Doesn't matter how old you are, you often need to write, edit or check some text, either you are student or a businessman, or even a prime minister :)
Recently I had to write an essay for my university. Like every student I started to do it the day before the deadline, and of course I didn't have enough time(I'm sure you understand me))) So I had to find an excellent essay in the Internet. Surfing through I found lot of useful information and came up with a great essay.
Then I decided to check the "originality" of this work. Again, surfing I found
I would like to share a very small story of a man who use to go to job using taxi on daily basis with his friend.No matter what happened whenever he used to come out from the taxi after reaching office he would say to taxi to driver "You have driven very good" and also gave a him wide smile. Even after reaching office he would also deal with other people very calmly and with much patience. Nobody ever saw him arguing...fighting with someone...Everyone always saw him smiling..giving compliments to others..
His friend who used to come with him to office always remained confused why he used to say such words to taxi driver and why he gives smiles to others...it makes sometimes looks awkward smiling here and there...at before everyone...so he made up his mind that he will ask this question to his friend next time they will go to office on a taxi..
Next day they were again together chatting with each other....talking about office and normal life. Both get into the taxi. Both of them reached office...After getting out from the car..His friend told taxi driver "He was driving very good and gave a big smile" Taxi driver felt very happy and left. His friend asked him question then that I come with you only daily basis..I always see you giving compliment to taxi drivers whenever we leave from taxi....and giving big smile....what is the reason you do that....That person smile with look of patience on this face and answered ... I get happiness whenever i smile at others...if you see you are helping million people to get happiness on daily basis..see what happens when I give compliment to others or to taxi driver...He starts smiling in the morning...Then he has to deal with other passengers..he will deal with them smile and respect .. he will also give them compliments..those passengers will also feel happy and wherever they go they will talk happily to others giving smile to others...it works as chain reaction..and it spreads like a disease...that is smile disease and makes everyone infected with love and smile on daily basis...and there whole day becomes awesome...that is why i do that....
That person was really shocked to hear that this small smile can affect others in such a way...He also started doing that on daily basis...He was also not aware of such a small thing...I think in this small part of live we also forget what this small drop of love called smile can do ... Start giving small smiles to others today.....Be a part of making million people happy in one day....So Just start your day with big smile :)
I had been with my boyfriend for 2.5 years before he dumped me unceremoniously and out of the blue a few weeks ago (we're both 25 and have both been in serious relationships prior to this one). I was (and am) devastated. I love him with all my heart, and I thought he was the one. He told me he felt the same way. When he broke up with me, his reasons ranged from "I'm not good enough for you" to "I don't love you like I used to." I'm assuming the latter is his real reason and the rest were designed to soften the blow/his guilt. Background: This has happened before, and when he asked for me back, he promised to be more committed, to love me like no one else could, and to make an effort when things got rough instead of running away. Looking back, perhaps I can see signs that he didn't love me as much as I loved him. He was no longer as excited to see me as I was to see him, he lost interest in investing time, energy or money into our relationship, and I didn't feel like a priority. I attributed these things to normal post-honeymoon stage settling down and typical 25-year-old guy behavior. The good outweighed the bad by a longshot. We were partners in everything we did, we were in contact 24/7 and saw each other as often as we could, and shared a sense of humor I doubt I'll be able to find in anyone else. What I need help with is this: How do you face rejection from the person who means more to you than anyone else? I was not enough to keep his love. How do I stop that fact from breaking my confidence completely? Mentally I can find no way around the fact that I love him to death, but he doesn't even want to talk to me (don't worry, I haven't contacted him since the breakup). People keep telling me we just weren't a good fit, but the fact that I thought he was fantastic makes me feel like I was the one who didn't fit. I have hobbies, good friends, a good job, a handful of a dog, and though I don't bike, I have a love for marathoning. Even with all these distractions, though, I still feel like each day is something to get through. I know I shouldn't, but I use hopes that he'll come back to push down thoughts of him finding someone else and forgetting about me. I almost don't want to get over it. I feel defective, but the sense of loss has sucked all the joy out of my life, and the guilt of anything that I might have done wrong is all I can think about. Am I an over-emotional drama queen in need of major therapy? How do I become the kind of girl who doesn't need anyone, who can brush this kind of thing off and move on?
