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5. The news piece on the Aboriginal movement Idle No More (INM) by Chris Dart draws attention to the sudden explosion of support the movement gained a few years ago in its onset during a protest at Yonge and Dundas square. Although, the movements roots are based in fighting for aboriginal rights, the INM leaders realized that it is essential to engage Canadians outside the movement in order to achieve broader success. The news piece exposes that the environmental aspect within the INM movement…

Then, all of a sudden, I heard the roar of a car engine. A car was racing down a nearby street and then the screech car tires echoed throughout the town. “That was close, probably on the main street parallel to me”, I thought. The squeal of sliding tires kept on going and going, for what seemed like a lifetime. Then, I heard the car crash and followed by only the eerie sound of crickets in the night. Still in work mode from a long day on the job, I decided to go check it out. Driving to the…

County, although some cities contribute much more taxes than those given back and vice versa. Most people would agree that it's only fair that every city keeps its own taxes that its residents contribute. The taxes would go towards services, such as: street repairs, public services, transportation, etc. This makes lots of sense, since residents would be getting back from the city, the money they paid themselves, in the form of city…

though the family becomes destitute because of the storm they rise up because of a good harvest afterward. The second way challenges interfere with the people’s poverty is when Kenny gets frustrated with them. For example, “Do not the sick die in the streets because there is no hospital for them?” (Markandaya 46) The people have no hope when it comes to getting sick because there is no place for them to go for they are too…

The sun beat down on us as we drew squares on the crumbled street and numbered them with the chalk we had stolen. We played lagoori with a pile of stones and a dirt-covered ball. Each day, our bodies grew, our minds expanded, the streets crumbled some more, but the chalk was always stolen and the stones were always free. My mother’s cold palm gently woke me. A sea of bored, excited and curious faces moved in an unseen current. There were plasma screens of arrival and departure times and people…

is an inspiring book about three young men rising from the streets and fulfilling a dream to become doctors. Their experiences and emotions educate teachers about the daily struggles students face, while also helping teachers comprehend Standards Two and Three of the New Jersey Professional Standards for Teachers. This is especially true when considering the three young men’s assets and liabilities that contributed to their learning, such as such as their individual experiences, family, and…

a sense of peacefulness. But not on this night. The lights gleamed with a tinge of red, the cobblestone streets which I've walked down since I was just a child had a cold and unwelcoming look to them. Tonight is different. Everything is different. Like a dark, suffocating cloak had been draped over the town. What is happening here? And why the fuck did I come back? As I walked down the street I counted each and every stone, just as I used to, observing the renovated but still oddly familiar…

Ah, the sweet taste of success! I thought as my teeth sank into my Kit-Kat bar, which was the only piece of candy I managed to keep. Alone in my room, I munched onto the candy and recalled the unexpected events of tonight... Halloween started like every other year. I told my mom I was headed to Jenny’s house for her Halloween party. In reality, I went trick or treating. This year, my best friend, Jenny, and I agreed to dress up as Twix and Kit-Kat bars. The next few weeks were spent planning…

“home” was for my siblings and me an abuse-laden place where torture and rape were commonplace. The cruelty was rampant for my immediate family, their friends, and my aunts, uncles and grandparents. The safest place for me was out on the streets. As I wandered the streets, I met many kind and helpful people. However, some of the strangers did not have benevolent hearts and I was kidnapped twice. During my childhood and early adulthood my physical body was repeatedly beaten and broken down; but I…

conversation..I didn’t expect him to actually understand at all, but I also didn’t expect him to be completely ignorant about it either. “Cherry, look what’s coming,” Marcia quickly addressed. I watched the blue Mustang as it was coming down the street.…