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Need a halloween costume idea?

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Barbie Head  
isn't this one of the most original halloween costume ever?
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Victims of Forced Love

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Somayeh Mehri and Rana Afghanipour are a mother and daughter, living in Bam, Southern Iran.
They were attacked with acid by Somayeh’s husband Amir.
They were victims of forced love. Somayeh had frequently been beaten and locked up by her husband, and finally found the courage to ask for a divorce. Amir warned her that if she persisted in her attempts to leave him, she would not live out life with the face she had. 
Source and Photography by Ebrahim Noroozi

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The issue was whether or not the advocating of a violent overthrow of the government was prohibited (the plan/thought versus the action). 
The Court REVERSED all of the original convictions in the Yates case, meaning that a "clear and present danger" must be proved before the First Amendment rights can be limited. 
Summary: 
Since the danger was not clear and present but only a belief, charging the leaders was unconstitutional under the First Amendment rights of freedom of speech and press. 

Total vote: 
The Supreme Court overturned the convictions 6-1
Decided on June 17, 1957

CSA Newsletter vol.1 issue.1

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The first Criminology Students' Association (CSA) meeting was held on September 25th and the following persons were appointed as executives;

President: Charmaine Adams
"Having been involved in the Criminology Students' Association for the past 3 years as the Vice President, it will be an honour to work with you as the President for this year."
Vice President: Rachel Wolsey 
                              Samantha Bishop
Treasurer: Amy Worth
Secretary: Rebecca Watmough
Class Representatives: 
1st year: Josh Prior
2nd year: Kathleen Kerr-Donohue
3rd year: Samantha Bishop
4th year: Rachel McNamara

WELCOME TO
Although previously club meetings were held weekly, the structure will be changed this year with only two meetings per month. Once a regular schedule has been established everyone will be advised accordingly. 
Meeting dates are not convenient for everybody. Therefore, we will strive to communicate and keep all students aware of opportunities and updates via; email, facebook, newsletters and class reps.
Please join the Criminology Students' Association webpage on Facebook which will be opened until mid-October for criminology students to join. This site is monitored regularly and updated frequently to keep students informed.



NEXT CSA MEETING: OCTOBER 2, 2014
BUILDING 356 ROOM 319 5:30pm

CSA EVENTS
The goals is to offer two activities per month; one social event and one community initiative. 
Last year the club was able to fundraise enough money to offer; two criminology bursaries and awarded three sizable donations to Vancouver Island charities. 
The following events are being decided within the club, and selected activities will be assigned committees. Therefore, dates have not been set and information will be updated as it becomes available. 

Vancouver Island University fundraising event, commonly held in November. 
Criminology Students' Association facilitates the designated drivers program.
The chauffeur vehicles are donated by local dealerships. Volunteers pick the vehicles up from the business and bring them to the Conference Centre before the event.
Volunteers remain posted near the designated parkade and we provide a valet service at the beginning of the evening and follow with a safe ride home at the end of the night. 

Volunteer positions include;
Driver (with valid license)
Pilot
Dispacher
Greeters

CLOTHING LOGO COMPETITION
Officially opened for submissions! Due date: October 15, 2014 @4pm. Submissions can be posted on the board (in an envelope) in room 317, handed to a class representative or emailed.
Designs must be large enough to be replicated by the clothing graphics designer and will only be printed in black and white. 
This is the winning design from last year. The chosen design will be awarded a grey criminology t-shirt with this design.
Criminology Students' Association arranges transportation to numerous scheduled drinking establishments within Nanaimo. 
Tickets will be sold.

Additional Events to be Discussed
GUN RANGE
BAKE SALE
MOUNT WASHINGTON TRIP
BOWLING
SPONSOR A FAMILY FOR CHRISTMAS HAMPER
Lanyards available now $5.00
GUEST SPEAKERS
PAINTBALL
Because this is a public site, no personal contact information will ever be included in these posts. 

Gym Fashion in the Victorian Era

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 women in full, puffy petticoats and tight-fitting bodices attempting activities such as leg extensions, downward traction, jumping exercises and chest expansions. 
men in long coats, shirts and accompanying neckties
My Who the Hell Knew of the day
 My WHO THE HELL KNEW?  of the Day
I couldn't imagine how uncomfortable it must have been...

How to make your officemates hate you forever

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The Power of One

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The Power of Social Media

I put a post on the ETA Facebook page asking for suggestions for texts, and ideas for my new Year 10 unit, "The Power of One". I was looking for individuals who had made a difference in some way.

The response was amazing! I got so many amazing suggestions. In less than 24 hours I had far more than I could possibly use in a term. There were home grown heroes, as well as examples from around the world.

Check out just some of the contributions from English teachers from all over the state. What a great way to create a unit!

