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How quickly after marriage do you get a physical piece of paper as proof?
Posted by: | CommentsI’m leaving for Navy boot camp in just over a month and I am looking to get married fast. However, I have many documents to change my name on which need proof of marriage. I’m looking to find out if you get to keep your marriage license or some other legal proof on the day of the marriage. I live in New York State, but not in the NYC.
Revise My Paper For Me?
Posted by: | Comments(Anything helps, ranging from better words to use, punctuation, you know all the good stuff).
A Life Changing Decision
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Throughout time, societies experience diverse kinds of obstacles. Undoubtedly, there is always a cause and effect, no matter how big or small the action. The decisions I make mold me into an ever changing person, willing to learn from obstacles placed in front of me today and the obstacles I will inevitably face in the future. All along I had been training during the summer, attending basketball camps, team practices and even open gym play. Leading into the off season, I found myself in a state of tranquility, because I have applied so much effort into something I truly enjoyed. My junior year in high school; there was a possibility of moving to a different state. A week or so later, our first home game would begin on a Friday night and I was so excited. Though one day after school, all my excitement would vanish, as my father had some news he needed to discuss. We were moving! I got upset and questioned my father, “Why do we have to move to Claremore, Oklahoma?” He sat me down gently, and said, “Son, this is how I provide for you and at this time this is what is best!” Subsequently, I was able to realize I can’t control everything. I believe, in life we make sacrifices, in order to prosper and lead a fruitful life. Reason being, the basketball coach at Claremore high school; witnessed me scrimmage with his basketball team. Seeing how good I was, all he could come up with was some lame excuse, saying that you will be a bench player. Justifying his judgment, he added that, you don’t deserve the spot, because you’re not from around here. So I took it as an insult being that I had an ounce of ego in me, three of the varsity starters disagreed with their coaches’ decision on not starting me. On, but still to this day my passion burns deep within me; when I play the game of basketball. I see now that these obstacles made me stronger, but only because I let them. This is the cause and effect of obstacles, and I can only be proud of where it has led me.
what kind of toilet paper can be used in an RV?
Posted by: | CommentsDynamic folding of a paper solar cell circuit
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A paper solar cell circuit is dynamically folded and unfolded while the voltage is simultaneously measured on the meter. The paper photovoltaic is illuminated from below with simulated solar illumination.
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this is the begining of my research paper i can’t think of a thesis and a topic sentence for my essay, so please help to get me stared! thank you!
is this a good introduction paragraph for my japanese internment paper?
Posted by: | CommentsThese were our requirements:
Start with a revealing story or quotation
Give important background information
Offer a series of interesting or surprising facts provide important definitions
State your reason for choosing this subject
“I know many… who say, ‘That was all so long ago. Let’s forget it and leave well enough alone.’ But I just say we were the ones that went through it- the tears and the shame and the shock. We need to leave our legacy to our children. And also our legacy to America, from our tears, what we learned.” As said by Mary Tsukamoto, a Japanese Internment survivor. The Japanese Americans did not deserve the hardship that they went through during World War II. On December 7, 1941 Japan attacked the U.S. Naval Base located in Hawaii. This is known as the attack on Pearl Harbor. After this happened, many Americans discriminated against all people of Asian descent. They assumed that anyone who looked Asian was Japanese and that they were either spies for or had some link back to Japan. Because of this, President Roosevelt signed an order to put the Japanese Americans in internment camps. The Japanese Americans lived very hard lives in these camps. They had no choice but to stay there for the two and a half years that the order was active. I chose to do this subject because I don’t think that what the Americans did to other Americans is talked about enough. They were doing the same thing as the Nazis and didn’t even realize it.
I thought of a few. Does anyone have examples or philosophy to add?
1.)Right to peacable assembely is gone if they aren’t in the mood that day.(Seattle)
2.)Right to bear arms, gone when they feel like it.(New Orleans)
3.)Right to a speedy trial by jury gone if they apply subjective enemy combatant tag.
4.)Freedom of press gone, they aren’t allowed to photograph or cover 600 FEMA concentration camps across the country.
5.)Seperation of powers gone. Bush signed secret unsovereign trade deals with Mexico and Canada vs. Constitutional requirement for Senate approval.
6.)Throw the 4th Amendment prohibiting illegal searches out the window with checkpoint searches, wiretaps, library oversight, e-mail oversight. Yes they have access to ALL your e-mails at the click of a button, phone records, and internet history all without probable cause.
7.)5th Amendment due process clause is finished with (they say *cough*) 900,000+ Americans on the terrorist watch list which restricts travel and brings more 4th Amendment destroying illegal searches at whim from the fascists. They refuse to disclose criteria for addition to the list. Obviously main criteria is any of the numerous socialists not liking your pro-Constitution views.
battle-axe I am no Liberal. I am far more conservative than you and GWB will ever be. All those GWB anti-Constitutional views are pure Marxism I don’t care what label he slaps on himself. He has done squat for conservatives and if you had half a brain you would know it. His tax cuts are puny, done nothing to stop abortion, loves our open borders, had made the trade deficit far worse, started the no child left behind socialist scheme and spends like Carter and Clinton combined. If you got any more conservative you would be a centrist.
Most of you are a bunch of fake conservatives blindly supporting Stalin-Bush.
Ok RACEFISH, I will tell you what is happening. I am sorry to say that your response is 100% wrong.
#1 Protestors at the WTO illegal conference were sent to prison camps for days.
