It’s a way to show, to perform, your talents in front of many impressionable people. To show a skill that only you possess. An idea only you have. A passion that created who you are. Demonstrations make them know you.
“Now, listen up here, folks. I’ll begin the demonstration in just a moment, but I want to be sure that I have everyone’s attention, please!” The curly-haired brunette raised her hands. “Hello, yes, excuse me. Yes.” She nodded and waved. “Good, thank you all. Now, this demonstration will take place in two parts.” She gestured towards one half of the arena. “As you are aware, this is the final stage in your coming of age cremony and you will be judged in several categories, which will be tallied at the end and your score will determine what skill level you are awarded for your efforts.
The bell sounded.
Across the arena, several young men and women stepped into the muddy ring. The tallest young man drew a short sword and rolled to the left. The others followed suit, retrieving their gifted weapons and spreading out across the oval fighting space.
it’s an annoying word. demonstrations remind me of school work which reminds me of prison. I don’t even know why. it’s just a dumb word. I don’t like it! WHY DO I HAVE SO MUCH TIME LEFT? I don’t have that much to say about this! it’s an ugly word. I wish to never see it again, but I know I will, because such is life.
I leaned forward to better see the demonstration. “So, you know, this is our Solar System,” Jaden was saying. I backed up, disgusted. School demonstrations by Jaden suck. But I knew everyone would love mine. When it was my turn, I proudly showed everyone my electricity unit. I gave a clear speech. I got an A.
The demonstration was over – the allies had gone home,. Just a small group remained, kicking an empty coke bottle, murmuring amongst themselves. They threw torm up bits of sandwich crusts to the magpies, they discovered the Magpie Dreaming. They were tired of their lot, and were going to make a stand.
He held the apple in front of me and instructed me to do as he did. He took a bite, I took a bite. He took a bite, I took a bite. It was an ongoing cycle, until finally we reached the seeds and the core. And he told me this was as far as our lips would ever touch.
This whole Kony thing. I don’t trust it. Maybe the whole rest of the world can embrace using the internet in such a way. I mean the guy is evil no doubt, but using the internet to hunt him down? What will come after?
Here, allow me to demonstrate for you how NOT to be a good friend. Step 1, be clinically depressed. Step 2, refuse any and all forms of help for said clinical depression, opting instead to use your friend as a crutch for your crippling sadness and self-loathing. Step 3, take advantage of your friend’s kindness and guilt-trip them into spending every waking moment of their day with you, even though she is a solitary being by nature and needs a certain number of lonely hours each day to keep sane. Step 4, make these waking moments even more unbearable by constantly belittling yourself, refusing any and all compliments and attempts at consolation, and becoming sullen at the mention of random, perfectly mundane things such as friends and fun.
I needed to see the way he battled, as I knew not what I had signed my life up for. I knew these wars were a matter of life or death, but he was a champion so I figured he’d be up for the challenge. I never thought he’d ask to fight me.
You must nip it in the bud. You mustn’t let them get out of control. If need be, and push comes to shove, you may be forced to break necks and crack skulls. Here. Let me give you a demonstration.
What do you know? What can you tell me? Can you correctly format a paper? Can you complete a fill in the blank exam? Can you speak in public? What are the professional best practices? Can you debate? Can you prove a thesis? College is one, huge, demonstration of knowledge…
Once upon a time, a man named Carlyle decided that it was time to teach his students the importance in tying one’s shoelaces. However, the children were wearing velcro shoes. Carlyle became frustrated and threw a piece of chalk against the chalkboard and bolted from the room. He then cried. The end. (or is it the end?)
I went down to the demonstration to see what shit the capitol had dolled out in the form of their stupid police today. It was Gale. I ran on stage and ripped the whip from the hands of the newest head of police and hit him across the face with it knowing that I’d get just as bad, if not worse of a punishment for doing so. I didn’t care. That was my friend. And what ever it was that he’d done to deserve the lashing was only out of self-preservation and in an attempt to feed his own family.
I desire to show other people the ways of life. To show someone how to do things in which they need to be done. In the most simple way possible. You must learn the ropes in order to live life accordingly.
Jim Avery, the fireman, doused the cooking pan in lighter fluid and tossed in a match, the red flames roaring into the air and touching the ceiling of the classroom. Time to teach the kids in home economics on how to properly use a fire extinguisher. Except there was something missing…the fire extinguisher itself. He left his back at the station and the classroom didn’t have one.
