KIDS TECH EDU

Mofix Khan

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The kids were loud. They were way too loud for Jerry, especially since this was a four-hour
flight. The parents didn't seem to be able, or simply didn't want, to control them. They were
yelling and fighting among themselves and it was impossible for any of the passengers to
concentrate or rest. He thought about politely tapping on the parents' shoulders and asking them
to try and get their kids under a bit more control, but before he did he came up with a better idea.
Sure, it was a bit sinister, and he'd probably end p in a lot of trouble, but he really didn't care at
that point.
He had done everything right. There had been no mistakes throughout the entire process. It had
been perfection and he knew it without a doubt, but the results still stared back at him with the
fact that he had lost.
What have you noticed today? I noticed that if you outline the eyes, nose, and mouth on your
face with your finger, you make an "I" which makes perfect sense, but is something I never
noticed before. What have you noticed today?
Have you ever wondered about toes? Why 10 toes and not 12. Why are some bigger than others?
Some people can use their toes to pick up things while others can barely move them on
command. Some toes are nice to look at while others are definitely not something you want to
look at. Toes can be stubbed and make us scream. Toes help us balance and walk. 10 toes are just
something to ponder.
It was difficult for him to admit he was wrong. He had been so certain that he was correct and the
deeply held belief could never be shaken. Yet the proof that he had been incorrect stood right
before his eyes. "See daddy, I told you that they are real!" his daughter excitedly proclaimed.
The words hadn't flowed from his fingers for the past few weeks. He never imagined he'd find
himself with writer's block, but here he sat with a blank screen in front of him. That blank screen
taunting him day after day had started to play with his mind. He didn't understand why he
couldn't even type a single word, just one to begin the process and build from there. And yet, he
already knew that the eight hours he was prepared to sit in front of his computer today would end
with the screen remaining blank.
The boy walked down the street in a carefree way, playing without notice of what was about him.
He didn't hear the sound of the car as his ball careened into the road. He took a step toward it,
and in doing so sealed his fate.
The song came from the bathroom belting over the sound of the shower's running water. It was
the same way each day began since he could remember. It listened intently and concluded that
the singing today was as terrible as it had ever been.
It really didn't matter what they did to him. He's already made up his mind. Whatever came his
way, he was prepared for the consequences. He knew in his heart that the sacrifice he made was
done with love and not hate no matter how others decided to spin it.
She looked at her little girl who was about to become a teen. She tried to think back to when the
girl had been younger but failed to pinpoint the exact moment when she had become a little too
big to pick up and carry. It hit her all at once. She was no longer a little girl and she stood there
speechless with fear, sadness, and pride all running through her at the same time.
The headache wouldn't go away. She's taken medicine but even that didn't help. The monstrous
throbbing in her head continued. She had this happen to her only once before in her life and she
realized that only one thing could be happening.
The thing that's great about this job is the time sourcing the items involves no traveling. I just
look online to buy it. It's really as simple as that. While everyone else is searching for what they
can sell, I sit in front of my computer and buy better stuff for less money and spend a fraction of
the time doing it.
He sat across from her trying to imagine it was the first time. It wasn't. Had it been a hundred? It
quite possibly could have been. Two hundred? Probably not. His mind wandered until he caught
himself and again tried to imagine it was the first time.
The house was located at the top of the hill at the end of a winding road. It wasn't obvious that
the house was there, but everyone in town knew that it existed. They were just all too afraid to
ever go and see it in person.
It went through such rapid contortions that the little bear was forced to change his hold on it so
many times he became confused in the darkness, and could not, for the life of him, tell whether
he held the sheep right side up, or upside down. But that point was decided for him a moment
later by the animal itself, who, with a sudden twist, jabbed its horns so hard into his lowest ribs
that he gave a grunt of anger and disgust.
It was a rat's nest. Not a literal one, but that is what her hair seemed to resemble every morning
when she got up. It was going to take at least an hour to get it under control and she was sick and
tired of it. She peered into the mirror and wondered if it was worth it. It wasn't. She opened the
drawer and picked up the hair clippers.
He stared out the window at the snowy field. He'd been stuck in the house for close to a month
and his only view of the outside world was through the window. There wasn't much to see. It was
mostly just the field with an occasional bird or small animal who ventured into the field. As he
continued to stare out the window, he wondered how much longer he'd be shackled to the steel
bar inside the house.
Dave found joy in the daily routine of life. He awoke at the same time, ate the same breakfast
and drove the same commute. He worked at a job that never seemed to change and he got home
at 6 pm sharp every night. It was who he had been for the last ten years and he had no idea that
was all about to change.
