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In Amy Cuddy’s speech, Your Body Language May Shape Who You Are, she talks about how peoples body language changes depending on their mood. She also explains how putting yourself in a power-pose when you aren’t feeling confident will boost your confidence. This was a very interesting speech and Amy did a great job at keeping the audience intrigued. She never strayed away from her original topic so the audience was not confused as to where the speech was leading. Question #1: Amy Cuddy created a positive

My family and I are in the dim parking garage, walking towards the elevator. We are so glad to be able to spend time with each other. This trip was especially for my grandparents before they left back to the Philippines. However, something kept bothering me. I later glared up, staring at the silver, shiny doors. We have now arrived at the elevator, an extremely quiet one although. It was just my family and I. No chatter, nor humming; it was almost as if it was dead. My mind went blank after the

Everybody, I mean EVERYBODY looks at us and I shrink back against the dark blue lockers, people shout at me, they say mean words I don’t care to repeat. I sat down and out my head in my hands; tears staining my pink blouse. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up. Edd pulled me into his arms, my river of tears slowed to a stream until eventually it stopped all together. My friends had gathered in a crescent around us as I leaned against Edds soaked green T-shirt. I smiled at them and walked to class

I always thought of myself as someone who was resilient, but after my day of working as a swim teacher that word no longer seemed to describe me. I grew up playing school with my cousins and even taught at my church’s sunday school. I knew that my destiny was to become a teacher, so when the opportunity to teach swim lessons sprung up I was quick to apply. After getting the job and completing training, I couldn't wait to teach my first class Seven AM. The sound of my irritating alarm clock pierced

The Happy Trail   Sometimes people have a certain place to go to think about things. There are people that associate certain places with negative thoughts or feelings. I believe that people should have places to go that make them happy. Even though, there always seem to be places that make us cry and give us a feeling of great depression. Places in nature are very important to people and their ability to relax, to look at the beautiful scenery, and to have peaceful memories of the happier

I have a lot of reasons why I have all of this anger built up inside of me and because I’m not a person who likes to talk about my problems I keep them to myself. With every day week month and year passing these problems grow bigger and bigger it doesn’t stop building until one day it explodes and there I am again in the principal's office being ask why. Not believing that “there was nothing wrong” unlike everyone else, he told me there has to be a reason why I’m so upset about whatever it was that

Fangiya was fine. Fangiya quickly shoved the metallic object in her hand back into her drawer, a movement that completely escaped Xiumei’s eyes. Choking back her tears, Xiumei said with a strained voice, “I thought it was you, Fangiya.” “My lady!” Zhaohui cried, failing to catch her mistress as she slumped onto the floor, her qipao forming a puddle on the floor. “There was another murder,” Xiumei said although she

seeking some kind of truth. They are in a dreadful relationship and the voice presented in the poem acts as a response to the previous conversation the two had before the onion spoke. Because the onion feels as though he is responsible for the persons tear s, he’s reassuring himself and her that he means no harm. The choice of words in lines 5-6 demonstrate the sorrowful tone I speak of, uttered by the onion. He says “all the debris of pursuit./Poor deluded human: you seek my heart.”(lines 5-6) In

feeling comes in as you feel yourself rising, the air ever so slightly vocalizing a hushed whoosh on every side of you. A flood of warm ochre light blinds you for a moment, bringing you back to awareness. The hands that startled you before now carefully tear the plastic that once coated your body off, and you can feel their warmth much stronger than when they first held you. An air bubble pops quietly and you quickly find that a rubbing motion is spreading parts of you over rough lips that exhale a wind

enough of it. One example of this is when he cries a lot on the island of Ogygia. “Before the end heart was broken down. I slumped on the trampled sand and cried aloud, caring no more for life or the light of day, and rolling there weeping, till my tears were spent.” For ten years Odysseus not having the courage to leave stayed on Calypso's island and cried every single day for his wife Penelope. Spider-Man on the other hand would have acted differently. When Spider-Man´s uncle died he cried, but he