what is winning to these dogs? Winning is literally killing its opponent. Ripping the guts out of the other, until one lone victor is left standing there with blood trickling down from its face. The poor dog looks up at its owner, hoping for praise but they donÃ¢â¬â¢t get it. Instead they get yanked out of the rink, thrown into a cage, only to be trained to fight yet another fight, which sadly could be their last fight.
Personal Narrative- The Path Towards Grace, Love and Peace When I was 16 I left my parents home. One month before I left, I wrote this in my journal: Ã¢â¬Å"What is the fluttering in my belly, rising up through my chest? An apprehension Ã¢â¬â a fear Ã¢â¬â excitement? I am anticipating a change Ã¢â¬â a falling down Ã¢â¬â a caving in of something I expect to be solid. IÃ¢â¬â¢m in a strange place, moving slowly forward with nothing that can be measured Ã¢â¬â an internal advancement, a shedding away of old selves. I am pared down.Ã¢â¬ The story of my leaving still feels like something written in code Ã¢â¬â a code no one could understand on the rational mind level. It was my soulÃ¢â¬â¢s decision and no amount of explaining or writing has helped enlighten those who did not understand it. I barely understood it myself. To those who did understand, I had to say very little. They knew within the first two minutes of my telling. They were inevitably people who, at some point in their lives, tried to bury their own soulÃ¢â¬â¢s yearnings, who had decided to live a perfectly fine and reasonable life, until the day they could not. That day of Ã¢â¬Å"soul excavationÃ¢â¬ remains crystal clear in their minds. As do all the nudges and urgings from the universe that led them there. Once I left, I looked back and saw this path towards that day so clearly Ã¢â¬â to me it made perfect sense. So much so that when friends asked me later, Ã¢â¬Å"How could you leave such a life Ã¢â¬â not having to work, good parents, nic e house?Ã¢â¬ I would answer, Ã¢â¬Å"How could I not?Ã¢â¬ And yet, I had never felt so humbled. With my leaving came the realization of how very little I had known my Self all those years. I did not leave gracefully. I did not expect my soul to be such an urgent and powerful force. Nor did I plan to leave when I did Ã¢â¬â but once I did, I felt supported and encouraged by something I could not name. The path ahead kept lighting up as if with neon. Go there. Do this. Fear accompanied me and frustration, guilt and desperate prayers, but no longer did I feel that deep sadness I could not name, which Sarah Ban Breathnagh, in her book Simple Abundance, says is Ã¢â¬Å"you missing your authentic self.Ã¢â¬ I feel lucky now that as a child I took on little of our cultureÃ¢â¬â¢s burden around success.
Saturday, August 17, 2019
1. How can Second Life provide value to businesses that use it? Second Life can be a birthing ground for new industries and transform business, commerce, marketingand learning the same way that the Web did in the late twentieth and early twenty-first centuries. It alsocan facilitate internal communications and to position themselves at the forefront of the digital landscapein order to recruit tech-savvy employees. Second Life is a low-cost business tool and also a new marketingtool.Companies can use Second Life as a business tool for online conferencing, online collaboration, knowledge management and prototyping. Also companies can test new products using Second LifeÃ¢â¬â¢s 3 -Drendering programs, experiment with new marketing and advertising campaigns to see how people react,receive feedback on real-world products or services. 2. What kinds of businesses are most likely to benefit from apresence on Second Life? Why? Retail businesses that are already used to doing business online may have an easier time of establishing aviable presence on Second Life. They are used to advertising and marketing to customers online and havethe systems built for taking orders, accepting payments, and shipping products. Other companies, likeIBM, that have established online collaboration systems and online knowledge management systems willprobably have an easier time using Second Life as another outlet for these activities. 3. Considering what you have learned about Second Life, howcould you, as an individual, create a modest start-up businesson the Grid? What goods would you sell? Why would this be agood choice of product? What, in simple terms, would yourbusiness plan be? Why would it work? There are several ways to start up business in an online virtual server. Second Life as of now harbored fewto many online companies that does business online as a form of advertising or even setting up their virtual business inside the server by buying up Ã¢â¬Å"landsÃ¢â¬ in the so called Ã¢â¬Å"GridÃ¢â¬ world. Of course, to do that,you have to buy the virtual Ã¢â¬Å"landÃ¢â¬ to start up the virtual business by subscribing to the premium [pic]Ã membership on the website. By subscribing, several beneÃ¯ ¬ ts can be enjoy including owning a house and rights to own a land. The current subscription cost according to the game website Ã¢â¬â secondlife.com Ã¢â¬â isUSD$72 for an annualÃ subscription, USD$22.50 for a quarter subscription or USD$9.95 for monthlysubscription. Personally and hypothetically, the initial cost for me to setup an online business on the Ã¢â¬Å"lands of the GridÃ¢â¬ would be a monthly subscription of USD$9.95 as uncertainty in conveying the business over a decade plus old virtual server especially these past two years have been radically risky withmushrooms of similar online servers like gaiaonline.com and social networking sites like facebook that hasbeen rampaging in this fast-paced information system industry. Also, there are questions about itscurrent popularity against the other fast information changing platforms and how it cope with the current market segment. A typical online business would be an online auction/selling business. SpeciÃ¯ ¬ cally, i would set up a small business that deals with money changing/transfers between users and other onlinegames that offers on line services to its users. For example; an online game offers Ã¢â¬Å"cash Ã¢â¬âÃ shopÃ¢â¬ items thatÃ is only available when you bought it online usually using credit/debit cards, often through sites like pay-pal. What i am offering here in my business is variety of online payments especially in terms of ForeignCurrency exchanges through local banks and also a much more user-friendly interaction between me andthe customers due to the live chatting system and in-game atmosphere in Second Life. A simpleexplanation why this might be a good choice is that, Second Life offers a casual sims like platform thatdoes not stress up their users like those of a massively multiplayer online role playing game (MMORPG) that needs hours and hours of Ã¢â¬Å"trainingÃ¢â¬ to achieve a better standi ngs in the game. Another good point isthat online gamers that plays particular games tend to hang out in the same channel or platform towhich, the simple Second Life w hich has quite low speciÃ¯ ¬ cationsÃ offers a range of 3D avatars to theplayers. This is especially true when the online game that they are playing having their routine servermaintenance