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Turn in this week to Caleb Explains the Law at 9pm on FOX. This week he will be explaining Ex Post Facto law. You won't want to miss it!
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Yeah, I want to be a lawyer, already got a job offer, yay!
So for the Explain It category of the MA I will be explaining Ex Post Facto law in a humorous way. I will be explaining it via my sigfig at his law desk on a green screen,
Btw, I will probably be taking the entrance exam to my local college tomorrow, pray for me! :3
Enjoy and God Bless!
found lots of photos and retro papers in trash last weekend, should sort them. looks like they belonged to an architect, photos of naked girls are between the pages of a book about roof types...
i am back....will slowly respond to everything bc I've still got papers to write and exams to freak out about.
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Abandoned school in Atlanta, GA;
Canon EOS-3 with 50 mm 1.4 EF lens using Fuji Neopan 1600 B&W film, scanned darkroom print
I have been so busy with the end of the term...still a few more papers to do!
Headband: H&M
Vintage silk scarf: my grandma's old
Tee: H&M
Skirt: Forever21
Polka dot tights: Target
Pink knee socks: Forever21
Mary jane pumps: Payless
27055 at a wintry Inverness with 2K02 0805 Inverness - Lairg "papers" with passenger accomodation up front on January 27th 1985
Creator: Martin H. Moynihan
Local number: SIA2012-1914
Summary: Page from Martin H. Moynihan's field notes on Cyanerpes or Honeycreepers, page 94, May 3, 1961. These observations were made on Barro Colorado Island, Panama, from 1957 to 1963.
Dates: 1961
Collection: Acc 01-096, Martin H. Moynihan Papers, 1952-1996, Box 1, Folder 10.
Repository: Smithsonian Institution Archives
Related blog post: Sketches from the Field
Day 150 [It's kind of a big deal]
"A teacher in New York was teaching her class about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform. She had the children take a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stomp on it and really mess it up but do not rip it. Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty is was. She then told them to tell it they’re sorry. Now even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And [told them] that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it. That is what happens when a child bullies another child, they may say they’re sorry but the scars are there forever. The looks on the faces of the children in the classroom told her the message hit home."
A couple years ago my friends and I took a paper and crumpled it up as much as we could, then we pressed it between the pages in my binder. When we took it out again a few days later, the paper was about half as thin as it had been at the beginning. I read that analogy about bullying a little while ago, and I've been thinking about it ever since. I know it's impossible to go through life without ever saying anything that you later regret, but that doesn't make me feel any less awful when it happens. Either when I say something to someone out of anger, or when that same anger is directed towards me. What bothers me the most though, is when someone refuses to acknowledge that they have hurt you. If someone comes to you and says that they were hurt by your actions or your words, you need to recognize that and try to make it right. Even if you feel like you weren't in the wrong, you can't deny the fact that they are hurting. And trying to avoid it only makes it worse.
Well there's my two cents for the day! I'm off to work now and I work tomorrow too, but I'm setting an alarm so I can get up and shoot something. I promise I'll create something more positive tomorrow :P
Texture from D Sharon Pruitt
47 559 Sir Joshua Reynolds with eastbound empty newspaper vans, including Siphon Gs in Moreton Cutting near Didcot
I have an iMoan.
……An iWorry to be more accurate. I have it playing all day every day in the forefront of my mind. I have ‘most played’ lists and ‘recently added’. I scroll through all my favourite worries and every so often I even play worries from someone else’s favourite playlist. I try not to save those to my iMoan as there isn’t enough storage left. At night it always plays on shuffle, just when I am drifting off to the familiar twangings in my mind of a familiar anxiety my iMoan will switch randomly to a totally different worry, one that perhaps I haven’t played for a while and I will experience that immediate sickening hot flush and stomach tugging dread. I will feel my face flush crimson and my armpits prickle whilst my poor blood rushes around my body wondering what the emergency is and what organ needs it most.
