Cloning Informative Speech. As the technology used to clone mammals improves, it becomes more and more likely that humans could one day be clones as well.
Cloning Speech Have you ever wished you could have a clone of yourself? Someone to do your homework, tidy your room or go to school for you when you just can't be bothered. Imagine if you had a clone. What would you do? As the technology used to clone mammals improves, it becomes more and more likely that humans could one day be clones as well. Clones are genetically identical organisms. This, in simpler terms, means that every single piece of DNA is exactly the same between the 'clones' which causes them to have exactly the same features. Clones are completely possible and the study of animal clones can lead to greater understanding of age and age-related disorders. Also, cloning could be used in future to preserve endangered species, which is an ever increasing threat to some populations in our world. The first cloned mammal was Dolly the sheep, cloned in 1996. This experiment is probably one of the most controversial in the science of cloning. The procedure involved implanting a nucleus from one sheep into the egg cell of another, and therefore cloning the sheep from which the nucleus was from. This was a major development in this particular field of science, however with it, it carried many ethical issues. During the experiment there were 277 attempts, with only 1 being successful - that success was Dolly. There was a high rate of still born and abnormal sheep, this
Writing to Analyse, Review, and Comment: "Life is unfair" Is it?
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Conversation Language Features - online dating conversation
S to T that she meet on a online dating website, she is communicating through text. S: Hi, Tim… thanks for giving me your number x Paralinguistic feature “x” to show they like each other (want to be more then friends). The punctuation of ellipsis “…” to show non fluency features, this could suggest thinking time or could mean she is trying to create suspense to tell T then she is nervous about what she is going to say next. T: No worries – my pleasure you look really good in your profile picture xx T uses paralinguistic features “ ” this is done so show that he is being friendly towards S and may suggest that he is excited to hear from her too. T then uses another paralinguistic feature “xx” the first “X” he may have done to be friendly towards S, but the other “x” may be done to show he is interested in her. S: Thanks! You’re quite the charmer, aren’t you? ;) where should we meet for our first date? X S replies with a “!” this prosodic feature is used to show she is happy with what he said to her. She then compliments T and ends the compliment with a paralinguistic feature “;)” she does this to inform T that she is interested in him as she tries to use icons to show she is trying to be quite flirty. She then adds the paralinguistic feature of “x” notice she only does it once to not sound too keen. T: You’re
Creative Writing - 'Looking Back' - I felt miserable, mournful and melancholy when I was told that it was a boarding school.
I am going to write about my many memories of Mill Hall Primary School and my operation. I am also going to write about my relationships with my family and pet cat Cedric. I remember leaving my family and moving to Newbury with terrible, tearful goodbye when I had to stay at Mill Hall. My relationship with my family was very strong and it was the first time that I had to slip steadily away from my closely connected family. Have you ever had to do anything like that? I shouted 'No! No! No!' to my parents because I felt miserable, mournful and melancholy when I was told that it was a boarding school because I had never stayed there before, this was totally terrifying. On the first day of the winter season, I travelled by taxi to Mill Hall, upon arrival I immediately saw an enormous building surrounded by ivy covered walls. As the car stopped, I imagined it wheezed its deathly cough probably from its sorry engine. I suddenly took a quick glance at a large, ligneous door in the middle of the building which looked like it had been locked for centuries. My curiosity was quite overpowering. I wanted to know the deepest secrets of this mysterious mansion. My taxi driver shouted 'We're here!' I stepped out of the car as slowly as I could and I could feel the wind howling its mighty objection. As the winter fell, I noticed the trees, as tall as a giraffe, found themselves wearing a
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Dear Editor, I am writing to express my opinion on the trend of people replacing shark's fin soup with bird's nest soup in their wedding banquets. There has been a heated debate about that. Nowadays, people may think that eating bird's nest is better than eating shark's fin soup in the wedding banquets. I agree about that. Shark's fin soup is a popular delicacy in Hong Kong. If people still always eating shark's fin soup, the sharks may on the verge of extinction. The number of sharks caught is unsustainable. This means that we are killing sharks faster than they can reproduce. Shark is on the top of the food chain, it will affect the entire marine ecosystem. Because of that, we should use bird to instead of shark. Bird's nest soup is a delicacy in Chinese cuisine. A few species of swift, the cave swifts, are renowned for building the saliva nests used to produce the unique texture of this soup. Producing bird's nest soup and shark's fin soup does not need to kill the birds and sharks. Although the remainder of the fish, which is often still alive, is thrown back into the sea after the fins have been cut off, but cutting off fins from living sharks and throwing back into the sea only occurs in longline fishing vessels that are targeting other types of fish, such as tuna and swordfish. Sharks may also die quickly after cutting the shark's fin. Besides, the killing trade
Describe the scene of a school lunch hall