Demonstration means showing what you think and letting everyone know about it. Explaining it so that everyone can see and undestand your point of people. You have to demonstrate who you really are, your feelings, your belifs and what you want.
I don’t like the demonstration of public affection that they show each other. Facebook photos, posts, glances, laughs. They think they are so cool. But honestly i think i was meant to be with him. soul mates, if you will. but please he doesn’t think it either
people can give you the instructions to things, but they never demonstrate it… why is that?
they try to comfort you at times but always fail, they tell you how to get over someone but they don’t demonstrate it themselves
demonstration is not something i enjoy doing. i would rather have something demonstrated to me than demonstrate something to others because of the immense pressure of doing it right, flawlessly, creating an idealistic way of performing said action and demonstrating incorrectly may result in a flawed future.
The demonstration took place in Piccadilly Square, London. A man with an over-sized hat whipped out a dozen eggs and told his audience that they were about to see a trick they would never forget. Meanwhile, pickpockets worked the intrigued crowd.
I have never done a demonstration before. Although, I have tried taking Speech 101 at least 4 times. I never get past the 2nd week. One of the speeches we have to make is a demonstration one. I never know what to do so at that point I drop the class.
The demonstration was a silly thing, really, since they all knew that the people on the stage were sure bets to get into the academy. But the dean, well, he had his. . . philosophies, you could say, and demanded that they give the usually required demonstration anyways. The rest of the staff and I, well, we though that it was more of an event to attract people to our school, but nothing could be done to stop the man.
Alice held the little doll out for her father to see.
“Daddy, look!”
“What is it?”
“Mommy!” The little girl had taken her favourite doll and dressed her almost exactly to match her mother.
“She’s beautiful, sweet.” Alice then showed him the doll’s ‘voice’, singing her mother’s favourite song. What neither of her parents had realised since the day of her birth was that she had a voice second in beauty only to her own mother. She happened to walk in at that very moment, with wide eyes.
“It’s beautiful.”
Sherlock panted gently against John’s cheek as he averted his gaze from the older man’s arousal, standing at attention against Sherlock’s stomach after a night spent in close proximity. Its warm, insistent presence, recalling John’s desire to share himself with the pale, long-legged man in his bed, roused something in said desired detective.
“John, I think you should know that while I’m flattered by your interest,” Sherlock murmured in a deep morning voice into the doctor’s ear, “I may need a demonstration on your part of er… what exactly to do about it.”
John’s teasing smile pressed into Sherlock’s jaw as his fingers were happy to oblige.
We all waited to watch the demonstration of the new knife set in the mall. Not because we were interested in the knives but because they said if we watched it we would get a free knife.
We are Builders of the Eternal. What we do with each breath and each action is a demonstration of the Spirit of Eternity. Shall we build something that ignites the colors of unseen, or destroy the glorious colors of our Ancient Heritage?
i would like to perform a demonstration evolving integrity, hard work, honor, and accomplishment of my goals, both personal and public. someday i want to have been a leading example, someone to be quotes, used in a demonstration of a citizen we can look up to.
I want to demonstrate my life to someone who will understand. Maybe they can help me to describe it along with so many different things. I want to look at someone and have them know that I demonstrated everything with someone and be happy and peaceful cause I didn’t hold it in and allow it to slowly kill me. I feel like I’m rambbling now. Blahhh.
That one time I had to demonstrate how to make hand dipped candles. It seemed like such a lame endeavor, but learning how to add the right amount of bayberry leaves and wax was an art form. Dipping and drying the candles became theraputic and a part of my childhood I will never forget.
i’ve already written for this, can i choose a new word because its getting old and familiar like the ocean. I love the ocean though, with its tender yet deadly force. demonstrate a bit a of love in this world and we’ll all find what we’ve been searching for with war
demonstration – it is a party? it is a movement? it says pay attention to me? it is interesting? It is noisy? it is a protest? it is interesting? It is political? it is a marketing technique?
It’s a way to show, to perform, your talents in front of many impressionable people. To show a skill that only you possess. An idea only you have. A passion that created who you are. Demonstrations make them know you.
“Now, listen up here, folks. I’ll begin the demonstration in just a moment, but I want to be sure that I have everyone’s attention, please!” The curly-haired brunette raised her hands. “Hello, yes, excuse me. Yes.” She nodded and waved. “Good, thank you all. Now, this demonstration will take place in two parts.” She gestured towards one half of the arena. “As you are aware, this is the final stage in your coming of age cremony and you will be judged in several categories, which will be tallied at the end and your score will determine what skill level you are awarded for your efforts.
