Harry's Thesis

The world is an ever-changing sphere that is made of ocean and landscape. Over the time of billions upon billions of years, the Earth has gone through lots of changes in climate, though either the extremes or the common. The Earth is and always has been an instigator and resulted effects on itself throughout the history of the planet's climate. Now we are starting to change its natural course.

Adam's thesis

Just because you have been to prison, in no way means you should be considered a threat to society. Every single person born into the world has the capability to do good; all we have to do is give them the chance.

Emma Bairstow thesis

While alcoholism has been an issue in America since society merely began, it has been questioned to be either a disease or a choice. Through all the history and research, it shows that alcoholism starts off as personal choice and later acts as a disease.

Jessie Marston Thesis

Runway models are what everyone strives to look like: Tall, thin and beautiful, leaving everyone wanting to be perfect, believing that nothing is quite good enough. Young people get brainwashed by runway model companies to believe that a size zero is the only size that is acceptable. So to achieve this goal, many models and some normal people unwittingly develop eating disorders.

Matt K's thesis

The war on terror seems unwinnable to a lot of Americans but it is truly anything but. Over the past couple of months the United States military has killed major leaders of the ruthless Taliban and al-Qaeda regimes.

TOM E

Thesis: In America today everything has a value, including life. By placing a value on life and using our judicial system to put someones life in the hands of jury is not right. There are too many things that can go wrong to many factors that could lead to an innocent person to be killed by the government. When someone is put to death, on their death certificate the “homicide” box is checked: this means murder. As Ghandi said “ An eye for an eye only makes the whole world blind”, it is irrefutable that the death penalty should not be a part of hour judicial system.

Immigration

Every year thousands of immigrants migrate into the United States illegally. The question is not whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, but how to deal with it. The immigrants must be deported and the US must put more effort into stopping it.

Death Penalty-Carter

Currently the death penalty is legal and morally acceptable in the United States of America. However, the death penalty is expensive, ethically wrong, and even has the potential to put innocent people to death. Clearly, the death penalty is unconstitutional and should be abolished from the United States.

ben thesing research essay thesis

The modern theory of cultural relativism is necessary in our extremely diverse world. For both anthropologists and average citizens alike, the ability to not bias against cultures without having a complete understanding of what that culture really is, is vital. The same thing can be said on an individual level, each and every person has their own “culture”. It is important to understand that to a certain degree there is no right, and no wrong. It varies (to a moral degree) between the individual. The most important thing with cultural relativism is to understand that the entire theory cannot completely function; by accepting every culture, there are not boundaries for ethics. The Golden rule and sense of good Samaritanism are equivalent to human sacrifice and suicide bombings in the eyes of a cultural relativist. While having a good, clear sense of acceptance is necessary in the world today, wholly embracing the theory of cultural relativism is dangerous and unethical.

Nina's Thesis

The stigma that is typically associated with ‘cult’ stereotypes does not adequately represent members of these groups and their reasons for joining. Behind the widely publicized images of head-shaving, kool-aid-drinking, radical drones are people who have found a message of knowledge and certainty that they can connect to on a spiritual level. Although heinous murder sprees and lewd acts of sexual assault by cult leaders are not to be condoned, one must step back from their personal beliefs and respect that ‘freedom of religion’ is not to be confined to solely what ones own morals and beliefs dictate.

Autumn Morning

I step outside, feeling the sting of the cold, harsh wind.

I look out in front of me and see my long drive way covered with leaves of every color. They are cold and crunchy, they break as I step on them. The sun breaks through the foggy, grey sky, providing minimum warmth. It’s cold, but I don’t mind, the harsh wind feels good as it blows against my skin, opening up my pores. The trees look almost dead, a few of the leaves have fallen off the trees, and the bark is a dark brown. The fog is hard to see through, it is especially thick today. It honestly reminds me of a ghostly horror story outside. I’m not scared though, those are my favorite kinds of days, I find them in a strange way relaxing and calming. I take a breath in, the cold air stings my throat but the cold smoky air coming out of my mouth looks cool, so it makes up for the stinging throat. I look forward to these types of Autumn mornings, though not very common, I know they will come again in the future.

