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One day there was people walking around a small village, where people was pour and hungry. There was a girl who was a good hunter, Katniss Everdeen is a hunter, and also she had a partner name Gale Hawthorne who was a good hunter. Katniss is a fictional character and the protagonist of The Hunger Games trilogy by Suzanne Collins. Her name come from the planet called Sagittarian. Gale Hawthorne, is Katniss best friend and hunting partner, one of the series main character. He is fiercely devoted to his family and to Katniss and is a true rebel and visionary at heart. When gale saw Katniss practicing her hunting skills, he thought she was getting better each time she practiced. When she noticed him, she walked up to him and noticed a book†¦show more content†¦I know, â€Å"Primrose said After they got done talking, Katniss helped Primrose look for something to wear to the big meeting tomorrow. Next Katniss went in her room and saw a beautiful dress with black flats for tomorrow and a note next to it, it said Dear Katniss, This is my old dress I had when on a honey moon with you and prim father, and I want you to wear it to the big meeting tomorrow. Also here’s a phone if anything happen I will be home tonight at nine they want me to stay an extra hour, and dinner is on the table. Love mom, When Katniss walked toward the kitchen to get something to eat she heard something in Primrose room, then she got up and went to go check on her. When she went in there Prim was gone and she noticed the window was open, she panicked. She ran to go get her jacket and the phone her mom left for her and ran out the door. While she was looking for her she saw a boy named Peeta Mellark working on a house a couple houses down from hers. She walked over there and asked him have he seen a girl with a black coat and he said, † Yes she ran over there by the woods over that gate, I will show you, â€Å" â€Å"Okay thank you,† said Katniss Then they both ran towards the woods where Katniss practiced at. When Peeta and Katniss got to the gate, they both hoped over the gate and started looking for prim. Peeta started yelling,† PRIM, PRIM, PRIM,† no

The Host Chapter 25 Compelled Free Essays

Another week passed, maybe two-there seemed little point in keeping track of time here, where it was so irrelevant-and things only got stranger for me. I worked with the humans every day, but not always with Jeb. Some days Ian was with me, some days Doc, and some days only Jamie. We will write a custom essay sample on The Host Chapter 25: Compelled or any similar topic only for you Order Now I weeded fields, kneaded bread, and scrubbed counters. I carried water, boiled onion soup, washed clothes in the far end of the black pool, and burned my hands making that acidic soap. Everyone did their part, and since I had no right to be here, I tried to work twice as hard as the others. I could not earn a place, I knew that, but I tried to make my presence as light a burden as possible. I got to know a little about the humans around me, mostly just by listening to them. I learned their names, at least. The caramel-skinned woman was named Lily, and she was from Philadelphia. She had a dry sense of humor and got along well with everyone because she never got ruffled. The young man with the bristly black hair, Wes, stared at her a lot, but she never seemed to notice that. He was only nineteen, and he’d escaped from Eureka, Montana. The sleepy-eyed mother was named Lucina, and her two boys were Isaiah and Freedom-Freedom had been born right here in the caves, delivered by Doc. I didn’t see much of these three; it seemed that the mother kept her children as separate from me as was possible in this limited space. The balding, red-cheeked man was Trudy’s husband; his name was Geoffrey. They were often with another older man, Heath, who had been Geoffrey’s best friend since early childhood; the three had escaped the invasion together. The pallid man with the white hair was Walter. He was sick, but Doc didn’t know what was wrong with him-there was no way to find out, not without labs and tests, and even if Doc could diagnose the problem, he had no medicine to treat it. As the symptoms progressed, Doc was starting to think it was a form of cancer. This pained me-to watch someone actually dying from something so easily fixed. Walter tired easily but was always cheerful. The white-blond woman-her eyes contrastingly dark-who’d brought water to the others that