English Assignments

Hate on "Facebook"

2009-05-14T02:41:00.000-07:00

Nowadays, a sinister phenomenon is becoming all too common. Due to the immense expansion of the internet, and particularly the increasingly popular(ww. - "..popularity of the..") "Facebook", various hate groups have been surfacing all over the net. In Israel, many teens have joined these hate groups and are currently contributing to the popular trend of intolerance which is recruiting a large portion of today's youth.

The insurmountable impact on the people at whom these hate groups are directed is apparent and overwhelming. Their right to live without intentional infliction of emotional distress at them is most certainly being infringed. Israel is a democracy, and as such its residents deserve tolerance.

The fact is, these people deserve protection that they aren't getting. The burden to act in order to alleviate the distress which has fallen upon innocent people belongs to two main groups. The first of which is the parents. The parents of those affected and those who join hate groups must band together in a unified effort to cease the emotional abuse provided by Facebook's(מיותר) hate groups. Moreover, the Ministry of Education must get involved. The current state, in which children are being disrespected on a regular basis, is not(מיותר) one which the Ministry cannot allow. Consequently, it must act in order to stop the rampant abuse(How must is act? What's wrong with the current situation? What is the ministry doing that is inadequate?).

In summation, the mere existence of hate groups on "Facebook" is an occurrence not to be tolerated. There are two groups on whom the burden to cease this abomination falls. They are the parents and the Ministry of Education. Furthermore, although I do not believe they are obligated to do so, "Facebook" should, in my opinion at least, forcefully disband all hate groups form their site.

(95)
Daphna

Assignment no. 12

2009-04-23T02:53:00.000-07:00

Many schools currently oblige their students to dress in a school uniform whilst attending school. There are numerous advantages as well as disadvantages to this mandatory policy. Most students are against it, as opposed to many school administrators who endorse it. The fact of the matter is that kids are forced to dress in a certain way, according to their schools' demands.

There is a positive side to mandatory school uniforms. Firstly, uniforms give a student a feeling of belonging to his school, as well as a feeling that the student has a place there. That is one of the main reasons why many schools endorse compulsory uniforms. Moreover, uniforms are undoubtedly cheaper by far than brand name fashion labels' clothes. Thus, uniforms provide financial benefits as well.

However, the forcing of students to dress according to the will of an establishment to which they are forced to go is obviously an infringement of their cicil(sp.) rights. A person, any person is guarenteed the right to express himself/herself in any way, which includes dress. Furthermore, school uniforms, more often than not, aren't consider esspecially fashionable. So, in essence, children are forced to wear clothes, and clothes they don't necessarily like, at that.

In summation, there is both a positive and a negative side to compulsory school uniforms. Each and every person needs to make up their own mind reguarding them. I personally urge all who have an opinion, about which they feel strongly, to act in reguards to unifroms. What I'm trying to say is : Make up your mind and do something about it, esspecially if you are a student who is forced to wear certain clothes on a daily basis.

Excellent Work
(100)
Daphna.

2009-04-23T02:52:00.000-07:00

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Assignment No.11

2009-03-31T21:48:00.000-07:00

"Burge McCall" is the tale of a man, his wife and the subsequent evolution of their relationship over a short period of time. Burge, who may be seen as an anti-hero, is the protagonist of the story. He is stout, ugly, stingy with his wife and abusive, among other things. His wife, Mrs. McCall is an unspeaking, practically silent woman. One may view her as the antagonist. Her antisociality is so expansive and immense, that she had no friends, and was referred to only by "Mrs." Or "Mrs. McCall."

The story is quite obviously separated into two clear sections. During the first, we learn of the continual abusive(ww. - abuse) of Mrs. McCall, as well as get a clear picture of the state of the marriage of the two(מיותר) McCall's. Burge lets things get out of hand during an argument, allowing himself to physically abuse his wife. Consequently, she does not act as expected, by complaining to the authorities, nor does she hit him. In lieu, she merely replies by calling her husband a rodent. The reader, along with Burge, is informed of the fact that Mrs. McCall bought a large amount of rat poison. Burge realizes what he thinks is going on(phr.), and therefore began(gr. - use the present simple) acting very paranoid.

During the second stage of the story, Burge gives in to his paranoid state of mind even further by actually treating his wife with proper respect and affection. Throughout the second stage, their relationship improves, even to a point where they were talked about all over their town. At the very end of the story, it is revealed that Mrs. McCall did not, in fact, buy rat poison, but instead orchestrated a set of events that would change Burge through paranoia, and subsequently improve her marriage.

