Dany

Because of terrible family circumstances my last year at high school was a disaster. My English and writes craft (creative writing) marks were severely hurt (from 90s to 50s) and so all chances at being accepted at any college or university is ruined. Should I go back to high school for five months in order to improve my marks ? Or should I just do my best to get accepted anywhere. I also have no clue whatsoever as to what I want to do with the rest of my life...

I need to write a thesis essay for English. What is a good thesis for the book the bronze horseman by paullina simons?

I suck at math, and I just dont understand how to solve this. Im not interested in the answer, I just want the method so I can do this in the future. Thanks!

**Sorry dont know how to make the squared sign on the computer.

Anyways I suck at math, and I just dont understand how to solve this. Im not interested in the answer, I just want the method so I can do this in the future. Thanks!

Now, I think i am a bisexual. I look at some girls, the skinny boyish ones, the ones who look like Lisbeth Salander from the girl with the Dragon Tattoo and **** I just get so turned on.. I dont want to be a bi but honestly I dont think I can help myself. Im thinking if thats what I am..well I cant really help it now can I? It makes me upset though, because I know Ive been this way since I was so young... its odd I know but Ive always liked girls. Girls and boys. My sister is also bi, and she feels the same way (that she has known she was since she was very young) do you think that it was something that triggered us to be like this? my father was abusive, I dont remember much of my childhood. Nothing of it really. could that have psychologically changed me?

Sorry for it being long, but I needed to vent to someone, and I dont want my friends to think Im hitting on them. Please help me..

I am very interested in war, especially the Second World War, and how war affects soldiers as human beings. It makes me sick to think how damaged men become after witnessing traumatic things, and I have always been interested on how we can help these soldiers get better...

Anyway for school my essay topic is how was psychologically damages soldiers, the thing is I need three topics for my essay. If the first is on PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) then what will be the other two?

If you have any ideas, please answer. I really need this and appreciate everyone for taking the time to read my problem, even if you don't answer. Thank you.

I always want to cry. I am so depressed, im never hungry, my stomach aches and my head hurts. I have in the past been a heavy pot smoker, but i am not anymore. I cant focus on anything and never want to go to school. All I want is sex and drugs and sleep. And tears are always coming. I can study. all I do is listen to music and homework is getting hard, I want to tell my mother but I cant stop fighting with her. Im just locked up in my room. I feel so alone, and am cold and shaking all the time. I have bags hanging under my eyes and only want to wear sweat pants and baggy shirts.

I want someone to love but i feel so far away from everyone. I dont know what to do with myself anymore. I am miserable, and i in class all i do is zone out, listen to music in my head think about fuckingig and smoking and getting high off everything. Please help me. I dont know what to do...

I used to keep my cell phone in the left side of my bra. type with the right, always put it in the left. My left boob stopped growing while the other one is very very noticeably different, like left is an a, right is a b. I dont have much feeling in my left breast... its like it died and is just on my body. I dont FEEL it on me the way I feel the other one.

Of course I can still feel when I touch it, and it hurts like normal if something smacks into me or whatever, but not as bad a s the other one.

I really am getting scared.

since I've noticed the difference I havent put the phone near BOTH of my boobs or anywhere else on my body. but what if there is something wrong? what if I am sick? what if it wont grow, while the other keeps getting bigger? fuckkkkk pplease I dont know what to do!

HELP!

Now I know it isn't that good. I need help with the grammar repetitive-ness. Please help me? All crit is useful. PLEASE, help me with this...

The clock ticks on the wall. Tick, tick, my life is slipping, tick, tick, it keeps going. Time I will never get back is counted by seconds, hours, days. And each time the clock ticks I grow older, but certainly not wiser.

As time passes things and people change. They are forgotten, left to decay in an attic, or a tomb; and they will be forgotten, no matter how loved they might have been at one point or another.

It is sad, really that we will all be thrown out, whether it be in a literal sense or not. A rocking horse, once loved by a rosy child will be long forgotten as she grows older. And a grandmother, gone before her grandchild is born will not be loved, and missed, but history.

Time heals all wounds.

Time cripples us.

Time is forgetting.

Time is our friend.

But also our enemy…

I want to join but have NO CLUE how to become a member. PLEASE HELP ITS ERGENT! i want to apply for a job...

the country is canada. Can anyone help?

Take in mind this is a rough draft... crit? please!

All was silent. One could hear the faint hum of the engine and the tires turn over the asphalt, the fast moving wind coming through the cracked passenger window. Neither one of the two people seated beside each other said a word, and would not out of sheer stubbornness.

