Love and Hate Chapter 2

Love and Hate Chapter 2

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"Now?' I asked in confusion, part of my sandwich still in my mouth. "Yes now," my "mom"said grabbing me by the arm. I stumble after her and into the car. When I sit down my head starts to get woozy and my eyes begin to burn. "Mom?" I asked panicking. "What?" She replied irritated, until she looked at me. "Oh no," She whispers. "What? What?" My mom hates whispering; she had since I was really little so I knew something was up. I gripped the arms of the chair, and my nails dug into the leather. A bolt of pain shot up my back and I screamed in pain. All of a sudden my "mom" had her hands over my eyes and was yelling at me to calm down. My brain was in chaos and I couldn't see anything. After this happening for another minute or so my head instantly cleared. All of the pain left my body and was replaced with a calming feeling. I open my eyes, which had been shut tight from the pain my body was suffering, and looked around. I was in a meadow that was filled with what looked like thousands of different flowers. To name a few there were orchids, lilies, roses, sunflowers, daises, and more. Considering most of them lived in different climates than others they looked strange all together, but also like they were meant to be. The sun was shining down from between clouds and there was music playing faintly from a town nearby. It was the complete opposite of what had happened only minutes earlier. I'm quickly returned back into the car that was speeding down a highway with  my mom at the wheel the only worry line she had was showing on her otherwise flawless face. She glanced over at me then back to the road and then back to me. She sighed and the worry line disappeared. Her eyes skim over my face but soon focused back on the road. She didn't look a lot like me and neither did my father, but every morning before I went to school they made me point out the thing that we did have in common. First I would point to my mom's chin which had a dimple in it just like mine, then my dad would smile and I in turn poke his teeth and say that I had a smile just like his. Just before I can try and find something else my mom would cut me off and say I would be late to school. "So how do you feel?" My mom asked snapping me back into reality. "Just a minor headache mom," I lied. My head felt like it was about to explode, as if there were a tiny man stabbing me with a blade. "Good, good," she said nodding, "Because that was nothing,"

Love And Hate Victoria: Paying For News On The Web

Love And Hate Victoria: Paying For News On The Web

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This week I wrote a small article on conflicting feelings regarding paying for mobile content. The Love and Hate is expressed through the "narrators" conflicting feelings on the topic.
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This week it has been reported that The New York Times may be significantly increasing its subscription prices for mobile readers. It unclear whether or not this change will be implemented but if it is this change could mark a significant change for the publication.
Many factors could be attributed to this change; costs are being cut to compensate for lack of revenue, and as more and more people are getting their news online it can be important to benefit from this format.
Although I agree that if subscription based news is better than its free counterparts it deserves to come at a price. The problem comes when the same content is found on both free and priced news publications. If the New York Times rises their subscription fee but does not provide superior services its readership will certainly go elsewhere for its news.
Many people are not willing to pay to obtain news content. More and more news is in fact free and the sites that provide the best free content are getting more viewers. If the New York Times raises its mobile subscription cost the people who were willing to pay for it might consider going elsewhere.

Love and Hate Program

Love and Hate Program

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//Program in C++ that would open a window with the text "Love and Hate"

#include <iostream>

using namespace std; //standard namespace

int main() //main function
{
          cout << "Love and Hate"; //sends text

          return 0;
}

P. S. There's no Chapter 3 because I decided to start over with a completely new idea, so while we figure out what we're doing, this is an example of my individual research.

Love and Hate. Chapter Two: Election

Love and Hate. Chapter Two: Election

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Hate is a powerful emotion.  Election season brings out the most hate, and anger in people than any other time. Opposing beliefs bring can bring out the worst in people. In the digital age Facebook, Twitter, and other social medias provide a platform for political debates. Democrats and republicans are often very fervent in their beliefs and refuse to back down when challenged by citizens that support the opposite party. These "debates" often turn nasty and end in anger.

However the hate and anger displayed during, and after an election never seem to last long. Several days or weeks of rage seem to disappear in an instant. For the next four years there will be much less fighting between parties, at least at the average citizens level. But not too long from now everyone will suddenly develop a political view akin to that of Bill O'reilly, and Steven Colbert. When that happens the political hate will begin to flow again, trampling everything that gets in its way.

Chapter 2 Love and Hate

Chapter 2 Love and Hate

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"Where are we going?" I ask impatiently. "Away, away from his country these people everything." "Well I'm not leaving." I stand up, cross my arms, and give them both a look of pure determination. "Come on sweetie we need to leave. Look Dad's already packed your things!" "I'm not leaving and if you love me then you won't make me leave." 'Mom' and 'Dad' look a eachother and she whispers "Do we have time?" "No." He replies. They stare at me and I stare back. They inch closer and slowly make their way towards me. Suddenly 'Dad' reaches out to grab me, 'Mom' right behind him. I give a little shriek as they carry me into the living room open a large cardboard box with holes on the top and dumps me inside. Aftere struggling and moving around as much as I could I know it's no use. I sit back in my box while they load me into the car. I start thingking. Why did they already have the box? Did they know I was going to say I wasn't going and this was there plan B if I didn't cooperate? Have they been planning this or did come up suddenley? Where are we going? So many questions that will probably never be answered. Woohoo. Just like one of those mystery books I used to read.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

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          When I got home, I was mad. I didn't understand how the world worked, and I wanted to know. I was so furious that I couldn't think straight.

