no i really don’t think your answers to my school questions are cool when you tell me “oh i havn’t even started/been going” grow up. i’m terrified we’re entering the same field when you can’t take you core classes seriously. i’m even putting my all into this bullshit stats class. but i gues you all have it so figured out with all your coolness you posses. sad thing is thats truly what seperates me from all the other ladies. there are never alterior motives to my conversations.
The french have grown more powerful.
Look more closely at these photographs, Your Honor.
Notice anything strange about the bread?
I didn’t either. That’s because…
…no cuts were made there in the first place!
The witness forged the photographs to make it look like they had an actual bread knife, when they actually did not!
How, you ask? Look to the second photo.
While it is quite obvious that the knife is penetrating the top half of the breadstick, I’m not sure about the bottom half.
Looks pretty flat, doesn’t it?
The angle of the photo makes it look like the knife is in the witness’s breadstick, whilst it is actually behind it. In addition, the cut was actually made after the first photograph and before the second. Continue to the third photograph.
It is also taken from a flat angle, as was the second photograph. I’m sure you’re finding something missing in this photograph as well, Your Honor. Where is the index finger’s fingertip?
This illustration explains it all.
While I am… ahem, not the best artist…
(Didn’t I go to art school?)
The index finger is hidden behind the loaf of bread. It is not wrapping around the loaf of bread. This is because…
The witness was making space to put the knife’s handle!
Are you really that dull, Wright? For a man who majored in art you should be able to recognize a sculpture when you see one.
as we can see from the photos provided, this is quite obviously plastic.
if you look at any photo of real bread it can’t attain that level of shininess, and even if it could.
If you’ll notice in this picture, the bread on the inside is quite shiny, as well.
Tell me, Wright, have you ever seen real bread gleam that much? Don’t answer that, I will.
Even in this high-resolution photograph with bread that thick, it obviously wouldn’t shine on the inside when it isn’t buttered.
And it isn’t too hard to find the item in question with a quick google search.
Oh, and if you will notice, their hand was covering the seam where the bread was taken apart in the first photo with a simple comparison of the pattern on the bread.
It appears your lawyering skills are in much need of some sharpening if you expect to cut me down with that weak objection.
Edgeworth, you’re asking yourself the wrong question. It’s not “is there bread like that…”
You should be asking “can there be bread like that?”
Sweet bread can be infused with sugar or a syrup, making the outsides shinier- and the insides sweeter. Take a look.
Furthermore. there are parts of the witness’s bread knife that don’t just match up with the novelty bread knives you have presented. Take another look.
Let me point out two things about the novelty knives: one, their markings, and two, the placement of the knife itself.
In the novelty knives, the marks are artificial-looking and repeated. That is because they are manufactured. In the witness’s photo, the marks are more natural and realistic- because they are, well, real!
Furthermore, the blades on the novelty knives are in the middle of the handle.
But… look back at the witness’s photo. The knife is to the left? Where is the problem, you ask? Look at this illustration.
Here we have the knife, a piece of bread, and a table. Let’s have a go.
I’m sure you see it now, Your Honor.
The bread knife cannot actually be used to cut bread efficiently! Even if it was tilted, it would be uncomfortable and unbalanced!
The defense has an explanation for this positioning.
The blade is to the left because the witness was holding it behind the piece of bread!
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With school just on the horizon, I am filled with a sense of purpose again. I may forever be a student, as I can’t stand the feeling that I have forgotten to do my homework! (joking, I know I will always be learning no matter what!).
However, I also think about being in a classroom and it fills me with excitement.
Turning my focus away from pining for my boyfriends affection and effectively becoming a nuisance, and toward bettering myself is proving difficult. For the last year and a half I’ve been working a job that doesn’t ask much out of me, and the traffic is rather slow, which gives me a lot of time to think, like now. When I do return home I am alone usually. This drives me so bananas that I can’t get myself to do the things that I want or need done. I turn into myself and loaf around eating cookies and watching late night dramas. This behavior has to change. Big girls, Boss girls, realize a goal beyond these sappy emotional desires. I’m the one rushing things, when I need to be focusing on the bigger picture and just have fun and speak my mind about those things that I’m not happy about. Dam’n ovaries.
It doesn’t help that in my family many of the women have been so dependent on men. My Grandma Vicky has a different perspective now that she has found love after mourning the loss of my suffering Grandpa. She has always worked very hard and took care of Grandpa through the roughest of times. I live in a time where women are so much closer to equality and I feel stronger, more resourceful, more independent than my female ancestors (however trapped, by family and fortune in other ways.).
I once thought I was blessed to not be married, have children, or huge amounts of debt at my age, but I’m starting to think nature is playing a cruel joke on me. I do want these things (debt equals school, by the way.). There is one I am in complete control of, school. Perhaps if I can focus on this particular goal the others will slowly fall into place.
The realization that we each have to work hard for what we have and what that all really means slapped me in the face when I got a medical bill in the mail. I wasn’t ready to pay this! what on earth, why is this happening to me right before I start school?! I was horrified. I felt it was the end of the world. No one was there to tell me they love me or hug me. It felt so raw and that’s what I realized working hard and life are all about. That emotions and love have there time and place, but I’m living in some sort of daydream, feeling sorry for myself all the time, and even then that it’s still okay to cry.
These events will ultimately change me, all of them do in little ways. I just hope that I am ready for the amount of work I will need to do. I’m extremely confident however that if I love it, I can do it.
I think I will love it.
aim high & dream big