in the grand scheme of things, what even really matters?
People have this tendency of telling you to look on the bright side
Keep going! It’s not the end! You’ll get there someday!
But what if all I ever want, is the happiness that is right now?
It all feels like a big setup. She thought to herself when he said he is going out of town for two nights. He couldn’t make eye contact and she knew when he lied.Why? she thought.
it was all a setup. the camera was placed in the corner of the room. of course it was. he screamed as the ropes ripped into his flesh and left red to spill out. the only way to get out of this was to transcend into his werewolf form
I need to setup a new apartment with all full pledged equipment and for that i started gathering all the things what i need the most. Finally my day arrived to
AS I walked on to the stage i realised to my self no one was there all the light were off no nose no sound. so i went back stage put on the lights and decided to start setting up but some thing changed my mini there was this big open floor in front of me and a radio that we left there tester day after cleaning the theater i gave a little laugh at the thought of the things we did yesterday the dancing and all the singing i had real fun but yet again the thought interrupted my mind. So I connected my iPod to the radio and blasted it it was a Switch Foot album and there it was one of my favourite songs Let it out . It just came to me like nothing i just started to “sing” ( I was miming)my heart out.I sang a hole song as if i was doing a show to a crowed! When the song was finished I Was so out of breath and then came the horror…. i heard clapping my heart raced i felt my cheeks flush I realised i didn’t put the audience lights on I ran back stage flicked the lights on .
And there he was the tall young man with dark curly brown hair …. it was James he was the one you planed the skull concerts he was the best singer/actor in school and also three years older than me it sucked . “What are you doing here James your not seposto be here until 12!” H made his way up the stage steps. ” Well I came earlier to see if I can help and ia glad i did” he gave a little laugh ” Dont judge me!, Its the only way of letting it all out” I said in refrains to the song and gave a cheeky grin ” Well i think you might need to come to acting class next year i think you’ll do really good” I blushed a little ” Now keep blasting that switch foot and lets get some work done A kind of joy are over and things were never the same again.
When I think of “setup” I think of the work that it takes to put a good lesson together and setup the classroom before the class begins to enure that the lesson runs smoothly form start to finish!
He was physically challenged and had just landed up with a job assignment overseas. The company had got the apartment in which he would stay setup according to his condition so that he could easily go in the apartment and move about.
I take my tuba out of the case and lean it against my leg. The mouthpiece slides in gently, and my valves are all lubricated and ready to be pressed. I pick it up and set it on my chair between my legs. Setting-up the tuba is not hard, but once it’s done, I can play for hours. It is the best part of the day for me.
the setup was difficult for this show. I mean, it was difficult as hell.
first, the cast. it’s like herding cats into a room.
second, the lighting. it’s like setting up the devil himself.
This unit will help pre-service teachers prepare their students to be imaginative thinkers and readers, globally aware citizens and capable and confident communicators in Standard Australian English. Teaching requires explicit, theoretically-informed and, where possible, evidence-based approaches to learning; that is the clear message conveyed by current Australian and international research into learning to read.
Drawing on the contemporary research findings, this unit will define and explore the key elements of an exploratory and balanced approach to teaching literacy. Pre-service teachers will learn through an interactive model which will emphasise the cognitive principles involved in language growth and understanding.
Unit participants will apply their knowledge about language and English to the reading context, and relate these understandings to the literacy development of students within diverse educational settings. They will develop principles for teaching reading in literacy-rich environments and participate in a learning that enables them to work in specialist and cross-curricular teams.
Assessment 1
Assignment: 1
Title: A personal literacy profile
Value: 40 %
Week Due: Friday Week 8, by midnight
Length: 1000-1500 words
Learning outcomes: Unit outcomes:1,2,3
Setup. S e t u p. Five letters. Many meanings. Most aren’t optimistic. Why would they be, though? Setups can make you go through hell or heaven, depending on the situation.
That’s all it was. A setup. He hated me. I could tell it. He never liked me. Not as a lover, friend, acquaintance, anything. It was all for her. The dumb blonde. But that’s all I was, too. A setup.
I’ve been setup on dates before. It never went well. One drunk rugby player announce to me on that first setup that he loved Jesus and his feet stank. Well, that was the end of that date. Ahh well it is best when I set myself up.