#2 They went house to house in the middle class non flooded neigborhoods confiscating guns from home owners on their own property. Your words border on treason as do their actions.
#3 The language included in the illegal secretive legislation provides very clearly that ANY person can be considered a threat for any reason. The idea that it only applies to Islamofascists is ludacrist and it has not at all been applied in the manner you speak of either.
#4 Bush has increased it substanitially and the power absolutely does not rest with the President but with the Senate. I assume you are not a bold faced liar but just sorrowfully ignorant. Under Constitutional law all presidential treaties must be ratified by 2/3 of the Senate. NAFTA hardly describes the extent of recent meetings with Canada and Mexico.
#6 Not at all true. The Patriot Act provides an open warrant and thousands if not millions of people inside the US have been tapped who are well known to have nothing at all to do with Islamofascism.
On a class B RV what is a good toilet paper to use that will disintegrate ?
Posted by: | CommentsAlso what is a good cheap fluid to use down the drain after emptying the black water?
Proof read for me please? HS “imaginary journey” paper….?
Posted by: | CommentsAs we drove down the highway, the wind drove the pouring rain across the windshield and on the pavement of the road. Inside the truck, Charlotte, Saige, and I slept while Stucky, the driver, struggled to see through the downpour. I awoke to a liver colored dog, named Dollar, licking my face. Poo, the other dog in the truck, slept on, oblivious to the torrential rain that made visibility low and driving dangerous. Stucky drove on, nearing our destination, the Florida Fairgrounds, as the clock ticked nearer to ten o’clock. We drove from our barn in New Jersey to Florida for the High School Rodeo Finals which Saige and I qualified to compete in.
Behind our truck tagged a silver horse trailer. In the trailer stood our three horses, all of which remained wide awake as they braced and balanced on the long ride. Cheyenne, a deep brown colored Quarter Horse belonging to Saige, shifted her foot. Next to her, Justin, my a sorrel Paint Horse, ate his hay. Last in the trailer, Rocket, an ebony black Quarter Horse, swiveled his ears as he listened to the sounds of the road. These three horses traveled with us as our mounts for the rodeo. Justin and Cheyenne, the two barrel racing horses, belonged to us, but we borrowed Rocket to use for the roping competition.
“We’re almost here!” I exclaimed excitedly as we drove past a sign pointing towards the Fairgrounds.
Stucky and I roused our sleeping companions as we pulled into the Florida fairgrounds: our destination. Sleepily, we climbed out of the truck and carefully unloaded the horses, leading them to a stable in the distance. As I walked, I felt the cold rain soak my tired body and the wind blow the droplets into my face.
“Put the two barrel horses in the right stalls, I’ll stick Rocket in the stall opposite the tack room,” Charlotte called to Saige and I as we walked into the well-lit barn.
Lined with rows of stalls, this barn housed all the horses that would compete over the next two days.
“Alright guys, lets get this crap unloaded so we can crash at the hotel already,” I complained to my companions.
Together, we tended to the horses and stowed our gear before parking the trailer and heading to the warm hotel. As I readied myself for bed, I felt that tomorrow could not come soon enough. I fell asleep to excited thoughts about the completion the following day.
Saturday dawned bright and warm, but we room mates had roused ourselves long before the sun rose. We fed and watered the horses and prepared ourselves for the day’s activities. As I watched the sun begin its assent, and the beginning of competition draw near, I felt the beginnings of nervousness rise in my stomach. Stucky, on the other hand, evidently felt none of that pressure.
“Holy cow, you guys are going to get soaked! Have you checked out the arena? Its pure mud! Crash, ya better be careful!” Stucky exclaimed as he walked into the barn.
I had received the nickname crash years ago after a less-than-graceful fall from a horse.
“Stucks, will you stop harassing them? They’ve got a job to do and your not helping. Now get in there and quit your messin’ around!” exclaimed Charlotte.
“Elena, have you seen my crop?” Saige shouted.
“Nope, did you have it yesterday?” I inquired.
“I haven’t seen it since we got here. Do you have an extra?” she asked hopefully.
“No, your on your own…hey where did my goat string go? Guys, I need that string. Anybody seen it?” I asked frantically.
“I don’t know but you better find it.” Charlotte exclaimed, “We needed to be warming up five minutes ago. I’m going to the ring, meet me there.”
With time waning and pressure of the difficult day that lay ahead of us bearing down, both Saige and I began to crack with the stress, and accusations flew readily.
“I know it was in my trunk last night, did you move it? I wouldn’t be surprised if you did.” I complained to her.
“You know what, I didn’t touch your stuff, and if you haven’t noticed, I’m a little preoccupied looking for my crop, which I desperately need.” Saige answered.
By the time we met Charlotte at the ring, anger and tension flew between Saige and I. Justin jittered underneath me, picking up on my stress. Meanwhile, Saige struggled with a misbehaving Cheyenne. Both horses had picked up on the tension of their riders and reacted to it negatively.
Saige ran Cheyenne first. I half-heartedly wished her good luck, but secretly I hoped to beat her. I barely tasted the soda I hurriedly drank before mounting Justin in preparation for our run.
Seeing the bright red alleyway and the barrels ready for my run, my nervousness left me and I felt nothing but excitement. I gripped the reins, feeling the tough leather resting in my hands.
“Our next run is by Elena Mirabito and Justin,” the announcer proclaimed, “this pair traveled from their home state of New Jersey to be with us today. Show us what them Jersey girls can do, cowgirl!”
Charlotte gave me an encourag
