Supermarket Description - Sleek, automatic, glass doors slid smoothly open, only to divulge a cacophony of noise.
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The lack of understanding towards the concequences of bullying. Suicide. It's a touchy subject isn't it? But it happens; it's a fact of life. Did you know that every 90 minutes, somewhere in the world, a teenager takes their own life? There are over 5000 teenage suicides every year. Half of those, that's around 2,500 lives, are taken not due to family issues, not due to depression or abuse, not due to pressure at school, but due to bullying. There are various types of it, but most have three things in common; it is deliberately hurtful behaviour, it is typically repeated over time and often there is an imbalance of power, which makes it hard for those being bullied to defend themselves. There is a certain type of bullying which is becoming more of a social problem; cyber bullying. Cyber bullying is the act of causing harm to others using digital media like email, mobile phones, social networking sites, and the general internet. This is one of the most common forms of Internet abuse because of its supposed anonymity and instant power. Users say and do things they would never do in public or real life. Did you know that over 58% of adolescents and teenagers have been bullied? And around the same number have been engaged in cyber bullying? Did you know that more than 1 in 3 young people have been threatened online? Whether it is an empty threat or a violent threat, it's still
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Write an essay to be published on your school website about this dilemma with reference to one experience you had when using the Internet. Discuss what should be made public and what should remain private,
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Compare how a persons culture is shown to be important in Hurricane Hits England and in one other poem.
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