I try to setup my day to go successfully but it isvery much one of those cases of god laughing while I make plans. It often feels like a setup all on its own. I’d love to be setup for life and not worry about what my financi
Suddenly, with a sinking feeling, he knew he was setup. There was no reasonable explanation . . . and did he just break into the science library? Yes. yes he did.
I couldn’t believe it. He was my friend for years, he was there from the beginning, I even thought everything was my idea. It was just a clever trap though. Now I’m stuck in this windowless room, the air quickly running out, and I have to wonder if he was ever really my friend. If there was any sincerity in his laugh. Or was it just a set up from the get go.
It happens, right before a big fall. You get set up. The better the set up the more unexpected the fall. The more detailed the setup, the harder it is to fight back. Either that or it’s just referring to the tedious set of steps required to prepare a new item or project.
Richard’s wife had died and I wanted to get to the funeral on time. I got there an hour early; to one of those lovely white clapboard churches with a high spire and so quiet. I walked into the church and saw him, near the altar, carrying photos and pictures and an easel. “You’re here early–this must be the first time in your life, right?” I laughed; didn’t want to, but I did. Richard could always make me laugh. “Well, I had to get here. It’s better than missing it.” He put down what he was carrying and gave me a hug that almost lifted me off my feet. I could feel his grief in those arms, holding on to something so his whole soul wouldn’t break. “I’ve been thinking about you all week,” I whispered into his ear. He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “This sucks. It sucks so much I can’t tell you. She was my whole life.” He picked up the pictures and frames and the easel. “Now I have to go put together this whole thing here in the back of the church.” He was putting together pictures of her life with him and their children, there in the church vestibule. He hadn’t wanted to have viewing at a funeral home. So here he was. He unfolded the easel and started placing the pictures and then turned away in tears. “It’s like a freaking setup for one of our presentations.” I smiled. Our presentations had all been crazy and wild and insane right up to the last minute. “This one’s our worst. And best.”
He set up the apartment well. He did want to impress her. He felt if she saw a clean home she would forgive him. When she entered she didn’t notice it at all. She went straight to the sofa and plonked down. ‘God what an awful day I have had’,she said.
It had all been part of the plan. He didn’t realize it until it was too late – until he felt the steel in his back. Shit, he thought. Why did I let my greed get in the way of the obvious danger? Darkness followed.
Catcher in the rye, mel gibson, salinger sucks and I’m hesitant to admit that I would ever have a drink with holden because i wouldn’t no it would never happen and that’s that bye
She waited for hours, tapping her French-tipped fingernails on the table cloth, trying to ignore the looks of sympathy around her. As the lamp got dimmer and the waiter grew impatient, she came to realize her date was not coming after all and this was all a setup.
She checked things off her list, walking around the room, mouthing the itemized lists to herself. “Check, check, check, check… okay. So far so good.” It was all working out pretty well. Hopefully. Maybe.
The setup was elaborate. Chocolate cakes sprawled across red rose petals. Golden iced cupcakes with orchids atop cotton candy pink tiered stands. White sugared almonds in crystal bowls.
Can you believe he did this to me? I stared at his phone, my fingers itching with the urge to pick it up, check his messages, see what he’s really been up to. So I did, and I failed miserably because he walked in, and he said, “I knew it!”
it’s all a setup, you realised. everything had been planned, meticulously thought out, in order to reach this very outcome. you were no more than a pawn, being manipulated. you were a pawn, and you had forgotten your place.
the betrayal should leave you with an ache in your chest, but all you feel is the void settling into your ribcage.
The setup around the room was low-lit, except from the bright light burning into the cold, hard ground. The heavy weight in my chest had increased, with my mind creating more reasons for not going through with this.
CROOK
Lenny was not allowed to smoke on account of his Dad being the school principal and his Ma being the local publican who knew absolutely everyone there was to know in Dingley. So he hid his cigarettes in the crook of the enormous fig tree in Mrs Maloney’s garden. She was eighty two and blind so Lenny was sure as eggs that Mrs Maloney was never going to catch him lighting up and spill the beans. He had started out by pinching the odd cigarette from punters at the pub when they weren’t looking or had swilled too many beers to notice, but these days he earned his money from carting wood for old man Jones and he could afford to buy his own – a pack a week now for five dollars fifty.