Ed Analyzer 概要

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Voices from the Classroom

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I want to learn about engines and cars so that when I get out of high school I can be a mechanic and work at a car shop. 

In order to do that I need to take some auto mechanic classes because I think I’ll like working on cars, and then I could fix up my car.
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Voices from the classroom
If I could tell the teachers one thing about me that I need in order to learn, it would be that in need more time on reading and writing because I’m an ESL student, and I still need a little help on assignments in order to understand what we are doing and what we will be working on.

I don’t have any ESL classes, but the teacher is thinking about putting me in one next year just to get some help. I’m doing my best on learning the language and practicing every day. I want to learn about how to read faster, so that it can also help me in my other classes too because I’m not a very good reader. 

If I could change the world I would help kids get a good education, so that kids don’t have to be working for 7 dollars an hour knowing that they can do and be better.
If I could change the world I would make it to where everyone was a lot less judgmental so that everyone was a little less sad. 

In order to do that every parent should teach their kids would be nicer. I would make it to where there was only judgment when it concerns someone’s safety. I want to change the way people look at each other. You should never judge a book by its cover. In other words never judge a person by their looks OR by what you hear about them. 
If I could change the world, I would definitely make animal shelters better. Stray animals are a big “problem” and I feel horrible calling the animal shelter to come pick them up if they are perfectly healthy because I am a big animal person and hate to see them go to a place where if they are not adopted in a certain amount of time they are put down. 

Just because the animal doesn't have a home doesn't mean they deserve death. More than likely when people adopt dogs or cats, they pick the youngest, healthiest, and cutest. What happens to the old, fat, and ugly ones? They just get put down; how fair is that? What if when you’re old, fat, and ugly a nursing home didn’t pick you? They’d have to put you down? That doesn’t seem fair at all. Animal shelters should have more funding, so they can shelter more animals for longer in order to give stray animals longer lives.
I want to learn about how to write speeches so I can become a motivational speaker. In order to do this I need some good writing classes and speaking classes. I am very good at speaking in front of people. I enjoy it actually. I also enjoy helping people. I want to learn about becoming a counselor for teens or older children. I really enjoy talking. I am very good at it. If I were to have any job though it would have to be a motivational speaker. 

When I speak in front of people I get a rush like surgeons get when they make their first cut into a chest cavity. I have only spoken in front of a group of 10 people for a speech class my freshman year. I really enjoyed it! If I were to have anything in this world it would have to be the honor of speaking in front of a school. It would be so awesome to be able to do that. And that is what I want to learn about.     
If I could change the world, I would change the income of workers. I believe that you should work for your money. You should have to go to school and get a degree in order to get more money than you do at a fast food joint. If you want something you go out there and work for it. So that you can make the income you deserve in order to pay for your bills, car, clothes, and whatever you want.
If I could tell teachers one thing about me that I need in order to learn, it would be that I just want people to shut up and leave me alone, so I can do my work. I need to do my work to pass my classes. Because I work better alone.
i want to learn about the navy so that way I can be ready for what they tell me. Then I could be a navy seal son; that way I can do my best to become what I really want to be, so I can take care of my parents and help them financialy and physically . 
 If I could tell teachers one thing about me that I need in order to learn, it would be that I am a hands on learner. I need to be working with my hands and moving around. I can’t just sit down and write for a whole class. 

In order to focus I need to move around be more hands on with paperwork homework and anything else we do in class. Because I like to be a more hands on person ☺
some thoughts on learning, teachers, and changing the world