Her hair was a tangled mess which she tried to make presentable by putting in a lump on the top
of her head. It didn't really work although it was a valiant attempt. While most people simply
noticed the tangled mess on top of her head, what most people failed to understand that within
the tangles mess was an entirely new year. That was her secret. She kept worlds on top of her
head.
She has seen this scene before. It had come to her in dreams many times before. She had to pinch
herself to make sure it wasn't a dream again. As her fingers squeezed against her arm, she felt the
pain. It was this pain that immediately woke her up.
Why do Americans have so many different types of towels? We have beach towels, hand towels,
bath towels, dish towels, camping towels, quick-dry towels, and let’s not forget paper towels.
Would 1 type of towel work for each of these things? Let’s take a beach towel. It can be used to
dry your hands and body with no difficulty. A beach towel could be used to dry dishes. Just think
how many dishes you could dry with one beach towel. I’ve used a beach towel with no adverse
effects while camping. If you buy a thin beach towel it can dry quickly too. I’d probably cut up a
beach towel to wipe down counters or for cleaning other items, but a full beach towel could be
used too. Is having so many types of towels an extravagant luxury that Americans enjoy or is it
necessary? I’d say it's overkill and we could cut down on the many types of towels that
manufacturers deem necessary.
It had been her dream for years but Dana had failed to take any action toward making it come
true. There had always been a good excuse to delay or prioritize another project. As she woke,
she realized she was once again at a crossroads. Would it be another excuse or would she finally
find the courage to pursue her dream? Dana rose and took her first step.
A long black shadow slid across the pavement near their feet and the five Venusians, very much
startled, looked overhead. They were barely in time to see the huge gray form of the carnivore
before it vanished behind a sign atop a nearby building which bore the mystifying information
"Pepsi-Cola."
There was a time when this wouldn't have bothered her. The fact that it did actually bother her
bothered her even more. What had changed in her life that such a small thing could annoy her so
much for the entire day? She knew it was ridiculous that she even took notice of it, yet she was
still obsessing over it as she tried to fall asleep.
Terrance knew that sometimes it was simply best to stay out of it. He kept repeating this to
himself as he watched the scene unfold. He knew that nothing good would come of him getting
involved. It was far better for him to stay on the sidelines and observe. He kept yelling this to
himself inside his head as he walked over to the couple and punched the man in the face.
There was something special about this little creature. Donna couldn't quite pinpoint what it was,
but she knew with all her heart that it was true. It wasn't a matter of if she was going to try and
save it, but a matter of how she was going to save it. She went back to the car to get a blanket
and when she returned the creature was gone.
He picked up the burnt end of the branch and made a mark on the stone. Day 52 if the marks on
the stone were accurate. He couldn't be sure. Day and nights had begun to blend together creating
confusion, but he knew it was a long time. Much too long.
It was hidden under the log beside the stream. It had been there for as long as Jerry had been
alive. He wasn't sure if anyone besides him and his friends knew of its existence. He knew that
anyone could potentially find it, but it was well enough hidden that it seemed unlikely to happen.
The fact that it had been there for more than 30 years attested to this. So it was quite a surprise
when he found the item was missing.
Don't be scared. The things out there that are unknown aren't scary in themselves. They are just
unknown at the moment. Take the time to know them before you list them as scary. Then the
world will be a much less scary place for you.
Puppies are soft, cute, funny, and make a big mess. Every month or two our family fosters 6-12
week old puppies for a puppy rescue nonprofit organization. We all enjoy cuddling their furry
bodies after a clean bath. Fresh puppy smell is great. The puppies play with each other and our
adult dog. They look so funny when they lay on top of each other and sleep. While puppies can
be great fun, they also can make big messes. 4-6 puppies can make a lot of puppy pee and poop.
It's a challenge to keep the puppies and the puppy pen clean.
The red line moved across the page. With each millimeter it advanced forward, something
changed in the room. The actual change taking place was difficult to perceive, but the change
was real. The red line continued relentlessly across the page and the room would never be the
same.
The bowl was filled with fruit. It seemed to be an overabundance of strawberries, but it also
included blueberries, raspberries, grapes, and banana slices. This was the meal Sarah had every
morning to start her day since she could remember. Why she decided to add chocolate as an
option today was still a bit of a surprise, but she had been in the process of deciding she wanted
to change her routine. This was a baby step to begin that start.
Nobody really understood Kevin. It wasn't that he was super strange or difficult. It was more that
there wasn't enough there that anyone wanted to take the time to understand him. This was a
shame as Kevin had many of the answers to the important questions most people who knew him
had. It was even more of a shame that they'd refuse to listen even if Kevin offered to give them
the answers. So, Kevin remained silent, misunderstood, and kept those important answers to life
to himself.
