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1861, July 16 The battle of Bull Run ended today. Northerners, like myself, know it as Bull Run but the Confederates know it as Manassas. This battle is giving me bad thoughts about the outcome of this war. This was a Southern victory and the Confederate army looks high in spirit and high in confidence, compared to the hurt, tired, and disappointed North. The great leadership of the Confederate generals won this battle. Their plans and attacks were no match for the Union ones. I hope the North can do something to rebound from this great loss, maybe there will be a second battle. 1862, December 31 Today I attended a gathering at the Tremont Temple. It was in Boston so I had to travel a ways. At the Tremont Temple many black, including myself celebrated the issuance of the Emancipation proclamation that is effective at midnight tonight. At the gathering everyone's spirits were high and everybody was excited. The black men who have learned that the Emancipation could mean the end of slavery were as happy as little boys were when they were getting a present. They have forgotten everything bad about being black, but its only temporary, the struggling of slaves and in this time period cannot be measured. At midnight tonight, millions and millions of people's lives will be changed. 1863, January 1 Today, the 1st of January is the day where the Emancipation Proclamation issued by Abe Lincoln begins. The streets are filled with free blacks celebrating and rejoicing. People are having parties and celebrating but most of all praying. Groups of blacks are praying together and thanking God for setting them free. 1863, February 24 Today I became an agent for the U.S. Government to recruit Negro soldiers into the Union Army. These black men will be involved in all black regiments and fight the Confederate army. My prediction is that it won't be hard to find willing blacks to fight for the Union. I hope this is successful and the blacks will have a big part in freeing all slaves and winning the Civil War. 1863, February 27 Today I issued the "Men of Color, to Arms." This challenge to black men to fly to arms, and smite with death the power that would bury the government and your liberty in the same grave. I worked on the end of my message for a long time to get my point across, it sounded like this, "Remember that in a contest with oppression, t... ...can still survive without him. He has played a big part in rebuilding this country and if you are Southern or Northern you know that and recognize it. 1865, April Today I had another speech at the annual meeting of Massachusetts Anti-Slavery Society in Boston on "What the Black Man Wants." Basically it was about the rights blacks should have, and how we deserve them now because we are free. 1865, May 30 Another speech to add to my many†¦ I spoke at a memorial meeting on the life and death of Lincoln. Negroes of New York City called this memorial after New York Common Council refused to permit Negroes to participate in the funeral procession when Lincoln's body passed through the city. This was a great way to show how much we appreciate and respect Lincoln. 1865, August 17 Today I thanked Mrs. Lincoln for sending me the president's walking stick. This was a very nice gesture of her and I will cherish this piece of his life. 1865, October Today I delivered a lecture at the inauguration of Douglass Institute, school for Negro children. I think this school will help the black children learn and become successful in their life. I am glad I am making a difference.

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Electronic Health Records: the Good and the Bad Essay

The Electronic Health Record (EHR) is an electronic record of patient health information created by one or more encounters in any care delivery setting. The information included in an EHR are patient demographics, progress notes, problems, medications, vital signs, past medical history, immunizations, laboratory data and radiology reports. â€Å"EHRs are designed to reach out beyond the health organization that originally collects and complies information† (Zerwekh and Zerwekh Garneau, 2014 p.541). It focuses on the complete heath of the patient. â€Å"EHR introduction into the health care system can be viewed as an innovation† (Advanced Practice Nurses’†¦, 2013). Before EHRs, access to medical charts required a fair amount of time, every patient that visited the office or hospital, their file had to be physically pulled. EHRs have eliminated that hassle, not only do they reduce time, but also reduce errors. EHRs are more â€Å"legible because there is no hand writing and they are always up to date† (Zerwekh and Zerwekh Garneau, 2014 p. 542). The EHR has the potential to improve the quality and safety of patient care when used correctly. It can improve communication with medication safety. â€Å"EHRs improve safety by reducing adverse drug events with alerts, reminders, and potential drug interactions† (Advanced Practice Nurses’†¦, 2013). An important disadvantage of EHRs are HIPPA violations. Since EHRs allow for easier access to sensitive information, there is an increased risk of privacy violations. â€Å"Security policies must be explicit and well defined† (Zerwekh and Zerwekh Garneau, 2014 p. 535). HIPPA violations are not to be taken lightly, serious consequences can occur. The use of health information technology may improve health care quality,  but it has its disadvantages. Technology is growing and changing constantly, it important to stay informed. The good can out way the bad, as long as policies are followed. References Narcisse, M., Kippenbrock, T. A., Odell, E., and Buron, B. (2013). Advanced Practice Nurses’ Meaningful use of Electronic Health Records, Retrieved from www.elsevier.com/locate/apnr Zerwekh, J., & Zerwekh Garneau, A. (2014). Nursing Today: transitions and trends, Eighth Edition, 535-542.