The Ring by Jason Wallace

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The Ring

By Jason Wallace

The Ring

Copyright © 2014 by Jason Wallace

An aged and very wrinkled man with thinly-sparse gray hair knelt in his garden, tending his tomatoes, an almost daily routine that he had maintained for many years during the warmer weather. Suddenly, he struggled to his feet, nearly toppling as he went, startled by the appearance of a young man, seeming to come from out of nowhere. "Nuni! Nuni," shouted the old man as he awaited the gravely younger man to approach. "Nuni! Nuni!"
"Sir," asked the other man, confused by the outburst of the elderly gardener, throwing his jacket over his shoulder as he peered through the blistering hot rays of sunlight piercing his eyes as he stared downward.
"Oh. I guess I thought you was somebody else. You look just like a fella I knew back in Dubya Dubya Two. Nunzio Calabrisi was his name. Can I help you with somethin', Son?"
"Well, Sir, that's exactly why I'm here. I want to ask you about Nunzio Calabrisi. My name is also Nunzio Calabrisi. The Nunzio you knew during the war was my father's uncle. I was named for him. Would you mind if I stay a while and ask you some questions about my uncle?"
"I suppose that'd be alright, Son. But you might not like what I have to say. Sit. Sit. Pick ya a spot of ground there by the cabbages." The old man waved his hand to direct the other to the grass beyond the garden.
"First, Sir, what happened to Nunzio? Nobody ever saw him again after 1943, and there's no record of him being killed in the war. You were his best friend, weren't you? What can you tell me?" The young man helped the recipient of his verbal intercourse to his feet, seeing that he struggled so as he made countless fruitless attempts.
"You really wanna know about Nunzio Calabrisi, huh? Let's go inside. Pryin' neighbors and all." The two men sauntered into the house, the elderly of the two bringing two glasses of sweetened lemonade into the living room. "I'll tell you what you wanna know, but it probably ain't much ya wanna hear. Nunzio was my friend, my best friend. He was closer to me than any brother ever could've been, and I killed him."
"Wait," the young man, Nunzio, screamed, choking on his lemonade, "You killed my uncle?! What the..."
"Son, I don't mean I killed him like you think. I mean I got him killed."
"Tell me then, Mr. Tucker, please. Can I call you Mr. Tucker?"
"Marion is fine. I met Nunzio in the Navy in 1942. We did everything together. I loved that man. I loved him as much as a person can love another, maybe, in some ways, more than I ever loved my wife."
"So, you two had a homosexual relationship," the second Nunzio asked, vehemently protesting the possibility that his great-uncle was, in actuality, homosexual.
"No. What the hell is wrong with your generation? Two men can love each other without it being that way. Do you wanna hear this or not?"
"Yes. Please. Continue," Nunzio begged, sipping his lemonade more carefully.
"Your uncle, Nunzio, he was a great man. Some people didn't care for him because he was I-talian. I think maybe I loved him all the more because he was I-talian. He could make anybody laugh. He had a wonderful air about him. He could sing like you would not believe. You'd think you were hearin' an angel! We were on leave in the summer of 1943. We drove up to my hometown of Somerset, Virginia. I promised Nunzio I'd introduce him to a beautiful Southern gal. We went out drinkin' when we arrived. We were walkin' along, and Nunzio said that he needed to relive himself. I waited back and kept sippin' on my whiskey I was carryin'. I turned just in time to see Nunzio disappear."
"Disappear?"
"Yes. I saw the tree he was leanin' against open up and swallow him. I saw it plain as day, though it was night. I know you don't believe me. I wouldn't believe me, but I know what I saw. Two dark hands came out from the tree, grabbed Nunzio, and pulled him inside. That was the last I ever saw of the man." The old man, Marion, hung his head, a tear strolling down his left cheek as he finished his words.
"Wh.. huh.. Hands took him? Tree swallowed? What? This makes no sense!"
"I know what I saw. He disappeared that night." Marion took a long pause, and after gulping deeply, decided to continue where he left off, "He... He went into that tree, and I could see what looked like a really bright light."
"Did you try to get him out?!"
"I tried, but there was nothin' I could do. I chopped at that tree for an hour with my pocket knife, but to no avail. I went to the Sheriff and told him what I saw, and he just said I'd been drinkin' too much and needed to cut back. I may have been a bit inebriated, but I saw what I saw. I went back to that tree with an axe I took from my daddy's shed. I hacked and cut and chopped at that tree until I could split it open. It took me much of the night."
"What was.. was inside of it?" Nunzio still doubted that he should believe Marion's words, but something told him that he was not being toyed with, that he should trust the old man.
"You know what it was I found inside that tree? A finger. One finger. That was all. I knew it was Nunzio's finger because it had that ring on it that his father gave him, just like that ring you got on right there, that exact one." Marion pointed anxiously at Nunzio's right hand, at the ring draped around his ring finger.
"I'll believe you if you... if you can tell me what is inscribed inside."
With a deep chortle, the old man sought to oblige the request. "Ok. Let me see if I can remember. Chi si volta... Wait. Yes. Chi si volta, e chi si gira, sempre a casa va finire. I don't remember exactly what it means, but it is something about that no matter how far you go, you always come home."
"Wh... yes. How...?"
"Nunzio showed me that ring almost every day. His father gave it to him. He was so proud of his son, the first generation of the family in America serving it so faithfully. Nunzio enlisted, against the will of his mother. His father didn't like it at first but came around to the idea and had that ring made. Well, actually, he had one made for Nunzio's brother, too. I suppose that's the one you have on your finger right now."
"Y.. yes. Ok, Mr. Tucker. Let's say I'm starting to believe you. How do you explain this?!"
"I can't. I think maybe that tree or that place is cursed, maybe a gateway to some other dimension. Maybe Nunzio lived out his life somewhere far away, in some other world neither you nor I can imagine. The few I've gotten to believe the story say that it must have been a gate to Hell. I don't know about all that, but I know he is gone, never to return. Nunzio would never have lost all contact with his family or with me." The old man's lower lip began to curl, his misty eyes displaying all of his belief in the event and of never again seeing his only true friend he'd ever had.
Nunzio the Younger, as he was sometimes known around his neighborhood, could not make sense of anything or decide what else to ask. Stammering, he could only murmur and mutter, completely incoherent to his listener.
"And to answer your next question of why I live here instead of back in Virginia, I couldn't take the stigma. I left to put an end to the madness. People labeled me a looney for what I told them. I came here to have a chance at a new life. And yes, I think of Nunzio every day. I see him almost everywhere. With time, the thoughts have softened and faded, but they are still there."
