… particularly sensitive to cues concerning the situational appropriateness of his or her social behavior and uses this as guidelines for regulating and controlling their behavior and self-presentations. Although I think self-monitors may be self-serving,…

… I noticed was the odor. Then, I heard the groaning. I remember the occasion quite vividly, although it was ten years ago. My sister and I had just returned from the park with a neighbor, expecting everything to be normal. I soon discovered that nothing…

… here in the States. It's high time we shook hands in person and not just across the sea. I'm pleased as punch about getting to know you all, and I for one will do my level best to sell you on America." After critiquing the paragraph for the email, I…

… illustrates the story in a manner that compels the reader, to view his story as reality. In order to build this credibility, the author uses the first person narrative. This technique enhances his argument because people are less likely to look for…

… It's a prosperous area so we often have people selling things door-to-door - dusters, make-up, frozen foods - but she doesn't look like a professional saleswoman. She hasn't got the patter either. She just smiles awkwardly and thrusts a card in…

… town. "Its like a ghost town". I said to himself, wondering where everybody was. I stumbled out of my car and peered curiously into a shop window, no one was there. No one was in any of the buildings, "No wonder this town is called Silent Mill".…

… and remains one of the most popular novels of all time. It received the 1937 Pulitzer Prize. And the film version of it released in 1939 stands as one of the most magnificent accomplishment in American filmmaking. The story, and the characters have…

… These were the words of a 16-year-old boy who didn't give a damn if I was upset. I was locked in a room full of children who were feeling the air for their own voices back. Would I have to do like them, would I have to grab the cold air for something…

… to finish, I was hoping in-wardly that please, don't finish it so soon since I expected another unwelcome and boring weekend. But it seemed that the clock ran more quickly and ruth-lessly pointed the ending time of the class. People began leaving…

… blue, indigo - all finely spattered on the ground. All blue towards the horizon. Thank god it's not red. If it was, I would be thirsty by now. Yellow is bad too. Every time the world is yellow I feel sick and nostalgic. In my opinion green and blue…