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First read the story and then answer the following questions
The Man on the Stairs — Miranda July
It was a tiny sound but it woke me up because it was a human sound. I held my breath and it happened again, then again; it was footsteps on the stairs. I tried to whisper, There’s someone coming up the stairs, but my breath was cowering, I couldn’t shape it. I squeezed Kevin’s wrist in pulsing units, three pulses, then two pulses, then three pulses. I was trying to invent a physical language that could enter his sleep. But after a while I realized I wasn’t even squeezing his wrist, I was just pulsing the air. Thats how scared I was; I was squeezing air. And still the sound continued, the man coming up the stairs. He was walking up in the slowest possible way. He had all the time in the world for this, my god did he have time. I have never taken such care with anything. That is my problem with life, I just rush through it, like I’m being chased. Even things whose whole point is slowness, like drinking relaxing tea. When I drink relaxing tea I suck it down like I’m in a contest for who can drink relaxing tea the quickest. Or if I’m in a hot tub with some other people and we’re all looking up at the stars, I’ll be the first to say It’s so beautiful here. I only say it because I know it has to be said and I’m trying to hurry the experience along. The sooner you say It’s so beautiful here the quicker you can say Wow, I’m getting overheated.
The man on the stairs was the total opposite of me, his thing was How long can I make this last? He was taking so long that I would forget the danger for whole moments at a time, and almost slip back in to sleep, only to be woken up by him shifting his weight. I was going to die and it was taking so long. I stopped trying to wake Kevin up because I was worried that he would make some sound upon waking, like he might say What. Or What honey.The man on the stairs would hear this and know how vulnerable we were. He would know my boyfriend called me Honey. He might even hear my boyfriend’s slight annoyance, his exhaustion after our fight last night. We both fantasize about other people when we’re having sex, but he likes to tell me who the other people are, and I don’t.Why should I? It’s my own private business. It’s not my fault that he gets off on having me know. He likes to report it the second after he cums, like a cat presenting the gift of a dead bird. I never asked for it.
I didn’t want the man on the stairs knowing these things about us. But he would know.The second he threw on the lights and pulled out his gun, or his knife, or his rope, or his heavy rock, the second he held the gun at my head, or the knife at my heart or the rope around my neck or the heavy rock over my chest, he would know. He would see it in my boyfriend’s eyes: You can have her, just let me live. And in my eyes he would see the words: I never really knew
ESSAY 1
TOPIC: – End of Life
Post are comprised of three elements:
1. Your own original post (OP), responding to the topic as described
1.
450-500 words
2. Your OP should be written in
APA format (see the APA Style Guide under the
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3.
Sources must be cited.
PLAGIARISM WILL NOT BE TOLERATED.
4. Write in a professional way. Do not employ text shorthand, emojis, or the like.
FOLLOWING MATERIAL FOR ESSAY 1
After reading the brief in full, refer to the section titled “Emerging Issues”. There are four categories- “Physician Aided Dying”, “Palliative Care”, “Permanent Vegetative State”, and “Denial of Treatment”. Choose one of these categories as the theme of your OP. IF YOU SUBMITTED A PAPER ON PHYSICIAN AIDED DYING, DO NOT CHOOSE THAT TOPIC FOR THIS DISCUSSION.
You are encouraged to go beyond this briefing paper to other resources. Be sure to cite your references “in text” and list them at the end of your post.
LINKS
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7958189/
ESSAY 2
TOPICS:- PICK
ONE
Physician assisted suicide
Direct to consumer drug advertising
Use of patient restraints
Organ donation issues
Personal relationships with patients
Surrogate parenting
Reporting of observed negligence
Defining clinical death
Conflicts between medical practice and religious practices
Ethical concerns arising out of the current medical malpractice legal system Ethical conflicts in mental health settings
Use this format:
Font: Times New Roman 12 pt.
Title page (name, title of paper, date submitted) No abstract
Content pages
6 pages, double spaced. Reference page minimum 5 references
Use
APA style to cite resources and references. There is an
APA guide under INFORMATION.
Here is a suggested structure for your papers:
1. Briefly introduce the topic and the ethical question or conflict involved.
2. State the arguments adopted by those who argue for.
3. State the arguments adopted by th
DIS:
READ THE STORY AND ANSWER THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS
The Man on the Stairs — Miranda July
It was a tiny sound but it woke me up because it was a human sound. I held my breath and it happened again, then again; it was footsteps on the stairs. I tried to whisper, There’s someone coming up the stairs, but my breath was cowering, I couldn’t shape it. I squeezed Kevin’s wrist in pulsing units, three pulses, then two pulses, then three pulses. I was trying to invent a physical language that could enter his sleep. But after a while I realized I wasn’t even squeezing his wrist, I was just pulsing the air. Thats how scared I was; I was squeezing air. And still the sound continued, the man coming up the stairs. He was walking up in the slowest possible way. He had all the time in the world for this, my god did he have time. I have never taken such care with anything. That is my problem with life, I just rush through it, like I’m being chased. Even things whose whole point is slowness, like drinking relaxing tea. When I drink relaxing tea I suck it down like I’m in a contest for who can drink relaxing tea the quickest. Or if I’m in a hot tub with some other people and we’re all looking up at the stars, I’ll be the first to say It’s so beautiful here. I only say it because I know it has to be said and I’m trying to hurry the experience along. The sooner you say It’s so beautiful here the quicker you can say Wow, I’m getting overheated.
The man on the stairs was the total opposite of me, his thing was How long can I make this last? He was taking so long that I would forget the danger for whole moments at a time, and almost slip back in to sleep, only to be woken up by him shifting his weight. I was going to die and it was taking so long. I stopped trying to wake Kevin up because I was worried that he would make some sound upon waking, like he might say What. Or What honey. The man on the stairs would hear this and know how vulnerable we were. He would know my boyfriend called me Honey. He might even hear my boyfriend’s slight annoyance, his exhaustion after our fight last night. We both fantasize about other people when we’re having sex, but he likes to tell me who the other people are, and I dont. Why should I? It’s my own private business. It’s not my fault that he gets off on having me know. He likes to report it the second after he cums, like a cat presenting the gift of a dead bird. I never asked for it.
I didn’t want the man on the stairs knowing these things about us. But he would know. The second he threw on the lights and pulled out his gun, or his knife, or his rope, or his heavy rock, the second he held the gun at my head, or the knife at my heart or the rope around my neck or the heavy rock over my chest, he would know. He would see it in my boyfriend’s eyes: You can have her, just let me live. And in my eyes he would
