Why can't we cite websites in our reports? You can. If they're university or government websites. Facebook was started at a university. So it's okay, right? If you keep makin' that face, it's gonna stick like that, sir.
Toby isn’t part of “Generation Me Me Me” … he’s a Gen Y child. He still respects his teachers, parents, and elders… unlike kids BORN in 1993 and up. These bratty kids only care about themselves..I was on the bus the other day, and an old lady, with a cane, got on the bus. 3 girls, no more then 18 or 19, looked at her, then each other and continued chatting. I have a pin in my right ankle, that, if I’m on a rocking bus, causes pain from rubbing against bone/nerves in the wrong way, and Dr’s say they can’t do much about it, so I sit most time. Another person had to tell one of the girls to get up, and her response was “I was here first, why should I be forced to get up? Make that fat guy over there (pointing to me) get up!” when I explained about the pin in my ankle her response was “Like, yeah, right, liar.” So I showed her the Dr’s note I carry for employees/school and she turned bright red from the root of her bottle blonde hair down to collarbone where it hid beneath her “Canada Goose” jacket. She did get up and gave the lady her seat, but when I put my headphones on (and turned down the volume real low) I heard them talking about me …
Toby isn’t part of “Generation Me Me Me” … he’s a Gen Y child. He still respects his teachers, parents, and elders… unlike kids BORN in 1993 and up. These bratty kids only care about themselves..I was on the bus the other day, and an old lady, with a cane, got on the bus. 3 girls, no more then 18 or 19, looked at her, then each other and continued chatting. I have a pin in my right ankle, that, if I’m on a rocking bus, causes pain from rubbing against bone/nerves in the wrong way, and Dr’s say they can’t do much about it, so I sit most time. Another person had to tell one of the girls to get up, and her response was “I was here first, why should I be forced to get up? Make that fat guy over there (pointing to me) get up!” when I explained about the pin in my ankle her response was “Like, yeah, right, liar.” So I showed her the Dr’s note I carry for employees/school and she turned bright red from the root of her bottle blonde hair down to collarbone where it hid beneath her “Canada Goose” jacket. She did get up and gave the lady her seat, but when I put my headphones on (and turned down the volume real low) I heard them talking about me …