Friday, February 14, 2020
RETIREMENT ASSIGNMENT - Essay Example (Show how you calculated your ending salary and the number that you calculated. Then answer the question about your desired retirement income.) Many financial planners suggest that retirement income (from all sources) should be from 70% to 100% of the salary one had in the last year before they retire. How large will your portfolio have to be (when you retire) to provide your desired standard of living? This problem asks how much money you must accumulate (PVA) by the time you retire or are done working to live for n years, on a retirement income of (PMT) per year if you earn interest rate i. For example, imagine somebody about to retire today, who assumes that they are going to live for n=20 years, wants an income (PMT) = $200,000 per year during their retirement and their annuity earns i = 10% interest: Or, verbally, if this person had a portfolio of $1,702,712 on the day they retired, if they lived for another 20 years, and earned 10%, their annuity would pay $200,000 per year, and there will be nothing left when the person died. (Remember this example is for today: Your number will be much larger because your retirement will take place almost 50 years from now.) Value of Defined Benefit Plan with Single Employer: Suppose you take your first job with an employer that offers a defined benefit retirement plan and a beginning salary of $54,000/yr. Suppose also that you average 5.0% raises every year and that you stay with the same employer for all 48 years of your career. Note that during your 48-year career, you will receive 47 raises, the last of which happens on your last working day, which is also your 70th birthday. (No matter your current age, consider that you start working at age 22, and retire at 70). Assume a salary of $54,000 in the first year and an inflation rate of 2.0%. c. Assuming that the employerÃ¢â¬â¢s defined benefit plan pays 1.25% of ending salary per year of employment, what
Sunday, February 2, 2020
Malathion, the Benefits of its Application Outweighs the Validated Risk - Article Example They further assured that the chemical application is safe because it degrades to harmless materials rapidly after application (Agency for Toxic Substances and Disease Registry, 2005, Section 1). But the opponents argued that some sector of Genericville City community may be susceptible to the potential hazards of Malathion contamination. They estimated there could be as many as 90 cases of Malathion related illnesses from the proposed application program with four that may be fatal according to reports (Agency for Toxic Substances and Disease Registry, 2005, Section 3). At stake in this situation, aside from the safety of the residents and its ecosystem is the economy of the city, which depended on tourism. Without the pesticide application, tourists would be hesitant to come to the city. With the use of the chemical the ecosystem that is the best asset for tourism may be affected. Choosing the best option, therefore, requires weighing the benefits against the risk and finding a win-win solution. To obtain a rational decision let us examine the veracity of the arguments presented by both the proponents and opponents of using Malathion and equate them with information at hand. The arguments revolve around the fact that Malathion is toxic to humans and useful insects within the ecosystem. The pros assured that the toxicity hazard is negligible while oppositions insisted it can cause the fatality. Let us, therefore, examine what authorities and studies have to say. As far as toxicity of the chemical is concerned, there are several ways of human exposure to the hazard either ingestion, inhalation, or through dermal means. Sources of exposures are through the air during and after spraying, on residues remaining on leaves and materials, and on contaminated water. The chemical dose that may be fatal to human is far greater than the possible exposure caused by both ground and aerial spraying using approved levels. The Food and Drug Administration (FDA) and the EPA allow a maximum amount of 8 parts per million (ppm) of Malathion to be present as a residue on specific crops used as foods. The risk associated with overdose or fatal dose is non-existent if proper safety precautionary measures are strictly followed. Much of the residues can be removed by washing. In fact, the US FDA approved the use of Malathion as a prescription drug for the treatment of head lice on humans (APHIS, 2006). The Environment Protection Agency (EPA) classifies Malathion as having "suggestive evidence of carcinogenicity, but the evidence is not sufficient to assess human carcinogenic potential" (APHIS, 2006). Ã
Friday, January 24, 2020
Chapters 13-15 Summary John Seward's diary continues the story, describing how Lucy Westenra and her mother are buried together. Before the funeral, Van Helsing covers the coffin and body with garlic and places a crucifix in Lucy's mouth. He tells a confused Seward that, after the funeral, they must cut off the corpse's head and stuff her mouth with garlic. The next day, however, Van Helsing learns that someone has stolen the crucifix from the body, and he tells Seward that they have to wait before doing anything. Arthur Holmwood (Lord Godalming since his father's death) is heartbroken and turns to Seward for consolation. Looking at Lucy's corpse, he cannot believe that she is really dead. Van Helsing asks Arthur for Lucy's personal papers, hoping that they will give some clue as to the cause of her death. Meanwhile, Mina Murray's diary describes how she and Jonathan Harker are together in London when he sees a tall, fierce man with a black mustache and beard. Jonathan is convinced that it is Count Dracula, grown young and come to England, but he becomes so upset that he slips into a sleep and remembers nothing when he wakes. Mina decides that she must read his Transylvanian diary, for the sake of his health. That night, a telegram informs Mina of Lucy's death. An excerpt from a local paper follows, describing how a number of children have been temporarily abducted in Hampstead Heath (the area where Lucy was buried) by a strange woman whom the children call "the Bloof...