As the volvo lurched home along the highway Jezza and Malcolm tried to make sense of what had happened. The fish had been biting. There was the ice cold nip of the water at their ankles and the gentle whisper of the southerlies whipping against the top of the mountains just above the silence. And then the body that floated by. Out of nowhere the pale blue skin, the twin peaks of adolescent breasts, the cracked ruby lips and those staring dead eyes. Accusing them. Not a word had passed between them. Jezza grabbed her listless hand and swept the blonde hair away from her face. She couldn’t have been more than sixteen. They had both thought it but neither of them had been brave enough to utter the words. “Lets just let her float by. Down the river. No one will know.” But now she lay covered with Jezza’s footy blanket in the boot of the car.
PATHWAY
It was the place where we lay closest together that we drifted so far apart. During the day we had all the drama of life to contend with; work and the kids and mundane things to be taken care of like shopping lists and appliance repairs. We could meet each other in the eye and function in the face of things to do. It was in the warm cocoon of blankets and bedspreads that hell froze over. It wasn’t meant to be that way. The bodies which were once supple with love and laughter became stiff with anxiety and fear as the court orders piled in, and in the years that followed through all the trials and with the great drain of money that we forgot what tenderness was. We were lost in the small space between us. The pathway that took my brother to prison was the same one that ruined my marriage.
For a while, it seemed like a setup – some sort of divine trick, to pull the metaphorical wool over our eyes and make us question our humanity. In the end, however, it was no magician’s riddle or sick bastard’s mischief. This was real. I heard the sirens from two miles away. I saw the blaze of red and blue overhead as I parked my bike beside the grocery store. I tasted salt, but I couldn’t tell if it was the breeze from the bay nearby or from my own tears.
in the grand scheme of things, what even really matters?
People have this tendency of telling you to look on the bright side
Keep going! It’s not the end! You’ll get there someday!
But what if all I ever want, is the happiness that is right now?
It all feels like a big setup. She thought to herself when he said he is going out of town for two nights. He couldn’t make eye contact and she knew when he lied.Why? she thought.
it was all a setup. the camera was placed in the corner of the room. of course it was. he screamed as the ropes ripped into his flesh and left red to spill out. the only way to get out of this was to transcend into his werewolf form
I need to setup a new apartment with all full pledged equipment and for that i started gathering all the things what i need the most. Finally my day arrived to
I love to read. The books I read are written by Jeffery archer, Preti shenoy, Deby Holts and so On. I started to read at an young age.
AS I walked on to the stage i realised to my self no one was there all the light were off no nose no sound. so i went back stage put on the lights and decided to start setting up but some thing changed my mini there was this big open floor in front of me and a radio that we left there tester day after cleaning the theater i gave a little laugh at the thought of the things we did yesterday the dancing and all the singing i had real fun but yet again the thought interrupted my mind. So I connected my iPod to the radio and blasted it it was a Switch Foot album and there it was one of my favourite songs Let it out . It just came to me like nothing i just started to “sing” ( I was miming)my heart out.I sang a hole song as if i was doing a show to a crowed! When the song was finished I Was so out of breath and then came the horror…. i heard clapping my heart raced i felt my cheeks flush I realised i didn’t put the audience lights on I ran back stage flicked the lights on .
And there he was the tall young man with dark curly brown hair …. it was James he was the one you planed the skull concerts he was the best singer/actor in school and also three years older than me it sucked . “What are you doing here James your not seposto be here until 12!” H made his way up the stage steps. ” Well I came earlier to see if I can help and ia glad i did” he gave a little laugh ” Dont judge me!, Its the only way of letting it all out” I said in refrains to the song and gave a cheeky grin ” Well i think you might need to come to acting class next year i think you’ll do really good” I blushed a little ” Now keep blasting that switch foot and lets get some work done A kind of joy are over and things were never the same again.
let’s begin. one, and two, and three, and four. put it all together, let your imagination soar.
When I think of “setup” I think of the work that it takes to put a good lesson together and setup the classroom before the class begins to enure that the lesson runs smoothly form start to finish!
He was physically challenged and had just landed up with a job assignment overseas. The company had got the apartment in which he would stay setup according to his condition so that he could easily go in the apartment and move about.
I take my tuba out of the case and lean it against my leg. The mouthpiece slides in gently, and my valves are all lubricated and ready to be pressed. I pick it up and set it on my chair between my legs. Setting-up the tuba is not hard, but once it’s done, I can play for hours. It is the best part of the day for me.
the setup was difficult for this show. I mean, it was difficult as hell.
first, the cast. it’s like herding cats into a room.
second, the lighting. it’s like setting up the devil himself.
