Catherine Genovese was about to walk into her apartment late at night when all of a sudden, a man attacked her with a knife. As she was stabbed and raped by the man, lights flashed on from the windows of surrounding apartment buildings. Although she screamed for help several times, nobody came out to aid her. After the murder concluded and a case erupted, it was reported that there were thirty-eight witnesses watching from their windows. John Darley and Bibb Latané were two young psychologists who read about this incident, and they were inspired to study the subject of witness behavior.
Izzy Fauner’s curly dark brown hair bounced, as she got a seat right next to me. Her wide hazel eyes scanned across the class. The class was filled with all string instruments, including mine, the cello, and as well as Izzy’s, the violin. There were discordant noises, coming from some of the instruments, as well as some clattering of bows. Mr.Smith raised his voice in order for everyone to hear.
We have learned ever since we were introduced to statistics that outliers don’t just fit in. In Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell, these people gain a new definition: they do fit in. So much, in fact, that people shape their own lives to become an outlier. We idolize them and crave to be as successful as them, while they are really just the same as each one of us. What makes them true outliers is a combination of fate, fortune, and fervor.
I’m not an orator, nor am I a scholar. Though I do enjoy a good debate and engaging in intellectual conversations ; I feel like I am never “good-enough”. I always seem to find myself comparing myself to others. Whether it’s my grades or appearance. I never feel worthy.
It was 7:05am on a Thursday morning, when I had woken. I lied down in my bed gazing at the ceiling as my obnoxious alarmed screamed at me to get up and prepare for another day of school. I was beyond exhausted. It was November 17th. Thanksgiving break was just around the corner waiting for me to relax and get my mind off the prison we call school.
It was January 29th, 2012, and I felt as though I was just thrown under a bus. My life as I knew it, was changed forever. This metaphorical bus taught me a lesson... that being loyal, and doing the right thing, aren’t always the same. People try to live up to a standard, but most of the time, this is just the societal norm. Being faithful in a friendship, can conventionally be necessary, but it's never worth lying over, and that's where I went wrong.
Freeing the Jews Ben, Damian, and some Partisan Fighters go on an adventure in Warsaw, Poland in 1945 to free the Jews from the captivity. The Nazi soldiers are holding our families in concentration camps with Hitler controlling almost everybody. We hope to free them and get back to our normal, happy lives. Ben and I join the Partisan fighters in hope of freeing the Jews stuck in concentration camps.
I was taking a midnight stroll enjoying the absence of red chief. In addition, at night the old town looked peaceful, especially with reed chier gone. I was as happy as a cat with a can of tuna. As i turned down the road where red chief used to live, I saw the worst thing i could possibly imagine, red chief himself on the porch to his father’s house. His father was standing at the open door with two men standing in front of him.
Going Down in History I remember it like it was yesterday. The adrenaline rush, the anticipation, the sky-high nerves, and the undying support from our small Community. Softball, just like football is a very prided sport in Danville.
I stopped looking for monsters under the bed when I was three. That was when I realized people had monsters in each one of them. It all started that morning, September 19th 2078, that was when the first bomb dropped. People were going crazy.