Personal writing - David's Table

David's Table Danielle's heart stopped the moment He stepped through the doorway. Although He was the reason that she came to this particular café at this precise time, she wasn't certain about her vague information. Go to Isabella's at quarter past four. He orders a cappuccino and a biscuit. He sits outside under the green umbrella at a wooden table and drinks his coffee, giving his biscuit to the birds. Sure enough, Danielle's man was given a polystyrene cup and white paper bag. She watched from her dark corner as He went outside. When she left, she noticed crumbs surrounding Him. The next day, Danielle couldn't curtail her thoughts. Whenever she looked at the clock she wondered what He was doing at that moment. At last, the bell rang and her body tensed in anticipation, but she had to wait until the end of roll call to grab her bag and make her way to Isabella's. Sitting at the same corner table, Danielle again ordered a cappuccino. Danielle hated coffee but it made her feel closer to Him. Today, she listened to His order at the counter. "Cappuccino to go and one of those cornflake biscuits, thanks." Danielle smiled when the owner of the café laughed and took His money. "David, mate, you've been coming here for months and its always the same thing..." Danielle knew this was Him. "...And you only have different biscuits because you take whatever's there." David

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  • Level: GCSE
  • Subject: English
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Controlling the Intellectual Property of Medicine and Drugs Through the Power of Patenting

Controlling the Intellectual Property of Medicine and Drugs Through the Power of Patenting Remember when you were a child and you went over to play at your friend's house? When you were in his or her room and you saw that perfect Barbie doll outfit; that perfect little toy car that you've always wanted ever since you were five but your mother couldn't afford it. The toy that you felt you desperately needed. Remember the urge that you underwent? To just pinch it off the shelf and hide it in your backpack, knowing that he or she would never miss it anyway, as they had never even used it? Then, remember the conscience that stopped you in your mother's voice, telling you it was wrong and you weren't allowed? This exact situation of emotions in adult life is experienced, except that the states of affairs are more serious. Information that people want or need is not available to the public, and instead of your mother's voice telling you the consequences, you have the law doing so. This is due to the issue of patents. Patents are intellectual properties that protect inventions. In fact, the U.S Constitution Article 1 actually described this clause as the following: "The Congress shall have power ... To promote the progress of science and useful arts, by securing for limited times to authors and inventors the exclusive right to their respective writings and discoveries"1. The first

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  • Subject: English
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Personal writing - Mistake

Mistake He sat there, eyes locked onto the screen. It cast an eerie glow onto his face, the only source of light in the otherwise dark room. His eyes never moving, he ran his fingers over the keys, hammering them clumsily. The long day at school had taken its toll on him. No one understood him. It filled him with a burning hate. His fellow students avoided him as if he had some sort of hideous abnormality. The teachers picked on him just because he did things differently. Accusing him of cheating, of plagiarism, of copying that woman, his maths teacher had kept him in an hour after school. Upon arriving home he had wisely to go quickly to his room, avoiding contact with his parents completely. He knew he was not missing much. His mum would have furiously asked why he was late. His dad would have hit him again. No one understood him. Then there was the computer. It had drawn him with its inviting electronic glow and its beautiful accuracy. It did not avoid him. It did not scorn him. It understood him. Its sole purpose was to help him limitlessly and to act as a guardian to protect him from the harsh outside world. It existed for him. He existed for it. A voice floated from downstairs, a distraction. "Yes, I'll be down soon," he replied "60 seconds... ... until he was traced. Sweat covered his face like a thin film. His fingers glided over the keys, barely touching them.

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  • Level: GCSE
  • Subject: English
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A life in the day of...(in 2035)

A life in the day of...(in

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A night to Remember!

A night to Remember! It was the year 2000 and I was just starting the first term of senior school that's when it all started I mean the "Bullying". I was 13 and was bullied from day one. Claire was the main one she was about 6ft tall with ginger stringy hair, and outstanding eyes. She looked nice but there was another side to her a nasty, hateful person. I couldn't understand what quite went wrong why me? I was quiet. I barely communicated with anyone! Everyday id wake wondering what will she do or say today? It scared the living day lights out of me. It was the name calling to start with then the abuse started. Walking to the senior toilets was like walking into a cloud with a dark side waiting to approach me. The toilets were filled with cigarette smoke and foul mouthed girls. They cornered me, tripped me and shouted in my face it was like total hell I felt like I was small. I questioned them " what have I done to deserve this?" They just retarded don't you speak to me you tart! Then I reported them to MRS Blair but nothing happened. I never walked out the school gates. I was scared stiff they would see me. I was looking forward to the Christmas annual switching on of the lights in Ballymoney. I had planned to meet with my boyfriend Davis and best friend Jane in the town. I was having a great time then on my way to rafters I met Karen, Claries best

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English Language essay - Funeral

English Language essay - Funeral I gaze around. I see one family, brought together, to mourn for one of our own. Countless numbers of dark figures stand on parade, speaking in unison to pay our respects to one whom we adore. The sadness corrupts my inner soul and my heart bleeds a river inside. Nothing could change the wretchedness I feel. We leave, what seems to me, not a holy church, but more of a devil's palace. But the worst is yet to come. Still shedding tears I climb into the hearse, my eyes fixed upon the noble man in the back, in the vain hope that there would be life in him once again. It is useless. I stare outside in the deepest of depression, worrying about the road that lies ahead of us. The road spirals through the Welsh mountains and through the vast fields of my homeland. My mind strays aimlessly into the expanse, and a single minute feels like a lifetime upon this cursed Earth. The winding road takes us through light and dark as we progress through a city of leaves and reappear into the sunshine. One after the other, we are a pack of vehicles, in pursuit of the hearse in front. We ascend the mountain side in single file to achieve our goal, and I stare down at the town, which is just now a memory of suffering and sorrow. We reach the peak, but appallingly, there is still more to come. The car comes to a halt; my heart beats. Sweat drips from every pore.