          I decided to let out some steam by playing some Call of Duty. This was the go-to activity for me whenever I was angry, bored, or just felt like playing. I was able to lose myself in the game. My emotions were always reflected in the game. It was pure excitement that sold it for me.

          I realized I hadn't done my homework yet. It was a friday, so I continued to play. Not a good idea, I know, but I usually procrastinated on weekends. That's the way I am.

Chapter Two - Love

Chapter Two - Love

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love

 [luhv] noun, verb, loved, lov·ing.

noun

1.

a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

2.

a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, asfor a parent, child, or friend.

3.

sexual passion or desire.

4.

a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person;sweetheart.

5.

(used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, orthe like): Would you like to see a movie, love?

Nothing. This did me nothing. I mean, of course I know love's definition, but I can't even begin to grasp the word as a whole. Usually I have a strong lead after reading its definition, but I still could not figure this word out.

Maybe I'm missing the point entirely. Perhaps love runs deeper than the word advertises. What is love, anyway? I cracked open my thesaurus to take a look at some synonyms for it.

Synonyms:	Adulation, affection, allegiance, amity, amorousness, appreciation, ardor, attachment, cherishing, crush, delight, devotion, enjoyment, fondness, friendship
Antonyms:	dislike, hate, hatred

* = informal/non-formal usage

None of these words even scratched the surface of what love could potentially be. Love must be something stronger than a great desire or attraction for something or someone.

Love must run deeper.

But how? And why? I still didn't understand in the slightest. There had to be something that I have or do love.

My jar. My jar dictates how I go about my day. My jar gives me insight into the unknown, it gives me a guiding light down a dark path. Do I love my jar? No. I appreciate it; I like it.

So the dictionary and thesaurus approach failed to work. It was time for some field research.

Analysis for the first love and hate

Analysis for the first love and hate

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I'm going to be analyzing everyone's story today. 


Victoria- I like what your saying in your post and I found it really interesting, but I don't really see how love and hate play in there. I don't know if I'm slow and don't see it or what but I need someone to explain to me where the love and hate is. Or maybe it's because it's the first chapter... I don't know.

Ryan- I get where the love and hate are I guess but it's really short and there isn't a lot going on. Maybe it's just the style of writing but I don't find myself wanting to read more I think that if you continue with that same story you should add some action.  I missed the setting other than the bell ringing which hinted that it was school. Other than that I think it was pretty well described with what was going on.

Jordan- I really like what your doing with the story and the way you added the definition at the top. I don't really have any complaints except that I would like to know how you got the jar of words. Did he create it himself or did someone give it to him?  Like maybe the character's  father passed and he left them this in his will just something like that to kind of give it  a background.

Video Games--Love and Hate

Video Games--Love and Hate

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          In movies, there is often a relationship that goes on between the protagonist and someone else. However, this is not always true for video games. In games where a moderate amount of skill is needed to beat the game, there isn't really room for any more conflict. For example, imagine playing a Call of Duty campaign and having an affair with someone. In the MW3 campaign, there isn't a single woman in the whole story besides the Russian president's daughter. However, there is going to be a girl in the Black Ops 2 Zombies campaign, but still no relationship. An example of a video game where there is a relationship is Heavy Rain, but the game dosn't really take that much skill. It is rather an interactive story with multiple possible outcomes. My point is, there isn't really as much need for love in video games as there is in movies.

          In video games and movies, "hate" isn't written into the story, but is actually created by the audience. For example, if there is a really mean antagonist in a movie, the audience might feel hate for that person. Especially in puzzle games, hate can be made in the player by making the game really hard. In multiplayers, hate is called "rage" and is directed at players that are either really good or deliberately make others rage (trolling).

          Of course, there is a huge difference between love and hate in electronic media because they are not exactly opposites. I think that they are both not essential to video games, but can be used to make it more interesting at times.

Victoria analyzes the love...and hate

Victoria analyzes the love...and hate

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The beginning of the end

The premise of the story isn’t terrible but I feel it could be improved greatly. Love and hate don’t seem to be introduced here very well. Because of the lack of theme, this story breaks the cohesion created by the other three. Although  I enjoy the premise this story appears to be almost exactly like so many young adult books being written. In order to make this story more original an element should be added that is unique from stories of this nature.

Chapter 1

I like how this story is written. Although it is short, the language used makes me want to continue reading. It will be interesting to see how this translates into video games. In order to more easily translate this story the setting should be elaborated on more.

Chapter One – Beginning

Jordans story has a very interesting premise. I have never really seen any stories that really relate to this one. The way it is written is very good but I would like to learn more about the main character. His story will continue to be interesting as long as his character creates a strong “bond” with the word he is studying.