Thursday, January 16, 2020
The shadow was huge and misshapen. It loomed over me, top-heavy, swinging closer to my face. I think I meant to scream, but the sound got trapped in my throat, and all that came out was a breathless squeak. Ã¢â¬Å"Shh, it's just me,Ã¢â¬ Jamie whispered. Something bulky and roundish rolled from his shoulders and plopped softly to the floor. When it was gone I could see his true, lithe shadow against the moonlight. I caught a few gasps of air, my hand clutching at my throat. Ã¢â¬Å"Sorry,Ã¢â¬ he whispered, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. Ã¢â¬Å"I guess that was pretty stupid. I was trying not to wake Doc-I didn't even think how I would scare you. You okay?Ã¢â¬ He patted my ankle, which was the part of me closest to him. Ã¢â¬Å"Sure,Ã¢â¬ I huffed, still breathless. Ã¢â¬Å"Sorry,Ã¢â¬ he muttered again. Ã¢â¬Å"What are you doing here, Jamie? Shouldn't you be asleep?Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"That's why I'm here. Uncle Jeb was snoring like you wouldn't believe. I couldn't stand it anymore.Ã¢â¬ His answer didn't make sense to me. Ã¢â¬Å"Don't you usually sleep with Jeb?Ã¢â¬ Jamie yawned and bent to untie the bulky bedroll he'd dropped to the floor. Ã¢â¬Å"No, I usually sleep with Jared. He doesn't snore. But you know that.Ã¢â¬ I did. Ã¢â¬Å"Why don't you sleep in Jared's room, then? Are you afraid to sleep alone?Ã¢â¬ I wouldn't have blamed him for that. It seemed like I was constantly terrified here. Ã¢â¬Å"Afraid,Ã¢â¬ he grumbled, offended. Ã¢â¬Å"No. This is Jared's room. And mine.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"What?Ã¢â¬ I gasped. Ã¢â¬Å"Jeb put me in Jared's room?Ã¢â¬ I couldn't believe it. Jared would kill me. No, he would kill Jeb first, and then he would kill me. Ã¢â¬Å"It's my room, too. And I told Jeb you could have it.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Jared will be furious,Ã¢â¬ I whispered. Ã¢â¬Å"I can do what I want with my room,Ã¢â¬ Jamie muttered rebelliously, but then he bit his lip. Ã¢â¬Å"We won't tell him. He doesn't have to know.Ã¢â¬ I nodded. Ã¢â¬Å"Good idea.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"You don't mind if I sleep in here, do you? Uncle Jeb's really loud.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"No, I don't mind. But Jamie, I don't think you should.Ã¢â¬ He frowned, trying to be tough instead of hurt. Ã¢â¬Å"Why not?Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Because it's not safe. Sometimes people come looking for me at night.Ã¢â¬ His eyes went wide. Ã¢â¬Å"They do?Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Jared always had the gun-they went away.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Who?Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"I don't know-Kyle sometimes. But there are surely others who are still here.Ã¢â¬ He nodded. Ã¢â¬Å"All the more reason why I should stay. Doc might need help.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Jamie -Ã¢â¬Å" Ã¢â¬Å"I'm not a kid, Wanda. I can take care of myself.Ã¢â¬ Obviously, arguing was only going to make him more stubborn. Ã¢â¬Å"At least take the bed,Ã¢â¬ I said, surrendering. Ã¢â¬Å"I'll sleep on the floor. It's your room.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"That's not right. You're the guest.Ã¢â¬ I snorted quietly. Ã¢â¬Å"Ha. No, the bed is yours.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"No way.Ã¢â¬ He lay down on the mat, folding his arms tightly across his chest. Again, I saw that arguing was the wrong approach to take with Jamie. Well, this one I could rectify as soon as he was asleep. Jamie slept so deeply it was almost a coma. Melanie could carry him anywhere once he was out. Ã¢â¬Å"You can use my pillow,Ã¢â¬ he told me, patting the one next to the side where he lay. Ã¢â¬Å"You don't need to scrunch up at the bottom there.Ã¢â¬ I sighed but crawled to the top of the bed. Ã¢â¬Å"That's right,Ã¢â¬ he said approvingly. Ã¢â¬Å"Now, could you throw me Jared's?Ã¢â¬ I hesitated, about to reach for the pillow under my head; he jumped up, leaned over me, and snatched the other pillow. I sighed again. We lay in silence for a while, listening to the low whistle of the doctor's breathing. Ã¢â¬Å"Doc has a nice snore, doesn't he?Ã¢â¬ Jamie whispered. Ã¢â¬Å"It won't keep you up,Ã¢â¬ I agreed. Ã¢â¬Å"You tired?Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Yeah.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Oh.