Bloodlines Chapter Seventeen

MY DISCOVERY KICKED the tattoo problem up to a whole new level. Before, I'd just thought I was fighting against people using techniques similar to Alchemist methods to expose Amberwood to drugs. It had been a moral issue. Now, with blood on the line – it was an Alchemist issue. Our whole purpose was to protect humans from the existence of vampires. If someone was illicitly putting vampire blood into humans, they'd crossed the line we worked hard, every day, to maintain. I knew I should immediately report this. If someone had gotten their hands on vampire blood, the Alchemists needed to send a force here and investigate. If I followed the normal chain of command, I supposed the thing would be to tell Keith and let him tell our superiors. If he did, however, I had no doubt he'd claim all the credit for uncovering this. I couldn't let that happen – and not because I wanted the glory for myself. Too many Alchemists erroneously believed Keith was an upstanding person. I didn't want to fuel that. But before I did anything, I needed to figure out the rest of the vials' contents. I could make guesses at the metallic residues but wasn't sure if, like the blood, they came straight from the Alchemist catalog or were just knockoffs. And if they were our formulas, it wasn't obvious at a glance which were which. The silver powder in one vial, for example, could have been a few different Alchemist compounds. I had the means to do some experiments and figure it out, but one substance eluded me. It was clear, slightly thick liquid that had no discernable odor. My guess was that it was the narcotic used in the celestial tattoos. Vampire blood wouldn't cause that high, though it would absolutely explain the crazy athleticism of the so-called steel tattoos. So, I began running what experiments I could, while going on with the normal routines of school. We were playing basketball inside in PE this week, so Jill was participating – and being subjected to Laurel's biting comments. I kept hearing her say things like, â€Å"You'd think she'd be a lot better since she's so tall. She can practically touch the basket without jumping. Or maybe she should turn into a bat and fly up there.† I winced. I had to keep telling myself not to make a big deal of the jokes, but every time I heard one, panic seized me. I had to hide it, though. If I wanted to help Jill, I needed the teasing stopped as a whole – not just the vampire stuff. Drawing more attention to those comments wouldn't help. Micah tried to comfort Jill after each attack, which clearly infuriated Laurel more. Laurel's weren't the only comments reaching my ears. Since my raid of the tattoo parlor, I'd been hearing a fair amount of interesting information from Slade and his friends. â€Å"Well, did he say when?† Miss Carson was taking attendance, and Slade was interrogating a guy named Tim about a recent trip to the parlor. Tim shook his head. â€Å"No. They're having some trouble with their shipment. It sounds like the supplier's got it but doesn't want to give it up for the same price.† â€Å"Damn it,† growled Slade. â€Å"I need a touch-up.† â€Å"Hey,† said Tim. â€Å"What about me? I don't even have my first one.† It wasn't the first comment I'd overheard from someone who already had a celestial and needed a touch-up. Addiction in action. Jill's face was hard when PE ended, and I had the feeling she was trying not to cry. I tried talking to her in the locker room, but she simply shook her head and headed off for the showers. I was about to go there myself when I heard a shriek. Those of us who were still by the lockers raced to the shower room to see what was happening. Laurel jerked the curtain back from her stall and came running out, oblivious to the fact that she was naked. I gaped. Her skin was covered in a fine sheen of ice. Water droplets from the shower had frozen solid on her skin and in her hair, though in the steamy heat of the rest of the room, they were already starting to melt. I glanced over to the shower itself and noticed that the water coming out of the faucet was also frozen solid. Laurel's screams brought Miss Carson running in – shocked as the rest of us at the seemingly impossible thing we'd just witnessed. She finally declared it was some kind of freak problem with the pipes and the water heater. That was typical of my fellow humans. They'd always reach for far-fetched scientific explanations before delving into fantastic ones. But I had no problem with that. It made my job easier. Miss Carson tried to get Laurel to go into a different shower to get the ice off, but she refused. She waited for it all to melt and then toweled herself off. Her hair was atrocious when she finally left for her next class, and I smirked. I guessed there'd be no hair-tossing today. â€Å"Jill,† I called, catching sight of her trying to blend in to the group of girls leaving the locker room. She glanced guiltily over her shoulder but didn't otherwise acknowledge that she'd heard me. I followed close behind her. â€Å"Jill!