In summation, the main stages of the protagonists' marriage are firstly, the one where there is mutual disdain, and one sided abuse. During the second, Burge is manipulated into acting as though he loves his wife (incidentally, by his wife). If one would so choose, one could view the maliciously formed "improvement" in the relationship of the main characters as a love story. However, I recommend my own point of view, which antagonizes Mrs. McCall to the fullest. Her and her husband's new found love is, in my opinion, "fruit of the poisonous tree", meaning it was gotten(ww. - try: "achieved") by fraud, decept and conspiracy (Start a new sentence here) and(מיותר) subsequently is not true love, but instead one partner manipulating the other, whilst that very same other lives in fear for the rest of his life, even if that fear is a subconscious one.

*Sorry for the extensive length, but their were no restrictions, and I felt there was a lot to relate to. - The length is fine and so is the content.(100)
Daphna.

Assignment No.10

2009-03-23T11:48:00.000-07:00

There has been much disscussion during the last few weeks as to the legitimacy of homework. I'll quote a boy, merely eleven years of age, which said, "Homework is assigned to students like me without our permission. Thus, homework is slavery." This shows the sheer contempt of some students for this forced labor, as it has been argued in some cases. As with every issue, there are two sides to the debate of wether(sp.) or not forcing students to do homework is a proper thing to do.

Firstly, we must acknowledge that homework is, in almost all cases, given in opposition to the wishes of the children. America was founded on the principle of freedom. For a country to oblige it's own citizens to do something that is entirely against their wishes does indeed raise an ethical question as to homework's licitness. Although these children are under their parents' authority, their best intrest must be put first and foremost, and in the U.S. freedom comes first.

Even though the liberty of the children must undoubtedly be taken into account, we cannot trivialize the importance of education. Education is(מיותר) provides us with the tools to successfully live life(our lives), and the path to inner peace(What do you mean by that?). However, the question we must ask ourselves is as follows: Does the state have the right to forcefully oblige it's citizens to commit certain acts?

I will restate the fact that this certain issue has two clashing sides: liberty and education. Nevertheless, I myself must fall in line with Patrick Henry, when he said: "Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death! "

Good work, although some of your comments in paragraph 3 are not entirely clear. (95)
Daphna.

Space Exploration

2009-02-19T02:40:00.000-08:00

Since the 60's, there has been an international race to space. Throughout the Cold War and until today many countries have been investing in space programs, the most serious of which is The United States' NASA. It's main competitor was The Soviet Union's space program.

There is much to be said on behalf of space travel's supporters. If we continue exploriong space and gaining a better understang of the universe and how it came to be, we as the human race can gain a much better understanding of our roots as the human race. There are also many ideas on how to extract free energy from space, such as: Installing solar panels on Mars and transferring their energy to Earth via X-rays.

However, there are also many disadvantages to space exploration and travel. Firstly, the cost must be considered. The budgets for some of these space programs are immense. If the USA would cut funding for NASA they could finance free health care for one third of it's nation. Mainly, this means that space exploration's funding could be put to better use here on Earth. Moreover the risking of human lives must not be trivialized. If we start sending people into space regularly, there will undoubtedly be many needless fatalities.

In summation, there are indeed benefits along with disadvantages to space travel and exploration, however, I personally believe that we should continue exploring the Universe and it's origin, but with a dramatic decrease in funding, the bulk of which should be used to help people here on Earth deal with their lives more easily.

Excellent. (100)
Daphna.

Peer Pressure

2009-02-05T02:46:00.000-08:00

Darwinism is a school of scientific theory that states, among other things, that those who survive best do so by successfully adapting to their environment. I believe this theory should be applied to social relationships.

In most cases, one should try to "give in" to peer pressure. This point can be proven by the answer to the following question: "Who feels better, the popular kids or the ones with good grades?" The answer is obviously the former. What I mean to say is: don't fight the good fight. Don't stand up to social tyranny, but rather integrate yourself into it. You will be more content with your life, even if your grades may suffer a bit.

Who hasn't ever wanted to be one of the guys, to feel accepted, to know that you're in? The main point I'm trying to make is that giving in to peer pressure is mostly advandtageous. It might hurt you in some way, but most of the time you'll have a large group of friends to rely on. Saying that friends should like you for who you are is the consolation of the weak. This is where darwinism comes into play. In order to survive you must adapt.