The bell sounded.
Across the arena, several young men and women stepped into the muddy ring. The tallest young man drew a short sword and rolled to the left. The others followed suit, retrieving their gifted weapons and spreading out across the oval fighting space.
“Three, two, fight!” The woman called out.
The monsters were released and the battle began.
rain
Growing up is great. You get to demonstrate talents and discover them. You can do this by journal writing. I had that at school once.
it’s an annoying word. demonstrations remind me of school work which reminds me of prison. I don’t even know why. it’s just a dumb word. I don’t like it! WHY DO I HAVE SO MUCH TIME LEFT? I don’t have that much to say about this! it’s an ugly word. I wish to never see it again, but I know I will, because such is life.
Demonstrate your talent in writing. Write a book. Keep a diary. It works for many people.
– Lea Hope B.
I leaned forward to better see the demonstration. “So, you know, this is our Solar System,” Jaden was saying. I backed up, disgusted. School demonstrations by Jaden suck. But I knew everyone would love mine. When it was my turn, I proudly showed everyone my electricity unit. I gave a clear speech. I got an A.
The demonstration was over – the allies had gone home,. Just a small group remained, kicking an empty coke bottle, murmuring amongst themselves. They threw torm up bits of sandwich crusts to the magpies, they discovered the Magpie Dreaming. They were tired of their lot, and were going to make a stand.
showing someone how to do something
He held the apple in front of me and instructed me to do as he did. He took a bite, I took a bite. He took a bite, I took a bite. It was an ongoing cycle, until finally we reached the seeds and the core. And he told me this was as far as our lips would ever touch.
This whole Kony thing. I don’t trust it. Maybe the whole rest of the world can embrace using the internet in such a way. I mean the guy is evil no doubt, but using the internet to hunt him down? What will come after?
Here, allow me to demonstrate for you how NOT to be a good friend. Step 1, be clinically depressed. Step 2, refuse any and all forms of help for said clinical depression, opting instead to use your friend as a crutch for your crippling sadness and self-loathing. Step 3, take advantage of your friend’s kindness and guilt-trip them into spending every waking moment of their day with you, even though she is a solitary being by nature and needs a certain number of lonely hours each day to keep sane. Step 4, make these waking moments even more unbearable by constantly belittling yourself, refusing any and all compliments and attempts at consolation, and becoming sullen at the mention of random, perfectly mundane things such as friends and fun.
Repeat.
Palms are wet,
Eyes are searching,
Throat is dry,
Toes are tapping,
Itchy here, itchy there,
Voice shaking like an earthquake,
I hate demonstrations.
I needed to see the way he battled, as I knew not what I had signed my life up for. I knew these wars were a matter of life or death, but he was a champion so I figured he’d be up for the challenge. I never thought he’d ask to fight me.
You must nip it in the bud. You mustn’t let them get out of control. If need be, and push comes to shove, you may be forced to break necks and crack skulls. Here. Let me give you a demonstration.
What do you know? What can you tell me? Can you correctly format a paper? Can you complete a fill in the blank exam? Can you speak in public? What are the professional best practices? Can you debate? Can you prove a thesis? College is one, huge, demonstration of knowledge…
Once upon a time, a man named Carlyle decided that it was time to teach his students the importance in tying one’s shoelaces. However, the children were wearing velcro shoes. Carlyle became frustrated and threw a piece of chalk against the chalkboard and bolted from the room. He then cried. The end. (or is it the end?)
Today’s classroom looked like a fish tank exploded all over the floor. There must have been one crazy demonstration that happened before I got there.
Blah… a show, a performance, a protest, a visual explanation… demonstration…
I went down to the demonstration to see what shit the capitol had dolled out in the form of their stupid police today. It was Gale. I ran on stage and ripped the whip from the hands of the newest head of police and hit him across the face with it knowing that I’d get just as bad, if not worse of a punishment for doing so. I didn’t care. That was my friend. And what ever it was that he’d done to deserve the lashing was only out of self-preservation and in an attempt to feed his own family.
Something that people do to show how to do something that they didn’t know how to do
I desire to show other people the ways of life. To show someone how to do things in which they need to be done. In the most simple way possible. You must learn the ropes in order to live life accordingly.