Unit Description
This unit will help pre-service teachers prepare their students to be imaginative thinkers and readers, globally aware citizens and capable and confident communicators in Standard Australian English. Teaching requires explicit, theoretically-informed and, where possible, evidence-based approaches to learning; that is the clear message conveyed by current Australian and international research into learning to read.
Drawing on the contemporary research findings, this unit will define and explore the key elements of an exploratory and balanced approach to teaching literacy. Pre-service teachers will learn through an interactive model which will emphasise the cognitive principles involved in language growth and understanding.
Unit participants will apply their knowledge about language and English to the reading context, and relate these understandings to the literacy development of students within diverse educational settings. They will develop principles for teaching reading in literacy-rich environments and participate in a learning that enables them to work in specialist and cross-curricular teams.
Assessment 1
Assignment: 1
Title: A personal literacy profile
Value: 40 %
Week Due: Friday Week 8, by midnight
Length: 1000-1500 words
Learning outcomes: Unit outcomes:1,2,3
AITSL: 2.1; 2.4; 2.5, 2.6; 1.2; 3.2; 3.3; 3.4
AQF level 7
ACEQA1.1.1; 1.1.2; 1.1.3, 1.1.5; 1.1.6;
Graduate Attributes: Teamwork, Acquisition, Application, Communication, Knowledge base
Setup. S e t u p. Five letters. Many meanings. Most aren’t optimistic. Why would they be, though? Setups can make you go through hell or heaven, depending on the situation.
That’s all it was. A setup. He hated me. I could tell it. He never liked me. Not as a lover, friend, acquaintance, anything. It was all for her. The dumb blonde. But that’s all I was, too. A setup.
the fact that the setup had taken so long was killing me. it should have been oriented by now, or at the very least should have sorted the
I’ve been setup on dates before. It never went well. One drunk rugby player announce to me on that first setup that he loved Jesus and his feet stank. Well, that was the end of that date. Ahh well it is best when I set myself up.
I try to setup my day to go successfully but it isvery much one of those cases of god laughing while I make plans. It often feels like a setup all on its own. I’d love to be setup for life and not worry about what my financi
Suddenly, with a sinking feeling, he knew he was setup. There was no reasonable explanation . . . and did he just break into the science library? Yes. yes he did.
Setup. Beginnings. I don’t like beginnings. That means an end is near. Ends scare me. I’d rather just be continuous. No beginning, no end.
I couldn’t believe it. He was my friend for years, he was there from the beginning, I even thought everything was my idea. It was just a clever trap though. Now I’m stuck in this windowless room, the air quickly running out, and I have to wonder if he was ever really my friend. If there was any sincerity in his laugh. Or was it just a set up from the get go.
It happens, right before a big fall. You get set up. The better the set up the more unexpected the fall. The more detailed the setup, the harder it is to fight back. Either that or it’s just referring to the tedious set of steps required to prepare a new item or project.
Richard’s wife had died and I wanted to get to the funeral on time. I got there an hour early; to one of those lovely white clapboard churches with a high spire and so quiet. I walked into the church and saw him, near the altar, carrying photos and pictures and an easel. “You’re here early–this must be the first time in your life, right?” I laughed; didn’t want to, but I did. Richard could always make me laugh. “Well, I had to get here. It’s better than missing it.” He put down what he was carrying and gave me a hug that almost lifted me off my feet. I could feel his grief in those arms, holding on to something so his whole soul wouldn’t break. “I’ve been thinking about you all week,” I whispered into his ear. He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “This sucks. It sucks so much I can’t tell you. She was my whole life.” He picked up the pictures and frames and the easel. “Now I have to go put together this whole thing here in the back of the church.” He was putting together pictures of her life with him and their children, there in the church vestibule. He hadn’t wanted to have viewing at a funeral home. So here he was. He unfolded the easel and started placing the pictures and then turned away in tears. “It’s like a freaking setup for one of our presentations.” I smiled. Our presentations had all been crazy and wild and insane right up to the last minute. “This one’s our worst. And best.”
He was setup by the establishment.