Ã¢â¬ I waited for him to say something more, but he was quiet. Ã¢â¬Å"Was there something you wanted?Ã¢â¬ I asked. He didn't answer right away, but I could feel him struggling, so I waited. Ã¢â¬Å"If I asked you something, would you tell me the truth?Ã¢â¬ It was my turn to hesitate. Ã¢â¬Å"I don't know everything,Ã¢â¬ I hedged. Ã¢â¬Å"You would know this. When we were walkingÃ¢â¬ ¦ me and JebÃ¢â¬ ¦ he was telling me some things. Things he thought, but I don't know if he's right.Ã¢â¬ Melanie was suddenly very there in my head. Jamie's whisper was hard to hear, quieter than my breathing. Ã¢â¬Å"Uncle Jeb thinks that Melanie might still be alive. Inside there with you, I mean.Ã¢â¬ My Jamie. Melanie sighed. I said nothing to either of them. Ã¢â¬Å"I didn't know that could happen. Does that happen?Ã¢â¬ His voice broke, and I could hear that he was fighting tears. He was not a boy to cry, and here I'd grieved him this deeply twice in one day. A pain pierced through the general region of my chest. Ã¢â¬Å"Does it, Wanda?Ã¢â¬ Tell him. Please tell him that I love him. Ã¢â¬Å"Why won't you answer me?Ã¢â¬ Jamie was really crying now but trying to muffle the sound. I crawled off the bed, squeezing into the hard space between the mattress and the mat, and threw my arm over his shaking chest. I leaned my head against his hair and felt his tears, warm on my neck. Ã¢â¬Å"Is Melanie still alive, Wanda? Please?Ã¢â¬ He was probably a tool. The old man could have sent him just for this; Jeb was smart enough to see how easily Jamie broke through my defenses. It was possible that Jeb was seeking confirmation for his theory, and he wasn't against using the boy to get it. What would Jeb do when he was certain of the dangerous truth? How would he use the information? I didn't think he meant me harm, but could I trust my own judgment? Humans were deceitful, treacherous creatures. I couldn't anticipate their darker agendas when such things were unthinkable to my species. Jamie's body shook beside me. He's suffering, Melanie cried. She battered ineffectually at my control. But I couldn't blame this on Melanie if it turned out to be a huge mistake. I knew who was speaking now. Ã¢â¬Å"She promised she would come back, didn't she?Ã¢â¬ I murmured. Ã¢â¬Å"Would Melanie break a promise to you?Ã¢â¬ Jamie slid his arms around my waist and clung to me for a long time. After a few minutes, he whispered, Ã¢â¬Å"Love you, Mel.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"She loves you, too. She's so happy that you're here and safe.Ã¢â¬ He was silent long enough for the tears on my skin to dry, leaving a fine, salty dust behind. Ã¢â¬Å"Is everybody like that?Ã¢â¬ Jamie whispered long after I thought he'd fallen asleep. Ã¢â¬Å"Does everybody stay?Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"No,Ã¢â¬ I told him sadly. Ã¢â¬Å"No. Melanie is special.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"She's strong and brave.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Very.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Do you thinkÃ¢â¬ ¦Ã¢â¬ He paused to sniff. Ã¢â¬Å"Do you think that maybe Dad is still there, too?Ã¢â¬ I swallowed, trying to move the lump farther down my throat. It didn't work. Ã¢â¬Å"No, Jamie. No, I don't think so. Not like Melanie is.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Why?Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Because he brought the Seekers looking for you. Well, the soul inside him did. Your father wouldn't have let that happen if he were still there. Your sister never let me see where the cabin was-she didn't even let me know that you existed for the longest time. She didn't bring me here until she was sure that I wouldn't hurt you.Ã¢â¬ It was too much information. Only as I finished speaking did I realize that the doctor wasn't snoring anymore. I could hear no noise from his breathing. Stupid. I cursed myself internally. Ã¢â¬Å"Wow,Ã¢â¬ Jamie said. I whispered into his ear, so close that there was no way the doctor could possibly overhear. Ã¢â¬Å"Yes, she's very strong.Ã¢â¬ Jamie strained to hear me, frowning, and then glanced at the opening to the dark hall. He must have realized the same thing I had, because he turned his face to my ear and whispered back softer than before. Ã¢â¬Å"Why would you do that? Not hurt us? Isn't that what you want?Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"No. I don't want to hurt you.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Why?Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Your sister and I haveÃ¢â¬ ¦ spent a lot of time together. She shared you with me. AndÃ¢â¬ ¦ I started toÃ¢â¬ ¦ to love you, too.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"And Jared, too?Ã¢â¬ I gritted my teeth for a second, chagrined that he had made the connection so easily. Ã¢â¬Å"Of course I don't want anything to hurt Jared, either.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"He hates you,Ã¢â¬ Jamie told me, plainly grieved by the fact. Ã¢â¬Å"Yes. Everyone does.Ã¢â¬ I sighed. Ã¢â¬Å"I can't blame them.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Jeb doesn't. And I don't.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"You might, after you think about it more.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"But you weren't even here when they took over. You didn't pick my dad or my mom or Melanie. You were in outer space then, right?Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Yes, but I am what I am, Jamie. I did what souls do. I've had many hosts before Melanie, and nothing's stopped me fromÃ¢â¬ ¦ taking lives. Again and again. It's how I live.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Does Melanie hate you?Ã¢â¬ I thought for a minute. Ã¢â¬Å"Not as much as she used to.Ã¢â¬ No. I don't hate you at all. Not anymore. Ã¢â¬Å"She says she doesn't hate me at all anymore,Ã¢â¬ I murmured almost silently. Ã¢â¬Å"HowÃ¢â¬ ¦ how is she?Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"She's happy to be here. She's so happy to see you. She doesn't even care that they're going to kill us.Ã¢â¬ Jamie stiffened under my arm. Ã¢â¬Å"They can't! Not if Mel's still alive!Ã¢â¬ You've upset him, Melanie complained. You didn't have to say that. It won't be any easier for him if he's unprepared. Ã¢â¬Å"They won't believe that, Jamie,Ã¢â¬ I whispered. Ã¢â¬Å"They'll think I'm lying to trick you. They'll just want to kill me more if you tell them that. Only Seekers lie.Ã¢â¬ The word made him shudder. Ã¢â¬Å"But you're not lying. I know it,Ã¢â¬ he said after a moment. I shrugged. Ã¢â¬Å"I won't let them kill her.Ã¢â¬ His voice, though quiet as a breath, was fierce with determination. I was paralyzed at the thought of him becoming more involved with this situation, with me. I thought of the barbarians he lived with. Would his age protect him from them if he tried to protect me? I doubted it. My thoughts scrambled, searching for some way to dissuade him without triggering his stubbornness. Jamie spoke before I could say anything; he was suddenly calm, as if the answer was plain in front of him. Ã¢â¬Å"Jared will think of something. He always does.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Jared won't believe you, either. He'll be the angriest of them all.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Even if he doesn't believe it, he'll protect her. Just in case.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"We'll see,Ã¢â¬ I muttered. I'd find the perfect words later-the argument that would not sound like an argument. Jamie was quiet, thinking. Eventually, his breathing got slower, and his mouth fell open. I waited until I was sure he was deeply under, and then I crawled over him and very carefully shifted him from the floor to the bed. He was heavier than before, but I managed. He didn't wake. I put Jared's pillow back where it belonged, and then stretched out on the mat. Well, I thought, I just hurled myself out of the frying pan. But I was too tired to care what this would mean tomorrow. Within seconds, I was unconscious. When I woke, the crevices in the ceiling were bright with echoed sunlight, and someone was whistling. The whistling stopped. Ã¢â¬Å"Finally,Ã¢â¬ Jeb muttered when my eyes fluttered. I rolled onto my side so that I could look at him; as I moved, Jamie's hand slid from my arm. Sometime in the night he must have reached out to me-well, not to me, to his sister. Jeb was leaning against the natural rock door frame, his arms folded across his chest. Ã¢â¬Å"Morning,Ã¢â¬ he said. Ã¢â¬Å"Get enough sleep?Ã¢â¬ I stretched, decided that I felt acceptably rested, and then nodded. Ã¢â¬Å"Oh, don't give me the silent treatment again,Ã¢â¬ he complained, scowling. Ã¢â¬Å"Sorry,Ã¢â¬ I murmured. Ã¢â¬Å"I slept well, thank you.Ã¢â¬ Jamie stirred at the sound of my voice. Ã¢â¬Å"Wanda?Ã¢â¬ he asked. I was ridiculously touched that it was my silly nickname that he spoke on the edge of sleep. Ã¢â¬Å"Yes?