first day in the field was Heidi. Travis, John, Stanley, Reid, Carol, Violetta, Ruth Ann†¦ I knew all the names, at least. There were thirty-five humans in the colony, with six of them gone on the raid, Jared included. Twenty-nine humans in the caves now, and one mostly unwelcome alien. I also learned more about my neighbors. Ian and Kyle shared the cave on my hallway with the two real doors propped over the entrance. Ian had begun bunking with Wes in another corridor in protest of my presence here, but he’d moved back after just two nights. The other nearby caves had also gone vacant for a while. Jeb told me the occupants were afraid of me, which made me laugh. Were twenty-nine rattlesnakes afraid of a lone field mouse? Now Paige was back, next door, in the cave she shared with her partner, Andy, whose absence she mourned. Lily was with Heidi in the first cave, with the flowered sheets; Heath was in the second, with the duct-taped cardboard; and Trudy and Geoffrey were in the third, with a striped quilt. Reid and Violetta were one cave farther down the hall than mine, their privacy protected by a stained and threadbare oriental carpet. The fourth cave in this corridor belonged to Doc and Sharon, and the fifth to Maggie, but none of these three had returned. Doc and Sharon were partnered, and Maggie, in her rare moments of sarcastic humor, teased Sharon that it had taken the end of humanity for Sharon to find the perfect man: every mother wanted a doctor for her daughter. Sharon was not the girl I’d seen in Melanie’s memories. Was it the years of living alone with the dour Maggie that had changed her into a more brightly colored version of her mother? Though her relationship with Doc was newer to this world than I was, she showed none of the softening effects of new love. I knew the duration of that relationship from Jamie-Sharon and Maggie rarely forgot when I was in a room with them, and their conversation was guarded. They were still the strongest opposition, the only people here whose ignoring me continued to feel aggressively hostile. I’d asked Jamie how Sharon and Maggie had gotten here. Had they found Jeb on their own, beaten Jared and Jamie here? He seemed to understand the real question: had Melanie’s last effort to find them been entirely a waste? Jamie told me no. When Jared had showed him Melanie’s last note, explained that she was gone-it took him a moment to be able to speak again after that word, and I could see in his face what this moment had done to them both-they’d gone to look for Sharon themselves. Maggie had held Jared at the point of an antique sword while he tried to explain; it had been a close thing. It had not taken long with Maggie and Jared working together for them to decipher Jeb’s riddle. The four of them had gotten to the caves before I’d moved from Chicago to San Diego. When Jamie and I spoke of Melanie, it was not as difficult as it should have been. She was always a part of these conversations-soothing his pain, smoothing my awkwardness-though she had little to say. She rarely spoke to me anymore, and when she did it was muted; now and then I wasn’t sure if I really heard her or just my own idea of what she might think. But she made an effort for Jamie. When I heard her, it was always with him. When she didn’t speak, we both felt her there. â€Å"Why is Melanie so quiet now?† Jamie asked me late one night. For once, he wasn’t grilling me about Spiders and Fire-Tasters. We were both tired-it had been a long day pulling carrots. The small of my back was in knots. â€Å"It’s hard for her to talk. It takes so much more effort than it takes you and me. She doesn’t have anything she wants to say that badly.† â€Å"What does she do all the time?† â€Å"She listens, I think. I guess I don’t know.† â€Å"Can you hear her now?† â€Å"No.† I yawned, and he was quiet. I thought he was asleep. I drifted in that direction, too. â€Å"Do you think she’ll go away? Really gone?† Jamie suddenly whispered. His voice caught on the last word. I was not a liar, and I don’t think I could have lied to Jamie if I were. I tried not to think about the implications of my feelings for him. Because what did it mean if the greatest love I’d ever felt in my nine lives, the first true sense of family, of maternal instinct, was for an alien life-form? I shoved the thought away. â€Å"I don’t know,† I told him. And then, because it was true, I added, â€Å"I hope not.† â€Å"Do you like her like you like me? Did you used to hate her, like she hated you?