† I called out again. She was definitely avoiding me. In the hall, Jill spotted Micah and hurried over to him. Smart. She knew I wouldn't ask any dangerous questions with him around. She managed to avoid me for the rest of the day, but I staked out our room until she finally came home, just before curfew. â€Å"Jill,† I exclaimed as soon as she walked through the door. â€Å"What were you thinking?† She threw her books down and turned toward me. I had a feeling I wasn't the only one who'd been preparing a speech today. â€Å"I was thinking I'm sick of listening to Laurel and her friends talk about me.† â€Å"So you froze her shower?† I asked. â€Å"How is that going to stop her? It's not like you can claim credit for it.† Jill shrugged. â€Å"It made me feel better.† â€Å"That's your excuse?† I could hardly believe it. Jill had always seemed so reasonable. She'd survived becoming a princess and dying with a clear head. This was what broke her. â€Å"Do you know what you risked? We're trying to not attract attention here!† â€Å"Miss Carson didn't think it was weird.† â€Å"Miss Carson came up with a flimsy excuse to reassure herself! That's what people do. All it's going to take is some janitor investigating and saying pipes don't randomly freeze – especially in Palm Springs!† â€Å"So what?† Jill demanded. â€Å"What then? Is their next leap going to be that it was vampire magic?† â€Å"Of course not,† I said. â€Å"But people are going to talk. You've raised their suspicions.† She eyed me carefully. â€Å"Is that what's really upsetting you? Or is it that I used magic at all?† â€Å"Isn't it the same thing?† â€Å"No. I mean, you're upset that I used magic because you don't like magic. You don't like anything to do with vampires. I think this is personal. I know what you think of us.† I groaned. â€Å"Jill, I do like you. You're right that magic makes me a little uneasy.† Okay, a lot uneasy. â€Å"But my personal feelings aren't what's going to make people wonder what could have caused water to freeze like that.† â€Å"It isn't right that she can keep doing that!† â€Å"I know. But you have to be better than her.† Jill sat on the bed and sighed. Like that, her anger seemed to melt into despair. â€Å"I hate it here. I want to go back to St. Vladimir's. Or Court. Or Michigan. Anywhere but here.† She looked at me pleadingly. â€Å"Hasn't there been any news about when I can go back?† â€Å"No,† I said, unwilling to tell her it might be a while. â€Å"Everyone's having a great time here,† she said. â€Å"You love it. You have tons of friends.† â€Å"I don't – â€Å" â€Å"Eddie likes it too. He's got Micah and some other guys in their dorm to hang out with. Plus, he's got me to look after, which gives him a purpose.† I'd never thought of it like that but realized she was right. â€Å"But me? What do I have? Nothing except this stupid bond that just makes me more depressed because I have to listen to Adrian feel sorry for himself.† â€Å"I'm taking Adrian job-hunting tomorrow,† I said, not sure if that would really help. Jill nodded bleakly. â€Å"I know. His life'll probably be great now too.† She was sinking into melodrama and her own self-pity, but in light of everything, I kind of felt like she was entitled to it right now. â€Å"You have Lee,† I said. That brought a smile to her face. â€Å"I know. He's great. I like him a lot, and I can't believe†¦ I mean, it just seems crazy that he'd like me too.† â€Å"Not that crazy.† Her brightness faded. â€Å"Did you know Lee told me he thinks I can be a model? He says I've got the figure human fashion designers really like and knows this designer downtown who's looking for models. But when I told Eddie, he said it was a terrible idea because I can't risk having my picture taken. He said if it leaked out, others could find me.† â€Å"That's true,† I said. â€Å"On all counts. You do have a model's figure – but it'd be too dangerous.† She sighed, looking defeated. â€Å"See? Nothing works out for me.† â€Å"I'm sorry, Jill. I really am. I know it's hard. All I can ask is that you keep trying to stay strong. You've done really great so far. Just hang in there a little longer, okay? Just keep thinking of Lee.† My words sounded hollow, even to me. I almost wondered if I should bring her along with Adrian and me but finally decided against it. I didn't think Adrian needed any distractions. I also wasn't sure how interesting it would be for her. If she was really that eager to watch Adrian go through job interviews, she could â€Å"listen in† through the bond. I met up with Adrian after school the next day, and for the first time in ages, neither Lee nor Keith was around the old house. Clarence was, however, and he practically ran me down when I entered. â€Å"Did you hear?† he demanded. â€Å"Did you hear about that poor girl?† â€Å"What girl?† I asked. â€Å"The one killed in Los Angeles a couple weeks ago.