The time had come for Nancy to say goodbye. She had been dreading this moment for a good six
months, and it had finally arrived despite her best efforts to forestall it. No matter how hard she
tried, she couldn't keep the inevitable from happening. So the time had come for a normal person
to say goodbye and move on. It was at this moment that Nancy decided not to be a normal
person. After all the time and effort she had expended, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
Twenty-five stars were neatly placed on the piece of paper. There was room for five more stars
but they would be difficult ones to earn. It had taken years to earn the first twenty-five, and they
were considered the "easy" ones.
To the two friends, the treehouse was much more than a treehouse. It was a sanctuary away from
the other kids where they could be themselves without being teased or bullied. It was their secret
fortress hidden high in the branches of a huge oak that only they knew existed. At least that is
what they thought. They were more than a little annoyed when their two younger sisters decided
to turn the treehouse into a princess castle by painting the inside pink and putting glitter
everywhere.
She was in a hurry. Not the standard hurry when you're in a rush to get someplace, but a frantic
hurry. The type of hurry where a few seconds could mean life or death. She raced down the road
ignoring speed limits and weaving between cars. She was only a few minutes away when traffic
came to a dead standstill on the road ahead.
This is important to remember. Love isn't like pie. You don't need to divide it among all your
friends and loved ones. No matter how much love you give, you can always give more. It doesn't
run out, so don't try to hold back giving it as if it may one day run out. Give it freely and as much
as you want.
There was a time when he would have embraced the change that was coming. In his youth, he
sought adventure and the unknown, but that had been years ago. He wished he could go back and
learn to find the excitement that came with change but it was useless. That curiosity had long left
him to where he had come to loathe anything that put him out of his comfort zone.
I'm meant to be writing at this moment. What I mean is, I'm meant to be writing something else
at this moment. The document I'm meant to be writing is, of course, open in another program on
my computer and is patiently awaiting my attention. Yet here I am plonking down senseless
sentiments in this paragraph because it's easier to do than to work on anything particularly
meaningful. I am grateful for the distraction.
There was a time and a place for Stephanie to use her magic. The problem was that she had a
difficult time determining this. She wished she could simply use it when the desire hit and there
wouldn't be any unforeseen consequences. Unfortunately, that's not how it worked and the
consequences could be devastating if she accidentally used her magic at the wrong time.
It was cloudy outside but not really raining. There was a light sprinkle at most and there certainly
wasn't a need for an umbrella. This hadn't stopped Sarah from pulling her umbrella out and
opening it. It had nothing to do with the weather or the potential rain later that day. Sarah used
the umbrella to hide.
Her breath exited her mouth in big puffs as if she were smoking a cigarette. The morning dew
had made her clothes damp and she shivered from the chill in the air. There was only one thing
that could get her up and out this early in the morning.
Eating raw fish didn't sound like a good idea. "It's a delicacy in Japan," didn't seem to make it
any more appetizing. Raw fish is raw fish, delicacy or not.
It was supposed to be a dream vacation. They had planned it over a year in advance so that it
would be perfect in every way. It had been what they had been looking forward to through all the
turmoil and negativity around them. It had been the light at the end of both their tunnels. Now
that the dream vacation was only a week away, the virus had stopped all air travel.
The cab arrived late. The inside was in as bad of shape as the outside which was concerning, and
it didn't appear that it had been cleaned in months. The green tree air-freshener hanging from the
rearview mirror was either exhausted of its scent or not strong enough to overcome the other
odors emitting from the cab. The correct decision, in this case, was to get the hell out of it and to
call another cab, but she was late and didn't have a choice.
It all started with the computer. Had he known what was to follow, he would have never logged
on that day. But the truth was there was no way to know what was about to happen. So Dave
pressed the start button, the computer booted up, the screen came alive, and everything Dave
knew to be true no longer was.
The river slowly meandered through the open space. It had hidden secrets that it didn't want to
reveal. It had a well-planned strategy to appear calm, inviting, and appealing. That's how the
river lured her unknowing victims to her water's edge.
There was no ring on his finger. That was a good sign although far from proof that he was
available. Still, it was much better than if he had been wearing a wedding ring on his hand. She
glanced at his hand a bit more intently to see if there were any tan lines where a ring may have
been, and he's simply taken it off. She couldn't detect any which was also a good sign and a
relief. The next step would be to get access to his wallet to see if there were any family photos in
it.
Love isn't always a ray of sunshine. That's what the older girls kept telling her when she said she
had found the perfect man. She had thought this was simply bitter talk on their part since they
had been unable to find true love like hers. But now she had to face the fact that they may have
been right. Love may not always be a ray of sunshine. That is unless they were referring to how
the sun can burn.