which usually comes up once per week. During these one to several hours of maintenance,they could log on to Second Life and have chat with their online gaming friends from another game. Thus,simultaneously advertising my business over to them during these times. In summary, an onlineÃ basedbusiness would be a good addition to set up in Second Life. Though prone to risk and currently, the powerof substitutes are increasing like facebook and other networking sites, the opportunity to set up a smallbusiness within Second Life is still feasible due to the nature of online gaming and rapid increase ingaming communities.Considering what I have learned about Second Life, I, as an individual, will first start up my business byfiguring what products are mostly used in Second Life. The product that will sell in Second life will befurniture. This will be a good choice because customers or people in second life will need furniture fortheir new homes and offices. My business plan will be to invest in other products and services and wait tillmy investment grows before cashing out. [pic][pic] 4. Visit eBay on the Web and see what Second Life items youcan find listed for auction. How would you rate the activitysurrounding these items? Are you surprised by what you see?Why or why not? Obviously the information for this question will fluctuate. As of this writing, eBay offered 211 items. Theyincluded how-to manuals for making money on Second Life, a guide to selling land, and businessopportunities on the site. One item in particular was a vending machine business package available for$4.99. The individual offering the item was an eBay Power Seller with 6,483 feedback postings. He wasobviously an established eBay seller. Other items for sale include a Gym Workout package for $4.99 and amacro that makes navigating the skies of Second Life easier. It sold for $12.99. Answers to the last threequestions will vary by student. The point is to have them realize how advanced and pervasive sites likeSecond Life have become. 5. What obstacles does Second Life have toovercomeÃ in order to become a mainstreambusiness tool? Does it face fewer or more obstaclesto become a mainstream educational tool? To what do you attribute the difference? Second Life needs to overcome the idea and perception that itÃ¢â¬â¢s Ã¢â¬Å"just another game site.Ã¢â¬ Other obstacles include ease-of-use, interoperability between pre-established business systems and Second L ifeÃ¢â¬â¢sÃ proprietary system. It needs to create ways to import and export data betweenÃ its system and externalbusiness systems Ã¢â¬âdonÃ¢â¬â¢t require data to be reÃ -input into either system. Second Life faces more obstaclesin trying to become a mainstream educational tool. Educators are inherently opposed to online, distanceeducation because it supposedly lacks the face-to-face communication between teachers and students.However, as more education is carried online, Second Life has all the tools in place to make it easy toconduct classes, especially its online collaboration tools.
Friday, August 16, 2019
Born in the year of 384 B. C. Aristotle was seen as conventional for his time, for he regarded slavery as a natural course of nature and believed that certain people were born to be slaves due to the fact that their soul lacked the rational part that should rule in a human being; However in certain circumstances it is evident that Aristotle did not believe that all men who were slaves were meant to be slaves. In his book Politics, Aristotle begins with the Theory of The Household, and it is here that the majority of his views upon slavery are found. With the beginning of Chapter IV, AristotleÃ¢â¬â¢s idea of slavery is clearly defined. Ã¢â¬Å"The instruments of the household form its stock of property : they are animate and inanimate : the slave is an animate instrument, intended (like all the instruments of the household) for action, and not for productions. Ã¢â¬ This distinction between action and production, is based upon the understanding that Ã¢â¬ËproductionÃ¢â¬â¢ is a course in which a result is desired beyond the immediate act of doing. Where as, the simple act of completing a task is identified as Ã¢â¬ËactionÃ¢â¬â¢. Aristotle, who believed that life was action and not production theorized that slaves were instruments of life and were therefore needed to form a complete household. In fact Aristotle went as far as to say that a slave was comparable to a tame animal, with their only divergence in the fact that a slave could apprehend reason. For he concluded that a slave and animals only use was to supply their owners with bodily help. At the end of the Theories of the Household, Aristotle explains how slaves are different from andy other types of people, in the sense that they are the only class who are born into their occupation and become property of their masters. In examining this relationship we find that he thought that while masters were the masters of the slaves, they still held a life other than that of being master; However, Aristotle believed that not only was the slave a slave to his master, but the slave had no other life or purpose than belonging. From this consideration we begin to understand AristotleÃ¢â¬â¢s views on the relationship between Master and Slave. At the beginning of Chapter V of the Theory of the Household, the distinct role of master and slave is defined. There is a principle of rule and subordin- action in nature at large : it appears especially in the realm of animate creation. By virtue of that principle, the soul rules the body; and by virtue of it the master, who possesses the rational faculty of the soul, rules the slave, who possesses only bodily powers and the faculty of understanding the directions given by anotherÃ¢â¬â¢s reason. It was AristotleÃ¢â¬â¢s views on the human soul that gave grounds to his arguments for slavery. It was his beliefs that the soul was divided into two parts, being the rational faculty and the capacity for obeying. Aristotle postulated that a freeman was innately born with the rational faculty while Ã¢â¬Å"A slave is entirely without the faculty of deliberation. Ã¢â¬ And with his views he felt as though it was necessary for there to be a natural ruling order, whereas, the body was ruled by the soul, and those with the natural rational faculty within their soul should rule others without. This relationship, Aristotle found to be an essential element in his idea of master and slave being two parts forming one common entity. It was his belief that a manÃ¢â¬â¢s body was the representation of his inner self and that it was natureÃ¢â¬â¢s intentions to distinguish between those who were born to be freemen and those born to be slaves. However, we see that Aristotle have somewhat reservations upon his beliefs that all slaves corresponded to his mold. With such quotes as Ã¢â¬Å"But with nature , though she intends, does not always succeed in achieving a clear distinction between men born to be masters and men born to be slaves. Ã¢â¬ we begin to see that Aristotle was not as conservative as believed. In fact, we start to understand the left-wing attitudes that Aristotle held. At the end of Chapter V of the Theories of