Ã¢â¬ Jamie blinked and pulled his tangled hair out of his eyes. Ã¢â¬Å"Oh, hey, Uncle Jeb.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"My room not good enough for you, kid?Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"You snore real loud,Ã¢â¬ Jamie said, and then yawned. Ã¢â¬Å"Haven't I taught you anything?Ã¢â¬ Jeb asked him. Ã¢â¬Å"Since when do you let a guest and a lady sleep on the floor?Ã¢â¬ Jamie sat up suddenly, staring around, disoriented. He frowned. Ã¢â¬Å"Don't upset him,Ã¢â¬ I told Jeb. Ã¢â¬Å"He insisted on taking the mat. I moved him when he was asleep.Ã¢â¬ Jamie snorted. Ã¢â¬Å"Mel always used to do that, too.Ã¢â¬ I widened my eyes slightly at him, trying to convey a warning. Jeb chuckled. I looked up at him, and he had that same pouncing-cat expression he'd had yesterday. The solved-puzzle expression. He walked over and kicked the edge of the mattress. Ã¢â¬Å"You've already missed your morning class. Sharon's bound to be testy about that, so get a move on.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Sharon is always testy,Ã¢â¬ Jamie complained, but he got to his feet quickly. Ã¢â¬Å"On your way, boy.Ã¢â¬ Jamie looked at me again, then he turned and disappeared into the hall. Ã¢â¬Å"Now,Ã¢â¬ Jeb said as soon as we were alone. Ã¢â¬Å"I think all this baby-sitting nonsense has gone on long enough. I'm a busy man. Everyone is busy here-too busy to sit around playin' guard. So today you're going to have to come along with me while I get my chores done.Ã¢â¬ I felt my mouth pop open. He stared at me, no smile. Ã¢â¬Å"Don't look so terrified,Ã¢â¬ he grumbled. Ã¢â¬Å"You'll be fine.Ã¢â¬ He patted his gun. Ã¢â¬Å"My house is no place for babies.Ã¢â¬ I couldn't argue with that. I took three quick, deep breaths, trying to steady my nerves. Blood pulsed so loudly in my ears that his voice seemed quiet in comparison when he spoke again. Ã¢â¬Å"C'mon, Wanda. Day's wasting.Ã¢â¬ He turned and stomped out of the room. I was frozen for a moment, and then I lurched out after him. He wasn't bluffing-he was already invisible around the first corner. I raced after him, horrified by the thought that I might run into someone else in this obviously inhabited wing. I caught up to him before he reached the big intersection of the tunnels. He didn't even look at me as I slowed beside him to match his pace. Ã¢â¬Å"Ã¢â¬ËBout time that northeast field was planted. We'll have to work the soil first. Hope you don't mind getting your hands dirty. After we're done, I'll see that you get a chance to clean yourself up. You need it.Ã¢â¬ He sniffed pointedly, then laughed. I felt the back of my neck get hot, but I ignored the last part. Ã¢â¬Å"I don't mind getting my hands dirty,Ã¢â¬ I murmured. As I recalled, the empty northeastern field was out of the way. Perhaps we would be able to work alone. Once we got to the big plaza cave, we started passing humans. They all stared, infuriated, as usual. I was beginning to recognize most of them: the middle-aged woman with the long salt-and-pepper braid I had seen with the irrigation team yesterday. The short man with the round belly, thinning sandy hair, and ruddy cheeks had been with her. The athletic-looking woman with the caramel brown skin had been the one bent to tie her shoe the first time I'd come out here during the day. Another dark-skinned woman with thick lips and sleepy eyes had been in the kitchen, near the two black-haired children-perhaps she was their mother? Now we passed Maggie; she glowered at Jeb and turned her face away from me. We passed a pale, sick-looking man with white hair whom I was sure I'd never seen before. Then we passed Ian. Ã¢â¬Å"Hey, Jeb,Ã¢â¬ he said cheerfully. Ã¢â¬Å"Whatcha up to?Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Turning the soil in the east field,Ã¢â¬ Jeb grunted. Ã¢â¬Å"Want some help?Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Ought to make yourself useful,Ã¢â¬ Jeb muttered. Ian took this as an assent and fell into step behind me. It gave me goose bumps, feeling his eyes on my back. We passed a young man who couldn't have been many years older than Jamie-his dark hair stood up from his olive-toned forehead like steel wool. Ã¢â¬Å"Hey, Wes,Ã¢â¬ Ian greeted him. Wes watched in silence as we passed. Ian laughed at his expression. We passed Doc. Ã¢â¬Å"Hey, Doc,Ã¢â¬ Ian said. Ã¢â¬Å"Ian.Ã¢â¬ Doc nodded. In his hands was a big wad of dough. His shirt was covered with dark, coarse flour. Ã¢â¬Å"Morning, Jeb. Morning, Wanda.