In summation, I will restate that in order to excel you must adapt, and I'll add that if you do so, you should embrace your social status in it's totality. Do not try to juggle friends, homework, school and family. You will fail. Instead, focus on what's important to you, be it friends, family, schooling, or some other hobby.

This is an excellent piece of writing. I think, the best you have written in my class. (100)
Daphna.

2009-01-22T03:19:00.000-08:00

22/1/09
Dear Shoshana,
I heard about your situation from one of your teachers, and let me say that I identify with you. Jill, form(sp.) what I understand, is not a very sociable person, and from what I've heard, you've got a group of friends, and if you befriend Jill, you risk losing your group of friends.

Let me say that I cannot and will not tell you what to do, because I am obviously not fully aware of the situation. I will, however tell you what I would do in a similar situation, if I were in your shoes, but take into account that I'm speaking form a different viewpoint.

In your specific situation, I would advise you to leave Jill alone, for trying to befriend her may endanger your existing friendships. Jill doesn't sound like she'd be that much fun anyway. Many friends are always better than one, if you ask me. So, in summation, I'll say that I advise you to leave Jill by her lonesome and just enjoy your existing relationship. Curiosity killed the cat, and if you act upon this supposed potential friendship with Jill, it may hurt you too.
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Respectfully,
Raz Yosef

Excellent work, as usual, Raz. Very practical advice.(100)
Daphna.

2009-01-22T03:09:00.000-08:00

Stocks

Halberstram and I enter Dorsia for a lunch we had reserved tow weeks in advance. It got a four star review last week in the Times, so naturally we're both ecstatic. "Hey, did you hear about what that shmuck Jacobs over at P & P did?" he says to me. "No… All I heard is that he's managing the Fischer account now." I reply. "Yeah, yeah, that's what I'm talking about. He stole that account from Peterson. He stole it, the slimebag." He says. "Oh, ok, I guess. What are you trying to say here?" I inquire. We are seated and order our respective meals. He has the peanut butter soup with the seared duck, and I order the black corn tortilla dish.

"What do you mean: What am I trying to say? Don't you have a problem with theft? He just took Peterson's files and used them to sabotouge his dealings with the Fischers, and then maneuvered himself into managing their account. It just gets me so mad!" he explodes. "Whoa, relax pal. There's no need to get yourself all upset over something you can't do anything about. Now, to answer your questions, I don't really see what's so wrong about theft. I mean… who decides? Who says what's right and what's wrong and who's good and who's bad? You can't really know, because it's all so subjective. I don't have a problem with what he did, or for that matter, with what anyone does." I explain.

"Wha- Wh- What?" he asks, in slight shock. "You really have no moral compass? How do you sleep at night? How do you go on living without being sure that you're living a good life, that you're a good man?" He continues to ask. "I don't know… I just do. It's not that I see myself as bad, it's just that I never see good or bad, I don't think that I've ever understood the concepts, you know: morality and all that." I tell him. "Whoa man." He says. "I really didn't know that you were like this." He says. "Like what?" I ask. "Well, like this. You don’t believe in good or bad, right or wrong, righteousness or evil, it's really strange." He tells me. "Why?" I ask. "Because you say it is?"
Halberstam and I split the check; it comes to $240 plus tip, pretty decent. We get up to leave without saying a word, and I chuckle on the way out. Just as we exit the door, a piano falls from the eighth floor onto our heads, crushing and killing us both.

"Oferet Yetzuka"

2009-01-07T12:12:00.000-08:00

During the past two weeks the state of Israel has entered a war against Hamas (a palestinian terrorist organization) in the Gaza strip. My opinion on the matter is as follows:
Israel must do what is necessary to ensure the safety and welfare of it's citizens. This is agreed by all members of the United Nations. However, the state must keep in mind that it is somewhat dependant on the support of the U.S. Therefore, it must continue to combat the forces of tyranny and oppression whilst simultaneously promoting itself as humanitarian. Israel's long term success in global matters hinges upon it's image, which is one thing that is finally getting through to it's politicians, namely Benyamin Netanyahu.

letter

2008-12-20T12:09:00.001-08:00

Who is this letter addressed to? And what about a date?
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You wouldn't believe the week I've had. How have you been?(you're switching a bit too quickly into your story, I need something general about yourself and another question or two addressed to your friend) Anyway, I have a frightening story to tell you.

Last Thursday I was walking home from school as I observed a man, who(m) I thought to be homeless, urinating on himself, so naturally I offered him some money. He refused me! Would you believe that? So I insisted, and he replied that he didn't need my charity, and told me that I was no better than he.