the Household, Aristotle concludes Ã¢â¬Å"Thecontrary of natureÃ¢â¬â¢s intentions, however, often happens: there are some slaves who have the bodies of freemen-as there are others who have a freemanÃ¢â¬â¢s soul. Ã¢â¬Å" Aristotle in his Theories of the Household, allocates a full section (section 9 chapter VI), to the explanation of the relationship between a slave and a freeman who are not naturally meant to be as such. It was AristotleÃ¢â¬â¢s view that although there are slaves who were born to be freemen and freemen who were born to be slaves, there could be a relationship in such cases where the two discerning parties would work in a community of interest and in a relationship of friendship. Ã¢â¬Å"The part and the whole, like the body and the soul, have an identical interest; and the slave is a part of the master, in the sense if being a living but separate part. Ã¢â¬ Aristotle had many slaves himself within his household, and during the course of his death and through the executing of his will we find insight into the character of Aristotle. He died in the year of 322 B. C. and with his death he requested that four of his slaves be emancipated. Also he asked that none of his house slaves be sold and that they all be given the opportunity of being set free at a due age if they so deserved. This act of generosity and goodwill gives light to the attitudes that Aristotle held. It is evident that he believed that these slaves had the capacity to be freemen with the rational faculty within themselves to make conscious, and reasonable decisions. Many scholars such as Professor Jaeger, author of Aristotleles, theorized that many of the views that Aristotle held upon the subject of slavery were developed through the close relationship that Aristotle had formed with an ex-slave. This man was Hermias. A man who had risen from the ranks of slave to a prince of considerable wealth, as well as father in law to Aristotle. On the general analysis of Aristotle we find that he was a man of great curiosity, wisdom and ideas. Although his views on slavery seemed to hold true to the times, he had many variations on the conservative norms and beliefs. He had believed that slavery was a just system where both master and slave were beneficial from this relationship. And with this he thought that by nature, certain people were born to be slaves, yet with these beliefs we find many exceptions, where Aristotle allocates areas to describe those who by chance became slaves but in his opinion were born to be free. And in such incidence where men born free were not fit to be masters Aristotle explained how it would be easier for the master to obtain a steward who was more adept at giving instructions to run the household and leave the master of the house to more prudent issues. We can only guess as to what made Aristotle believe that by the human soul one could delineate whether or not a man was meant to be a slave or a freeman. And with his arguments we find that it was just as difficult for him to make that distinction as well. Ã¢â¬Å"Though it is not as easy to see the beauty of the soul as it is to see that of the body. Ã¢â¬Å"
Thursday, August 15, 2019
WADE TOLD ME EVERYTHING he knew. It was all useful, but I didn't know if it would be enough. First, I had to get to St. Louis . . . and that was going to be tricky. I braced myself for the phone calls I'd have to make, hoping I had enough Alchemist wiles to pull them off. Before I took on that task, I just wanted the normality and comfort of my own room. Eddie and I drove back to Amberwood, analyzing every detail of our meeting. He was chomping at the bit to make progress, and I promised I'd keep him in the loop. I had just reached my door when my phone rang. It was Ms. Terwilliger. I swear, sometimes I thought she had a sensor outside my room so that she'd know the instant I returned. Ã¢â¬Å"Miss Melbourne,Ã¢â¬ she said. Ã¢â¬Å"We need to meet.Ã¢â¬ My heart stopped. Ã¢â¬Å"There hasn't been another victim, has there? You said we have time.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"We do,Ã¢â¬ she replied. Ã¢â¬Å"Which is why we need to meet sooner rather than later. Reading up on spells is one thing, but you require some hands-on practice. I refuse to let Veronica get to you.Ã¢â¬ Her words triggered a mix of emotions. Naturally, I had my knee-jerk reaction against practicing magic. It was quickly squashed by the realization that Ms. Terwilliger cared about me and was so concerned about keeping me safe. My own personal desire to not be in a coma was also a strong motivator. Ã¢â¬Å"When do you want to meet, ma'am?Ã¢â¬ I asked. Ã¢â¬Å"Tomorrow morning.Ã¢â¬ I realized tomorrow was Saturday. Already? Where had the week gone? I was driving Adrian to pick up his car in the morning, which hopefully wouldn't take a long time. Ã¢â¬Å"Could we meet at noon? I've got an errand to run.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"I suppose so,Ã¢â¬ said Ms. Terwilliger, with some reluctance. Ã¢â¬Å"Meet me at my place, and then we'll go out to Lone Rock Park.Ã¢â¬ I was about to lie back on my bed and froze. Ã¢â¬Å"Why do we have to go out to the middle of the desert?Ã¢â¬ Lone Rock Park was remote and rarely saw many tourists. I hadn't forgotten how terrifying it was the last time she'd brought me out into the wilderness. At least this time we'd be in daylight. Ã¢â¬Å"Well, we can hardly practice on school grounds,Ã¢â¬ she pointed out Ã¢â¬Å"True. . . .Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Bring your book, and the components you've been working on.Ã¢â¬ We disconnected, and I jotted out a quick text to Adrian: Need to be fast tomorrow. Meeting Ms. T at 12. His response wasn't entirely unexpected: Why? Adrian naturally needed to know everything that was going on in my life. I texted back that Ms. Terwilliger wanted to work on magical protection. This time, he did surprise me: Can I watch? Wanna know how she's protecting you. Wow, Adrian actually asked? He had a history of simply inviting himself along on outings. I hesitated, still confused after our heated moment at the sorority. He'd never mentioned it again, though, and his concern now touched me. I texted back that he could come along and was rewarded with a smiley face. I didn't entirely know what to wear to Ã¢â¬Å"magical training,Ã¢â¬ so I opted for comfortable layers the next morning. Adrian gave me a once-over when he got into Latte. Ã¢â¬Å"Casual mode, huh? Haven't seen that since the Wolfe days.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"I don't know what she has in mind,Ã¢â¬ I explained, doing a U-turn on his street. Ã¢â¬Å"Figured this was best.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"You could have worn your AYE shirt.