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Morning,Ã¢â¬ Jeb answered. I nodded uneasily. Ã¢â¬Å"See you 'round,Ã¢â¬ Doc said, hurrying off with his burden. Ã¢â¬Å"Wanda, huh?Ã¢â¬ Ian asked. Ã¢â¬Å"My idea,Ã¢â¬ Jeb told him. Ã¢â¬Å"Suits her, I think.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"InterestingÃ¢â¬ was all Ian said. We finally made it to the northeastern field, where my hopes were dashed. There were more people here than there had been in the passageways-five women and nine men. They all stopped what they were doing and scowled, naturally. Ã¢â¬Å"Pay 'em no mind,Ã¢â¬ Jeb murmured to me. Jeb proceeded to follow his own advice; he went to a jumbled pile of tools against the closest wall, shoved his gun through the strap at his waist, and grabbed a pick and two shovels. I felt exposed, having him so far away. Ian was just a step behind me-I could hear him breathing. The others in the room continued to glower, their tools still in their hands. I didn't miss the fact that the picks and hoes that were breaking the earth could easily be used to break a body. It seemed to me, in reading a few of their expressions, that I wasn't the only one with that idea. Jeb came back and handed me a shovel. I gripped the smooth, worn wooden handle, feeling its weight. After seeing the bloodlust in the humans' eyes, it was hard not to think of it as a weapon. I didn't like the idea. I doubted I could raise it as one, even to block a blow. Jeb gave Ian the pick. The sharp, blackened metal looked deadly in his hands. It took all my willpower not to skip out of range. Ã¢â¬Å"Let's take the back corner.Ã¢â¬ At least Jeb took me to the least crowded spot in the long, sunny cave. He had Ian pulverize the hard-baked dirt ahead of us, while I flipped the clods over and he followed behind, crushing the chunks into usable soil with the edge of his shovel. Watching the sweat run down Ian's fair skin-he'd removed his shirt after a few seconds in the dry scorch of the mirror light-and hearing Jeb's grunted breaths behind me, I could see that I had the easiest job. I wished I had something more difficult to do, something that would keep me from being distracted by the movements of the other humans. Their every motion had me cringing and flinching. I couldn't do Ian's job-I didn't have the thick arm and back muscles needed to really chew into the hard soil. But I decided to do what I could of Jeb's, prechopping the clods into smaller bits before I moved on. It helped a little bit-kept my eyes busy and tired me out so that I had to concentrate on making myself work. Ian brought us water now and then. There was a woman-short and fair, I'd seen her in the kitchen yesterday-who seemed to have the job of bringing water to the others, but she ignored us. Ian brought enough for three every time. I found his about-face in regard to me unsettling. Was he really no longer intent on my death? Or just looking for an opportunity? The water always tasted funny here-sulfurous and stale-but now that taste seemed suspicious. I tried to ignore the paranoia as much as possible. I was working hard enough to keep my eyes busy and my mind numb; I didn't notice when we hit the end of the last row. I stopped only when Ian did. He stretched, pulling the pick overhead with two hands and popping his joints. I shied away from the raised pick, but he didn't see. I realized that everyone else had stopped, too. I looked at the fresh-turned dirt, even across the entire floor, and realized that the field was complete. Ã¢â¬Å"Good work,Ã¢â¬ Jeb announced in a loud voice to the group. Ã¢â¬Å"We'll seed and water tomorrow.Ã¢â¬ The room was filled with soft chatter and clanks as the tools were piled against the wall once more. Some of the talk was casual; some was still tense because of me. Ian held his hand out for my shovel, and I handed it to him, feeling my already low mood sink right to the floor. I had no doubt that I would be included in Jeb's Ã¢â¬Å"we.Ã¢â¬ Tomorrow would be just as hard as today. I looked at Jeb mournfully, and he was smiling in my direction. There was a smugness to his grin that made me believe he knew what I was thinking-not only did he guess my discomfort, but he was enjoying it. He winked at me, my crazy friend. I realized again that this was the best to be expected from human friendship. Ã¢â¬Å"See you tomorrow, Wanda,Ã¢â¬ Ian called from across the room, and laughed to himself. Everyone stared.
