Little Things

Advancement of Colored People. (N.A.A.C.P) Il offre à son fils une enfance paisible, baignée dans la morale évangélique. Loin du calvaire que connaissent la grande majorité des afros américains à cette époque, Dont Malcolm x faisait parti. Malcolm (née Little, X est le nom qu’il se donnera quand il rejettera son « nom d’esclave ») connait déjà la dureté de la vie et la violence dès son enfance, né aussi d’un fils pasteur (qui prônait le retour des noirs vers l’Afrique) qui meurt assassiné, par des membres

it’s often because they think they have not other solution. They apply this sentence: “we can kill the men but not the idea” which allowed them to shock the world in fighting on their own country against some of their own neighbours. II- One thing leading to another, the fighters who are called terrorists pass their message in terrorising the population all over the world. The root of the word terrorism is terror. For a bigger preoccupation about their problems, terrorists make scary attacks

images we studied... Some people think that everyone must live as the same way, whereas we’re all different, so it’s a mistake. Instead of trying to make a uniformed world, we must learn about the others. Each man is sole (unique), and it’s a lucky thing for our society. “Living together” means to reduce the inequalities Even if there are inequalities in our society, this kind of structure is the best one. Indeed, there must have several institutions and values to fight against inequalities: -

courses, I couldn’t take all the time I would have liked to take. What must I do in a correspondence course? I have to deliver my homework on time sure, but I have to manage my time because it’s mine. I must give my text, my homework or other things on a specific day. It’s my choice. In traditional courses, I didn’t have the liberty I have and I’m going to have with a correspondence course. What should I do? It’s pretty simple. I have to choose the best for me to do that courses faster

of view It would be such an ignorant thing to do If the Russians love their children too How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer's deadly toy There is no monopoly in common sense On either side of the political fence We share the same biology Regardless of ideology Believe me when I say to you I hope the Russians love their children too There is no historical precedent To put the words in the mouth of the President There's no such thing as a winnable war It's a lie we don't

was always, "in the middle of a job", that required his full, silent concentration and a monkey wrench(1). If I ever asked him what he was doing he'd say, "Fixing something, so don't come bothering me now."[...] But this was not the only strange thing. It used to be strange for us to go into the living room at all. It was always kept for best with Mum's carefully embroidered runners on the sideboard and school photographs of Carl and me smiling and showing our teeth in various stages of hideous

saw this work of art for the first time, I wondered what it was supposed to be. I imagined that it could be one of those stores where they sell some old different objects. To me, this reflection seemed to be really logical because there were so many things in the room. However, when I read the title (Intérieur chez Louis-Philippe Yergeau), I realized that it was the living room of an apartment. Could you live in that kind of place? I think that I could not live there because I would feel really lost

for était Polyphème (v. 18): violent and hirsute cyclops, who appear in the Homeric stories about Ulysses Empêtrer: to entangle Serre (v. 19): claw Amusette (v. 22): a play thing Mal prendre (v. 25): ‘it does not suit’ Volereau (v. 25): a small-time thief Leurre (v. 26): a trap Guêpe (v. 28): a wasp Moucheron (v. 28): a little fly 

My wallet I'm going to talk a little bit about an embarrassing situation. In Japan, I've lost my wallet four times. The first time I lost my wallet I was in a taxi cab going home late at night and my wallet slipped out of my pocket and I didn't notice. The second time I lost my wallet I went to a night club with my friends and I drank too much and I wasn't paying attention and I left my wallet on the counter of the bar. The third time I lost my wallet I was hiking in a mountain region in Japan

I’m not that interesting, but since we both have nothing to do, let me tell you a little about my life. Yeah, let me tell you all about December 26, 2004. I was in Phuket. ***** “Shall we take a walk?” proposed my big brother. My older brother had just turned 23, and he had a found a serious job and a steady girlfriend in England. We didn’t see each other very much, and he had wanted to spend his vacations with me. He had taken me to Phuket. I was 10 at the time, and everything I saw made