Fluent Essays

Topic Paper and Presentation –  Each student will write a research paper and present it to the class.  The topic should be of interest to the student but must be an area that we have discussed in class (lecture videos, course material, etc.).  Additionally, since youve taken great notes youll be able to refer to those in support of this project. As an example, you may choose to discuss a business system that you have used in the past or currently use at your company.   Topical sections of the paper might include, the purpose of the system, the type of data collected, how the data is collected, any input devices, the processing of the data, output devices, interactions with other systems, etc.  You will present via a recorded video/or live video call a 5 to a 7-minute overview of your topic (points will be deducted for presentations under 5 minutes and points will be deducted for presentations over 7 minutes).  In your presentation, please include at least 2 forms of visual aids (Excel, PowerPoint, video, samples, demonstration, etc.).  Additionally, you will be required to provide a 5-7-page review (12 pt. font, times new roman, 1” margin, double-spaced) of the topic on the assigned due date.  The topics paper should serve as an outline for your presentation.Lavf58.12.100Tim Oyler Scene:  Grandma Shada’s hut, near Awassa, at the edge of the Sahara, in the shadows of the Bale Mountains. Tightly drawn and bent boughs to keep out the bugs and the occasional rains, floors covered in woven mats.  Two young girls, under their cover, are talking about tomorrow’s festival.   HIBA:  Let’s run away AKIFA:  Be quiet.  Shada will hear you outside HIBA: We have to run away.  I have to run away. AKIFA: Shhh HIBA: Why do they do this to us? AKIFA:  I told you.  It makes us pure HIBA:  Why aren’t we pure? AKIFA: I don’t know. Be quiet. HIBA: I won’t let them tie me to that tree. I saw them cut Ameen. I am running away. AKIFA:  Be quiet.  No man will want you if you aren’t closed.  No man will pay father for you. Now hush. HIBA: I can’t AKIFA: It will be ok.  HIBA:  Ameen doesn’t even play with us anymore.  She just sits and stares at the tree all day. AKIFA:  I’m tired.  Be quiet.  Tomorrow their will be drums and dances and wonderful foods and treats. Don’t you remember how much fun it was last year? And we will be women. HIBA: Yes, but last year we weren’t old enough to be tied to the tree. Please, let’s run away. AKIFA:  Runaway? To where? HIBA:  To Aunt Yusa’s in Jaba. AKIFA:  Aunt Yusa was cut, too. HIBA:  But we heard mother tell Shada that she didn’t want us cut. AKIFA: But mother isn’t here anymore. HIBA: But Aunt Yusa and momma were twins.  Like us.  They think alike.  Like we do. AKIFA: I think I just want to go to sleep HIBA: Please, sister, let’s run away.  AKIFA: It’s too dangerous.  We can’t be alone on the road. HIBA:  I know what to do.  Mother taught us.  We know the prayers.  We know our family history. I know how to do the move. AKIFA:  The move? HIBA: The Qworeguys.  If a stranger approaches you on the road, you say “Allah, be my witness, I have no conflict with you.”  And if we can’t find a common ancestor, you do the move. AKIFA:  You think you could actually do the move to a grown man? HIBA:  Yes, we are small but quick. Run behind them, reach under their cloth, grab what is hanging and squeeze until they faint or vomit. AKIFA: HIBA! Stop that.  Be quiet. HIBA:  But mother taught us. AKIFA:  But Shada says a woman alone in the desert is like a piece of fat in the sun.  All the animals will find you and devour you. HIBA: If you come with me, I won’t be alone. AKIFA:  But if we are raped it will bring dishonor to our entire family. HIBA:  I know. What is rape? AKIFA:  Being alone with a man, I think. HIBA:  I don’t ever want to be alone with a man. AKIFA: Be quiet. Let’s pray in our heads and go to sleep. HIBA: No, let’s run away.  There’s bread cooling outside for tomorrow.  Lets take it and go. AKIFA: No.  Grandma Shada said everything will be fine.  She told me I am going first, since I was born first.  I will be brave and show you. HIBA: I can’t.  I’m so scared.  I’m leaving. AKIFA: This is our tradition. We must be purified.  The more we are closed, the more our husbands will love us.  TheyFaith Bibby The Red Clipboard This scene takes place in present day America at a psychiatric ward of a hospital in a metropolitan area. The ward is set up in a circle around the desk for nurses and doctors. The high risk rooms are further down the floor away from the circle with their own staff desk. These rooms have one-way glass all around them so that the nurses and doctors can see into these solitude rooms, but the patients cannot see out. The two patients I discuss in this poem are in normal rooms that are like hospital rooms; they have a normal door minus things that could be used for self-harm and large windows. As the scene begins, Marla is sitting in her hospital bed without restraints. The nurse walks in to do her periodic vitals check on Marla, tapping her pen on her clipboard. Marla is sitting up in her bed with a blank expression on her face. Nurse: Good morning, Marla. I am here to check your vitals and check in with you before Dr. Armdaziack arrives later today. It is now day 4 of your stay at this hospital, and I would like to see you released as soon as possible. I cannot do that until I am sure you will not harm yourself when you leave.  Marla: I want to get the hell out of here. But I’m just going to be sent back to the children’s home where I have no friends. I’m 17, hell I’ll probably be homeless next year. Who wants to adopt a teenager? I’d be better off dead. I should’ve just taken more pills.  Nurse: (says this as she is taking Marla’s vitals) Marla, there are ways to change this mindset you have. I had a hard life too, I was homeless for a few months in college when I was studying to be a nurse, and look at me now. Dr. Armdaziak is an expert in psychotherapy, especially with adolescents. He is so widely sought after, I’m sure he will be of great help to you. Marla: You see, you don’t really know about my life like you think you do. My best friend was just adopted at 16, chosen over me. I don’t even have my friends anymore. I’ve never had parents. I’m about to graduate and go into a world that doesn’t give two shits about me.  Nurse: Marla, I’m sorry you feel this way about yourself. I’ve got other patients to get to now, but if you need anything you make sure to push that call button. Marla: Whatever, lady.  A few minutes have passed. Marla is coloring. She looks around the ward, feeling abandoned and left alone like usual. Then, she notices a girl with curly red hair around her age right across the ward from her. She begins to sneak out of her room across the ward as the nurses are doing their rounds away from her area. Marla (turns the handle into the girl’s room) Patty: Mike, is that you? I told you not to come . I’m tired of your bullshit games. I don’t want to be your baby momma. You’re treating me like a pot to piss in!  Marla: I’m not Mike. My name is Marla, and they’ve got me in the room right across from here. I tried killing myself last week, but I don’t think it’s that big of a deal. I just