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Wouldn't want to get it dirty,Ã¢â¬ I said, grinning. That was partially true. I still thought the fiery heart he'd painted was exquisite. But each time I looked at the shirt, too many memories seized me. What had I been thinking? That was a question I'd asked myself a hundred times, and every answer I came up with sounded fake. My preferred theory was that I'd simply been caught up in how serious Adrian had been about his art, how the emotion and passion had seized hold of him. Girls liked artists just as much as bad boys, right? Even now, something stirred in my chest when I thought about the enraptured look on his face. I loved that he possessed something so powerful in him. But, as I told myself constantly, that was no excuse for climbing all over him and letting him kiss me Ã¢â¬â on my neck. I'd bought and downloaded the Ã¢â¬Å"bad boyÃ¢â¬ book online, but it had been completely useless in advising me. I finally decided the best way Ã¢â¬â if not the healthiest one Ã¢â¬â was to act like the moment had never happened. That didn't mean I forgot it. In fact, as I sat beside him in the car, I had a difficult time not thinking about how it had felt to be pressed up against him. Or how his fingers had felt entangled in my hair. Or how his lips had Ã¢â¬â Sydney! Stop. Think of something else. Conjugate Latin verbs. Recite the periodic table. None of those did any good. To Adrian's credit, he continued to withhold any commentary about that night. Finally, I found distraction in telling him about my trip to San Bernardino. Rehashing the conspiracy, rebel groups, and break-ins pretty much killed any passionate feelings I still had. Adrian didn't like the idea of Alchemists working with Warriors or of the tattoo controlling me. But he also didn't like me walking into danger. I tried to downplay the near impossibility of breaking into the St. Louis facility, but he clearly didn't believe me. Ms. Terwilliger texted me twice not to be late to our meeting. I kept an eye on my watch, but the care of a Mustang was not something I took lightly, and I had to take my time at the mechanic's shop to make sure the Mustang was in pristine condition. Adrian had wanted to go with basic tires, but I'd urged him to upgrade, convincing him the extra cost would be worth it. And once I inspected them, I congratulated myself on the choice. Only after I was satisfied the car hadn't been unnecessarily scratched did I finally allow him to pay. We drove both cars back to Vista Azul, and I was pleased to see my timing was perfect. We weren't late, but Ms. Terwilliger was waiting on her porch for us. We designated Adrian as our carpool driver. Ã¢â¬Å"Jeez,Ã¢â¬ I said when she hurriedly got in the car. Ã¢â¬Å"Do you have somewhere to be after this?Ã¢â¬ The smile she gave me was strained, and I couldn't help but notice how pale she looked. Ã¢â¬Å"No, but we do have a schedule to follow. I cast a large spell this morning that won't last forever. The countdown is on.Ã¢â¬ She wouldn't say any more until we reached the park, and that silence unnerved me. It gave me the opportunity to imagine all sorts of frightening outcomes. And although I trusted her, I suddenly felt relieved that Adrian was along as a chaperone. Although it wasn't the busiest place, Lone Rock Park still had the occasional hiker. Ms. Terwilliger Ã¢â¬â who was actually in hiking boots Ã¢â¬â set off across the rocky terrain, searching for a suitably remote space to do whatever it was she had in mind. A few stratified rock formations dotted the landscape, but I couldn't really appreciate their beauty. Mostly I was aware that we were out here when the sun was at its fiercest. Even if it was almost winter, we'd still be feeling the heat. I glanced over at Adrian as we walked and found him already looking at me. From his jacket pocket, he produced a bottle of sunscreen. Ã¢â¬Å"I knew you'd ask. I'm nearly as prepared as you are.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Nearly,Ã¢â¬ I said. He'd done it again, anticipating my thoughts. For half a heartbeat, I pretended it was just the two of us out on a pleasant afternoon hike. It seemed like most of the time we spent together was on some urgent mission. How nice would it be to just hang out without the weight of the world on us? Ms. Terwilliger soon brought us back to our grim reality. Ã¢â¬Å"This should do,Ã¢â¬ she said, surveying the land around her. She had managed to find one of the most desolate areas in the park. I wouldn't have been surprised to see vultures circling overhead. Ã¢â¬Å"Did you bring what I asked for?Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Yes, ma'am.Ã¢â¬ I knelt on the ground and rifled through my bag. In it was the spell book, along with some herbal and liquid compounds I'd mixed up at her request. Ã¢â¬Å"Take out the fireball kindling,Ã¢â¬ she instructed. Adrian's eyes went wide. Ã¢â¬Å"Did you just say Ã¢â¬Ëfireball'? That's badass.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"You see fire all the time,Ã¢â¬ I reminded him. Ã¢â¬Å"From Moroi who can wield it.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Yeah, but I've never seen a human do anything like that. I've never seen you do anything like that.Ã¢â¬ I wished he didn't look so awestruck because it kind of drove home the severity of what we were about to attempt. I would've felt better if he'd treated it like it was no big deal. But this spell? Yeah, it was kind of a big deal. I'd once performed another spell that involved throwing a painstakingly made amulet and reciting words that made it burst into flames. That one had a huge physical component, however. This spell was another of those mental ones and essentially involved summoning fire out of thin air. The kindling Ms. Terwilliger had referred to was a small drawstring bag filled with ashes made from burnt yew bark. She took the bag from me and examined its contents, murmuring in approval. Ã¢â¬Å"Yes, yes. Very nice. Excellent consistency. You burned it for exactly the right amount of time.Ã¢â¬ She handed the bag back. Ã¢â¬Å"Now, eventually you won't need this. That's what makes this spell so powerful. It can be performed very quickly, with very little preparation. But you have to practice first before you can reach that point.Ã¢â¬ I nodded along and tried to stay in student mode. So far, what she was saying was similar to what the book had described. If I thought of all this as a classroom exercise, it was much less daunting. Not really scary at all. Ms. Terwilliger tilted her head and looked past me. Ã¢â¬Å"Adrian? You might want to keep your distance. A considerable distance.Ã¢â¬ Okay. Maybe a little scary. He obeyed and backed up. Ms. Terwilliger apparently had no such fear for herself because she stayed only a few feet away from me. Ã¢â¬Å"Now then,Ã¢â¬ she said. Ã¢â¬Å"Apply the ashes, and hold out your hand.Ã¢â¬ I reached into the bag, touching the ashes with my thumb and forefinger. Then I lightly rubbed all my fingers together until my whole palm had a fine gray coating on it. I set the bag down and then held out my hand in front of me, palm up. I knew what came next but waited for her instruction. Ã¢â¬Å"Summon your magic to call the flame back from the ashes. No incantation, just your will.