Wednesday, January 8, 2020
Populists v Progressives nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;A political party is an organization whose aim is to gain control of the government apparatus, usually through the election of its candidates to public office. Political parties take many forms, but their main functions are similar: to supply personnel for government positions; to organize these personnel around the formation and implementation of public policy; and to serve in a mediating role between individuals and their government. Political parties are as old as organized political systems. Two parties in particular, the Populist Party and the Progressive Party are alike in many ways, from their platforms to their general issues. In general, however, the structure and behavior ofÃ¢â¬ ¦show more contentÃ¢â¬ ¦The party adopted a platform calling for the free coinage of silver along with the abolition of national banks. Another aspect of the Populist Party, is a graduated income tax, government ownership of all forms of transportation and communication, a nd the election of Senators by direct vote of the people. Civil service reform, a working day of eight hours, postal banks, pensions, and the reform of immigration regulations are just some of the other views and beliefs of populists. nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;Progressives are activists in a political reform movement known as progressivism, which is a broadly based reform movement that reached its height early in the 20th cent. In the decades following the Civil War, rapid industrialization transformed the United States. A national rail system was completed, agriculture was mechanized, the factory system spread, and cities grew rapidly in size and number all because of this newfound movement. The progressive movement arose as a response to the vast changes brought by industrialization. Progressives were often frustrated, however, because state legislatures, controlled by railroads and large corporations, obstructed the municipal struggle for their rule. Throughout all of the reform movements, progressives began to play a major role in politics and the creation of a new political party known as theShow MoreRelatedPolitics s Influence On National Politics985 Words Ã |Ã 4 Pages 1. Politics in the West had a significant influence on national politics between the late 1800s and early 1900s. To begin with, the emergence of the populists contributed strongly in national politics. At first, the West and the South organized the FarmerÃ¢â¬â¢s Alliance which would eventually merge into the PeopleÃ¢â¬â¢s Party, later known as the Populist Party. They supported public ownership of railroads, protection of lands from monopolies, a federal income tax, and a looser monetary policy. They wereRead MoreThe Numerous Changes to America from Reconstruction to the New Deal1582 Words Ã |Ã 7 Pagesslavery had ended. Because whites believed they were superior, they needed to keep blacks in their place. They first tried segregating them which was legal as long as the facilities were supposedly equal because of the Supreme Court ruling in Plessy v. Ferguson. Then the white Americans also tried to disenfranchise the blacks by implementing poll taxes and grandfather clauses . Finally, to keep blacks in their place, whites went to lynching blacks. Blacks such as Booker T. Washington and W.E.B.Read MoreEssay about The Pendleton Act 930 Words Ã |Ã 4 Pagesgave an end to government patronage. The federal workers were then hired on competitive exams rather than political influence. Government jobs would now be based on merit, calling for a Progressivism Era. The Populist and Socialists soon emerged then declined. Farmers rose to form the Populist Party, which advocated for shorter workdays and government loans to farmers as well as election reforms. Once their party leader lost in the election, there causes washed-out. Next, the Socialist party formedRead More1983 Apush Dbq - Example Document Based Question1056 Words Ã |Ã 5 Pagesimpossible to compete in this new global market that was helping AmericaÃ¢â¬â¢s budding industry so much. Finally, the panic of 1893 devastated many of the nationÃ¢â¬â¢s farmers already struggling to hold on. As a resul t, many farm groups, most notably the Populist Party, arose to fight what farmers saw as the reasons for the decline of agriculture. The decline of agriculture was caused by these factors, not the banks, the railroads, or the government. 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Cooley explained that for a long time it was common for a man who participated in political life to be either a republican or democrat, but now the politician was being based on his relation to the progressive movement. He explained that political leaders, who have did well of their party but who have offended the progressives, are retiring or are being retired from the public. Cooley feels that politicalRead MoreAmerica s Rapid Industrialization During The Progressive Era1352 Words Ã |Ã 6 PagesAs America entered the 20th century, the country entered a time period known as the Progressive Era. This era was one defined by political reform and social activism as well as myriad of problems arising from AmericaÃ¢â¬â¢s rapid industrialization. During the Progressive era, America faced several international, political, and social challenges that would set us on the road to the society in which we now live. 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Biography of Andrei Chikatilo One of the most gruesome serial killers of all time was Andrei Chikatilo. He was born on October 16, 1936 in Yablochnoye, a Ukrainian farming village. One of his clearest memories of his youth was that of his mother telling him his older brother had been stolen and eaten by neighbors during a great famine. This thought remained with him always and he later disclosed he often imagined the torturous ending his brother must have had. At the start of World War II, his father was sent away, captured by Germans, and didnÃ¢â¬â¢t return until the warÃ¢â¬â¢s end. As a child, Chikatilo spent most of his time reading books about the Russian partisans fighting Germans. He particularly enjoyed books about Russians whoÃ¢â¬ ¦show more contentÃ¢â¬ ¦Although his wife realized her new husband was not interested in sex, she did manage to get two kids out of him, Lyudmilla, born in 1965 and Yuri in 1969. After