Ordinary People: A Short Story

Ordinary People by Judith Guest is a book thats being told by 2 different perspectives, the protagonist Conrad Jarrett and the antagonist Calvin Jarrett, who also is Conrad's father. The point of view of each side is in every other chapter. Conrad is a character dynamic in the story, who will change his perspective in seeing things. Calvin is a character static, who’s constantly worrying about his son Conrad. The setting of the book takes place in Lake Forest, Illinois. The story surrounded the Jarrett family and how they interacted with one another along with the people around them. Calvin is a 41 years old tax attorney, a husband, and a father of 2 kids. Conrad is his second son, who is a Junior in High School. About more than a year, before

Christopher R. Browning’s “Ordinary Men” chronicles the rise and fall of the Reserve Police Battalion 101. The battalion was one of several units that took part in the Final Solution to the Jewish Question while in Poland. The men of Reserve Police Battalion 101, and other units were comprised of ordinary men, from ordinary backgrounds living under the Third Reich. Browning’s premise for the book is very unique, instead of focusing on number of victims, it examines the mindset of how ordinary men, became cold-hearted killers under Nazi Germany during World War II. Christopher Browning’s “Ordinary Men” presents a very strong case that the men who made up the Reserve Police Battalion 101 were indeed ordinary men from ordinary background, and

In the film Ordinary People, we see the main protagonist, Conrad, suffer from major depressive disorder. Throughout the film, he shows symptoms of depression through challenges regulating sleep, depressed mood, thoughts of death and suicide, along with multiple other symptoms. The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders or the DSM-V, lists the symptoms of depression as: depressed mood most of the time, reduced interest or enjoyment in most activities, challenges regulating appetite and weight, challenges regulating sleep, physical agitation or lethargy, having much less energy, unwarranted guilt, problems thinking, concentrating, or making decisions, and thinking of death and suicide (Meyers, 629).

They both said union “okay.” They both took a bit into the muffin. “Mmmmmmm, good,” they said.

If one were to take anything from Christopher Browning’s Ordinary Men it is that even the most ordinary, normal men have the capacity to kill. The 101st Reserve Police Battalion executed at least 6,500 Jews at the Polish cities and villages of Jozefow, Lomazy, Serokomla, Lukow, Konskowola, Parczew, Radzyn, Kock, and Miedzyrzec and participated in the deportation of at least 42,000 Jews to the gas chambers in Treblinka (Browning, chapter 14, page 121). There were most likely even more killings that were never documented and much less remembered by the members of the 101st. These men had their first taste of death at Jozefow where they massacred 1,500 Polish Jews (Browning, chapter 8, page 74). It was a brutal and harrowing event where men,

In the book Karen was a stressed girl just like me. She didn't know what to do instill some

Her thoughts soared as she stood there at the top of the mountain, looking down over the path that she had just taken. In her 32 years, Hannah had lived a sheltered life; a life of mundane, never wanting to step outside her box of familiarity. In her experiences she learned that chances were not meant to be taken, but avoided. As beautiful as she was, life had taken its toll and she was well beyond her years. Standing at barely over 5 feet, she was considered petite with a frail build. Her hair was long and she generally had it twisted up in a bun that sat on top of her head, and she had dark eyes and a gentle smile. Her skin was tanned so she never wore make up, it always seemed a vein thing to do to her. Hannah was easy to get along with,

Bill was an ordinary short guy. One day he was walking down the street wishing that he could do something useful, when he noticed a teenage girl being mugged in an alleyway. He looked for somebody to help her. He was alone. He turned back around and a glimmer caught his eye. It was a glass shard in the trashcan. He picked it up and snuck up on the two brutish men who sat there tantalizing the woman. Then he jumped up and stabbed one of the men in the neck and as the other man turned Bill kicked him and sliced open the brutes forehead. The woman was rushedly calling the police and Bill realized his life wasn’t so pointless after

He huffed and continued to look at the ceiling. What about these people? These non-humans? Unhumans? Human-like species? Experiments. Could he trust them?

Being manipulative isn 't a good thing to different people. If you control other people 's lives, it is like you 're becoming selfish to the person you controlled the life. The realization of the characters can be described that all of us have or will have the realization on every scenario that will come into our own lives.

She'd been in his apartment for a matter of minutes, and Elena was already naked and about to sink to her knees to suck his cock. Brett couldn't help but feel a little guilt, and possibly shame, run through this veins, even as his erection throbbed in his pants. No one normally needing to pay a woman for sex him, and even though there was a purpose behind it, that still didn't sit well with him. Neither did the fact that his employee's dates usually at least wined and dined them first, with sex, if it occurred desert on top of the main for the client, rather than the purpose in itself. They were escorts, not prostitutes.

For the better part of the following hour, they asked Aida and me about our swinging experiences, which we both candidly explained to them. They listened with fascination, as we regaled them with our stories of marathon sex, some fabulous couples, other disastrous evenings and some spectacular parties. Even Jenny had grown quite interested in our experiences with three and four couples participating. The conversation held a visible hold over both Keith and me, Aida was the first to notice my cock beginning to stir. She started to use her hand to stimulate me and as

The third Hokage looked down at the files in his hands before looking up at the group of Jounin in front of him. He was getting tired of dealing with trivial things like assigning teachers or just holding meetings. He was getting tired of being the Hokage, maybe he could retire soon. It didn't sound like a bad idea.

It was an ordinary day in Frankie’s 1st grade class, and the kids were just starting to get hungry.

Hours after Vera frightened Mr. Nuttel away, Mrs. Sappleton stood in the rustic, tidy, kitchen, preparing blueberry muffins. “Vera, my dear,” the stout woman said.