Ã¢â¬ Magic surged within me. Calling an element from the world reminded me a little of what the Moroi did, which felt strange. My attempt started off as a red glimmer, hovering in the air above my palm. Slowly, it grew and grew until it was about the size of a tennis ball. The high of magic filled me. I held my breath, scarcely able to believe what I had just done. The red flames writhed and swirled, and although I could feel their heat, they didn't burn me. Ms. Terwilliger gave a grunt that seemed to be equal parts amusement and surprise. Ã¢â¬Å"Remarkable. I forget sometimes what a natural you really are. It's only red, but something tells me, it won't take long before you can produce blue ones without the ashes. Calling elements out of the air is easier than trying to transform one substance into another.Ã¢â¬ I stared at the fireball, entranced, but soon found myself getting tired. The flames flickered, shrank, and then faded away altogether. Ã¢â¬Å"The sooner you get rid of it, the better,Ã¢â¬ she told me. Ã¢â¬Å"You'll just use up your own energy trying to sustain it. Best to throw it at your adversary and quickly summon another. Try again, and this time, throw it.Ã¢â¬ I called the fire once more and felt a small bit of satisfaction at seeing it take on more of an orange hue. I'd learned in my very first childhood chemistry lessons that the lighter a flame was, the hotter it burned. Getting to blue anytime soon still seemed like a long shot. And speaking of long shots . . . I threw the fireball. Or, well, I tried. My control of it faltered when I attempted to send it off toward a bare patch of ground. The fireball splintered apart, the flames disappearing into smoke that was carried off by the wind. Ã¢â¬Å"It's hard,Ã¢â¬ I said, knowing how lame that sounded. Ã¢â¬Å"Trying to hold it and throw it is just like an ordinary physical thing. I have to do that while still controlling the magic.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Exactly.Ã¢â¬ Ms. Terwilliger seemed very pleased. Ã¢â¬Å"And that's where the practice comes in.Ã¢â¬ Fortunately, it didn't take too many attempts before I figured out how to make it all work together. Adrian cheered me on when I successfully managed to throw my first fireball, resulting in a beautiful shot that perfectly hit the rock I'd been aiming for. I flashed Ms. Terwilliger a triumphant look and waited for the next spell we'd be moving on to. To my surprise, she didn't seem nearly as impressed as I expected her to be. Ã¢â¬Å"Do it again,Ã¢â¬ she said. Ã¢â¬Å"But I've got it down,Ã¢â¬ I protested. Ã¢â¬Å"We should try something else. I was reading the other part of the book Ã¢â¬â Ã¢â¬Å" Ã¢â¬Å"You have no business doing that yet,Ã¢â¬ she scolded. Ã¢â¬Å"You think this is exhausting? You'd pass out attempting one of the more advanced spells. Now.Ã¢â¬ She pointed at the hard desert floor. Ã¢â¬Å"Again.Ã¢â¬ I wanted to tell her that it was impossible for me not to read ahead in a book. It was just how I operated with all my classes. Something told me now was not the best time to bring that up. She made me practice the throw over and over. Once she was convinced I had it down, she had me work on increasing the fire's heat. I finally managed to get up to yellow but could go no farther. Then I had to work on casting the spell without the ashes. Once I reached that milestone, it was back to practicing the throws. She picked various targets for me, and I hit them all effortlessly. Ã¢â¬Å"Just like Skee-Ball,Ã¢â¬ I muttered. Ã¢â¬Å"Easy and boring.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Yes,Ã¢â¬ Ms. Terwilliger agreed. Ã¢â¬Å"It's easy hitting inanimate objects. But moving targets? Living targets? Not quite so easy. So, let's move on to that, shall we?Ã¢â¬ The fireball I'd been holding above my hand vanished as shock shattered my control. Ã¢â¬Å"What do you mean?Ã¢â¬ If she expected me to start aiming at birds or rodents, she was in for a rude awakening. There was no way I was going to incinerate something alive. Ã¢â¬Å"What am I supposed to hit?Ã¢â¬ Ms. Terwilliger pushed her glasses up her nose and backed up several feet. Ã¢â¬Å"Me.Ã¢â¬ I waited for the punch line or at least some further explanation, but none came. I glanced behind me at Adrian, hoping perhaps he might shed some light on this, but he looked as astounded as I felt. I turned back to the singed ground where my earlier fireballs had struck. Ã¢â¬Å"Ms. Terwilliger, you can't ask me to hit you.Ã¢â¬ Her lips twitched into a small half smile. Ã¢â¬Å"I assure you, I can. Go ahead, you can't hurt me.Ã¢â¬ I had to think a few moments for how to phrase my next response. Ã¢â¬Å"I'm a pretty good shot, ma'am. I can hit you.Ã¢â¬ This earned an outright laugh. Ã¢â¬Å"Hit, yes. Hurt, no. Go ahead and throw. Our time is running out.Ã¢â¬ I didn't know how much time had passed exactly, but the sun was definitely lower in the sky. I looked back at Adrian, silently asking for help in dealing with this insanity. His only response was a shrug. Ã¢â¬Å"You're a witness to this,Ã¢â¬ I told him. Ã¢â¬Å"You heard her tell me to do it.Ã¢â¬ He nodded. Ã¢â¬Å"You're totally blameless.Ã¢â¬ I took a deep breath and summoned my next fireball. I was so frazzled that it started off red, and I had to work to heat it up. Then I looked up at Ms. Terwilliger and braced myself for the shot. It was more difficult than I expected Ã¢â¬â and not just because I was worried about hurting her. Throwing something at the ground required almost no thought. The focus there was on aim and little else. But facing a person, seeing her eyes and the way her chest rose and fell while breathing . . . well, she was right. It was entirely different from hitting an inanimate object. I began to tremble, unsure if I could do it. Ã¢â¬Å"You're wasting time,Ã¢â¬ she warned. Ã¢â¬Å"You're sapping energy again. Throw.Ã¢â¬ The command in her voice jolted me to action. I threw. The fireball flew from my hand, straight at her Ã¢â¬â but it never made contact. I couldn't believe my eyes. About a foot in front of her, it hit some kind of invisible barrier, smashing apart into small flames, which quickly dissipated into smoke. My jaw dropped. Ã¢â¬Å"What is that?Ã¢â¬ I exclaimed. Ã¢â¬Å"A very, very powerful shielding spell,Ã¢â¬ she said, clearly enjoying my reaction. She lifted up a pendant that had been hanging under her shirt. It didn't look like anything special, just a piece of unpolished carnelian wrapped in silver wire. Ã¢â¬Å"It took incredible effort to make this . . . and requires more effort still in order to maintain it. The result is an invisible shield Ã¢â¬â as you can see Ã¢â¬â that's impervious to most physical and magical attacks.Ã¢â¬ Adrian was by my side in a flash. Ã¢â¬Å"Hang on. There's a spell that makes you invulnerable to everything, and you only now just thought to mention it? You've been going on this whole time about how Sydney's in danger! Why don't you just teach her this one? Then your sister can't touch her.Ã¢â¬ Although it didn't seem like Adrian was about to attack her as he had Marcus, he was almost just as upset. His face was flushed, his eyes hard. He had clenched his fists at his side, but I didn't even think he noticed. It was more of that primal instinct. Ms. Terwilliger remained strong in the face of his outrage. Ã¢â¬Å"If it were that simple, then believe me, I would. Unfortunately, there are a number of problems. One is that Sydney, prodigy that she is, is nowhere near strong enough to cast this. I'm hardly strong enough. The other problem is that it has an extremely short time frame, which is why I've been so adamant about a schedule. It only lasts six hours and requires so much effort that you can't just cast it and permanently keep it on you at all times. I'm already worn out and will be even more so once it fades. I won't be able to cast it Ã¢â¬â or hardly any other magic Ã¢â¬â for at least another day. That's why I need Sydney to be prepared at all times.