Jim Avery, the fireman, doused the cooking pan in lighter fluid and tossed in a match, the red flames roaring into the air and touching the ceiling of the classroom. Time to teach the kids in home economics on how to properly use a fire extinguisher. Except there was something missing…the fire extinguisher itself. He left his back at the station and the classroom didn’t have one.
Demonstration means showing what you think and letting everyone know about it. Explaining it so that everyone can see and undestand your point of people. You have to demonstrate who you really are, your feelings, your belifs and what you want.
I don’t like the demonstration of public affection that they show each other. Facebook photos, posts, glances, laughs. They think they are so cool. But honestly i think i was meant to be with him. soul mates, if you will. but please he doesn’t think it either
people can give you the instructions to things, but they never demonstrate it… why is that?
they try to comfort you at times but always fail, they tell you how to get over someone but they don’t demonstrate it themselves
demonstration is not something i enjoy doing. i would rather have something demonstrated to me than demonstrate something to others because of the immense pressure of doing it right, flawlessly, creating an idealistic way of performing said action and demonstrating incorrectly may result in a flawed future.
The demonstration took place in Piccadilly Square, London. A man with an over-sized hat whipped out a dozen eggs and told his audience that they were about to see a trick they would never forget. Meanwhile, pickpockets worked the intrigued crowd.
I have never done a demonstration before. Although, I have tried taking Speech 101 at least 4 times. I never get past the 2nd week. One of the speeches we have to make is a demonstration one. I never know what to do so at that point I drop the class.
The demonstration was a silly thing, really, since they all knew that the people on the stage were sure bets to get into the academy. But the dean, well, he had his. . . philosophies, you could say, and demanded that they give the usually required demonstration anyways. The rest of the staff and I, well, we though that it was more of an event to attract people to our school, but nothing could be done to stop the man.
feels love see watch hugs kisses something you can feel, something you give to someone the value of something
Alice held the little doll out for her father to see.
“Daddy, look!”
“What is it?”
“Mommy!” The little girl had taken her favourite doll and dressed her almost exactly to match her mother.
“She’s beautiful, sweet.” Alice then showed him the doll’s ‘voice’, singing her mother’s favourite song. What neither of her parents had realised since the day of her birth was that she had a voice second in beauty only to her own mother. She happened to walk in at that very moment, with wide eyes.
“It’s beautiful.”
Sherlock panted gently against John’s cheek as he averted his gaze from the older man’s arousal, standing at attention against Sherlock’s stomach after a night spent in close proximity. Its warm, insistent presence, recalling John’s desire to share himself with the pale, long-legged man in his bed, roused something in said desired detective.
“John, I think you should know that while I’m flattered by your interest,” Sherlock murmured in a deep morning voice into the doctor’s ear, “I may need a demonstration on your part of er… what exactly to do about it.”
John’s teasing smile pressed into Sherlock’s jaw as his fingers were happy to oblige.
We all waited to watch the demonstration of the new knife set in the mall. Not because we were interested in the knives but because they said if we watched it we would get a free knife.
KONY2012.com
We are Builders of the Eternal. What we do with each breath and each action is a demonstration of the Spirit of Eternity. Shall we build something that ignites the colors of unseen, or destroy the glorious colors of our Ancient Heritage?
i would like to perform a demonstration evolving integrity, hard work, honor, and accomplishment of my goals, both personal and public. someday i want to have been a leading example, someone to be quotes, used in a demonstration of a citizen we can look up to.
I want to demonstrate my life to someone who will understand. Maybe they can help me to describe it along with so many different things. I want to look at someone and have them know that I demonstrated everything with someone and be happy and peaceful cause I didn’t hold it in and allow it to slowly kill me. I feel like I’m rambbling now. Blahhh.
That one time I had to demonstrate how to make hand dipped candles. It seemed like such a lame endeavor, but learning how to add the right amount of bayberry leaves and wax was an art form. Dipping and drying the candles became theraputic and a part of my childhood I will never forget.
i’ve already written for this, can i choose a new word because its getting old and familiar like the ocean. I love the ocean though, with its tender yet deadly force. demonstrate a bit a of love in this world and we’ll all find what we’ve been searching for with war
demonstration – it is a party? it is a movement? it says pay attention to me? it is interesting? It is noisy? it is a protest? it is interesting? It is political? it is a marketing technique?