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  • Subject: English
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West Indian carpenter - What the poem is about.

What the poem is about * The poem describes the workshop and daily life of a highly skilled West Indian carpenter (lines 1-20). * His livelihood is threatened by imported steel and formica furniture (lines 21-26). * On Sundays, the carpenter becomes a sculptor, carving out of his imagination wooden figures which resemble the effigies of old African gods (lines 27-47). * He is reminded of Africa and feels anger. How the poem is written Structure and sound The poem is arranged in couplets (pairs of lines), but there isn't a regular pattern to these couplets. The line endings don't always come where we would expect them. The sense seems to 'cut' suddenly from one line to the next: The knuckles of his hands were sil-/ vered knobs of nails hit, hurt and flat-/ tened out with blast of heavy hammer. This creates a kind of unpredictability in the movement of the lines. It makes us read them more tentatively. We have to find our way through the poem. What does this suggest about the carpenter? The poem is full of sounds: * Make a list of all the alliteration you can find in the poem. What's the effect? 'it shone like his short-sighted glasses' (line 4) 'nails hit, hurt' (line 6) Can you hear the sound of the plane gliding over the wood and the harsh banging of the hammer? * There is some repetition of sounds in the poem too: 'dug out / wood out' (lines 1-2) 'hurt

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The Climax

The Climax Maureen Downing lives in a small council flat in Croydon; the council flat is grey and musty- the smell is choking. It smells of cardboard. The wallpaper all over the flat is still from the years ago when Alfred, her husband had originally hung it, when they moved in. Alfred Downing was Maureen's husband; they were married for 67 years. He had been stabbed for his money outside their block of flats 13 years ago. Maureen has not recovered from her loss- she used to call him "her everything". When he was taken away, she said she would never be truly alive again. She hasn't listened to music since, nor has she laughed. Her days are all the same- she wakes at 6 (her father was a miner, he'd leave for the pits at this hour, she had never broken out of this habit, much to Alfred's displeasure). She sits and "watches life go by" in the park. She watches animals, and people walking by. She says it's incredible how many people pass by. They had never had children; she couldn't- no one knows this. She is sitting in front of the television, her face, fixed to the screen with a feeling of wisdom and peace I've never seen before. The television is not on. Her wrinkled, battered face is small and narrow; it is astoundingly wrinkled. Her lips and narrow and taught. Maureen was a singer and had always wanted to sing in the clubs in the city. Years went by, and so did her dreams.

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In what ways is Grace Nichols Using an Individual, Characteristic Poetic Voice For Forest?

In what ways is Grace Nichols Using an Individual, Characteristic Poetic Voice For Forest? The ways in which Grace Nichols using an individual, characteristic poetic voice is very different from other poets such as Ted Hughes or Seamus Heaney. From a first impression of the poem, we can see there is no set poem structure. This is a free verse poem, almost in a conversational style. The fifth and sixth stanza's begin with 'and' and 'but' respectively as if it is speaking to the reader personally. This is unlike many poems and is free of style. I believe that Grace Nichols is British but with a strong Jamaican or Caribbean background. We can predict this by the fact that the poem is written in English originally and the English used is not Standard English. This poem is in dialect English, the word forms, which are non-standard as in many cases, prove this the word 'is' is not present. Also there are no definite articles throughout the poem. Throughout the most common words in English like 'the' and 'a' are very rare within the poem. There are therefore no grammatical words. There are only indefinite articles, which are words that actually have a meaning, also called lexical. Grace Nichols is once again confirmed as being from the Caribbean region by the Spanish links given in the poem. The word 'eldorado' meaning 'golden one' is a Spanish word. In history, the Spanish went

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The Exception For No Exceptions

RuthAnn Milbert 4/23/2010 Lynne Lerych English 101 Essay Draft #1 The Exception For No Exceptions With a law that declares that a state shall not discriminate against, or grant preferential treatment to anyone due to race, sex, etc. it's hard to think of a reason that would exempt someone, but RCW 49.60.400 does almost immediately. Can this law actually be a good thing if it can't even exist without wavering to multiple exceptions? RCW 49.60.400 was created on December 3, 1998 with the purpose of stopping discrimination or granting preferential treatment to people in public employment, public education, and public contracting due to race, sex, ethnicity, or where the originated from. The basic idea of equality among the public can obviously be thought of as a positive one, but it's limited. RCW 49.60.400 doesn't affect any lawful classification that is based on sex and is necessary for sexual privacy or medical/psychological treatments, provides separate athletic teams determined by sex, or is needed for police or other law enforcement that is undercover or audio, video, theatrical casting, or film. Basis of the laws that aren't affected by RCW 49.60.400 aren't the only restrictions. Time is also against the law. This law doesn't effect any action taken before December 3, 1998. So regardless of how many times this law may have been violated previous to this date, it

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