† â€Å"It’s different than how I like you. And I never really hated her, not even in the beginning. I was very afraid of her, and I was angry that because of her I couldn’t be like everyone else. But I’ve always, always admired strength, and Melanie is the strongest person I’ve ever known.† Jamie laughed. â€Å"You were afraid of her?† â€Å"You don’t think your sister can be scary? Remember the time you went too far up the canyon, and when you came home late she threw a raging hissy fit,’ according to Jared?† He chuckled at the memory. I was pleased, having distracted him from his painful question. I was eager to keep the peace with all my new companions in any way I could. I thought I was willing to do anything, no matter how backbreaking or smelly, but it turned out I was wrong. â€Å"So I was thinking,† Jeb said to me one day, maybe two weeks after everyone had â€Å"calmed down.† I was beginning to hate those words from Jeb. â€Å"Do you remember what I was saying about you maybe teaching a little here?† My answer was curt. â€Å"Yes.† â€Å"Well, how ’bout it?† I didn’t have to think it through. â€Å"No.† My refusal sent an unexpected pang of guilt through me. I’d never refused a Calling before. It felt like a selfish thing to do. Obviously, though, this was not the same. The souls would have never asked me to do something so suicidal. He frowned at me, scrunching his caterpillar eyebrows together. â€Å"Why not?† â€Å"How do you think Sharon would like that?† I asked him in an even voice. It was just one example, but perhaps the most forceful. He nodded, still frowning, acknowledging my point. â€Å"It’s for the greater good,† he grumbled. I snorted. â€Å"The greater good? Wouldn’t that be shooting me?† â€Å"Wanda, that’s shortsighted,† he said, arguing with me as if my answer had been a serious attempt at persuasion. â€Å"What we have here is a very unusual opportunity for learning. It would be wasteful to squander that.† â€Å"I really don’t think anyone wants to learn from me. I don’t mind talking to you or Jamie -â€Å" â€Å"Doesn’t matter what they want,† Jeb insisted. â€Å"It’s what’s good for them. Like chocolate versus broccoli. Ought to know more about the universe-not to mention the new tenants of our planet.† â€Å"How does it help them, Jeb? Do you think I know something that could destroy the souls? Turn the tide? Jeb, it’s over.† â€Å"It’s not over while we’re still here,† he told me, grinning so I knew he was teasing me again. â€Å"I don’t expect you to turn traitor and give us some super-weapon. I just think we should know more about the world we live in.† I flinched at the word traitor. â€Å"I couldn’t give you a weapon if I wanted to, Jeb. We don’t have some great weakness, an Achilles’ heel. No archenemies out there in space who could come to your aid, no viruses that will wipe us out and leave you standing. Sorry.† â€Å"Don’t sweat it.† He made a fist and tapped it playfully against my arm. â€Å"You might be surprised, though. I told you it gets boring in here. People might want your stories more than you think.† I knew Jeb would not leave it alone. Was Jeb capable of conceding defeat? I doubted it. At mealtimes I usually sat with Jeb and Jamie, if he was not in school or busy elsewhere. Ian always sat near, though not really with us. I could not fully accept the idea of his self-appointed role as my bodyguard. It seemed too good to be true and thus, by human philosophy, clearly false. A few days after I’d refused Jeb’s request to teach the humans â€Å"for their own good,† Doc came to sit by me during the evening meal. Sharon remained where she was, in the corner farthest from my usual place. She was alone today, without her mother. She didn’t turn to watch Doc walking toward me. Her vivid hair was wound into a high bun, so I could see that her neck was stiff, and her shoulders were hunched, tense and unhappy. It made me want to leave at once, before Doc could say whatever he meant to say to me, so that I could not be considered in collusion with him. But Jamie was with me, and he took my hand when he saw the familiar panicked look come into my eyes. He was developing an uncanny ability to sense when I was turning skittish. I sighed and stayed where I was. It should probably have bothered me more that I was such a slave to this child’s wishes. â€Å"How are things?† Doc asked in a casual voice, sliding onto the counter next to me. Ian, a few feet down from us, turned his body so it looked like he was part of the group. I shrugged. â€Å"We boiled soup today,† Jamie announced. â€Å"My eyes are still stinging.