Zoe Vinacco
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- Top Story - December 2017
Poverty in GuatemalaTop Story - December 2017
When it comes to the term poverty, people often view the word as a person or people living in a state of extreme poorness. What most people do not know, however, is that there is an actual poverty line. The poverty line is the threshold, and it shows the minimum level of income that a country sees fit, and anyone that generates under this level of income is a person who is living in poverty. In Guatemala, which is a South American country riddled by poverty, the poverty line is around $3.20, which represents daily income. The surprising thing is that 59% of the Guatemalan population is living below this poverty line. This insurmountable amount of poverty did not happen overnight though, but rather, the problem has been increasing for years. The causes for poverty in Guatemala include civil war, social inequality, and forced labor.
By Zoe Vinacco6 years ago in The Swamp
Weightlifting Versus Powerlifting
In strength sports, there are two main forms of competition, and those are weightlifting and powerlifting. Many people believe that these sports are the same thing, or at least that the sports are relatively the same, but they are not. When I began powerlifting, people would come up to me and ask me questions that pertained to weightlifting, or people would simply ask if I was a weightlifter. After a few times, explaining that I was not a weightlifter got tiring, so I would just say no and walk away. The few times I did explain the difference, however, I would describe how weightlifting and powerlifting contrast. Weightlifting and powerlifting differ in their movements, techniques, and rules.
By Zoe Vinacco6 years ago in Longevity
- Top Story - December 2017
The Return of the Tell-Tale Heart...Top Story - December 2017
I planned so carefully… so how can I be mad? How can you say that I’m mad when I am in perfect health with a steady hold on reality? Would a madman wait for seven nights, carefully planning? I think not. So when I say the old man’s heart was beating, haunting me, it must be so. Yet, here I am, sitting in a home for mad-men with shackles around my wrists. What was I to do though, let the beating of the old man’s dead heart slowly drive me mad? I cared for the old man but his eye… his vulture eye still haunts me to this very day. The psychiatrists try to compel me to admit I am mad, and that the beating was my own heart out of fear, but no! I do not believe such lies! The eye was a villain and the beating was its idea of revenge. But how I strategically cut the body up and hid it beneath the floor boards is something a madman would not do. Yet, I still sit here. I have daily meetings with psychiatrists who continuously just tell me I am mad. As I sit here and recall the events of my most recent appointment, I can hear the beating, like I do most days, faintly in the back of my head. As I walked into the office the chill hit me, and it reminded me of the tiring ways I waited outside the door of the old man’s room. The appointment went on calmly and I talked cheerfully, much like I did with the police the night I killed the man. Then it happened, he was there. I never thought it to be possible, but there was the old man with his vulture eye, and it was staring directly at me. At this point some might think I am off my rocker, but no! Would a madman kill so strategically?
By Zoe Vinacco6 years ago in Horror