† â€Å"Oh, yeah,† I said, relieved there was no new death. â€Å"It was tragic. We're lucky there are no Strigoi here.† He gave me a surprisingly knowing look. â€Å"It wasn't Strigoi! Haven't you paid attention? It was them. The vampire hunters.† â€Å"But they drank her blood, sir. Didn't you say vampire hunters are human? No human would have any reason to drink Moroi blood.† He turned away from me and paced the living room. I glanced around, wondering where Adrian was. â€Å"Everyone keeps saying that!† said Clarence. â€Å"As though I don't already know that. I can't explain why they do what they do. They're a strange lot. They worship the sun and have weird beliefs about evil and honor – more unusual than even your beliefs.† Well, that was something. At least he knew I was human. Sometimes I wasn't sure. â€Å"They also have strange views on which vampires should die. They kill all Strigoi without question. With Moroi and dhampirs, they're more selective.† â€Å"You sure know a lot about them,† I said. â€Å"I've made it my business to, ever since Tamara.† He sighed and suddenly seemed very, very old. â€Å"At least Keith believes me.† I kept my face expressionless. â€Å"Oh?† Clarence nodded. â€Å"He's a good young man. You should give him a chance.† My control slipped, and I knew I was scowling. â€Å"I'll try, sir.† Adrian entered just then, much to my relief. Being alone with Clarence was freaky enough without him actually praising Keith Darnell. â€Å"Ready?† I asked. â€Å"You bet,† said Adrian. â€Å"I can't wait to be a productive member of society.† I gave his outfit a once-over and had to bite off any comments. It was nice, but of course, his clothes always were. Jill had claimed I had an expensive wardrobe, but Adrian's blew mine away. Today he wore black jeans and a burgundy button-down shirt. The shirt looked like it was some sort of silk blend, and he wore it loose and unbuttoned. His hair was carefully styled to look like he'd just rolled out of bed. Too bad he didn't have my hair's texture. My hair did that without any styling at all. I had to admit, he looked great – but he didn't look like he was going to a job interview. He looked like he was about to go clubbing. This left me kind of conflicted. I found myself admiring him nonetheless and was again reminded of that impression I got from him sometimes, like he was some kind of work of art. It was a little disconcerting, particularly since I had to keep telling myself that vampires were not attractive in the same way humans were. Fortunately, the practical part of me soon took over, chastising me that it didn't matter if he looked good or not. What mattered was that he looked inappropriate for job interviews. I shouldn't have been surprised, though. This was Adrian Ivashkov. â€Å"So what's on the agenda?† he asked me once we were on the road. â€Å"I really think ‘Chairman Ivashkov' has a nice ring to it.† â€Å"There's a folder in the backseat with our itinerary, Chairman.† Adrian twisted around and retrieved the folder. After a quick scan of it, he declared, â€Å"You get points for variety, Sage. But I don't think any of these are going to keep me in the lifestyle I'm accustomed to.† â€Å"Your resume's in the back. I did my best, but we're operating within limited parameters here.† He flipped through the papers and found the resume. â€Å"Wow. I was an educational assistant at St. Vladimir's?† I shrugged. â€Å"It was the closest you had to a job.† â€Å"And Lissa was my supervisor, huh? I hope she gives me a good referral.† When Vasilisa and Rose were still in school, Adrian had lived there and worked with Vasilisa on learning spirit. â€Å"Educational assistant† was kind of a stretch, but it made him sound like he could multitask and show up for work on time. He shut the folder and leaned back against the seat, closing his eyes. â€Å"How's Jailbait? She seemed down the last time I saw her.† I considered lying but figured he'd probably find out the truth eventually, either from her directly or through his own deductions. Adrian's judgment might be questionable, but I'd discovered he was excellent at reading people. Eddie claimed it came from being a spirit user and had mentioned something about auras, which I wasn't quite sure I believed in. The Alchemists had no hard evidence that they were real. â€Å"Not good,† I said, giving him the full report as we drove. â€Å"That shower thing was hilarious,† he said when I finished. â€Å"It was irresponsible! Why can't anyone see that?† â€Å"But that bitch had it coming.† I sighed. â€Å"Have you guys forgotten why you're here? You of all people! You saw her die. Don't you get how important it is for her to stay safe and keep a low profile?† Adrian was quiet for several moments, and when I glanced over, his face was uncharacteristically serious. â€Å"I know. But I don't want her to be miserable either. She†¦ she doesn't deserve it. Not like the rest of us.† â€Å"I don't think we do either.