† Doc held up a pair of bright red hands. â€Å"Soap.† Jamie laughed. â€Å"You win.† Doc gave a mocking bow from the waist, then turned to me. â€Å"Wanda, I had a question for you†¦Ã¢â‚¬  He let the words trail off. I raised my eyebrows. â€Å"Well, I was wondering†¦ Of all the different planets you’re familiar with, which species is physically the closest to humankind?† I blinked. â€Å"Why?† â€Å"Just good old-fashioned biological curiosity. I guess I’ve been thinking about your Healers†¦ Where do they get the knowledge to cure, rather than just treat symptoms, as you said?† Doc was speaking louder than necessary, his mild voice carrying farther than usual. Several people looked up-Trudy and Geoffrey, Lily, Walter†¦ I wrapped my arms tightly around myself, trying to take up less space. â€Å"Those are two different questions,† I murmured. Doc smiled and gestured with one hand for me to proceed. Jamie squeezed my hand. I sighed. â€Å"The Bears on the Mists Planet, probably.† â€Å"With the claw beasts?† Jamie whispered. I nodded. â€Å"How are they similar?† Doc prodded. I rolled my eyes, feeling Jeb’s direction in this, but continued. â€Å"They’re close to mammals in many ways. Fur, warm-blooded. Their blood isn’t exactly the same as yours, but it does essentially the same job. They have similar emotions, the same need for societal interaction and creative outlets -â€Å" â€Å"Creative?† Doc leaned forward, fascinated-or feigning fascination. â€Å"How so?† I looked at Jamie. â€Å"You know. Why don’t you tell Doc?† â€Å"I might get it wrong.† â€Å"You won’t.† He looked at Doc, who nodded. â€Å"Well, see, they have these awesome hands.† Jamie was enthusiastic almost immediately. â€Å"Sort of double-jointed-they can curl both ways.† He flexed his own fingers, as if trying to bend them backward. â€Å"One side is soft, like my palm, but the other side is like razors! They cut the ice-ice sculpting. They make cities that are all crystal castles that never melt! It’s beautiful, isn’t it, Wanda?† He turned to me for backup. I nodded. â€Å"They see a different range of colors-the ice is full of rainbows. Their cities are a point of pride for them. They’re always trying to make them more beautiful. I knew of one Bear who we called†¦ well, something like Glitter Weaver, but it sounds better in that language, because of the way the ice seemed to know what he wanted and shaped itself into his dreams. I met him once and saw his creations. That’s one of my most beautiful memories.† â€Å"They dream?† Ian asked quietly. I smiled wryly. â€Å"Not as vividly as humans.† â€Å"How do your Healers get their knowledge about the physiology of a new species? They came to this planet prepared. I watched it start-watched the terminal patients walk out of the hospital whole†¦Ã¢â‚¬  A frown etched a V-shaped crease into Doc’s narrow forehead. He hated the invaders, like everyone, but unlike the others, he also envied them. I didn’t want to answer. Everyone was listening to us by this point, and this was no pretty fairytale about ice-sculpting Bears. This was the story of their defeat. Doc waited, frowning. â€Å"They†¦ they take samples,† I muttered. Ian grinned in understanding. â€Å"Alien abductions.† I ignored him. Doc pursed his lips. â€Å"Makes sense.† The silence in the room reminded me of my first time here. â€Å"Where did your kind begin?† Doc asked. â€Å"Do you remember? I mean, as a species, do you know how you evolved?† â€Å"The Origin,† I answered, nodding. â€Å"We still live there. It’s where I was†¦ born.† â€Å"That’s kind of special,† Jamie added. â€Å"It’s rare to meet someone from the Origin, isn’t it? Most souls try to stay there, right, Wanda?† He didn’t wait for my response. I was beginning to regret answering his questions so thoroughly each night. â€Å"So when someone moves on, it makes them almost†¦ like a celebrity? Or like a member of a royal family.† I could feel my cheeks getting warm. â€Å"It’s a cool place,† Jamie went on. â€Å"Lots of clouds, with a bunch of different-colored layers. It’s the only planet where the souls can live outside of a host for very long. The hosts on the Origin planet are really pretty, too, with sort of wings and lots of tentacles and big silver eyes.† Doc was leaning forward with his face in his hands. â€Å"Do they remember how the host-parasite relationship was formed? How did the colonization begin?