Poor children

The last few days of summer are always unforgettable. As the school year draws near I find myself cherishing every moment of summer fun. Everyone is staying up late and sleeping all day, except for me. On this particular August morning, I was struggling to get up for my team’s daily soccer practice. Once dressed I was actually feeling pretty excited about the day. The twenty-minute car ride flew by and Mom dropped Anna and I off at the soccer field. I stepped out of the car and the smoldering

Everyday we put our trust into almost everything around us. Whether it be family members, friends, teachers, or even something as simple as a seatbelt- we trust it. The idea of having trust issues seems to be a common occurrence nowadays. Everything is built on trust. When a person lacks the ability or desire to trust, daily life can even become a challenging task to accomplish. Having complete trust in something is easier said than done, especially when it comes to something you can 't see. Trusting

relationships across cultures and nationalities have interrogated the notion of ‘seeing’ as an alternative mode of vision. Opthalmology as a special branch of medical science established itself quite seriously in the Victorian period. Wilkie Collins’ Poor Miss Finch (1872) is a ‘medical surgical novel’, and the surgery is operated on the eye. Beneath the story

Your name is Dawn Strider, and it’s your first day of school. Your brother went out and got you a brand new dress--no more icky old shirts of his tied around the waist with a cord or one of his old belts to keep it hiked up so you don’t trip and fall. Of course, you’d much rather wear pants, but your brother says you’ve got to look like what you are--that being his perfect little princess. He hasn’t even made you do training for almost a week so that your wounds have time to heal. (You’ve still got

The white hallways are endless. My feet clash against the cold tile floor as I run towards the receptionist desk of Oahu General. The woman in teal green scrubs that is manning the desk looks taken aback by my sudden presence. “Leilani Kiddman. I got a call she was here, where is she?” My voice cracks as I frantically question the puzzled nurse. “Kiddman… she is getting looked at by the doctor right now but from what I understand, it’s nothing incredibly major. Are you a family member?” “I’m her

“Jayden is in coma. What could possibly happen next?’’ Jordan asked fearfully Gerald replied “ Whatever happens, happens’’. While sitting in the waiting room, Jordan gets a call from Karen’s parents. Jordan was crying throughout the whole phone call. Then shortly after, Jayden’s skin turned very pale and slowly his breath shortened, until he couldn’t breath anymore and he died a slow, painful death. It all started one day when 4 college students Jordan, Jayden, Karen, and Gerald, decided to take

Introduction Fertility research has shown continuous work to optimize the diagnostic tools and improve the potential outcome of the normal and assisted pregnancy in the last century. Researchers tried to find a method to predict the fertility potentials of the couples especially with the recent tendency to postpone pregnancy till late thirties and even forties and its subfertility sequel resulted from the continuous decrease in the ova quantity and quality over years [9]. Females at the same age

The dull lights cast gloomy shadows over the mouldy creased tent as the smell of dirt and mud lingered through the frosty air. Off in the far distance, we all heard the disturbing crunch echoing in the quite of the night. For a few seconds, only silence prevailed, while we remained still; our feet sinking deeper into the mud anxiously anticipating another sound to be heard. Instead, only resounding silence followed. Memories of a similar day echoed through my head, fifteen years ago exactly to the

Franklin’s Poor Richard’s Almanack. One of the main purposes of this almanac was to actually help the average citizen in achieving prosperity. Franklin like Crevecouer, uses a persona in his writings. The persona that is used by Franklin is that of a poor farmer (Poor Richard), which helped to connect with Franklin’s target audience, which was the common American citizen. This style of writing contrasts with Crevocuer because instead of making observations about the corruption of America, Poor Richards

A light rain pitter-pattered against the windshield of Tom’s Mustang. Every few minutes, a burst of sunlight exploded through the clouds, creating gasoline rainbows in the opalescent puddles pitting the asphalt. Stifling a yawn, the young officer stared into the distance, his concentration waning with each passing mile. Maybe it was the hypnotic swish of the windshield wipers, or maybe, it was the knowledge he was about to face Booker for the first time since their disastrous date. Either way, his