"H.. How did you know what I was thinking?"
"Kid, I've been around for many years. I can sometimes just tell what's in a person's heart. I'll bet you like the same stinky little cigars that your uncle smoked. Stauffer's?"
"Yes."
"I'll bet you slick your hair back really tight when you wanna look tough, but when you want to look all gentle to the ladies, you comb it forward."
"How..."
"And I'll bet when you say your name to the ladies, you pronounce it in an I-talian accent and that sometimes, you say everything with an I-talian accent. It gets you a lot of women."
"How..."
"You really are Nunzio in every way I can see. It's like I'm lookin' back at 1943. If it wasn't for the surroundings, I'd start to believe it. You know, I have looked for him so many times, some piece of evidence to be able to put it all to rest. I even went back years later and chopped away what remained of that tree. I hacked it to little bits to try to find anything inside. I chopped up the roots and even dug up the earth all around. There wasn't nothin' there but more roots. Son, let me show you somethin'. I'll be right back."
As Marion got up from his chair and walked very slowly into another room, young Nunzio felt a deep and almost paralyzing anxiety fill his extremities. He had no idea what the old man might be up to, what it was that he might be planning to bring back. The thought that the old man had something to "show him" created so much fear in Nunzio that he thought of leaving the place without a single word said and never coming back. He had already learned far more than he had expected to, yet in many ways, far less.
Marion returned, clenching a small, wooden box tightly in his hands. "Here. Open that." As the old man handed the box to Nunzio, he tread painfully to his chair, his old bones creaking and popping as he stepped.
Nunzio, his hands shaking, closed his eyes for only a moment and opened them again when he felt his hands pry the lid of the box open. Inside the box was what appeared to be some kind of very aged parchment paper, wrapped neatly with a thin, scarlet bow. Untying the ribbon and unfolding the carefully placed flaps of the paper, Nunzio stared in near horror. Laying within the paper was the ring spoken of by Marion Tucker, as well as what Nunzio knew must be the bones of a human finger.
"Is this... is this Uncle Nunzio," the younger man cried in sheer terror, his voice as shaky as his hands.
"Yes. It is. That is what is left of him anyhow."
Nunzio carefully turned the ring over and over, examining its every detail, coming to realize that it matched his ring identically, detail for detail, word for word, yet it was in far better condition than his own, having faced much less wear and tear. He choked back the fear climbing into his throat as he looked up at Marion. "I still don't understand how this could be, how he could just vanish. There is some explanation! There has to be!"
"Son," began Marion, shaking his head, his eyes still somewhat misty, "I spent the better part of twenty years tryin' to figure it all out. I finally had to just give up. There is no explanation for it. It is what it is. I haven't even opened that box since... since 1986. Has it really been that long? I suppose it has. I used to open it almost every day and stare at its contents and talk to 'em, as if I was actually speakin' to your Uncle Nunzio. There is no use tryin' to explain it. Nunzio hasn't turned up in more than seventy years. He ain't about to just come knockin' on the door over there. Now, you take that box and its contents with you. You give the finger a proper burial or keep it in your house or whatever. I always did wish that I could give what was left of him to his family. Now, I can be at peace, knowin' I did just that and that I closed that chapter, the biggest chapter, of my life. I can die in peace now."
"So, there's absolutely nothing more to this story, nothing more that you can tell me, huh?"
"There's always more to any story. No story ever ends. All I know to tell you is that the best I could figure, there's a curse on that place or that Nunzio was chosen by some, some thing. I don't know what it is. I started to research the area to see if there were any stories similar to mine. I found some records in the public library that talked of strange disappearances in the area goin' back for centuries. There was a legend from the Indians that used to be in that place. They told the early settlers that there was a great evil there and not to build their town. There was an evil spirit that became angry when he was bothered, when people strode into his home. The Indians knew to stay away from there, to revere that spirit for what it was. I knew as a boy that there were very unexplainable things occurring there, but seldom did someone go missing. Everyone always kept things hush hush or said that a person ran off. No one ever spoke of anything happening like what did happen to Nunzio."
"Thank you, Mr. Tucker. I think maybe I should go there and see it for myself. This just doesn't make sense to me. I need to at least see the place. Somerset, Virginia, right?" Nunzio rose from his seat, clutching the box in his hands, before Marion Tucker could respond.
"Son, wait. You shouldn't go there. The whole town is a breeding ground for these sorts of things. The town is just one giant curse. I made it out of there, but you might not. You should leave it all well enough alone."
"Has all of your family disappeared?"
"Well, no."
"Any of them at all?" Nunzio's face evidenced his complete disbelief in the town being cursed. He could scarcely believe any of the story, but he especially could not believe that an entire town could be such a threat.
"A cousin when I was very young. Like the others, people said that he ran off. And then, there was sister's boy. He was only eleven years old. I'm tellin' you, there is a curse on that place. Do not go there. You just go on home, and take that box with you. Give your family some peace over this whole mess. Somerset is not a place you want to be. Get in your car, and head straight back to Philadelphia."
"How'd you know where I'm from?"
"I just assumed. I knew that was where your uncle was from. Just go back, and don't ever head to that area of northern Virginia. You don't want in it. You don't wanna be a part of it. Trust me on that. And no matter what you might think you've found there, you won't get no help from the people. They keep everything very quiet. Some of 'em know the truth, at least, have an idea, but they won't talk about it." The old man's eyes shown the truth clearly, but Nunzio Calabrisi was not about to be dissuaded by such a thing. It all seemed far too fanciful to him.
"Where did it happen? What's the place in Somerset?"
With a deep sigh but knowing that he could not turn the young man from his task, Marion Tucker decided that he would give him the information that he sought. "The Chalmers School. It's an old, abandoned building now. Shortly after the war, they built it over the grove they cut down. Find that school, and you're there. Just be careful, Son. Be very careful. It is not a place to be trifled with or taken lightly. I spent almost three years in a nuthouse for what I told folks I saw, and I was one of the lucky ones."