Ã¢â¬ Neither Adrian nor I said anything right away. I'd taken note of her weary state when she got in the car but hadn't thought much more about it. As we'd continued to practice out here, I'd observed her sweating and looking more fatigued, but I'd written it off to the heat. Only now could I fully appreciate the extent of what she had done. Ã¢â¬Å"Why would you go to so much effort?Ã¢â¬ I asked. Ã¢â¬Å"To keep you alive,Ã¢â¬ she snapped. Ã¢â¬Å"Now, don't make this a waste. We've only got one more hour before it wears off, and you need to be able to aim at someone without thinking twice. You hesitate too much.Ã¢â¬ She was right. Even knowing that she was invulnerable, I still had a difficult time attacking her. Violence just wasn't something I embraced. I had to push down all my inner worries and treat it exactly like Skee-Ball. Aim, throw. Aim, throw. Don't think. Soon, I was able to fight past my anxieties and throw without hesitation. She even tried moving around a little, just to give me a better feel for what it'd be like with a real foe, but I didn't find it to be much of a challenge. She was simply too tired and unable to run around or dodge me. I actually started to feel bad for her. She looked like she was about ready to pass out, and I felt guilty sizing up my next shot and Ã¢â¬â Ã¢â¬Å"Ahh!Ã¢â¬ Fire arced from Ms. Terwilliger's fingertips just as I released my fireball. My shot went wide, the ball disintegrating before it got anywhere near her. The fire she'd released passed me, about a foot away. With a weary grin, she sank to her knees and exhaled. Ã¢â¬Å"Class dismissed,Ã¢â¬ she said. Ã¢â¬Å"What was that?Ã¢â¬ I asked. Ã¢â¬Å"I don't have a magic shield on me!Ã¢â¬ She didn't display my same concern. Ã¢â¬Å"It was nowhere near you. I made sure of that. It was simply to prove that no matter how Ã¢â¬Ëboring and easy' this seems, all bets are off when someone is actually attacking you. Now then. Adrian, would you be kind enough to bring me my bag? I have some dried dates in there that I think both Sydney and I would appreciate right about now.Ã¢â¬ She was right. I'd been so caught up in the lesson that I hadn't noticed how exhausted I had become. She was in worse shape, but the magic had definitely taken its toll on me. I'd never worked with amounts this big for so long, and my body felt weak and drained as the usual blood sugar drop occurred. I began to understand why she kept warning me away from the really difficult stuff. I practically inhaled the dried dates she'd brought for us, and although the sugar helped, I was desperate for more. Adrian gallantly helped us both walk back to the parking lot at the park's entrance, keeping one of us on each arm. Ã¢â¬Å"Too bad we're out in the middle of nowhere,Ã¢â¬ I grumbled, once we were all in Adrian's car. Ã¢â¬Å"I think you'd be amazed at how much I could eat right now. I'll probably faint before we're back to some civilization and restaurants.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Actually,Ã¢â¬ said Adrian. Ã¢â¬Å"You might be in luck. I think I saw a place not far from here when we were driving in.Ã¢â¬ I hadn't noticed anything, but I'd been too preoccupied worrying about Ms. Terwilliger's upcoming lesson. Five minutes after we were back on the highway, I saw that Adrian was right about a restaurant. He exited onto a drab little road, pulling into the gravel parking lot of a small but freshly painted white building. I stared at the sign out front in disbelief. Ã¢â¬Å"Pies and Stuff?Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"You wanted sugar,Ã¢â¬ Adrian reminded me. The Mustang kicked up dust and gravel, and I winced on behalf of the car. Ã¢â¬Å"And at least it's not Pies and Bait or anything like that.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Yeah, but the Ã¢â¬ËStuff' part isn't exactly reassuring.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"I thought it was more the Ã¢â¬ËPie' part that had you upset.Ã¢â¬ Despite my misgivings, Pies and Stuff was actually a cute and clean little establishment. Polka-dot curtains hung in the windows, and the display case was filled with every pie imaginable as well as Ã¢â¬Å"stuffÃ¢â¬ like carrot cake and brownies. We were the only people under sixty in the whole place. We ordered our pie and sat down with it in a corner booth. I ordered peach, Adrian had French silk, and Ms. Terwilliger went with pecan. And of course, she and I had the waitress bring us coffee as soon as humanly possible since we'd had to abstain, painfully, for the magic. I took a sip and immediately felt better. Adrian ate his slice at a reasonable rate, like a normal person, but Ms. Terwilliger and I dug in as though we hadn't eaten in a month. Conversation was irrelevant. Only pie mattered. Adrian regarded us both with delight and didn't try to interrupt until we'd practically licked the plates clean. He nodded toward mine. Ã¢â¬Å"Another piece?Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"I'll take more coffee.Ã¢â¬ I eyed the sparkling plate and couldn't help but notice that inner voice that used to nag me about calories was quiet these days. In fact, it didn't seem to be around anymore at all. I'd been so angry about Adrian's food Ã¢â¬Å"intervention,Ã¢â¬ but his words had ended up having a bigger impact than I'd expected. Not that it had anything to do with him personally, of course. Lightening up my dieting restrictions was just a reasonable idea. That was it. Ã¢â¬Å"I feel pretty good now.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"I'll get you another cup,Ã¢â¬ he told me. When he returned, he even had a mug for Ms. Terwilliger. Ã¢â¬Å"Figured you'd want one too.Ã¢â¬ She smiled in appreciation. Ã¢â¬Å"Thank you. You're very astute.Ã¢â¬ As she drank, I couldn't help but notice she still looked tired, despite the fact that we'd just replenished with sugar. She no longer seemed in danger of passing out, but it was obvious she hadn't recovered as quickly as I had. Ã¢â¬Å"Are you sure you're okay?Ã¢â¬ I asked her. Ã¢â¬Å"Don't worry, I'll be fine.Ã¢â¬ She sipped more coffee, her face lost in thought. Ã¢â¬Å"It's been years since I performed the shield spell. I forgot how much it takes out of me.Ã¢â¬ I was again struck by all the trouble she'd gone through for me. Ever since she'd identified me as a potential magic user, I'd done nothing but resist her and even be antagonistic. Ã¢â¬Å"Thanks,Ã¢â¬ I told her. Ã¢â¬Å"For everything . . . I wish there was a way I could make it up to you.Ã¢â¬ She set her cup down and stirred in more sugar. Ã¢â¬Å"I'm happy to do it. There's no need to reciprocate. Although . . . once this is all over, I'd like very much if you'd meet my coven. I'm not asking you to join,Ã¢â¬ she added quickly. Ã¢â¬Å"Just to talk. I think you'd find the Stelle very interesting.