† â€Å"Maybe you don't,† he said with a small smile. â€Å"What with your pure lifestyle and all. I don't know. Jill's just so†¦ innocent. It's why I saved her, you know. I mean, part of it.† I shivered. â€Å"When she died?† He nodded, a troubled look in his eyes. â€Å"When I saw her there, bloody and not moving†¦ I didn't think about the consequences of what I was doing. I just knew I had to save her. She had to live. I acted without question, not even knowing for sure if I could do it.† â€Å"It was brave of you.† â€Å"Maybe. I don't know. I do know she's gone through a lot. I don't want her to go through any more.† â€Å"Neither do I.† I was touched at the concern. He kept surprising me in weird ways. Sometimes it was hard to imagine Adrian really caring about anything, but a softer side of him surfaced when he talked about Jill. â€Å"I'll do what I can. I know I should talk to her more†¦ be more of a friend or even a fake sister. It's just†¦Ã¢â‚¬  He eyed me. â€Å"Is it really so terrible being around us?† I blushed. â€Å"No,† I said. â€Å"But†¦ it's complicated. I've been taught certain things my entire life. Those are hard to shake.† â€Å"The greatest changes in history have come because people were able to shake off what others told them to do.† He looked away from me, out the window. The statement annoyed me. It sounded good, of course. It was the kind of thing people said all the time without really understanding the implications. Be yourself, fight the system! But people who said them – people like Adrian – hadn't lived my life. They hadn't grown up in a system of beliefs so rigid, it was like being imprisoned. They hadn't been forced to give up their ability to think for themselves or make their own choices. His words didn't just annoy me, I realized. They made me angry. They made me jealous. I scoffed and threw out a comment worthy of him. â€Å"Should I add motivational speaker to your resume?† â€Å"If the pay's right, I'm in. Oh.† He straightened up. â€Å"I finally placed him. That Micah guy you're so worried about.† â€Å"Placed him?† â€Å"Yeah. Why he looks so familiar. Micah's a dead ringer for Mason Ashford.† â€Å"Who?† â€Å"A dhampir that went to St. Vladimir's. He dated Rose for a while.† Adrian scoffed and rested his cheek against the glass. â€Å"Well, inasmuch as anyone ever dated her. She was crazy for Belikov, even then. Just like she was when we dated. Don't know if Ashford ever knew or if she was able to fool him the whole time. I hope so. Poor bastard.† I frowned. â€Å"Why do you say that?† â€Å"He died. Well, was killed, I should say. Did you know about that? A bunch of them were captured by Strigoi last year. Rose and Castile made it out. Ashford didn't.† â€Å"No,† I said, making a mental note to look into this. â€Å"I didn't. Eddie was there too?† â€Å"Yup. Physically, at least. The Strigoi kept feeding off him, so he was useless for most of it. You want to talk about emotional damage? Look no further.† â€Å"Poor Eddie,† I said. Suddenly, a lot about the dhampir was beginning to make sense to me. We arrived at the first place, a law firm that was looking for an office assistant. The title sounded more glamorous than it really was and would probably involve a lot of the same errands Trey and I ran for Ms. Terwilliger. But out of the three positions I'd found, this one also had the most potential for future advancement. The firm was obviously doing well, judging from the lobby we waited in. Orchids grew in giant, well-placed vases, and there was even a fountain in the middle of the room. Three others waited in the lobby with us. One was a very nicely dressed woman in her forties. Opposite her was a man about the same age, sitting with a much younger woman whose lowcut blouse would've gotten her thrown out of Amberwood. Each time I looked at her, I wanted to cover her cleavage up with a cardigan. The three of them obviously knew each other, however, because they kept making eye contact and trading glares. Adrian studied each of them in turn and then turned to me. â€Å"This law firm,† he said in a low voice. â€Å"It specializes in divorce, doesn't it?† â€Å"Yes,† I said. He nodded and took a few moments to process the information. Then, to my horror, he leaned over me and said to the older woman, â€Å"He was a fool, clearly. You're a stunning, classy woman. Just wait. He'll be sorry.† â€Å"Adrian!† I exclaimed. The woman flinched in surprise but didn't look entirely offended. Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, the younger woman straightened up from where she'd been cuddling against the man. â€Å"Sorry?† she demanded. â€Å"What's that supposed to mean?† I willed the earth to swallow me up and save me. Fortunately, the next-best thing came when the receptionist called the threesome in to meet with a lawyer. â€Å"Really?† I asked when they were gone. â€Å"Did you have to say that?† â€Å"I speak my mind, Sage. Don't you believe in telling the truth?† â€Å"Of course I do. But there's a time and place! Not with perfect strangers who are obviously in a bad situation.