Destroying Print-Chapter One

Destroying Print-Chapter One

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In journalism you must adapt or die. Ignoring the advances in technology has proven deadly for countless news publications. As the internet grows so does the amount of information available on it. Newspapers and magazines are now being threatened by various news websites.
This internet based content is easier to find, cheaper, and more eco-friendly than its print counterparts. These advantages have proven very important as companies rush to catch up. Most recently, Newsweek has transferred its content completely to the internet, becoming an e-magazine. Many critics believe this could mark the beginning of the end for all print news sources.
Switching from print to an internet news publication has its drawbacks as well. These disadvantages make some companies weary to make the switch. Workers involved in the making of the physical newspaper, as well as the people who distribute and sell these copies may find their job has become obsolete. These layoffs could prove disastrous for those affected.
News on the internet is not always trustworthy. Fake news sources such as The Onion have gained popularity. The stories written by parody news publications are often spread by people unaware of their falsehood. Popular social media sites have become a veritable breeding ground for false information. Pages and hashtags declaring the death of celebrities have become commonplace. These accounts can cause great trouble and make it difficult for people to acknowledge the internet as a valid news source.

Various advantages of news on the web still remain. Speed of print news is oftentimes not fast enough to spread important knowledge anymore. In the digital age news of world changing events spread seconds after their occurrence. The lag that is profoundly prevalent in print news is much to long to provide the reader with valuable knowledge.

More information and different points of view can be found on the internet. Everyone with access to the world wide web has the opportunity to spread what they know with the world. This culmination of ideas is what makes the internet the most diverse news source available at this time.

There is no denying the evolution of modern news. Although there are so many advantages of internet publications, eliminating all print news could have disastrous consequences.   

Chapter One – Beginning

Chapter One – Beginning

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¹be·gin·ning

noun \bi-ˈgi-niŋ, bē-\

1

: the point at which something begins : start

I have always been fascinated with words. People usually disregard the importance of words, but words could not be more important. They compose the sentences we speak. They provide meaning for a confusing world. This is why I immerse myself in words, studying them. What purpose do words have unless I understand them.

That is what brings me back to my jar again. The jar was the centerpiece of my life, the very foundation of what I live on. Why? The jar was filled with words. More words than any one person could imagine. Even I myself don't know how many words encompass that jar. Hundreds? Thousands? I do not know, nor do I care. I simply wish to learn each and every one of them. One paper slip at a time.

I began my occasional ritual of opening the jar, and retrieving a word. I made sure to make my selection completely random. I concede that the word I selected shocked me, to the least.

Love.

I never concerned myself with a life of love, nor have I immersed myself in it's definition. What is love, anyway? Is it something you like, or is it more complex than that? I stared at the tiny paper slip, trying to pry the secrets from the very depths of it.

I needed to study this.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

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          "Uh... sorry, but no."
          That sucked. Of course, I never expected that she would say yes, but I was hopeful.

          The next week was homecoming. I felt expected to get a date for it, but I really didn't think I could. I wasn't ready for this. What class is there to prepare a student for the most stressful time of high school?

          The bell rang and I made my way to the door. Sometimes, I realized, life is pretty fucked up. Then again, my life wasn't too bad. I got good grades and had plenty of free time, so I guess I couldn't complain. But life is full of wants. And when someone doesn't get what they want, sometimes bad things happen. This wasn't and is never the case for me. I have always known how to control myself. Everyone does. That's just the way things are.

P.S.

  My individual topic is video games--check it out at http://rjhvideogames.blogspot.com

          Of course, we are planning on incorporating each of our individual topics in the group blog, so I'm planning to either program a video or an interactive video game later in the year, once I feel comfortable doing that. Until then, I'll be writing regularly.

The beginning of the end

The beginning of the end

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Who? Me. When? Now. Why? I don’t know. Where? Behind the burning remains of a building. I am Sydney and you have just walked into my living nightmare.  I wipe my forehead with my arm and it comes back covered in blood and sweat. This is probably the wrong way to start my story. I’ll begin when things got interesting. I was about thirteen when this happened, I’m, what,  fifteen now, time tends to fly when those you think you love turn their backs on you. I was in my house with my “parents.” We were in the middle of having lunch and I was halfway through my peanut butter sandwich. They were talking in hushed voices to each other, occasionally glancing my way. I stared them  down as I slowly bit down on the sandwich, daring them to reveal their dark secret.

My “mother” finally looked my way, her eyes portrayed the impending doom they were about to place onto my shoulders, as she then said, "Sydney we need to speak to you.”

“About what?” my eyes narrowed in suspicion, my feet shuffling across the kitchen floor toward them.

“About you. We aren’t your real parents. You aren’t the same as everyone else. You are special and wanted. Wanted by so many different people in so many different ways that it doesn’t seem possible. I know this is a lot to put on you but we are telling you all of this because we need to go... now.”