The Whispers

Her eyes are watery, but she still manages to look so strong. “Do you feel any better?” “Yeah…” I say in a barely audible whisper. I clear my throat before trying again. “Yeah. Heaps. Thank you.” She smiles, flashing pearly white teeth at me “Good. Look, I’m no therapist or whatever so I don’t really know what to say, but I can promise to be here if you ever need me. Do you…

phones ringing, giggles, hushed voices, tapping of laptop keys and footsteps. Sarah disembarks the train at Leeds Station and again is swept along the platform, this time excitement and joy, overwhelms her like a wave crashing on the sands, as she whispers “Hello Yorkshire, Hello New Life.” The train starts to move. The noise, the rapid movement, children’s excited giggles and end of conversations on mobiles surround’s Sarah Jane as she frantically looks for her North facing window seat. Sarah…

thought my actions were just and normal. Conducting my research, I learned that norms do exercise social control, especially with sanctions. Violating my norm had me realize that if I truly was an expecting mother drinking and smoking, the looks and whispers would express great disapproval and possibly make me stop my actions until my behavior/actions are finally rewarded with positive sanctions, i.e., smile and praise. The immediate sanction responses help to train our conscience and helps us…

Hero’s Journey Narrative He handed me a blue necklace before he perished into the burning fires of the precious mansion he held so dear to him. He just laid there, watching his valuables burn to ashes and follow the path of the outside wind. His last words were, “Look in the cupboard, everything is there for you.” He said it with such seriousness, he was accepting his death and that is what pained me the most. I quickly ran after him, but he pushed me away. I watched him burn within the horrible…

giving personification to the elephant, when it states that the elephant went crazy with fear. “This tree had a smooth, thick trunk and a big, sheltering crown of leaves where the wind would gently whisper, this sentence gives human characteristics to the wind, as it says that the wind would gently whisper. The last personification within Fearing The Wind, is when the tree is given human characteristics and is supposed to be the…

The Fight Against Aids It was August 19 when the famous Mary Fischer gave her historic Whisper of the Aids Speech. She gave it at the Republican National Convention in Houston, Texas. At the time back then speeches were not usually given but she took the chance. When she first started speaking nobody was listening to her but as she kept on speaking. She stilled the noisy crowd and everyone had her undivided attention. In my source, Defined by words not a disease, Shaw wrote that “TWENTY…

In the world of psychology, there is a class of mental illnesses collectively known as personality disorders, which are used to explain the unhealthy thoughts and behaviors of certain individuals (“Narcissism” 1). One of the many conditions in this category is known as narcissistic personality disorder or pathological narcissism. There is no set “list” of symptoms for narcissistic personality disorder, but it is often characterized by an exaggerated sense of self-importance, an obsession with…

Heartache and misfortune are inevitable as we go through life, but it is how we respond to these misfortunes that defines who we are. No one wants bad things to happen to them, in fact we do everything we can to avoid going through difficult times, but some things can not be avoided. Something we can avoid is obsessing over the inevitably unfortunate things that happen in our lives. There was a time in my own life when I was on the edge of being consumed in my own sadness. In fourth grade,…

II- The second poem I will look at is “Mid-term break”, the most emotional of the two poems. The simple and straight forward title caught my attention suggesting to me that this poem is going to be about a positive experience, a break from work, a time to relax. The poem is about one of Heaney's most traumatizing experience and memory of his childhood, going to his first ever funeral and it being the one of his only brother, who was just four years old when he died. The beginning line shows a…

top of her thighs. For a brief moment Harriet allowed herself to be caught up in the comforting feeling of acceptance, but as she let go she felt the walls closing in around her once again. “You look tired ma'ma, how was work?” The quiet voice whispers softly. Harriet looks down into the angelic face…