† Jamie looked at me, shrugging. â€Å"We were always that way,† I answered slowly, still unwilling. â€Å"As far back as we were intelligent enough to know ourselves, at least. We were discovered by another species-the Vultures, we call them here, though more for their personalities than for their looks. They were†¦ not kind. Then we discovered that we could bond with them just as we had with our original hosts. Once we controlled them, we made use of their technology. We took their planet first, and then followed them to the Dragon Planet and the Summer World-lovely places where the Vultures had also not been kind. We started colonizing; our hosts reproduced so much slower than we did, and their life spans were short. We began exploring farther into the universe†¦Ã¢â‚¬  I trailed off, conscious of the many eyes on my face. Only Sharon continued to look away. â€Å"You speak of it almost as if you were there,† Ian noted quietly. â€Å"How long ago did this happen?† â€Å"After dinosaurs lived here but before you did. I was not there, but I remember some of what my mother’s mother’s mother remembered of it.† â€Å"How old are you?† Ian asked, leaning toward me, his brilliant blue eyes penetrating. â€Å"I don’t know in Earth years.† â€Å"An estimate?† he pressed. â€Å"Thousands of years, maybe.† I shrugged. â€Å"I lose track of the years spent in hibernation.† Ian leaned back, stunned. â€Å"Wow, that’s old,† Jamie breathed. â€Å"But in a very real sense, I’m younger than you,† I murmured to him. â€Å"Not even a year old. I feel like a child all the time.† Jamie’s lips pulled up slightly at the corners. He liked the idea of being more mature than I was. â€Å"What’s the aging process for your kind?† Doc asked. â€Å"The natural life span?† â€Å"We don’t have one,† I told him. â€Å"As long as we have a healthy host, we can live forever.† A low murmur-angry? frightened? disgusted? I couldn’t tell-swirled around the edges of the cave. I saw that my answer had been unwise; I understood what these words would mean to them. â€Å"Beautiful.† The low, furious word came from Sharon’s direction, but she hadn’t turned. Jamie squeezed my hand, seeing again in my eyes the desire to bolt. This time I gently pulled my hand free. â€Å"I’m not hungry anymore,† I whispered, though my bread sat barely touched on the counter beside me. I hopped down and, hugging the wall, made my escape. Jamie followed right behind me. He caught up to me in the big garden plaza and handed me the remains of my bread. â€Å"It was real interesting, honest,† he told me. â€Å"I don’t think anyone’s too upset.† â€Å"Jeb put Doc up to this, didn’t he?† â€Å"You tell good stories. Once everyone knows that, they’ll want to hear them. Just like me and Jeb.† â€Å"What if I don’t want to tell them?† Jamie frowned. â€Å"Well, I guess then†¦ you shouldn’t. But it seems like you don’t mind telling me stories.† â€Å"That’s different. You like me.† I could have said, You don’t want to kill me, but the implications would have upset him. â€Å"Once people get to know you, they’ll all like you. Ian and Doc do.† â€Å"Ian and Doc do not like me, Jamie. They’re just morbidly curious.† â€Å"Do so.† â€Å"Ugh,† I groaned. We were to our room by now. I shoved the screen aside and threw myself onto the mattress. Jamie sat down less forcefully beside me and looped his arms around his knees. â€Å"Don’t be mad,† he pleaded. â€Å"Jeb means well.† I groaned again. â€Å"It won’t be so bad.† â€Å"Doc’s going to do this every time I go in the kitchen, isn’t he?† Jamie nodded sheepishly. â€Å"Or Ian. Or Jeb.† â€Å"Or you.† â€Å"We all want to know.† I sighed and rolled onto my stomach. â€Å"Does Jeb have to get his way every single time?† Jamie thought for a moment, then nodded. â€Å"Pretty much, yeah.† I took a big bite of bread. When I was done chewing, I said, â€Å"I think I’ll eat in here from now on.† â€Å"Ian’s going to ask you questions tomorrow when you’re weeding the spinach. Jeb’s not making him-he wants to.† â€Å"Well, that’s wonderful.† â€Å"You’re pretty good with sarcasm. I thought the parasites-I mean the souls-didn’t like negative humor. Just the happy stuff.† â€Å"They’d learn pretty quick in here, kid.† Jamie laughed and then took my hand. â€Å"You don’t hate it here, do you? 