He set up the apartment well. He did want to impress her. He felt if she saw a clean home she would forgive him. When she entered she didn’t notice it at all. She went straight to the sofa and plonked down. ‘God what an awful day I have had’,she said.
It had all been part of the plan. He didn’t realize it until it was too late – until he felt the steel in his back. Shit, he thought. Why did I let my greed get in the way of the obvious danger? Darkness followed.
Catcher in the rye, mel gibson, salinger sucks and I’m hesitant to admit that I would ever have a drink with holden because i wouldn’t no it would never happen and that’s that bye
Setup my room as soon as fucking possible! Its a mess!
And yeah setup hippy hippo as soon as possible!
what else? :P Nothing i guess.
She waited for hours, tapping her French-tipped fingernails on the table cloth, trying to ignore the looks of sympathy around her. As the lamp got dimmer and the waiter grew impatient, she came to realize her date was not coming after all and this was all a setup.
“That bastard!”
She checked things off her list, walking around the room, mouthing the itemized lists to herself. “Check, check, check, check… okay. So far so good.” It was all working out pretty well. Hopefully. Maybe.
The setup was elaborate. Chocolate cakes sprawled across red rose petals. Golden iced cupcakes with orchids atop cotton candy pink tiered stands. White sugared almonds in crystal bowls.
Can you believe he did this to me? I stared at his phone, my fingers itching with the urge to pick it up, check his messages, see what he’s really been up to. So I did, and I failed miserably because he walked in, and he said, “I knew it!”
it’s all a setup, you realised. everything had been planned, meticulously thought out, in order to reach this very outcome. you were no more than a pawn, being manipulated. you were a pawn, and you had forgotten your place.
the betrayal should leave you with an ache in your chest, but all you feel is the void settling into your ribcage.
crime, innocent, criminal, board game, theater, a baby’s crib, a tent, tv crime show, who done it novels, theif
The setup around the room was low-lit, except from the bright light burning into the cold, hard ground. The heavy weight in my chest had increased, with my mind creating more reasons for not going through with this.
Set something up ie. a BBQ.
CROOK
Lenny was not allowed to smoke on account of his Dad being the school principal and his Ma being the local publican who knew absolutely everyone there was to know in Dingley. So he hid his cigarettes in the crook of the enormous fig tree in Mrs Maloney’s garden. She was eighty two and blind so Lenny was sure as eggs that Mrs Maloney was never going to catch him lighting up and spill the beans. He had started out by pinching the odd cigarette from punters at the pub when they weren’t looking or had swilled too many beers to notice, but these days he earned his money from carting wood for old man Jones and he could afford to buy his own – a pack a week now for five dollars fifty.
As the volvo lurched home along the highway Jezza and Malcolm tried to make sense of what had happened. The fish had been biting. There was the ice cold nip of the water at their ankles and the gentle whisper of the southerlies whipping against the top of the mountains just above the silence. And then the body that floated by. Out of nowhere the pale blue skin, the twin peaks of adolescent breasts, the cracked ruby lips and those staring dead eyes. Accusing them. Not a word had passed between them. Jezza grabbed her listless hand and swept the blonde hair away from her face. She couldn’t have been more than sixteen. They had both thought it but neither of them had been brave enough to utter the words. “Lets just let her float by. Down the river. No one will know.” But now she lay covered with Jezza’s footy blanket in the boot of the car.
Preparing. What’s there is a mess.
PATHWAY
It was the place where we lay closest together that we drifted so far apart. During the day we had all the drama of life to contend with; work and the kids and mundane things to be taken care of like shopping lists and appliance repairs. We could meet each other in the eye and function in the face of things to do. It was in the warm cocoon of blankets and bedspreads that hell froze over. It wasn’t meant to be that way. The bodies which were once supple with love and laughter became stiff with anxiety and fear as the court orders piled in, and in the years that followed through all the trials and with the great drain of money that we forgot what tenderness was. We were lost in the small space between us. The pathway that took my brother to prison was the same one that ruined my marriage.
For a while, it seemed like a setup – some sort of divine trick, to pull the metaphorical wool over our eyes and make us question our humanity. In the end, however, it was no magician’s riddle or sick bastard’s mischief. This was real. I heard the sirens from two miles away. I saw the blaze of red and blue overhead as I parked my bike beside the grocery store. I tasted salt, but I couldn’t tell if it was the breeze from the bay nearby or from my own tears.