I proceeded to walk home, feeling depressed and distraught, head down, down in the dumps. I pondered to myself, why would he do such a thing? Why would someone turn down a wholeheartedly sincere attempt at good will? And I arrived at the answer, pride. It was all pride. The only thing he had left in this world was pride. He had no money, no friends, no family, but he certainly had his pride, and no one could take it away from him.

Anyway, I believe that I received a good life lesson this week, and I hope to implement it in my own life, and I hope you can too!
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With Love,
Raz

Good work, Raz.
Daphna.

2008-11-26T05:12:00.001-08:00

"What do you mean you didn't feel like it?" Bob was asked by his immediate superior. "Well… I mean I just didn’t feel like it and didn't come in, and I really don’t appreciate being hassled like this." He replied. "We-…I don’t'…" he mumbled as a reply, and then he walked off." Hey… what's going on? Great…" another of Bob's superiors said as he approached him. "Yeah… I'm going to need you to go see the efficiency experts over in the conference room, ok? "Great." The superior said. "Yeah, I guess, I mean I was just going to go have a popsicle in the break room, but ok."Not very clear who is saying what here....

"Hi." Said the so called "efficiency expert" said to Bob. He knew, as did everybody, that these weren't experts at all. In fact, they were there men(?) called in to save the company's money. Bob didn’t mind the masquerade. He never understood what all the fuss was about. "If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and says it's name is Roger, then just call it Roger." He would say to his friends when they would get flustered over political correctness. "Good mornin' fellas." Bob replied with a pleasant smile on his face."So, let's get this show on the road, shall we?" He continued. "Yeah, yeah sure, no problemo." The one who hadn't spoken yet said. "All we have are a few questions." "Well, go on then." Bob replied in kind. "How do you spend a usual work day here at the company?" asked the first "expert". "Well…" Bob said, stretching the "e" in a way that would make one think of a toad leaping from a rock into a lake of murky green water. "Listen pals, it goes something like this: I hate this place. I come in through the side door between 40 to 45 minutes late at the very least every morning. Then I go to my desk, and just space out for about an hour." "Wait, wait, wait a minute. What do you mean 'space out', you mean you just sit there?" (make it clearer who says what, in order for this conversation to make sense)"Pretty much, you see the thing you need to understand is that I just don't care. I have no reason to work any harder than the bare minimum. Well, anyway, after that I try to do some actual work, and I stop after around two minutes, due to utter boredom. I usually spend the rest of the day playing tetris and reading joke e-mails. I'd say, in any given week I get about fifteen minutes of actual, real work done. So, I'm going to go now, and good luck with your layoffs, all right?" After which he shook both their hands and set off to wherever.

The "experts" left for the CEO's office immediately subsequent to the conversation. "Really? A promotion? You actually think this guy is good? I met him a couple of times, and he seems like kind of a slacker." The CEO said to the both of them. 'No, no no." They replied in unison. "He's definitely the kind of guy you want in upper management. He knows how the backbone of this company thinks, how it acts. He's a truly valuable asset." They continued. "Well, that's why I hired you guys. I'm giving you the go ahead." "Very good, sir" They replied as one.

Suprising and funny. Now you need to develop this plot further, and be very careful not to repeat yourself. I wonder what the next twist will be.

Daphna.

2008-11-19T04:58:00.000-08:00

You seem really mellow. Have you started smoking? You know, the good stuff? Weed?" she said, appearing as though she was trying to be quiet through her body language, yet speaking at normal volume. "No, I'm just…cool… I don't know how to describe it, it's just like I'm in a cold shower on a hot day, and even when I get out, I still feel that calm, like in a mint commercial, when the guy like breathes ice, like that but like everywhere." He who is known as bob retorted. " "That sounds great", she replied to his retort, after which she let out a sigh that sounded like the first breath after sex but before a cigarette.

A Worker Bee Reformed (II)

2008-11-06T03:16:00.000-08:00

It was Tuesday.
Bob got up at 9:54 am instead of his usual 8, which would normally have him panicking, just as a small child does, during the time between falling from a six storey window and hitting the concrete below him, but not today. Today Bob, our esteemed gladiator, was not panicking, he was quite calm. The calm you get from quitting a job, but realize that you won't have any income, only without the latter part. The respectable being got up and took a long shower while listening to the radio, whilst ignoring the four messages on his answering machine.