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So much of the grain was appropriated for use by the PLA that the Tibetans did not have enough to eat. By June of 1956, the ethnic Tibetan people of Amdo and Kham were up in arms. As more and more farmers were stripped of their land, tens of thousands organized themselves into armed resistance groups  and began to fight back. Chinese army reprisals grew increasingly brutal and included wide-spread abuse of Tibetan Buddhist monks and nuns. China alleged that many of the monastic Tibetans acted as messengers for the guerrilla fighters. The Dalai Lama visited India in 1956  Ã¢â‚¬â€¹and admitted to Indian Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru that he was considering asking for asylum. Nehru advised him to return home, and the Chinese Government promised that communist reforms in Tibet would be postponed and that the number of Chinese officials in Lhasa would be reduced by half. Beijing did not follow through on these pledges. By 1958, as many as 80,000 people had joined the Tibetan resistance fighters. Alarmed, the Dalai Lamas government sent a delegation to Inner Tibet to try and negotiate an end to the fighting. Ironically, the guerrillas convinced the delegates of the righteousness of the fight, and Lhasas representatives soon joined in the resistance! Meanwhile, a flood of refugees and freedom fighters moved into Lhasa, bringing their anger against China with them. Beijings representatives in Lhasa kept careful tabs on the growing unrest within Tibets capital city. March  1959 - The Uprising Erupts in Tibet Proper Important religious leaders had disappeared suddenly in Amdo and Kham, so the people of Lhasa were quite concerned about the safety of the Dalai Lama. The peoples suspicions, therefore, were raised immediately when the Chinese Army in Lhasa invited His Holiness to watch a drama at the military barracks on March 10, 1959. Those suspicions were reinforced by a none-too-subtle order, issued to the head of the Dalai Lamas security detail on March 9, that the Dalai Lama should not bring along his bodyguards. On the appointed day, March 10, some 300,000 protesting Tibetans poured into the streets and formed a massive human cordon around  Norbulingkha, the Dalai Lamas Summer Palace, to protect him from the planned Chinese abduction. The protestors stayed for several days, and calls for the Chinese to pull out of Tibet altogether grew louder each day. By March 12, the crowd had begun to barricade the streets of the capital, while both armies moved into strategic positions around the city and began to reinforce them. Ever the moderate, the  Dalai Lama  pleaded with his people to go  home  and sent placatory letters to the Chinese PLA commander in Lhasa. When the PLA moved artillery into  the range  of the Norbulingka, the Dalai Lama agreed to evacuate the building. Tibetan troops prepared a secure escape route out of the besieged capital on March 15. When two artillery shells struck the palace two days later, the young Dalai Lama and his ministers began the arduous 14-day trek over the Himalayas  for  India. On March 19, 1959, fighting broke out in earnest in Lhasa. The Tibetan army fought bravely, but they were vastly outnumbered by the PLA. In addition, the Tibetans had antiquated weapons. The firefight lasted just two days. The Summer Palace, Norbulingka, sustained over 800 artillery shell strikes that killed an unknown number of people inside; the major monasteries were bombed, looted and burned. Priceless Tibetan Buddhist texts and works of art were piled in the streets and burned. All remaining members of the Dalai Lamas bodyguard corps were lined up and publicly executed, as were any Tibetans discovered with weapons. In all, some 87,000 Tibetans were killed, while another 80,000 arrived in neighboring countries as refugees. An unknown number tried to  flee  but did not make it. In fact, by the time of the next regional census, a total of about 300,000 Tibetans were missing - killed, secretly jailed, or gone into exile. Aftermath of the 1959 Tibetan Uprising Since the 1959 Uprising, the central government of China has been steadily tightening its grip on the Tibet. Although Beijing has invested in infrastructure improvements for the region, particularly in Lhasa itself, it has also encouraged thousands of ethnic Han Chinese to move to Tibet. In fact, Tibetans have been swamped in their own capital; they now constitute a minority of the population of Lhasa. Today, the Dalai Lama continues to head the Tibetan government-in-exile from Dharamshala, India. He advocates increased autonomy for Tibet, rather than full independence, but the Chinese government generally refuses to negotiate with him. Periodic unrest still sweeps through Tibet, especially around important dates such as March 10 to 19 - the anniversary of the 1959 Tibetan Uprising.

