"Gloria, I've reviewed the poem you submitted for the entry. I must say, it was okay... But it didn't fit the theme of this year's competition. Besides, the poem had a lot of grammatical errors and a lack of figures of speech. Like I said earlier, you are the major talent we are relying upon, the others are just backups. Take this new poem," she handed or piece of paper to me.
"I know you must have been cramming the one you wrote yourself earlier. Sorry, you would have to unlearn them and begin to get this one into your brain, rehearsals begin next week!"
I felt sad after Mrs. Stella turned down my poetry work. At least, she should have corrected the errors and fix in all the literary devices she wanted. Even at most, she should have told me to go and make up another poem entirely, not giving me the one someone else wrote. I believed that was plagiarism because I will be performing spoken-word poetry of a work I didn't compose by myself. Absurd!
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It was an afternoon English class lecture. Mrs. Ayodele had given us specific assignments to write essays and various articles for presentation."I'm pretty sure everyone has done my assignments. It going to be a long class today. I want to hear all your speeches. Noah, I'm starting with you." she said.Noah rose up, "Good afternoon class, I'm going to be speaking on drug abuse; its adverse effects, and curbing methodologies, thank you.""Put your hands together for him," Mrs. Ayodele smiled, she was impressed."I love his confidence and introduction, please fire on.""Drug abuse is the consumption of drugs and other chemical substances without the prescription of medical personnel. It is also the over-dosage of drugs or the use of drugs for the aim of stimulating pleasures or wanting to get 'high'.The most common addiction to substances in Nigeria is to alcohol and tobacco. Alcohol alone contributes to
"Okay next," Mrs. Ayodele said with a high tone.Gideon rose."Good afternoon everybody, today I would like to talk about a typical NISSMUN experience.If I were asked about an experience that feels so exciting, fascinating, hilarious, and fun catchy; I wouldn't waste time to haul out the 'NISSMUN conference'. NISSMUN mean Nigeria International Senior Secondary Schools Model United Nations. It is an annual conference.We woke up early in the morning. After preparation and stuff, we wore beautifully designed 'PATISA @ 15' vests, matching jeans, and cool sneakers. We carried our luggage to the school bus and had our spaces fixed. We went for breakfast. Breakfast was yummy as usual. Tea, bread, and scrambled egg. We had a rushed meal and set out early. We took some dope pictures. A lot of guys weren't giving a damn. They dressed nicely.The journey was very stressful; we went by road. Everyone kept to himself, phone, gadgets, Bluetooth headphones, or
The class applauded" Good day everyone. I'd like to speak on The Similarities and Differences of the Classes of Bourgeoisie and Proletariat." Gbemisola started."The terms bourgeoisie and proletariat were both defined by Karl Marx and form part of the theory named after him. Simply put, the bourgeoisie are the people who own the means of production, and the proletariat are the workers who produce those goods. We might today refer to them as the 1% and the 99%, although without the heavy condemnation that Marxist theory bestows upon the bourgeoisie. Although people may still complain about the inequalities of the world, we feel that little can be done about it – and so the disparity remains. The main difference between the modern bourgeoisie and proletariat, though, is that the poor are in practical terms considerably better off than the deprived underclass that Marx wrote about.Similarities between these two classes of people
Yunus was an unserious student in the class. Everyone wondered what he had to say.To the amazement of everyone, he wrote the article“Terrorism in Colombia!!,” He exclaimed.“Wow”“Terrorism has once again shown it is prepared deliberately to stop at nothing in creating human victims. An end must be put to this. As never before, it is vital to unite forces of the entire world community against terror.”-Vladimir Putinnobody can truly identify the term “terrorism” with a universal definition but it is attempted by many and interpreted differently. The best way to put it would be the use of violence, to create fear either politically, religiously, or in terms of warfare. It is violence that attempts to bring out some important change. There are many characteristics involved in this field that makes it challenging to narrow down. The biggest separation on this topic is the split between left-wing terrorism and right-wing terrorism. Left-wing (or progressive) terrorism is mostly associat
“Excuse me ma. I’d like to talk about a related topic to what someone said about Drug Abuse. But my topic would be, HOW HARD DRUGS EFFECT CRIME RATES.”“Fire on.”“What are illicit (illegal) drugs? How do illicit drugs affect the crime rate? How do illicit drugs alter one’s mind and behavior? These are all questions I am going to discuss during this research paper. If you are like any other young adult in America, you have heard of illicit drugs either through school program awareness or by being exposed to them during your life. Illicit drugs can be referred to as psychoactive drugs, meaning they can alter your biological, psychological, and/or sociological view worldwide, as well as your behavior. Psychoactive defines as influencing of the brain, explaining the difference in behavior and experiences while under the influence of such drugs.Illicit drugs are substances that can stimulate, hinder, or cause hallucinate effects on the central nervous system. Some examples of illicit drug
“HUMAN TRAFFICKING AND PROSTITUTION IN BANGLADESH.Human trafficking involves transporting people away from the communities in which they live by the threat or use of violence, deception or coercion so that they can be exploited as forced or enslaved workers for sex or labor. When children are trafficked, no violence, deception or coercion needs to be involved, it is merely the act of transporting them into exploitative work constitutes trafficking. [4] The Constitution states that each individual is entitled to choose her own profession/occupation or trade. Taking advantage of the vulnerability of the poverty-stricken or opportunity seeking people, unscrupulous persons (flesh traders) force, entice, lure or sell minors and other gullible persons into prostitution. They make them execute affidavits in front of false magistrates/impersonators stating that they have gone into prostitution of their own volition and they are over 18 years old.Most reports emphasize that, in recent years,
Amanda and Prof Anik hopped into a white G wagon. He had ordered his driver to come and pick them up from AJ's suites, their usual hangout joint."Hey Chief, I didn't enjoy your bed performance today o, it was quite unusual." Amanda said. She pulled her skimpy skirt to kneel length and bent to adjust her platform shoe strap."Hey my little angel. You know that isn't my fault. First off, I forgot to bring a lube along, besides, you insisted I make use of a stealth, I'm not used to that."" Butt, Chief, I don't want to get pregnant or catch some terrible disease"Prof laughed. "What disease if I may ask... HIV? Come on girl, wise up. Don't think we'd continue like this. Don't you know how to calculate yourrr?" He manovered his eyeballs."My what?"" You always want me to say everything. Okay ma, I meant Ovulation period. Get one of your friends to teach you that, I'm not meant to get involved in all that girly talk" They sat beside each other at the rear seat." Or, in other ways, we c
“Now, back to my class” Mrs. Ayodele, dragged a plastic armchair to the front of the class.Some students grumbled.“Let me hear from you Aisha, you’ve been mute. What’s on?”“good afternoon class. I wanna talk about The Ballad of Rocky Rontal. This was a publication made in 2016 by my uncle.”“ pretty astonishing hmmm. Class put a round of applause for Aisha. She’s got a great uncle.”The class did, a bit grudgingly..“THE FIRST TIME I met Rocky Rontal, I asked him to describe his childhood. I watched him stiffen, like someone preparing for the sharp poke of a needle. He rubbed a palm over his close-cropped black hair. It was a long moment before he spoke. “I didn’t have one,” he said finally.It was late autumn in the Bay Area, and he’d come in from Stockton to meet me. The gloomy skies had cleared, and outside everything was slick and shiny and glowing in the bright sunshine. Rocky, by contrast, was all darkness. He’s in his early 50s, wiry, compact, and reserved. He wore all black,