Our intelligible entity known as Bob or "Robert" to his mother set off on his way to work, passing a homeless man drenched in urine, a dead cat with a crow perching above it and the drug dealers on Jefferson street, all the while maintaining a look of calm with a smile alongside it. His calm was awesome, like the feeling of frozen animation.

As the man known as Bob entered his place of employment, he was met by

another one of his indirect bosses, who was also named Bob. "Now listen here, Bob" he said to deaf ears, "I don't know what the hell happened to you, and I don't care. The next time you're late it'll be a pay deduction for the time you miss." Bob heard this but did not listen, understand, or want to understand for that matter. He merely continued to his cubicle. The view was great, from outside of the cubicle. You could even see the ocean. Bob loved the ocean, so in order to see it, he merely kicked the "wall" of his cubicle that faced in that particular direction down, and voila, he saw the Pacific Ocean. It was like looking at a giant, open toilet with waves of blue water in it.

On his way out of the bowels, our valiant knight passed Sheila, who worked at another company in the building. She and Bob had lunch together sometimes. He told her to accompany him to lunch, in spite of the fact that he had no intention whatsoever of returning that very same day. She obliged. "So…" she started, saying it in a way that gave the impression that she was thinking of an upside down ballerina who was moving her feet around to make small circles. "I think we should go to Benihana." He answered. "Have you ever been?" he continued. "No, I haven't but I've heard great things."
"You seem really mellow. Have you started smoking? You know, the good stuff?" she said, appearing as though she was trying to be quiet through her body language, yet speaking at normal volume. "No, I'm just…cool… I don't know how to describe it, it's just like I'm in a cold shower on a hot day, and even when I get out, I still feel that calm, like in a mint commercial, when the guy like breathes ice, like that but like everywhere." He who is known as bob retorted. " That sounds great" she replied to his retort, after which she let out a sigh that sound like the first breath after sex but before a cigarette

Your work is impressive, as always. I enjoy your descriptive language and your images, although the conversation in the last paragraph between Bob and Sheila seems a bit confusing and unclear. Please go over it again

Daphna.

Assignment No. 2

2008-10-01T13:03:00.001-07:00

A Worker Bee Reformed

There once was a man. His Name was Bob. He hated work.

As Bob entered the offices of Scruples, Inc. Paper Company, he let out a sigh of desperation mixed with dread. It was Monday morning, which meant that he was five days away from the weekend. Bob loved the weekend.

The offices or "the bowels of hell" as Bob liked to call them were located on Slough Boulevard in Encino, California. There was subtle, gray carpeting along with tapioca colored walls. The combination of the two was found to reduce workplace hostility. Reception was near the entrance, above which was the company logo, a paper airplane. An elderly woman sat at the reception, answering the phones. She was what is known as a "temp" meaning she is (was) only filling in for an absent worker.

Bob sat at his desk. Around thirty minutes later his direct superior approached him. His name was Dan. Bob did not like Dan, for according to him, Dan was a schmuck. "Hey Bob, how're things? Anyway, I see you used the old cover sheet for the FTS report." said Dan. He continued:"Yeah…" elongating the syllable like the African lion stretches the skin of the trampled gazelle in an effort to gain access to the meaty goodness inside. "What we're trying to do now is switch to the new cover sheet, the pink one, okay?" emphasizing the word "new" the way that wearing only lipstick without any other makeup highlights the lips of a prepubescent girl. Bob retorted: "Yeah, I know, I've already spoken to Jim." Jim was Bob's indirect superior, meaning he held the same credentials as Dan did, but was not in charge of Bob's work. "Okay, Bob. Let's just try and use the new cover sheet from now on." He replied, elongating the "new" once more.

As our humble protagonist left the office, he gave a shout of joy while entering his car, only to remember that he had promised his mother to see a new psychotherapist that day. She was very concerned with his depression. With a scowl on his face, he turned left instead of right, leaving on his way to the therapist's office.

As he arrived, he could not help but think to himself: "Nice office, even I wouldn't mind working here". There was a waterfall style fountain in the lobby and an expensive looking leather couch a few feet from it.