How To Conjugate Beber and Other Regular -er Verbs in Spanish

How To Conjugate Beber and Other Regular -er Verbs in Spanish The conjugation of beber (to drink) is shown here as an example of how to conjugate regular verbs ending in -er. Note that the most common -er verbs - among them ser, haber, tener, and hacer - are irregular and need to be learned separately. Infinitive of Beber Beber (to drink) Gerund of Beber bebiendo (drinking) Participle of Beber bebido (drunk) Present Indicative of Beber yo bebo, tà º bebes, usted/à ©l/ella bebe, nosotros/as bebemos, vosotros/as bebà ©is, ustedes/ellos/ellas beben (I drink, you drink, he drinks, etc.) Preterite of Beber yo bebà ­, tà º bebiste, usted/à ©l/ella bebià ³, nosotros/as bebimos, vosotros/as bebisteis, ustedes/ellos/ellas bebieron (I drank, you drank, she drank, etc.) Imperfect Indicative of Beber yo bebà ­a, tà º bebà ­as, usted/à ©l/ella bebà ­a, nosotros/as bebà ­amos, vosotros/as bebà ­ais, ustedes/ellos/ellas bebà ­an (I used to drink, you used to drink, he used to drink, etc.) Future Indicative of Beber yo beberà ©, tà º bebers, usted/à ©l/ella beber, nosotros/as beberemos, vosotros/as beberà ©is, ustedes/ellos/ellas bebern (I will drink, you will drink, he will drink, etc.) Conditional of Beber yo beberà ­a, tà º beberà ­as, usted/à ©l/ella beberà ­a, nosotros/as beberà ­amos, vosotros/as beberà ­ais, ustedes/ellos/ellas beberà ­an (I would drink, you would drink, she would drink, etc.) Present Subjunctive of Beber que yo beba, que tà º bebas, que usted/à ©l/ella beba, que nosotros/as bebamos, que vosotros/as bebis, que ustedes/ellos/ellas beban (that I drink, that you drink, that she drink, etc.) Imperfect Subjunctive of Beber que yo bebiera (bebiese), que tà º bebieras (bebieses), que usted/à ©l/ella bebiera (bebiese), que nosotros/as bebià ©ramos (bebià ©semos), que vosotros/as bebierais (bebieseis), que ustedes/ellos/ellas bebieran (that I drank, that you drank, that he drank, etc.) Imperative of Beber bebe (tà º), no bebas (tà º), beba (usted), bebamos (nosotros/as), bebed (vosotros/as), no bebis (vosotros/as), beban (ustedes) (drink, dont drink, drink, lets drink, etc.) Compound Tenses of Beber The perfect tenses are made by using the appropriate form of haber and the past participle, bebido. The progressive tenses use estar with the gerund, bebiendo. Sample Sentences Showing Conjugation of Beber and Other Regular -er Verbs Regular -er verbs used in these sentences include beber, comer (to eat), deber (to owe or be obligated) and vender (to sell). No piensan en quà © van a comer, quà © van a beber o quà © ropa se van a poner. (They dont think about what they are going to eat, what they are going to drink or what clothes they are going to put on. Infinitive. Although poner is also an -er  verb,  it is highly irregular.) Debes tener cuidado cuando cruces calles o entradas de estacionamientos. (You should be careful when you cross streets or parking-lot entrances. Present indicative.) Bebo demasiado cuando estoy nerviosa. (I drink too much when Im nervous. Present indicative.) Hemos vendido los dos coches a nuestros hijos. (We have sold the two cars to our children. Present perfect.) Los nià ±os han comido, pero no recuerdo quà ©. (The children have eaten, but I dont remember what. Present perfect.) Tengo miedo que estemos vendiendo nuestra alma al diablo. Im afraid were selling our soul to the devil. Gerund  used for the present progressive subjunctive.) Por primera vez los estadounidenses estn bebiendo ms agua que refrescos, muestra un estudio reciente. (For the first time, U.S. residents are drinking more water than soft drinks, a recent study shows. Gerund used for the present progressive indicative) Se comparà ³ la cantidad de agua que bebieron las ratas en la fase 1 contra la que bebieron en la fase 2. (The amount of water that the rats drank in the first phase was compared with what they drank in the second phase. Preterite.) Yo debà ­a mucho a aquella mujer. (I owed a lot to that woman. Imperfect.) Con 40 pesos comà ­amos todo el dà ­a. (With 40 pesos we ate all day. Imperfect.) Creo que comerà © sushi todos los dà ­as. (I think I will eat sushi every day. Future.) Maà ±ana venderemos todos estos secretos y nos haremos ricos. (Tomorrow we will sell all these secrets and make ourselves rich. Future.) Si produjà ©ramos a mayor escala