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Stelle,Ã¢â¬ I repeated. She'd never called them by name before. Ã¢â¬Å"The stars.Ã¢â¬ Ms. Terwilliger nodded. Ã¢â¬Å"Yes. Our origins are Italian, though as you've seen already the magic we use comes from a number of cultures.Ã¢â¬ I was at a loss for words. She'd gone to so much trouble for me . . . surely it wasn't a big deal just to talk to the other witches, right? But if it was such a small thing, then why was I terrified? The answer came to me a few moments later. Talking to others, seeing the larger organization, would kick my involvement with magic up to the next level. It had taken me a long time to come around to the magic I already used. I'd overcome many of my fears, but some part of me treated it as just some sideline activity. Like a hobby. Meeting other witches would change everything. I would have to accept that I was part of something so much bigger than just the occasional dabbling. Meeting a coven seemed official. And I didn't know if I was ready to be considered a witch. Ã¢â¬Å"I'll think about it,Ã¢â¬ I said at last. I wished I could give her more, but my protective instincts had seized me Ã¢â¬Å"I'll take what I can get,Ã¢â¬ she said with a small smile. Her phone chimed, and she glanced down. Ã¢â¬Å"Speaking of the Stelle, I need to talk to one of my sisters. I'll meet you at the car.Ã¢â¬ She finished her coffee and headed outside. Adrian and I followed a few minutes later. I was still troubled about the coven and caught hold of his sleeve to keep him back. I spoke softly. Ã¢â¬Å"Adrian, when did I reach this point? Trying to crack open the Alchemists and practicing magic in the desert?Ã¢â¬ Last summer, when I'd been with Rose in Russia, I couldn't even tolerate the idea of sleeping in the same room with her. I'd had too many Alchemist mantras running through my mind, warning me of vampire evils. And now, here I was, in league with vampires and questioning the Alchemists. That girl in Russia had nothing in common with the one in Palm Springs. No, I'm still the same person at heart. I had to be . . . because if I wasn't, then who was I? Adrian smiled at me sympathetically. Ã¢â¬Å"I think it's been a culmination of things. Your curious nature. Your need to do the right thing. It's all led you to this point. I know the Alchemists have taught you to think a certain way, but what you're doing now Ã¢â¬â it's not wrong.Ã¢â¬ I raked my hand through my hair. Ã¢â¬Å"And yet, despite all of that, I can't bring myself to have one tiny conversation with Ms. Terwilliger's coven.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"You have boundaries.Ã¢â¬ He gently smoothed one of my wayward locks. Ã¢â¬Å"Nothing wrong with that.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Marcus would say it's the tattoo holding me back.Ã¢â¬ Adrian dropped his hand. Ã¢â¬Å"Marcus says a lot of things.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"I don't think Marcus is trying to deceive me. He believes in his cause, and I'm still worried about mind control . . . but honestly, it's hard to believe I'm being held back when I'm out here doing stuff like this.Ã¢â¬ I gestured outside, to where Ms. Terwilliger was. Ã¢â¬Å"Alchemist dogma says this magic is unnatural and wrong.Ã¢â¬ Adrian's smile returned. Ã¢â¬Å"If it makes you feel better, you actually looked natural out there Ã¢â¬â back in the park.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Doing . . . what? Throwing fireballs?Ã¢â¬ I shook my head. Ã¢â¬Å"There's nothing natural about that.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"You wouldn't think so, but . . . well. You were . . . amazing, throwing that fire like some kind of ancient warrior goddess.Ã¢â¬ Annoyed, I turned away. Ã¢â¬Å"Stop making fun of me.Ã¢â¬ He caught my arm and pulled me back toward him. Ã¢â¬Å"I am absolutely serious.Ã¢â¬ I swallowed, speechless for a moment. All I was aware of was how close we were, that he was holding me to him with only a few inches between us. Almost as close as at the sorority. Ã¢â¬Å"I'm not a warrior or a goddess,Ã¢â¬ I managed at last. Adrian leaned closer. Ã¢â¬Å"As far as I'm concerned, you're both.Ã¢â¬ I knew that look in his eyes. I knew because I'd seen it before. I expected him to kiss me, but instead, he ran his finger along the side of my neck. Ã¢â¬Å"There it is, huh? Badge of honor.Ã¢â¬ It took me a moment to realize he was talking about the hickey It had faded but wasn't entirely gone. I pulled away. Ã¢â¬Å"It is not! It was a mistake. You were out of line doing that to me.Ã¢â¬ His eyebrows rose. Ã¢â¬Å"Sage, I distinctly remember every part of that night. You didn't seem that unwilling. You were practically on top of me.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"I don't really remember the details,Ã¢â¬ I lied. He moved his hand from my neck and rested a fingertip on my lips. Ã¢â¬Å"But I'll stick to just kissing these if it makes you feel better. No mark.Ã¢â¬ He started to lean toward me, and I jerked away. Ã¢â¬Å"You will not! It's wrong.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"What, kissing you, or kissing you in Pies and Stuff?Ã¢â¬ I glanced around, suddenly aware that we were creating a dinner show for the senior citizens, even if they couldn't hear us. I backed up. Ã¢â¬Å"Both,Ã¢â¬ I said, feeling my cheeks burn. Ã¢â¬Å"If you're going to attempt something inappropriate Ã¢â¬â something you said you wouldn't do anymore Ã¢â¬â then you could at least pick a better place.Ã¢â¬ He laughed softly, and the look in his eyes confused me further. Ã¢â¬Å"OkayÃ¢â¬ he said. Ã¢â¬Å"The next time I kiss you, I promise it'll be in a more romantic place.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"I Ã¢â¬â what? No! You shouldn't try at all!Ã¢â¬ I began moving toward the door, and he fell in step with me. Ã¢â¬Å"What happened to loving me from a distance? What happened to not, um, bringing up any of this stuff?Ã¢â¬ For someone who was allegedly just going to watch from afar, he wasn't doing a very good job. And I was doing an even worse job of being indifferent. He moved in front of the door and blocked my way. Ã¢â¬Å"I said I wouldn't Ã¢â¬â if you don't want me to. But you're kind of giving me mixed signals, Sage.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"I am not,Ã¢â¬ I said, amazed that I could even say that with a straight face. Even I didn't believe it. Ã¢â¬Å"You're presumptuous and arrogant and a whole lot of other things if you think I've changed my mind.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"You see, that's just it.Ã¢â¬ There he was again, moving into my space. Ã¢â¬Å"I think you like the Ã¢â¬Ëother things.'Ã¢â¬ I shook off my daze and pulled away. Ã¢â¬Å"I like humans.Ã¢â¬ Another Alchemist lesson came to mind. They look like us, but don't be deceived. The Moroi don't display the malice of the Strigoi, but creatures who drink blood and manipulate nature have no place in our world. Work with them only as you must. We are not the same. Keep your distance as much as possible. It's for the good of your soul. Adrian didn't look like he believed this either, but he stepped away and headed outside. I followed a few moments later, thinking I'd played with fire more than once today.