The drive from southern Ohio to northern Virginia was long, but Nunzio had already traveled from Philadelphia, and he was strongly motivated by his quest for truth and justice on behalf of his great-uncle. When he arrived in Somerset, he thought that the place looked like something out of an old movie. The buildings were old, many dilapidated, the people, wantonly staring in his direction as he passed, their deep set eyes looking as if they were somehow possessed. There was nothing at all resembling what one might call a town. Nunzio wondered if there were more than a hundred people living in the entire immediate vicinity of the place.
Nunzio stepped from his car upon finding the ruins of the Chalmers School. The few walls that remained standing were mostly sunken downward, slanting off into the ground below. The majority of the site was defined by heavy piles and pillars of rubble, some extending well above the level of the walls surrounding them. As Nunzio stood in awe of the enormity of destruction, he was startled to feel a hand placed upon his shoulder. Turning, he came face to face with a man with eyes as sunken as the walls before him.
"Damn cryin' shame what happened here," the other man stated, in his Virginia Piedmont accent that Nunzio found almost unintelligible. "They had a school here a long ways back, when my daddy was a boy. It ain't but what you see here now. They say it started to just crumble down one day as if it was the very walls of Jericho itself. Then, a fire broke out not long after that. A lot of boys went missin' from here, burnt up in the flames, but they never did find the bodies. Ain't that funny?"
Nunzio suddenly found himself wondering if there were not a serious amount of truth to the words of Marion Tucker. "What do you think really happened?"
"I ain't quite sure. Between you and me, Stranger, I think there's somethin' downright sinister at work in this place. They's all kinda funny things occurrin' round about here, but rarely is it anything real severe, just peculiar is all. But this place here, this is somethin' else. I don't never step foot beyond this sidewalk we's standin' on. In fact, I don't know of nobody that steps beyond. Everything from where that grass starts right there in front of ya over to the back of them woods beyond is unholy ground. You know I mean by unholy ground?"
Nunzio choked down the overwhelming, breath-stealing lump in his throat, unsure if he could even answer such a question, though he knew exactly what the man meant. "I... I think I do." Sighing, he looked all around him and noticed that several people watched him from the other side of the street, one standing on a corner, staring at him as if he were trying to see through him, and two others sitting on a porch, casually glancing his way. It made him feel gravely uneasy.
"Feller," began the other man, tucking his right thumb into the waistband of his pants, "I'd advise you get outta here. This ain't no place for outsiders. If the evil here don't get ya, the people here might. They don't take kindly to people they don't know comin' in here, especially ones investigatin' and such."
"I'm just trying to find out what happened to my great-uncle, Nunzio Calabrisi. He supposedly disappeared from here back in 1943. Nobody ever heard from him again. I was told that this was the place where it happened."
"Well, you ain't gonna find nothin' except bricks and stones and other types of mess. If your uncle is down under all them piles, you got one hell of a job to do, gettin' 'em all cleared out. I heard about some feller goin' missin' here back about when you said, but folks just always said the man who told of it was right as a three dollar bill. Personally, I took some thought of it and wondered if there weren't some kind of truth in it. They's legends 'round here, but that's all anybody takes 'em fer, legend. They say the place is haunted by spirits of the slaves that was here, some of 'em maybe even come from the ol' Montpelier place nearby, Madison's ol' plantation, that they was runaways hidin' out here. Some says it's the Indians. I don't rightly know what it is, but I do know you don't go messin' here. Ain't nobody touched this place since that fire, and that was back probably forty-some, fifty-some years ago."
"Did they ever find anybody here, any bodies at all, ever, or at least some parts of bodies, maybe a finger?" Nunzio was bent on finding out the truth, no matter what it took, but he felt that he would find no more than what Marion Tucker told him.
"I heard somethin' once about a feller findin' a finger in some tree and heard of some other feller findin' another finger sometime after that. My daddy talked of that, but folks just thought they killed the men they had them fingers of. One of 'em ended up sent up to some crazy house. The other, folks run him out of town. They's even a rumor they found him in them woods right over there and tied him to a tree and cut him limb from limb. Supposedly, a couple of folks that was involved in that one went missin' theyselves. Some told the town not to build this school here, that the ground was haunted, fer one reason or another."
"Do you think that maybe there was just somebody around here that was killing people and cutting them up and that maybe the fire was completely unrelated?"
The other man, with his thumb still in his pants, began scratching his head profusely with his left hand. "You know, I thought that many a time myself. I don't know what is the truth and what ain't. I know I do get an awful perturbin' feelin' when I come here. They's people died here. That's for certain. How they died is beyond me. I don't know what to believe, but it is a tragedy, all the same. You ain't gonna find no more about this place than what I done told ya. It is what it is, Feller. If I was you, I'd leave it all well enough alone."
"That's exactly what somebody else told me. Damn. I wish I could just find something, anything!"
Darkness loomed its eerie and disturbing head over the place where the two stood, creeping in slowly, with an imminent feeling of death. Both were assured that there was nothing to do there any longer and that the premises should be vacated at once, before night settled in completely. Nunzio felt as if eyes were watching him, but not the deep-set eyes of the townspeople. It was as if something from beyond the walls of the ruined school were fixated on him, keeping track of his every move, whatever it was, even listening to his every word.
Nunzio quickly got into his car and drove away, speeding out of town toward home. The same feeling of ominous and ethereal, supernatural presence that he felt at the site of the Chalmers School pervaded his every fiber, filling him with distraught worry and a complete sense of inner chaos. Nothing would ever make sense about any of it, but nothing could be done either. He knew that he would have to rest on the notion that he had no real information, only hearsay and the word of the only person to witness his uncle's disappearance. He could, at least, take some piece or pieces of his uncle back to his family. No one would believe what he told them, but they would see the ring in the wooden box and know that it must have been Uncle Nunzio's.