† â€Å"Whatever,† he said, looking extremely pleased with himself. â€Å"I totally made that lady's day.† Just then, a woman in a black suit and very high heels emerged from an inner office. â€Å"I'm Janet McCade, the office manager,† she said. She glanced between the two of us uncertainly, and then she decided on me. â€Å"You must be Adrian.† The name mistake was understandable, but the mix-up didn't bode well for him. My assessment of his clubbing outfit had been correct. My brown skirt and ivory blouse apparently seemed more appropriate for an interview. â€Å"This is Adrian,† I said, pointing. â€Å"I'm just his sister, here for moral support.† â€Å"Very kind of you,† said Janet, looking a little perplexed. â€Å"Well, then. Shall we go talk, Adrian?† â€Å"You bet,† he said, standing. He started to follow her, and I jumped up. â€Å"Adrian,† I whispered, catching his sleeve. â€Å"You want to tell the truth? Do it in there. Do not embellish or make up crazy claims that you were a district attorney.† â€Å"Got it,† he said. â€Å"This is going to be a breeze.† If by breeze he meant fast, then he was right. He emerged from the office door five minutes later. â€Å"I don't suppose,† I said, once we were in the car, â€Å"that she just gave you the job based on looks alone?† Adrian had been staring off but now flashed me a big smile. â€Å"Why, Sage, you sweet talker.† â€Å"That's not what I meant! What happened?† He shrugged. â€Å"I told the truth.† â€Å"Adrian!† â€Å"I'm serious. She asked me what my greatest strength was. I said getting along with people.† â€Å"That's not bad,† I admitted. â€Å"Then she asked what my greatest weakness was. And I said, ‘Where should I start?'† â€Å"Adrian!† â€Å"Stop saying my name like that. I told her the truth. By the time I was on the fourth one, she told me I could go.† I groaned and resisted the urge to beat my head on the steering wheel. â€Å"I should've coached you. That's a standard trick question. You're supposed to answer with things like ‘I get too devoted to my work' or ‘I'm a perfectionist.'† He snorted and crossed his arms. â€Å"That's total bullshit. Who'd say something like that?† â€Å"People who get jobs.† Since we had extra time now, I did my best to prep him with answers before the next interview. It was actually at Spencer's, and I'd gotten Trey to pull a few strings. While Adrian was interviewing in the back, I got a table and some coffee. Trey came to visit me after about fifteen minutes. â€Å"Is that really your brother?† he demanded. â€Å"Yes,† I said, hoping I sounded convincing. â€Å"When you said he was looking for a job, I pictured a male version of you. I figured he'd want to color code the cups or something.† â€Å"What's your point?† I asked. Trey shook his head. â€Å"My point is that you'd better keep looking. I was just back there and overhead him talking with my manager. She was explaining the cleanup he would have to do each night. Then he said something about his hands and manual labor.† I wasn't the swearing type, but in that moment, I wished I was. The last interview was at a trendy bar downtown. I'd taken it on faith that Adrian probably knew every drink in the world and had made up a fake credential for the resume, claiming he'd taken a bartending class. I stayed in the car for this one and sent him in alone, figuring he had the best chance here. At the very least, his outfit would be appropriate. When he came out in ten minutes, I was aghast. â€Å"How?† I demanded. â€Å"How could you have screwed this one up?† â€Å"When I got in, they said the manager was on the phone and would be a few minutes. So, I sat down and ordered a drink.† This time, I did lean my forehead against the steering wheel. â€Å"What did you order?† â€Å"A martini.† â€Å"A martini.† I lifted my head. â€Å"You ordered a martini before a job interview.† â€Å"It's a bar, Sage. I figured they'd be cool with it.† â€Å"No, you didn't!† I exclaimed. The volume of my voice surprised both of us, and he cringed a little. â€Å"You aren't stupid, no matter how much you pretend to be! You know you can't do that. You did it to screw around with them. You did it to screw around with me! That's what this has all been about. You haven't taken any of this seriously. You wasted these people's time and mine, just because you had nothing better to do!† â€Å"That's not true,† he said, though he sounded uncertain. â€Å"I do want a job†¦ just not these jobs.† â€Å"You're in no position to pick and choose. You want out of Clarence's? These were your tickets. You should've been able to get any of them if you'd just put in a little effort. You're charming when you want to be. You could've talked yourself into a job.† I started the car. â€Å"I'm done with this.† â€Å"You don't understand,† he said. â€Å"I understand that you're going through a tough time. I understand that you're hurting.