I sit up in bed, which is difficult in itself to do when I lie predominantly on my tummy; Imagine an exorcist type gyration as I realise I must be sitting up straight, staring pale faced, and blinking into nothingness in order to best address whatever colossal woe my brain has trawled out of the archives. In the end I can usually trump my brain into submission with one bigger worry after another until it simply can’t compute and I end up drifting off to sleep wondering who I would save if I saw a kitten and a little old lady drowning and could only save one.
So how does one go about combating one’s constantly regenerating worries?
They always tell you to write a list of everything that is troubling you down, that to get it out of your head and on paper will relieve some of the strain of remembering. Not so. I wake up in the middle of the night terrified that I have missed certain worries off the list. I then have to feel around the side of my bed in gummed-together-eyed panic trying to find a pen and THE LIST to write down my latest anxiety, ‘Why have they taken all of the magazines out of doctors waiting rooms? Have they discovered that this is how swine flu is being spread, through the thumbing of OK magazine?’ phew, lucky I got that one off my chest.
I have written out so many lists, so many plans of action, printed out so many receipts and letters and documents that represent miniature battles that I am having with various establishments that I now constantly carry with me a ‘bag of woes’. Piles and piles of photocopied pieces of paper with dates and names of random people who I have spoken to and scolded and threatened with sending more photocopied bits of paper to, or even going above their heads and sending said bits of paper to people in the ‘complaints’ department of the company (probably a desk just 3 ft away) who I am told ‘don’t take incoming calls or mail and who also don’t speak to customers, or deal with complaints.’ I am reminded of the woman who I once thought batty who staggered around the neighbourhood with carrier bags stuffed full of papers and documents; campaigns against this, protests against that and suddenly all becomes clear, she wasn’t batty, she was a worrier!
Worry beads have in theory always appealed to me, the idea of being able to hold a physical representation of your woes, to finger each one in turn and then cast it aside to move onto the next sounds as though you might be solving all the problems as you go. But unless you can write on said beads the proposed resolution to each problem each new bead is going to come back round on the string and you will have forgotten what worries you have fingered to death and what you haven’t and suddenly you have more beads than worries and have to make up some more problems to get yourself back to the beginning and then you can’t remember what you have even covered so you have to go through everything all over again. Perpetuators of the anxiety!!!
Why do our worries have to come out in physical ways? You need only look at my hands to see what state of mind I am in. If the sides of my thumbs look as though I have been thrusting them into a blunt ham slicer then I am having a bad week. I nibble and tug at the skin, pushing my luck until one chew too far and I have ripped a young and steadfastly rooted sliver of flesh out of its moorings so that it can flap and flail and get caught on everything and have bits of fluff clinging to its craggy, blood matted edge.
It is as though the sheer frustration of not being able to solve my problems on my own makes me turn on myself, I absentmindedly gouge and piggle and provoke until I’m stinging and raw and I feel like one of those parrots that spends all day plucking its own feathers out. Maybe it’s a deficiency in me; maybe I need to eat more cuttlefish.
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Well I missed Sunday 'Funday' because of Easter ;-)
GTW 4619 heads of the spur and on to a stub track to offload this boxcar to International Paper here in Rockford, IL. He'll pick up one boxcar in return before heading back to the main, and then west to Freeport, IL.
Polish scrap queen, mother of Polish scrapbook papers designers - my friend Nula :*
inspo by vee's layout
My name is Will, I’m in 7th grade, and I love watching football. I took a photo of two pieces of paper with the same answers and same grade, but with a different comment from the teacher. This focuses on the issue of teacher favoritism. I connect with this issue because I have seen many of my friends who believe that a teacher doesn’t like them very much. Whether that is true or not, I wanted to pick a unique topic that had not been covered before. I am trying to communicate the message that although teachers are usually thought of as always right and knowing more than the students, they can also make mistakes and allow their decisions to be unfairly affected by their opinions of people. When I took the picture, I wanted it to be against a plain background to bring the focus to the papers, and I had the teachers’ comments and the grades near the middle to draw attention to those. I wanted my picture to be something convincing, not just a teacher giving a student a dirty look, but something really happens. I like how colorful the picture is and how its message is convincing but subtle. I think that spreading awareness about this issue is one of the biggest things I can do. While this isn’t one of the “huge” issues like hunger or bullying, it is still really important.