Allie’s Shack

It was mid-to late October of last year in the hazy town of Newport North Carolina. My best friend Allie and I decided to go to her house after returning from the beach. As we turned on to her street, we saw all the stoners outside their houses smoking, the burning tips of their cigarettes lit up the darkening sky, as the smoke rose silently into the cool blowing night air. See, Allie lived in one of the most drug- infested neighborhoods in Newport. It was filled with crappy old cars, old trailers that looked like they were going to collapse at any given moment, and a bunch of random cats running up and down the streets. Since it was October, a few houses did have bright orange jack lanterns smiling that creepy smile on their doorsteps, but that was about it for the decorations. As we pulled into Allies drive way, I could see her cat Louie, lying there on the couch, looking out the window at us. Louie is probably the fattest cat I have ever seen. When he walks, his belly touches the ground, literally. He looks like Garfield because he is orange too. When we got in, we went into her room to watch one of my favorite movies of all time, The Rocky Horror Picture Show. It was playing on Logo at eleven pm, so we had about an hour to kill. We ordered Chinese take-out, and downloaded some music on Allies beyond crappy computer. It was one of those old ones that moved super slow and took forever to load the internet. Of course, it took a little while any way to find one of the neighbors’ Wi-Fi signals, because Allie didn’t have Wi-Fi in her house, she just stole her neighbors’ signal and that took some time. I finally got the thing to load all the way, and started looking up some good music to download, Allie was sitting on her twin size bed eating the take-out, and watching T.V.

All was good until about 1:30am. Next door, some people were having a costume party. Allie, of course, decided to slingshot candy at all the non-sober people outside. She hit one guy right in the eye and he started screaming at her and charging toward the window on Allie’s wall. We shut it quick, but he still banged on it and screamed like crazy at us to open up. It was quite ironic because he was dressed like an axe murderer, and I really think he wanted to slice us. He had I think fake blood all over his face and body, and he was wearing crappy, ripped clothing, and carrying a rusty old axe. Eventually he went away back to the party after much threats directed toward us.

But of course, at around 3:30am, he came back for no reason, only this time trying to break open the front door! Allie and I were scared out of our minds. I really don’t know how he didn’t break in, Allie’s house was more like a large shack combined with a trailer, the type of thing you would expect to find in such neighborhoods. After about three minutes of banging, the noise just stopped, and everything went silent.

When we woke up the next morning, we found the guy passed out on the front porch. Allie and I just stared at him, we tried to poke him with a stick, but nothing. I guess it was all okay because when we came back from a drive that afternoon, he was gone, but that was pretty creepy, even for Halloween season in Allie’s neighborhood.

Seasons of Life

By Adam Liberty

I wake up and go outside, just to see the colors of the world. Its insane wouldn’t you say? The leaves change color so fast you almost suddenly notice what is happening. They go from being green, to yellow, red, even orange. When the wind blows you can see the leaves fall from the trees like rain in a thunderstorm. I’d say it’s amazing, but I cannot help to think about what is actually happening. The trees are dying or at least going into hibernation for the winter like the bears do. The n when the air starts getting warm again the leaves blossom and grow more and more every day as children do getting larger everyday they live until they reach the point where growing is no longer a possibility and they are adults and have responsibilities like giving living thing in the world oxygen so that they can live and grow and some day have responsibilities of there own. The process of life is amazing.

A Revival (Final)

time goes by without me knowing.
the day is bright and young but i feel ragged and sleep-less.
a minor earthquake occurs as i drop my school bag, releasing the weight of the week past.
i look across the road to see two boys in their youth, lost in happiness.
a constant reminder of the simple joys i now miss.
where has the time gone?
what is to come for me in the future?
take me back to the days of my youth.
an epiphany, a change of mind as i run out the front door and across the street.
a pool of vibrant reds, yellows, and oranges awaits my entrance.
a perfect dive, hardly a splash is seen as i reattain a missing aspect of my youth.
this is right.
the pieces of my joy fit right into place as i am swallowed by this mass representation of autumn

A Walk Into the Fog (Final)