† I refused to look at him and gave all my attention to the road. â€Å"But that doesn't give you the right to play around with other people's lives. Try taking care of your own for a change.† He made no response until we were back at Clarence's, and even then, I didn't want to hear it. â€Å"Sage – † he began. â€Å"Get out,† I said. He hesitated like he might disagree but finally conceded with a swift nod. He left the car and strode toward the house, lighting a cigarette as he went. Fury and frustration burned within me. How could one person continually send me on such emotional highs and lows? Whenever I was starting to like him and feel like we were actually connecting, he would go and do something like this. I was a fool to ever start letting myself feel friendly toward him. Had I really thought he was a work of art earlier? More like a piece of work. My feelings were still churning when I arrived back at Amberwood. I particularly cringed at the thought of running into Jill in our room. I had no doubt she'd know everything that had happened with Adrian, and I had no desire to hear her defend him. But when I walked into my dorm, I never made it past the front desk. Mrs. Weathers was in the lobby, along with Eddie and a campus security officer. Micah hovered nearby, face pale. My heart stopped. Eddie sprinted toward me, panic written all over him. â€Å"There you are! I couldn't get ahold of you or Keith.† â€Å"M-my phone was off.† I looked over at Mrs. Weathers and the officer and saw the same worry on their faces as his. â€Å"What's wrong?† â€Å"It's Jill,† said Eddie grimly. â€Å"She's missing.†

Law Code of Hammurabi

Everything and everyone has a history. Things and materials do not just appear on this earth. They all have beginning. It’s very interesting to see where things got started. How we came to evolve to the way we are today. Everything is so interesting, but the thing that has caught my attention more is The Code of Hammurabi. According to Judith Levin, The Code of Hammurabi was discovered in the winter of 1902 and 1903 while digging up the site of ancient city of Susa, present day Iran. They found three large shiny pieces of shiny black stone that formed a monument almost seven and a half feet tall (13). The writing was in the script of cuneiform. In essence The Code of Hammurabi was the first set of laws ever established. It was an ‘eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth’ kind of laws. You killed someone†¦someone will kill you. Hammurabi was king of Babylon about 4,000 years ago. Babylon was the land between the rivers, the rivers being Tigris and the Euphrates. He proclaimed that he was â€Å"Hammurabi, King of Justice. † That he protected the weak – poor people, widows, orphans- from the powerful (Levin). I chose to compare some of the law codes in Hammurabi’s Law Codes and some amendments from the United States Constitution. The Code of Hammurabi was believed to be written 1727 BCE (Constitutuion. org). The United States Constitution was ratified 1788. The Code of Hammurabi being one of the first written laws and regulations to the laws and regulations we live by today. I found interesting because knowing where we first started shows how much the human race has changed. When it comes to the characteristics the United States Constitution and Hammurabi’s Law Code have in common both, obviously, are sets of laws. This means that they both have decrees that must be followed. Also, the purpose of both of these laws is to protect and bring justice to the people to whom the rules shall apply. Some basic differences are the severity of rules and punishments. The Code of Hammurabi is kind of extreme. The Code of Hammurabi was a primitive and cruel justice system that relied on fear to keep the populace in line. Hammurabi claimed he was sent by a god to rule, so therefore, no one would question his authority. Religion alone was not enough to keep the people in line, so Hammurabi created a code of laws that would scare the people into obedience. Breaking the laws resulted in an inhumane or exaggerated punishment. Common human error was treated as a crime, and could have severe consequences. The people lived in constant fear of the law. The justice system claimed to have an â€Å"eye for an eye† mentality, but it often seemed that it was a life for an eye. Killing a man for committing robbery is extreme; he could just be picking a pocket, rather than robbing a bank. Cutting of an offender's hand was a common punishment for small crimes. If a son strikes his father, his hand shall be cut off. This is done regardless of the circumstances, considering the father could be beating the son. Amputating a hand often led to death, for there was no medicine to stop the bleeding. The court attempted to keep people from bearing false witness, by giving severe penalties. If a man cannot prove that the man he is accusing of murder is guilty, he shall be put to death. While this might deter citizens from making false accusations, it might cause an innocent