About Jason Wallace

Jason Wallace is a self-published Indie author from the Midwest. After his divorce, he attended graduate school, earning an M.A. in American and European History. In his free time, he writes avidly, in a range of genres, including poetry. Jason has been writing for twenty years, beginning in junior high but has only published since 2011. His ultimate goal is to one day gain enough recognition for his work to garner a publishing deal; however, he enjoys the craft for its inherent benefits of self-exploration, creative outlet, and the joy it brings to others. He loves sculpting new characters that hopefully readers can identify with and love reading about as much as he enjoys creating them.

Other titles by Jason Wallace

Shattered: On the Edge of Insanity
The Blade of Anslor
Under the Cypress Moon
The Legend of Arthur Tanner and Johnny Red
The Firstfruits of the Flesh
Eternal Desire
Relentless
The Swamp Fox and His Ragtag Militia
Under the Cypress Moon
 “We Will Never Do An Unjust Act”: The Policies of Thomas Jefferson, Enacted by William Henry Harrison, that Forced a British Alliance with Tecumseh and Hastened War
From “Savage” to Citizen: How Native Americans were Rewarded for Centuries of Struggle and Contribution
Land of Demons: The Proto-Colonization of Ezochi, an Alternate Model of Japanese Expansion

Connect with Jason Wallace

Jason Wallace may be reached directly by e-mail at [email protected]
and on facebook at:

https://www.facebook.com/thepageofauthorjasonwallace
or
https://www.facebook.com/authorjason.wallace


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Indie authors work very hard to bring their work to the masses, to inspire, to hone their craft, to be the best that they can be.  Unfortunately, few of them are able to connect with the public, to really reach the audience necessary to create the proper nexus of artist and fans.  This magazine is an attempt to do just that, to get the recognition for Indie authors that they deserve and to allow the public to find real, enjoyable reading material.  