Looking out into the morning fog I see nothing at all, knowing what is beyond the gray haze I simply walk the thin, slightly uphill, blazed trail, beginning my morning. As I continue on my way and wait for the fog to disappear I realize I have reached my beautiful destination. I am high up on a rural bluff, above everything I know, above the large trees, above the small vibrant town, above the red brick school, above my white colonial house. Nothing matters but what I am waiting to see. Now I am met with vibrant colors, first a construction grade orange, then bumble bee yellow, and lastly a burning red. As these explosions appear from every direction the mother of all rises to its peak; a blazing sun greets me burning off whatever is left of the fog. This is Autumn and I am experiencing a well known discovery of New England. Later in the morning as I begin my casual return down the slight incline, the fog has died and dried. A flock of geese fly overhead quacking as they head to warmer weather. I am left with a cushion of crunchy leaves to lead me back to my starting point. An average morning for one who takes the time to enjoy the wonders of a season that is often over-looked.

The Painting (Final)

Each color, each brush has a different purpose of the puzzle. A fine tipped brush, the thin details of each hair on a person head. One by one, each line, each curve, is put together to make a piece of art that people will be admiring. The painting will send a slightly different message to everybody who looks at this painting. Hundreds. Thousands will be looking at this painting. Scanned many many eyes.

Free (Final)

Windows down so I can hear the engines 400 horses. The car roars with ferocity. Not going anywhere specific, I have all of the time in the world. Just driving. Just the 67 Camaro and I. Everyone that passes, twisting their neck with their jaw dropped, admiring the car. Staring at the jet-black body with racing stripes going from bumper to bumper. Cleaned to a slick shine, polished to perfection. Each detail, the things that you don’t see on any other muscle car give it character. The speed is unbelievable. Before I know it I’m at 70 mph, I blink and I’m at 80. I keep going, 90. 100, I’m at the point where I can’t tell the colors of the cars I pass. The feeling is great; it’s amazing. I feel as if I have complete control over the world. I am free and nobody can tell me what to do.

Violently Running

By Adam

It was Halloween night, I was running violently in the blacked out forest from someone. I didn’t know who. He was enormous. At least six foot seven, 300 pounds. He wore an old ripped up ski mask like you would see in the cheesy horror movies, but if you were in my position it wouldn’t seem so cheesy. He was wearing this horribly nasty black nylon suit that was filthy with blood from his prior victim. As devastating as it would still be I wished that it were just another scary Halloween prank. In the back of my mind I knew that was not the reality I was hoping for. I knew because the reflection his knife gave off when it came in contact with the light screamed the actuality of this predicament even louder then I was screaming desperately for help with every vein in my face and neck bulging out two inches and saliva shooting from my mouth. I ran for what felt like miles but I finally lost him. I stopped to catch my breath. I glanced over to my left and caught the sight of a dead body. It had given me that sick feeling in my stomach when you get humiliated in front of 100 people and all you want to do is puke that projectile puke. His eyes were wide open as if he had seen a ghost, well if he was a victim of the guy that was after me I know how he feels. His mouth was also open, and his head was severed from his body and his body from his legs. It was one big bloody mess. The masked man had painted the world red. His guts were hanging from his stomach like clothes on a clothesline. His skin was extremely pale white from the stop of blood flow and loss of blood from being mauled by this beast that was living inside a human’s body.

Everyone's Favorite Season

Oddly a lot of people's favorite season is summer. Why when fall is so much better?

True, in summer we have three months off from school and it’s the perfect time to go to the beach, but there are those days where it’s too hot to even go to the beach. The whether practically has mood swings between the nice days, rain or days where it’s to sticky to go outside.

During fall there are tons of things going on that make it much better than summer. Fall is really everyone’s favorite time of the year, but they just don’t like to admit it. The best part is, no doubt, when the leaves change color. It’s something that everyone needs to see in their lives because nothing in the world can even come close to being as amazing as a New England Fall. All the colors of the leaves are just magnificent. They truly show how gorgeous life is and how the seasons are unique times that deserve to be appreciated.

A Compromising Autumn

Winter has never claimed to be an advocate of amnesty
Summer holds fast to the notion that it believes in warmth and brightness
Spring has the audacity to deem every year worthy of a renaissance; a fresh start
But Autumn is the least adamant of the four
uncertain where she belongs in the system of beliefs
between windsongs and whispers; hellfire and wholly innocent; life and what comes next; indistinguishable
and so she tries only to find a medium for a swayed conviction would compromise her caution