When confirmation came through of my university place , it included a handful of fancy-looking accommodation offers. I had already been living in London for two years and by then experienced pretty much every way of living this city has to offer: dodgy 28-bed hostel rooms, a lonely flat in zone 4, amazing house shares, a live-in job in a church, speedflatmating and a squat in Stepney Green for two months over a Christmas. I believed I had seen my share of shady deals and odd accommodation. But what students have to live with surprised me.
After a tour of the halls (not just the ones connected to my own university , but a good handful of the independent ones as well) I believed that although they were a bit too pricey, the quality appeared to be a decent return for the price. However, I managed to find myself a room for the same price on Gumtree. And within weeks of getting to know my new coursemates at City University, I realised I had been very lucky in avoiding the nightmare of living in student halls. The daily life and problems they told me about made the price they were paying seem very high and the whole ordeal like living in a badly run hostel or, at times, a prison colony . So what did they tell me? Up to 16 people sharing public bathrooms, fire alarms going off in the early hours of the morning, maintenance workers round the clock, sometimes dealing with faulty heating systems and suicide-proof windows that cannot open properly, which is great in the summer when the heating will not turn off. And when I was looking at halls, they somehow failed to show me the old mouldy buildings or ones refurbished so fast they still reeked of paint or point out the lack of common rooms on many floors. And those are just a few examples of the low quality many students pay through their wallets for. The tight year-long contracts underline the whole nasty feeling of exploitation, especially when you remember that most first year students do not have either a chance to visit the halls before signing or the experience to spot a dodgy offer. Perhaps, the worst though is the strict security which prevents anything resembling a normal social life, something most students will have expected to look back on as a highlight of their time at university. Instead you are faced with compulsory sign-in for all guests, with proof of identification and an allowance of only three guests per week after 10 pm. And, Big Brother style, there are CCTV cameras everywhere and no feeling of privacy. I'm therefore now glad I took the risk to go it alone. All the more so after one of my fellow students discovered that the design for most of the halls accommodation are based on blueprints of Swedish prison cells.
Hard up in London without much capital..If you ask me, students in London have it the hard way, but many of them are completely unaware of the fact. Their student survival methods actually involve putting themselves into dangerous scenarios, whilst they unconsciously outlay more money on clubs, alcohol and transport than the standard Londoner does. Many of them go to so called 'student nights' in clubs and bars because they think they are getting a bargain booze-up. Well, I honestly don't understand how a club can call it 'student night' and charge £8 entry fee. The drink prices might be reduced or discounted, but if you are not too drunk to realise, they are only normally about one pound less than their usual prices. If you are a group of girls, a night out in Mayfair VIP style amounts to far less than a student night; arrive before eleven, and you get free entry as well as free glasses of Grey Goose and cranberry offered to you all night from table service. Bizarrely, the most exclusive clubs can't help but give away their vodka; in China White last weekend, we actually had a 'Grey Goose' fight. Students cannot seem to comprehend the taxi v tube debate when it comes to getting to and from your night out. The tube usually involves setting off an hour early, walking to the station with barely any clothes on, taking three tubes across London, and then walking from the tube to the club. By this point, you can no longer feel your hands you are that cold, you have sobered up, and you are therefore going to have to buy an extreme amount of drinks as soon as you finally arrive. On top of this, you may have risked your life. It is not safe for drunken female students to be riding the tube at 11pm; the one time I did, I got threatened with a knife at Elephant and Castle, but was too drunk to remember until someone informed me the following day. With a group of you, a taxi is likely to cost only around a couple of pounds each. With the comfort of staying warm, you can order the taxi straight to your door, and can be dropped off right outside the club. You have more time to pre-drink at home, and have therefore actually saved money, because unlike the tube mob, you won't have to drink loads in the club because you ran out of time earlier. Sticking the word 'student' on something doesn't necessarily mean it is cheap. Just because you have used your student Oyster card to get to the club, doesn't mean that it is the cheapest way. At the end of the day, student prices in London do not exist and life as a student is expensive. You might as well just do what normal non-students do, because it costs the same price and is often less hassle!