Describe the scene of a school lunch hall Condensation slides its way down the window, leaving behind it a ribbon of smooth, murky darkness. The sheer suffocating heat and humidity inside suggests the number of drenched bodies seeking refuge from the relentless onslaught of rain. In one corner, a single teacher loses the battle to restrain a group of shouting children and is swamped in a wave of uniformed bodies. Buzzing with anticipation, their instincts triggered by the promise of food, the mass of children charges past him into the canteen. Dragging back some small measure of control, he finally manages to stem the flow and continues to thin out the crowd at a steadier pace with many jealous glances towards the table where several of his fellow teachers lounge, indulging in a few sweet, children-free minutes. As the room fills, the shouts, yells and vague discussion coming from the hoard of tatty teenagers rise to a pitch and volume that could shame a football crowd. Wanting to live up to their reputation, the children continue their barrage of sound, undeterred by the half-hearted efforts of their teachers. Finally, however, as the initial rush of eager bodies reduces, the disruption falls to a minimum and the children split off into groups. At the centre of one such gathering sits a rather plain girl putting up with the unwanted attention of several of her social
the boy in the striped pyjamas film review
The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas (12A) Plot When a family's father (Thewlis) is relocated as he gets a job promotion, Bruno (Butterfield) is forced to move to an old prison-like house from his luxury of living in Berlin. With an urge to explore he escapes through the forbidden back door and finds himself becoming close to a young boy strangely dressed in striped pyjamas, the only thing separating them, an electric fence. Prepare to see the world through a young child's eyes like never before, as his innocence disappears and a forbidden friendship is gained with no boundaries, we discover the lines dividing us and the hope uniting us when we follow Bruno in his journey of self discovery. Review As you watch The Boy in Striped Pyjamas prepare for an emotional and inspiring feeling from a film that can guarantee to give you a new perspective and a useful insight into one of the major events in history. Join Butterfield in a vastly charming, sympathetic performance of his discovery, friendship and ultimate deception. Young Bruno (Butterfield) has been raised in a near to perfect lifestyle in Berlin with his dependable family and friends. But Bruno's life takes a sudden drop as he is forced to move into a prison-like large house for his overpowering father's (Thewlis) work as a soldier. The story of Bruno's life as it deteriorates moves us when he finds his only escape from this
Descriptive Writing. Over a ridge to the north, surrounded by rolling hills on each side, a desolate church stood isolated and abandoned, the fog slowly creeping towards it;
Dense fog gathered in the centre of the terrain. Over a ridge to the north, surrounded by rolling hills on each side, a desolate church stood isolated and abandoned, the fog slowly creeping towards it; tendrils, like fingers, clawed their way closer, slowly smothering the open pathway that lead to the entrance with the oak doors of the church. The hazel frame of the door had a corner missing, all splintered and fractured from where the mites had been chewing for centuries. The metal of the door handle had eroded with rust and the colour had faded from the harsh gold that it once was to a dull grey today, each screw had its own swarm of mites, chewing from corner to corner, fighting and competing against the rest. The gravestones that surround the church outside from all four sides were standing stationary, helpless and crippled from age, each symbolizing its life through the gentle glimmer of light that was shining softly from above. The wind howling, almost creating sounds like the whispers of those who lay beneath. No other sounds except those of your feet as they step across the moss-covered ground. All around, the dead were kept company with statues of mythical creatures, gargoyles perched comfortably against the old black, wrought fencing tipped with spikes covered with old vines combined throughout. Stone angels peering at you as if to keep you away, or perhaps to
Creative Writing - Isolated.
Isolated There she sat, her pale, tear-stained face gazing onto the dark street. The street was dead. Everyone was asleep, everyone that was, but her. She sat there blankly, and watched as gradually night turned to day and the street started to become more and more alive. The postman plodded along, chirpy as usual, and the kids from next door screeched and giggled as they chased each other down the street. Her life must go on, she knew she had to get over it, and move on. Yet still she sat there, the salty tears running down her cheeks. Why did it have to happen to her? There were plenty of other people in the world, so why was it that she was the one person who it had to happen to, the one person who had to suffer? She knew that she couldn't stay cooped up in her room for the rest of her life, so after prolonged deliberation she came to the conclusion that her only option was to run away. She reached over to her desk, opened the drawer and pulled out her purse. She tipped its small contents onto the bed, and counted. "Fifty five, sixty, sixty two, sixty two pounds and seventy four pence," she muttered to herself, "well, that's not going to go far, but it's all I've got." She carefully placed the money back into her grubby purse, and put it into her bag. She paused to listen to the world around her when she heard a slamming of a door. They were in the house.
Describe a typical day in the life of a teacher in Singapore.
Describe a typical day in the life of a teacher in Singapore. Clad in an impeccable white blouse and tight black pencil skirt, Mrs. Tay walked briskly towards the classroom where her first lesson was to be held. The sweltering and scorching weather was making her feel less than comfortable. She could feel beads of sweat trickling down her forehead. Lifting up her hand, she hurriedly swiped the perspiration off her forehead before it got into her eyes. Pursing her lips in irritation, she stepped into the class of 4E, only to be met with a horrendous scene yet again. Paper planes were flying around the classroom, girls were busy gossiping and giggling and the boys were having an arm wrestling match. The chaotic scene ensued. "Children," she muttered and sighed in annoyance under her breath. Clapping her hands three times, she waited impatiently for the class to settle down. It took a while before the class finally settled down. "So today, I will be teaching you about..." Even though she had taught this lesson many times in her past nine years of teaching, she never once felt bored about teaching the lesson again. Teaching was her passion and she wanted to ensure that her students are able to gain knowledge from her lessons. She always felt a sense of satisfaction whenever she saw her students scoring well for their examinations. Smiling happily, she continued with her
