trial and error. i think that’s the way to go about life. sometimes you succeed and you feel amazing, but other times your fail, miserably and all you can do it pick up and try again. i think failing it one of the better things in life, i mean we learn from it. we
I remember when I was in middle school & whenever we had papers/projects, I would always renew those Microsoft Office 30-Day trial things, so I wouldn’t have to pay for Microsoft Word/Powerpoint.
I never knew I could actually end up going to jail for this. It was a simple misdemeanor. Oh what a grand job I’d made of forgetting my past. It’s finally come to strike me in the face. Right as things were turning out.
One trial, one free trial. You know that if this doesn’t work out, it’ll be a lot harder to concentrate on everything. You think that going back your once happy life will be easy but it won’t. This trial, once over with will never let you be the person you were before. Your time is up.
going to court, judge, gah i dont really know what im supposed to write. is sthere a diffrent word that pops up every time or just one? it reminds me of drop dead diva, lawers, lawsuits cars, suits, law
Er wünschte er wüsste, was Sache ist. Aber alles Wünschen half nichts. Er verstand es nicht. Er sah nur die erwartungsvollen Augen. Er sah sie und vestand nicht, was sie von ihm wolten.
Trial by fire. The planet gleams against a spray paint sky as the artist moves a blow torch across. So I figure it must be okay because he’s the artist. And the surface takes on an enameled sheen. Even so, flames linger and flicker and I wonder….will it stop?
It is a trial when we go on break because I lose all motivation to complete tasks, to get things done, to stop wasting me and my time. I LOVE the time off, but not time lost.
You don’t want to hear my trials and tribulations. I know this for a fact. You don’t want to hear the pain of my childhood, or how my day went, so why even ask “How are you ma’am”, when I’d rather you called me sir, and frankly didn’t even ask that question in the first place.
The trail began at the top of the hour. He walked in weary from his time in the small cell. There was a beard growing that David himself had never seen before. It grew thick, and silver, and gnarly.
I think that we as people are constantly undergoing trial. We are judged and looked at by all of those around us, and thus that crafts social norms. But I often wonder if this is good or bad, and even if it is we can’t prevent. So I guess that I’ll remain on trial of society for now.
She peeked over her shoulder. There was no sign. She could feel herself sigh with relief. It had been there for years. Following her like a faithful dog. No release. Until today.
What I put myself through when making goals and plans for the year, months, weeks, days even hours of my life. Yep I’m a true Capricorn trial and error baby.
i have no idea whats trial, you know, i think is about something about law, i speak portuguese and my vocabulary is not that good, just ok. is something like… the meeting with the judge and the loyers?
it’s happening. it’s going to come and go, and there will be phases. in this moment there will be held closely, cumbersomely, and explicitly many more.
Is this life I’m leaving a trail, will I be sentenced in the end? Is there a jury judging all that I have done in my life and all that I was unable to achieve? Sentence me if you must but believe me when I say I tried my absolute best!
On trial for stealing a woman’s shoes – diamond-encrusted Ferato designer shoes valued at one million dollars, the burly man in his late 60s scratched his auburn beard as the judge cleared her throat to read the verdict.
That was the hardest of trials for their relashionship. He got the job in Sydney, but she decided to stay. “Let’s try a long-distance relationship” she said. “Maybe it will do us both some good” she said.
the trial was starting Monday and he was just know organizing the demonstrative aids. “Every time I do this, I vow to start earlier”, he moaned. I had better get some help in here, he thought. But who will work all weekend with me?”
What we face everyday. Not defeat; but a challenge. I have my trials, you have yours. There is nothing small about them, a trial is a truth, a trial is not the end.
In the court room stood the scruffy old vagabond,standing trial for the murder of the lovely Miss Katherine. The smells wafting from his coat were putting the lawyer off their game.
Everything in her life was a trail, one she thought she was never going to win, till she decided to take things into her own hands and turn her life around. It was empowering
I once stood at trial. I did not have a judge or a jury, I was simply there to judge myself. I hated everything about the cold marble courtroom I had locked myself in. I hated the tears running down my face. I was there for a murder, my murder. I had killed myself.
I blame no one, but myself. It is my fault. I should have known that murder was wrong but I had always wondered what it was like to murder someone. Why not me? I didn’t know I COULD be punished for that.