Brother and sister, they were fed up with each other.

James glanced through each window swiftly before barrelling through a red light to turn right into a vacant parking lot. He braked, threw off his seatbelt and turned to face his sister. She blanched, however kept her dark eyes calm and on her brothers.

“What the hell are you doing, James? What wrong with you?”she said impatiently.

“Whatever your planning, Ana, forget it. You understand?”

She looked away biting her full bottom lip. “I’m not planning anything, ok?” She said, sounding defeated.

“The hell you’re not. You think I‘m stupid? That I don’t know you better than you yourself do? I know what you’re up to, so cut the crap.”

“Then what am I up to, James? What am I planning?” She answered back smartly.

“Maybe four days from now? You’re planning to take off.” He said, voice hard, eyes steel. He got no reply. “I don’t know where it is you plan to skip off to, or how the hell you intend to support yourself. All I know is the moment you walk out the door, you will regret your decision. Do you understand?”

Sulking she replied, “You can’t control me! I’ll do what I want, when I want. And there is nothing you can do about it.”

“You shouldn’t be so sure about that. I’ll drag you to that school, kicking and screaming. So stop wasting your time.”

James gave his sister one hard look before he sat back in his seat properly and restarting the engine.

“And Adriana, please, behave.”

With that they drove off. James continuously, Adriana saw, looked through his rear view mirror and often switched lanes with no notice to other drivers.

Eventually James pulled into a school parking lot. Many other cars idled there, music pouring through the open doors and trunks. Packs of people surrounded cars and under pools of dim light.

After James got out, Adriana relaxed her stiff shoulders and hid her face in her hands. Sighing deeply she dragged her fingers down her face, and rested her chin oh her fists.

Her brother was surrounded by a group of young adults, all of which had either alcohol, cigarettes or a joint pressed up against their lips. James reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a Zippo lighter. His first drag was enough to release the tension from his neck and shoulders. He lifted his face toward the sky above and exhaled a ball of smoke.

She watched him, shake his head, use his hands, describing things she couldn’t hear.

A faint knock at her window was enough to make her jump. A dark figure bent down, cupped their hands round their face and look right at Adriana’s face. The boy smiled at her, and she smiled back. He came around the car and sat in the driver’s seat.

Which binary compounds show only covalent bonds? Which binary compounds show only molecular bonds? Binary molecular compounds and binary ionic compounds...?

Describe how the positions of a mirror, incident ray, reflected ray, and normal are related.

could you tell me any bills created by a provincial government? could you also tell me in which provinces this law or rule took place? I am in dire need of this information, so please if you could answer, please do.

10 points..

During her short, half lived life, Adriana always wondered what things would be like if she weren't so different. What if she didn’t have this . . . ability, this curse, this, this abnormality? Would it have all ended in the same, painstaking manner it had?

The truth is that she did come to realize she was forever with this problem, and things turned out the way they had because of it. Destiny, some may have called it, a gift from the almighty being that the helpless people wondering earth so hold belief in. An endless parade of disasters with horrific conclusions is what she knew plagued her, and there was nothing she could do, not to herself not to the people around her, that could stop it from consuming her.

See i wanna put it in my book, but im not sure where i heard of it. But tell me if it is good...?

What is life if not for living?

It kinda sounds like it doesn't make sense... but maybe that's just me...

I need your opinion and crit on these couple paragraphs... Please?

There were many different emotions in the Alcina house that Thursday afternoon; hostility, concern, apprehension, but the strongest yet was regret.

It was on this day that Thomas Alcina had booked his daughter a forty-five minute appointment with psychologist Kelly Ross.

Adriana’s outlook on life was disturbing considering her age—being just short of seventeen. However the current of tragic events that took place over the past six months of her life gave her great reason to find life unbearably long.

Id really appreciate it if you did this! I promise to pick a best answer!

Even if you know just one, please tell me. I have an exam tomorrow and didn's realize I didn't have these answeres filled out. Anything will help!

What four resources did Hitler want from the Soviet Union?

Why did Hitler change his plans from matching towards the Caucuses to attacking the city of Stalingrad?

What were Stalin's instructions to the Red Army during the attack on Stalingrad?

How did Van Paulous spend his time after the war?

pay for things? lets say she borrowed 2 bucks for a bus fare once. and she didn't have money so you paid for her movie ticket. would you make her pay you back?

Unbelonging, I need to know. It doesnt look as if there is one... But please, if not, can you tell me a word with the same meaning? PLEASE!!!!!! Im in desperate need of help!