Wednesday, August 14, 2019
IntroAttention Getter: By a show of hands who likes to go to work out? Background & Audience Relevance: Gym culture has been around for a long time but it has recently been growing and more and more people have begun to go and get healthy. Speaker Credibility: I have been going to the gym for a couple years now and I have done my own research on gym culture. Thesis: In my speech, we will be discussing what gym culture means to me and what it could possibly mean to you. Preview of Main Points: First I will be discussing how my object is part of my culture, second the important values it has, and third how I identify with it. II. Body Main Point 1: To begin, I am going to talk about how this object is used in a way for me to relieve stress and anger. Sub-point A: Being a full time student and working part time can be very stressful to me as I'm sure it is the same for a lot of college students, but finding at least an hour to an hour and a half to go to the gym or even working out from home can be such a helpful stress reliever. This is because it helps get me out of their my little stress filled bubble and pretty much let loose. Sub-point B: not only is it a good way to relieve stress but also anger. I know that working in a fast food or retail job can cause a lot of tension and anger especially with the customers, coworkers, and even managers. Of course we are forced to keep it all in because we need this job to put ourselves through school and buy our own personal treats. Well going to the gym is a very good way to take out that anger by pushing yourself hard in that workout. Transition between Main Points: Now that I have talked about how this object is a way to relieve stress and anger next I will be talking about how it represents my values. Main Point 2: going to the gym is not only about relieving stress and anger but also and about being healthy and motivated. Sub-point A: In my opinion going to the gym or being a fit person does not mean that you have to have a six pack or extremely muscular arms or legs. More so it just means that you are feeling good about yourself and being healthy. Since I have started going to the gym I am feeling much healthier and I am not doing crazy diets, but am cutting back on some foods and learning to eat better. Sub-point B: It also helps with being motivated because slowly but surely you begin to see results which gives me confidence and keeps motivating me to keep going and bettering myself.Transition between Main Points: having discussed how I value going to the gym, I will now tell you how I identify with this culture. Main Point 3: Influencing myself and other people to come to the gym or work out in general is one way I identify myself with this culture. Another could be the way I can dress to go to the gym a.k.a the fashion. Sub-point A: going to the gym helps me feel like a good influence to myself and others like my work out partners because I believe I am encouraging them to keep going and feeling healthy and fit because sometimes they do not want to go workout but I convince them to come with me and sometimes it is the other way around, but in the end we help each other to push ourselves in working out and bettering themselves. Sub-point B: When one starts going to the gym we see that there are many types of way people dress and we start looking for which fashion better suits us and makes us feel comfortable. There is no right or wrong way to dress for the gym it's just how you feel when wearing a certain outfit. I know that i enjoy my leggings and big baggy shirts because I feel extremely comfortable, but someone else could feel different about that outfit. III. Conclusion Signal and Review of Main Points: Having discussed how this object is part of this culture, how it represents my values, and how I identify with it you now know what this culture means to me. Recap Thesis: I have now explained what gym culture is to me. Memorable Closer: Remember being healthy and fit doesn't mean you have to be super skinny or muscular it is just about feeling better and more confident in your own body.
Tuesday, August 13, 2019
Reflections of what happened in early childhood center of early childhood education in NZ - Essay Example Reflections of what happened in early childhood center of early childhood education in NZ He flipped through his own portfolio and when he found what he was searching for, he called out Ã¢â¬Å"Sydney!Ã¢â¬ Finally I got what he said. He was trying to tell me that he drew a picture of his sister Sydney and was saying that she is tall. Analyse It takes a lot of patience trying to understand what a young child is trying to communicate because their language skills are not yet developed. Hence, their pronunciation of words may still be unclear. Failing to understand what a child is trying to say may sometimes make them frustrated and altogether stop attempting to communicate. I was so conscious of this when I was talking to L and was worried that my inability to understand him might result in negative consequences. I am aware that patience and sensitivity are important professional responsibilities for a qualified teacher to have to support the development of childrenÃ¢â¬â¢s language and communication skills. Theories In the TeachersÃ¢â¬â¢ Council Fit to be a Teacher cr iteria, there is an item that applied to the anecdote I just had with L. A teacher will interact with learners (students),and should at all times maintain high standards of sensitivity and compassion, to recognise and respect others as individuals and to care for the learning of those who are disadvantaged and those with learning difficulties (The Teachers Council "Fit to be a teacher" criteria )Ã ) Children use language for many purposes (Otto, 2010) such as telling stories that may be real from their own experiences, or contrived from their imaginations; directing stories; expressing pride; obtaining help when needed; sharing experiences in varied social settings; and developing conversational skills. However, teachers should be more patient with toddlers who are still developing their language skills and may have difficulty in doing so. Dismissing them from their attempts at communication will discourage them from trying again, but showing encouragement by giving oneÃ¢â¬â¢s full attention will motivate them to find more ways to communicate their id eas. It is essential that toddlers get to be engaged in conversations no matter how little they may say. Piaget and Vygotsky, key people in the study of language and thought, believe that development will not take place unless children engage in rich, meaningful conversations with others. In doing so, they internalize language to more complex thinking (Neuman & Roskos, 1993). Act I have to always keep in mind that every child has the right to be heard. With toddlers who are in the process of developing their language skills and identities, they need more patience in being understood. I will encourage them to speak by giving them my full attention, looking for non-verbal cues to help me understand what they are trying to communicate. When they are successful in expressing their ideas, I shall gladly praise them to show that their attempt at communication was appreciated and considered a success, worthy to be celebrated. References Neuman, S. B., & Roskos, K. A. (1993) Language and li teracy learning in the early years: An integrated approach, Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Fort Worth, TX, pp. 27-31, 34-61. Otto, B. (2010). Language development in early childhood (3rd edition). Upper Saddle River, NJ: Pearson. The Teachers Council "Fit to be a teacher" criteria, Retrieved on May 20, 2011 from http://kiyaana.co.nz/Teachers%20Council%20Fit%20to%20be%20a%2