venderà ­amos ms. (If we were to produce on a larger scale we would sell more. Conditional.) Le escribià ³ un curioso mensaje a la actriz: Me beberà ­a el agua de tu baà ±era. (He wrote a strange message to the actress: I would drink your bathtub water.) No soy sexista, pero no creo que las mujeres deban hablar de fà ºtbol americano. (Im not a sexist, but I dont think that women should talk about football. Present subjunctive.) Hay muchos trucos para que los nià ±s se coman las verduras. (There are many trucks for getting kids to eat their vegetables. Present subjunctive.) Se la dio a sus amigos para que bebieran. (She gave it to her friends for them to drink. Imperfect subjunctive.) Por seguridad, no bebas hasta perder la conciencia. (To be safe, dont drink until you lose consciousness. Imperative.)

Ideal Healthcare System Research Paper Example | Topics and Well Written Essays - 1250 words

Ideal Healthcare System - Research Paper Example There is intense poverty in this country. There have been epidemics of HIV/AIDS, malaria and famine. The life expectancy is under 45 years for men and 47 years for women. The country has large mineral mines operated by large multinational companies. At present the United Nations operates several programs that aim to place the country on a proper agricultural footing so that it may begin to relieve an ongoing history of famine. Overview of African Health Care A review of the 2009 article abstracts from the WHO Infodigest of Health Systems and Health Services provides a small glance of some of the problems the African countries face, in comparison to healthcare systems of developing countries (WHO, 2009). The articles detail such topics as the serious brain drain of healthcare professionals leaving Africa, the costs of medicines, government transparency, water supply, disposal of waste material, and the (successful) formation of community advisory boards. In general, the production of health for a country's citizens has been shown to depend on the country's income, education, and lifestyle factors (p.. 90). But it does not continue to improve as these factors increase. As a country's Gross National Income (GNI) increase, there is a point in which its GNI becomes less and less effective in improving health (90). This explains why the United States may have high medical expenditure levels per capital but not much better outcome (87). Kabila reflects the other African countries, it does not have a high GPD and most of its population live outside urban areas. What would the ideal health system be for a country such as Kabila, which like Malawi, showed the percent of GDP that spent on health rose from 6.1 in 2000 to 9.9 in 2007 (WHO, 2010b)? Total government spending on health was 59.7% in 2007 compared to private expenditure which was 40.3. But outside resources on health spending represented 59.9% of the total. Kabila's life expectancy rate was (M/F) 46/48 in 2000 a nd rose to 52/54 in 2007. In developing countries the life expectancy rates are generally in the 40s and 50s, whereas in the developing countries they are in mid-60s reaching through the 70s (WHO, 2010b). Compounding the problem was that Kabila had a child mortality rate of 96 deaths of children per 1000 live births dying under 5 years of age. Cultural Competence Culture should be defined broadly. In the case of Kabila it should include members of all the various ethnic tribes, members of all religions, and it should reach all economic classes from the poor to the high income. There should be no stigma placed or recognized on the status of women or diseased populations. By appreciating the wide expanse of culture in Kabila, access to care for all can be accepted as a necessary vehicle of the general medical delivery plan. Culture beliefs should be understood and appreciated and made part of the medical services. If there are certain habits which women have in regard to childbirth or personal physical being, they should be understood and absorbed by the medical services. Kabila citizens have their own health beliefs and ideas. They have ways of viewing the family structure and the status of women. These cultural beliefs should be understood and then merged into the medical service. The life expectancy of Kabila is quite low in comparison to other countries. Strategic policy principles would have to developed regarding