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Friday, September 26, 2014

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                                                                    Twentynine Palms High                                                  
Volume 1, Number 2                                  Friday, September 26, 2014                http://www.ownzee.com/deucenineyrbk 
THE INSIDE SCOOP
Welcome Aboard the YACHT
By: Rachael Lemon 

  This year, new clubs have brought students together that in more ways that connect common interests. Several of these clubs have formed to promote community service.
Advisor Ms. Faudel and president Ashton Henry formed YACHT, Young Adults Chasing His Truth, with the focus on Christianity and prayer. Coming together to fundraise for charity and missionaries, YACHT provides a support group for those who are seeking the truth in His name.
 Clubs with the purpose of serving the community have become a running theme among the high school. Advisor Lisa Lee-Briggs formed Crocheting for a Cause, where the products created will be donated to groups in need. The club will vote on a project that is needed out in the community and help out in the form of crocheted crafts. “We are bringing the art of crocheting back” said Lisa Soliz. Twentynine Palms will be cozier than ever.
  Getting others involved is a focus on campus. With the help of Lisa Soliz and Gerald Gorski, students can come together with those string strumming to a central location. Guitar club is here, and those who are learning or wanting to learn how to play guitar are welcome to join. Not wasting talent, students will learn songs to be performed at the talent show and other activities on campus, such as lunch time activities. Look out because school of rock has come to TPHS.
  Mr. Shay, the advisor of the Chess club, also provided the students with the opportunity to be a part of something. There hasn’t been much activity yet, but over time both new and experienced chess players will participate in fundraisers and tournaments.


STEAM WILL RISE
By: Kathleen Moore 

  Full STEAM ahead! STEAM is finally underway thanks to Mr. Howes, the site coordinator of the aptly named Science Technology Engineering Arts and Math program.The new Engineering Technology lab consists of seven modules that will aid students by laying the foundation and providing the skills for future careers. Students are presented with modules ranging from robotics and automation to manufacturing technology; each specifically designed to support the prosperity of the future economy.
  The STEAM program is intended to provide students with experience in technologically advanced curriculum that will exceed the needs in future careers. STEAM also provides social skills, emphasizes literacy and critical thinking, and allows students to achieve their full potential. Ultimately, STEAM is highly beneficial to students who are interested in becoming an engineer, a technician, or want to get into any kind of health profession.
STEAM is a statewide idea and may soon spread throughout the nation, but here in Twentynine Palms it will become the basis for education, and help students become better problem-solvers in a fast changing economy. Mr. Howes, who also happens to be the art instructor, has constructed a mural which has been, “approved and will go on the building where the new laboratory is.” The mural will say “TPHS STEM” (because STEM fits better) and will have 12 portraits of famous inventors which will be designed by local muralist Tim O’Conner, the same muralist who helped with our Battle of the Bell mural. The program has only begun, but in the future it will rise, like STEAM, to something much greater.



Tragedy Turned Into a Work of Art
By: Ashton Henry

  Being a graduate of Deuce-nine, TPHS welcomes Mr. Art back to our Wildcat family. He bravely took over the position of Mr. Davis four weeks into the school year after his unfortunate accident. However, this rushed transition has been a piece of cake for Mr. Art, because he has already been in five different long term positions; none of which have started in an ideal time of the school year. Mr. Art’s tactics for tackling these long term positions are asking other teachers where the students should be at this time of year, and learning how each class learns as a whole.
  He usually is prepared to teach his classes, however this time Mr. Art had to start from scratch. He has taken the time to create a helpful syllabus for his new students, telling them what his expectations are as well as how he teaches.
  Most of the time, teachers prepare their substitutes for their classes, but due to Mr. Davis’s hospitalization, Mr. Art is left to take on the challenge without guidance.
 

Reporting for ET, I’m Cassidy Zimarik
By: Alexis Hidalgo

You get in the car. You buckle your seat belt  Then you turn on the radio. You hear the DJ talking. Who is that voice? That voice is the voice of our own Cassidy Zimarik, otherwise known as Sassy Cassie Taylor. Ever since the fall of her junior year in high school she has been interested in the entertainment industry. Luckily enough for this wildcat, she’s planning on an internship for the television network, CBS. She’ll be on the set of Entertainment Tonight (ET) and The Insider. Zimarik isn’t quite sure what she is going to be doing, but she is looking forward to “learning how the entertainment industry works inside and out”. She hopes to become a producer of television shows one day. As of right now, whether or not she is going to be in the limelight or behind the scenes in the future is what she is unsure of. For now, Zimarik is going to be the “voice in your heads” on the radio. She enjoys connecting to the community on a personal level and being depended on for sharing the news. Sounds like we’ll be seeing her in the entertainment industry in no time.