graduating from the Liberal Arts University in Russian Literature, Engineering and Marxism-Leninism in 1971, he accepted a teaching job and Vocational school No. 32 in Novovshakhtinsk. He was very bad at his job, but stayed there because he found the company of young children arousing. He started off just peeping at the children in the restrooms but that eventually escalated to indecent assaults on both male and female students. When parents complained, he was moved to other schools. He had many such incidents at each school he taught at but was never reported to the proper authorities. Under the Soviet regime of the time, any indiscretion by a faculty member would reflect on the entire staff. In 1978, Chikatilo moved to Shakhty where he built a shack near the river. This was where he frequently took his victims. His first victim was a nine-year-old by the name of Lena Zakotnova. He lured her with promises of imported chewing gum to his shack. There he tried to rape her, but unable to achieve an erection, pressed on her throat with his forearm while repeatedly violating her with his fingers. He discovered that this made him orgasm like never before. When he noticed the girl was still alive he became afraid she would tell on him and stabbed her three times in the stomach. He then picked her andShow MoreRelatedThe Crimes of Andrei Romanovich Chikatilo1664 Words Ã |Ã 7 PagesAndrei Romanovich Chikatilo seemed to be just like a regular man. He had a wife, two kids, was a teacher in Russian literature, an engineer, and a proud soviet party member. No one would have ever guessed he was one of the worldÃ¢â¬â¢s most notorious serial killers. By day, he was your average Joe literature teacher, but by night he took upon a darker passion that involved rape and murder. He would lure his victims into decollate locations with sadistic intent unknown to them. Chikatilo managed see outRead MoreThe Minds of Serial Killers and how They Work1125 Words Ã |Ã 5 Pagesbecame well-liked during the 1960s and 1970s . Gacey had also been married and had children according biography.com, a website about infamous and famous peoples biographyÃ¢â¬â¢s and lives. Gacey had a problem, as a documentary person wrote for GaceyÃ¢â¬â¢s biography, Gacey Ã¢â¬Å"later realized he was attracted to men, and experienced great turmoil over his sexualityÃ¢â¬ (Gacey). Most of the people he killed were young boys and the most infamous way he lured his victims into his home was by telling them they could a job
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Discrimination throughout America has created a monumental impact on people of all race, religion, and ethnicity. It has outraged and criticised minorities of the entire U.S population. It might seem like a small deal, but only the people facing discrimination would know. The novel To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee and the movie The Help by Tate Taylor, are based on similar ideas of how discrimination has made an impact on everyday lives of people who look different and have different beliefs. To Kill A Mockingbird was published in 1960 but is based on the times of 1930Ã¢â¬â¢s, a time of the Jim Crow Laws. In the 1930Ã¢â¬â¢s, discrimination was a big complication. It is based on the racially charged events of the early 1930Ã¢â¬â¢s. Similarly, The Help is set in the early years of the 1960Ã¢â¬â¢s, mainly focusing on the idea of gender and racial discrimination. The character Scout from To Kill A Mockingbird and the character Skeeter from The Help have both similar and diffe rent views and reactions towards discrimination. Scout thinks it is unnecessary and a waste of time while Skeeter comparably thinks it is wrong and that all people should be treated equally. From the way scout reacts to discrimination, she disapproves of it and views it as nonessential . She always gets angry and bewildered when she sees discrimination because she thinks it is wrong and unnecessary to discriminate someone based on their beliefs, religion, gender, or color. An example of Scout s reaction toShow MoreRelatedTo Kill a Mocking Bird- Thematic Approach (Outsiders)1695 Words Ã |Ã 7 PagesTitle: To Kill A Mockingbird Author: Harper Lee Year of Publication: 1960 Text Type: Novel What makes the character in this text an outsider? The character thatÃ¢â¬â¢s made an outsider is Tom Robinson. Tom Robinson is an outsider because of his skin colour, and was accused of raping Mayella Ewell. But him being black was the main reason as to why he was the outsider. Scout and her family were also outsiders. They were made outsiders by the neighbourhood because her father Atticus was Tom RobinsonÃ¢â¬â¢sRead MoreTransformation Of Scout And Skeeter1564 Words Ã |Ã 7 PagesSkeeter both experience change. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee is set in the 1930s in Maycomb, Alabama. It is about a girl named Jean Louise Finch, or Scout. She is living in a town that is racially divided, and is trying to understand the world around her. Her father, Atticus, is guiding her down a road of morality and justice; however, she still has to figure some of it out on her own. The movie The Help, directed by Tate Taylor, is based on the novel, The Help, written by Kathryn Stockett. ItRead MoreTheme Of Kill A Mockingbird By Harper Lee2681 Words Ã |Ã 11 PagesHonors III 01 June 2015 Independent Novel Project To Kill A Mocking Bird Knowledge Section Significance of Title The title of the book is Ã¢â¬Å"To Kill a Mocking BirdÃ¢â¬ which is a bird that Atticus told Jem not to shoot at, and Ms. Maudie has described as the one type of bird that shouldnÃ¢â¬â¢t be killed because it sings beautifully (119). Also Atticus told Jem that itÃ¢â¬â¢s a sin to shoot a mockingbird, and so the title Ã¢â¬Å"To Kill A MockingbirdÃ¢â¬ means to kill innocence (119). There are several characters in theRead MoreThe Power Of One By Harper Lee Essay2721 Words Ã |Ã 11 Pagesthat helps those who are being discriminated against, even if it means they get discriminated towards themselves, is something which takes a lot of strength and character. My report looks closely at the connections between courage and fighting injustice, in particular towards racial prejudice ideas, and the importance of the impact that this theme has within our lives. The texts I will use to show this are Ã¢â¬Å"The Power of OneÃ¢â¬ written Bryce Courtenay, Ã¢â¬Å"To Kill a MockingbirdÃ¢â ¬ written by Harper Lee, Ã¢â¬Å"Freedom