man to be put to death because he could not find evidence. If someone were to bear false witness concerning grain or money, he shall put death. A little extreme, considering it could be concerning pocket change. Sentences like this would cause the people to be afraid to stand up for their rights in court. Severe penalties were often inflicted in cases of common human error. If a physician were to cause a man's death while operating, he would lose his hand. Physicians who try to do well are punished for making mistakes. Once they lose their hand, they cannot operate again. A bit harsh in my opinion. On the other hand, the United States Constitution isn’t as extreme. It’s not perfect, but nothing really. There is always going to be flaws. The United States Constitution covers all the almost all the laws as the code of Hammurabi, but not so extreme. With the Law of Hammurabi, only one person could decide the person’s fate. With the Constitution, we the people have the right to have someone defend us in court. We have the right to be tried by a grand jury versus the judge himself/herself. We have many more options to protect ourselves. We have rights that follow us all through the process. For example, once we get arrested we have our Miranda rights; we have a time limit as to how long they can keep us under custody. For example, once arrested, if we don’t see a judge with a certain amount of hours they have to let us go. With the code of Hammurabi, you stood trial. If one person and one person only believed you were guilty, then not even God would save you. If the judge couldn’t determine who was the guilty and who the innocent was, you had to do some extreme things that were totally uncalled for. For example, â€Å"if any one bring an accusation against a man, and the accused go to the river and leap into the river, if he sink in the river his accuser shall take possession of his house. But if the river prove that the accused is not guilty, and he escape unhurt, then he who had brought the accusation shall be put to death, while he who leaped into the river shall take possession of the house that had belonged to his accuser (King). Something interesting about both of them is their regulations for people who tell lies against other people. Under Hammurabi’s rule if someone came forward to accuse someone else of a crime, they better have the means of evidence to back it up or there would be consequences. For example, if I came forward and accused Ben of stealing, if I can’t prove Ben was stealing then my punishment for lying would be the punishment Ben would have gotten if he really was stealing. Under the Code of Hammurabi this is getting my hand cute off (Legal History and Philosophy). So people were pretty spectical about coming forward and accusing people with crimes if they didn’t have rock hard evidence. Under the United States Constitution, there is a charge and penatly for lying or give the police unreliable information and it conflicts with an investigation. If it might give us a misdemeanor but nothing major like cutting off someone’s hand. Hammurabi’s Code was stricter and less tolerant. The United states Constitution is strict but it has its parameters. It doesn’t just go off on a killing spree for everyone crime in the book. The Code of Hammurabi, most of the consequences for the crimes is death. That’s kind of harsh. Everyone under Hammurabi’s reign became model citizens, expert liars, or were extinct with the rest of the population he was killing. People were afraid to do anything. He called himself the defender of middle class and the poor but in reality he didn’t protect them. He fined the rich because they had the money to pay, if they got caught up in a crime all they had to to do was pay. When the poor got involved with crimes they didn’t have money to pay up so they were punished with other means†¦like cutting of f a hand, being put to death, etc. It is good that someone did establish laws starting with â€Å"if. † Instead of having something is just illegal or â€Å"thou shall not†¦Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ The Hammurabi Code’s were actually set realistically. The punishments might have not been but they started off good. â€Å"If this crime is committed, then this is the punishment. They were realistic that even if they declared something illegal someone was still going to break the law. The United States Constitution, was built over many years and many people. They just didn’t write one thing down and leave it like that. They got accustomed to the changes of the world. Rules and regulations were later added to adjust to the ch anging world. In Conclusion, The Code of Hammurabi is what got the law started in a way. But the United States Constitution is how far along it was come. Everything needs a start. Hammurabi was the start†¦. things evolve and change with time. We all adapt.

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