"Come in, Robert, is it?" Our hero heard come from behind a door. "It's Bob." He said. "Right, Bob, please come on in." Our valiant champion entered the room and sat down. "So, what seems to be the issue at hand?" said the therapist, in his tweed brown suit. Bob hated brown. "Well, I hate work. And the thing is, I have a decent job, good pay and good benefits. I just feel like the daily routine of sitting on your ass, bored out of your mind for eight hours a day isn't what I should be doing." To which the tweed wearing therapist replied: "What I think you have is an attitude problem, you cannot relax. Do you think that could be it?" "Maybe." Bob mumbled barely audibly. "Well, Bob…what I want to do is this: I want to try a deep relaxation exercise. Is that okay?"Our heroic paladin assured the tweed wearing bore it was fine. "Okay, Bob, I want you to listen to my voice very calmly. You are in a cave, it is cold, it's covered in ice, and you are calm as can be. Your work, your worries, your inhibitions, they don't exist anymore. They never were. Now I want you to breathe slowly and deeply, slowly and deeply, Bob. Now I want you to slowly-" The telephone rang very loudly. The therapist proceeded to answer the call. "Yes? Yes? Are you sure? Oh yeah! He croaked? You're serious, he finally croaked? Yes!" could be heard from the mouth of the tweed wearer. "Get out, just get the hell out, pal!" and so did our noble subject oblige and leave the office just as the popping of champagne was heard coming from the office followed by shouts of joy.

I can't wait for the rest. You write wonderfully.

Daphna.

Correction no. 1

2008-09-25T03:06:00.001-07:00

I also prefer to be called Roosevelt. I have a small circle of friends. Our routine usually consists of sitting around school during breaks, working out at the gym, playing poker, and just sitting around, or "hanging out." I think that the Israeli ministry of education is deeply flawed, and that I can't list those many flaws here ,so I will merely state that "חוק חינוך חובה" should not exist in my opinion. This is supposed to be a free country, not a fascist one. I usually prefer more realistic subjects rather than humanistic ones, although I share a "soft spot" for literature. In this upcoming year I expect to complete my English and Mathematics Bagruts.

In summation, I would say I consider myself an intellectual, who may feel sometimes better than others, but not always. I am very nice to my friends, but can be extremely menacing to my enemies. I am also very family oriented. I believe that we should all grow up to have families.

OK Raz, it's not that your writing is incorrect, but there is no structure to your work, especially your second paragraph. What the reader gets is one big mass of writing, with a lot of "jumping" from one issue to another. It's clear you have a lot to say, but if you want your readers to understand, you need to organize your writing. I made an attempt to divide your work into paragraphs, but I would like you to do it, and while you do, put some order in the issues you present about your self.

Daphna.

English Assingment No. 1

2008-09-17T21:37:00.000-07:00

My name is Raz, and I am fifteen years old. I am as tall as a very very very tall thing, like a small elephant. I have brown hair and a very low tolerance for annoyance and stupidity. I have a brother. He is small. I have brown eyes as well. I do not like them very much. I also prefer to be called Roosevelt. (I like this introduction!)

I have a small circle of around 5-8 close friends. I will not list them for internet security purposes. I enjoy fine dining and long walks on the beach. I also watch lots of television and movies. My top five movies are, in no particular order: Snatch, Pulp Fiction, V for Vendetta, The Dark Knight and another one which I can't remember at present. "Reading is fun!" Some people say so, but I personally believe that reading can be entertaining, but not usually fun. It is always more fun to have someone read to you than you read by yourself, or even watch a cinematic adaptation of a book, although the experience is usually different, but not always for the better(Run on sentence. Try and divide it into 2 seperate sentences). I believe that dogs are nice animals, although they are quite filthy. Less than a pig, but more than a cat. Cats have horrible personalities. "Cats don't have owners, they have servants."-was said by an entertainer whom I cannot name at present.

As mentioned above, I have a small circle of friends. Our routine usually consists of sitting around school during breaks, working out at the gym, playing poker, and just sitting around, or "hanging out." I think that the Israeli ministry of education is deeply flawed, those flaws far too man to list her,(rephrase this part of the sentence) so I will merely state that "חוק חינוך חובה חינם"
should not exist in my opinion. This is supposed to be a free country, not a fascist one. I usually prefer more realistic subjects rather than humanistic ones, although I share a "soft spot" for literature. In this upcoming year I expect to complete my English and Mathematics Bagruts. - You're "jumping" from one subject to another, and although all of them seem quite interesting, there is no real connection between them. You should handle each subject, or two related subjects, in seperate paragraphs. Also, you will have to decide which ones are important enough to be included in your essay.

In summation, I would say I consider myself an intellectual, who may feel sometimes better than others, but not always. I am very nice to my friends, but can be extremely menacing to my enemies. I am also very family oriented. I believe that we should all grow up to have families.-

Good!

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2008-09-05T06:29:00.001-07:00

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