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3 Primary Differences Between Legal Separation and Divorce

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A time may come in your marriage when you realize that you do not want to continue living with your spouse. However, if you are hesitant about filing for a divorce, you can consider a legal separation. 

There are some differences between legal separation and divorce, but the three essential differences include:
Continuation or termination of your marriage status. A legal separation is a significant change in the status of your marriage. Filing a petition with the courts is the first legal step towards divorce proceedings. 

Legal separation takes about twice as long as a divorce, which is beneficial if you are unsure about following through with ending your marriage. 

Both divorce and legal separation include visitation, final custody, child support, and alimony arrangements as well as permanent division of debts and assets. The main difference is that you remain married to each other with a legal separation.

Benefits. A separation agreement protects benefits until a decision is made to file for divorce. Staying married for 10 years or more allows your spouse to take advantage of certain social security benefits. 

For example, one spouse may remain eligible for health care or insurance benefits for the spouse if they remain married. Depending on the particular situation, tax and estate planning benefits might apply if you and your spouse remain married to each other.

Practical treatment. Once the courts enter your judgment for legal separation, you and your spouse are treated as a divorced couple.  
3 Primary Differences Between Legal Separation and Divorce
This sets a precedence for the divorce that might follow. For instance, if you divorce after a separation and your case goes to court, the judge most likely will consider your satisfaction with the separation agreement as your approval that the contract should transfer over to the divorce settlement agreement. 

The primary difference between divorced and legally separated spouses is that the latter cannot remarry, have no right to intestate inheritance, and cannot file joint tax returns. 

Making the Decision

Deciding between a legal separation and a divorce is a personal choice. In fact, sometimes spouses elect to remain married but live separately for religious or moral reasons. 

Other causes include spending time apart deciding if divorce is positively desirable, and allowing for the retention of medical benefits that divorce ends. Sometimes opting for a legal separation rather than a divorce is a good financial decision. 

Additionally, a legal separation may present a less stressful environment to for negotiating a separation agreement than negotiating a divorce agreement. However, if you make the decision to terminate your marital status, then filing for divorce is the best option.

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How to Budget for Your Home Improvement Project

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How to Budget for Your Home Improvement Project
Are you planning on a home improvement project? The budget is a major component of the project, and it can be a tricky subject to discuss. 

However, it is important in order to get the best possible results. For example, if you want to install a beautiful cable railing, you need to know all the cost details, so you can make this project a reality. With the following guidelines, this is possible.
 
Start Early
 
It is extremely important to know what your budget is before you begin the project. A lot of people determine their budget during the renovation. If you do this, you might not be able to finish the cable railing you have been dreaming of. Also, people who do not budget beforehand tend to have a difficult time completing their home projects. This is because they do not anticipate the costs involved. When this happens, they have to wait longer to finish each step.
 
Be Realistic
 
When you are budgeting, you need to be realistic. Home repairs and updates require money. You cannot expect to get something for nothing. You are going to have to pay for the materials and the cost of labor. However, you probably have different options to choose from to meet the terms of your budget. With a cable railing, for example, you can choose a secondary material that is less expensive. A stainless steel cable railing will probably cost more than one that is made of wood. Both will provide a modern look. However, one might meet the constraints of your budget.
Know What You Are Paying For
 
During your home renovation, it is always important to understand what you are paying for. This is why it is a good idea to have a contract. There are some costs that are more definitive. These include costs for materials. 

However, there are other hidden or less obvious costs that you are probably paying for. These include costs for labor, fees for permits, consulting costs, design fees, and more. Make sure that you are on the same page with everyone that is working on the project about the budget.
 
If You Run Out of Money
 
There are occasions when people run out of money. If this is happening to you, it might be a good idea to rethink the project. You could do a smaller railing, or change some of the finishes. You could also postpone the finish date until you come up with more cash.
 
Hopefully you never have to worry about running out of money. Instead, try to budget early so you can understand the costs and pay for them.

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Here is a funny videos staring the great Slappy, the ventriloquist dummy, who’s still is among one of the most famous dolls in history.  Here, Slappy is interviewed by Horrorland TV. We felt that was too difficult to resist adding this video on our blog. Have fun, guys.
Slappy is on Horrorland TV

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We think that there is a name to know for anybody who likes to see well crafted work and talented people: Mike Palma. That man is a master in creating new ventriloquist dummies. We have found  a short demo showing his savoir faire. We have found this short video here on this site named Maherstudios. Have fun.
Watch amazing Mike Palma working.

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