The anticipation dripped from her pores. The verdict was coming shortly. Would she go free? She prayed for her release. She had not done anything wrong… in her mind. Yes, she surely would be going home today.
The hardest things ive encountered were my parent’s divroce and my boyfriend’s departure. The biggest trials in my life. The most painful moments i’ve lived. And yet they’ve let me grow and discover my talent as a poetry writer. Without that pain, i wouldn’t know my talent.
I was on trial for being a good friend. The rule of the new world was you were not suppose to get into other people’s business. I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut when others are getting picked on… therefore i was on trial.
Trail is a short time of trying and seeing if it’s for you or you are for it. iTs free time without commitment, it’s bill and ted going back in time.mIt shouldn’t,t be ignored. Easy to take, easy to leave but never ignore it.
It’s the beginning of a long bout pushing the limits of your existence. You muster all of the strength in your reserve, you breathe deeply and exhale fully as you push the power of the universe through your every action. You will succeed. You will satisfy your goal. Now is the moment to fulfill what you have come here to always do. Go!
There was a trial being held today. One between a man and a woman. He had wronged her more than anyone has been wronged. She will hopefully move on. He will never.
There was a jury trail. Man murdered a family. He was convicted and went to jail. He then was requesting a retrial. Got it and was proven not guilty. Turns out his son is the one who did it and he wanted to protect him. Even though he did not know it was him, maybe subconsciously he did.
A trial is what occurs when someone must be tested and is convicted. Lawyers usually speak for victims or criminals to convince the judge something. Trials can end in someone innocent of guilty.
She would not win. She would be forever trapped by the bars of society, restricting her from the outside world… Sometimes she’d gaze away into the distance, and wonder what she had been thinking, why she was so conceited, and why she had done as she had…
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trial and error. i think that’s the way to go about life. sometimes you succeed and you feel amazing, but other times your fail, miserably and all you can do it pick up and try again. i think failing it one of the better things in life, i mean we learn from it. we
I remember when I was in middle school & whenever we had papers/projects, I would always renew those Microsoft Office 30-Day trial things, so I wouldn’t have to pay for Microsoft Word/Powerpoint.
I never knew I could actually end up going to jail for this. It was a simple misdemeanor. Oh what a grand job I’d made of forgetting my past. It’s finally come to strike me in the face. Right as things were turning out.
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she walked into the courtroom, her head held low not wanting to make eye contact with those already seated.
trials are trying when trailers try to train trial lawyers, . i tried trailing a trail lawyer once and it was very trying.
One trial, one free trial. You know that if this doesn’t work out, it’ll be a lot harder to concentrate on everything. You think that going back your once happy life will be easy but it won’t. This trial, once over with will never let you be the person you were before. Your time is up.
going to court, judge, gah i dont really know what im supposed to write. is sthere a diffrent word that pops up every time or just one? it reminds me of drop dead diva, lawers, lawsuits cars, suits, law
Er wünschte er wüsste, was Sache ist. Aber alles Wünschen half nichts. Er verstand es nicht. Er sah nur die erwartungsvollen Augen. Er sah sie und vestand nicht, was sie von ihm wolten.
Trial by fire. The planet gleams against a spray paint sky as the artist moves a blow torch across. So I figure it must be okay because he’s the artist. And the surface takes on an enameled sheen. Even so, flames linger and flicker and I wonder….will it stop?
It is a trial when we go on break because I lose all motivation to complete tasks, to get things done, to stop wasting me and my time. I LOVE the time off, but not time lost.
Trial and error is a math strategy, and is often used by students in primary or junior schoo
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You don’t want to hear my trials and tribulations. I know this for a fact. You don’t want to hear the pain of my childhood, or how my day went, so why even ask “How are you ma’am”, when I’d rather you called me sir, and frankly didn’t even ask that question in the first place.
The trail began at the top of the hour. He walked in weary from his time in the small cell. There was a beard growing that David himself had never seen before. It grew thick, and silver, and gnarly.
I am
I think that we as people are constantly undergoing trial. We are judged and looked at by all of those around us, and thus that crafts social norms. But I often wonder if this is good or bad, and even if it is we can’t prevent. So I guess that I’ll remain on trial of society for now.
She peeked over her shoulder. There was no sign. She could feel herself sigh with relief. It had been there for years. Following her like a faithful dog. No release. Until today.
What I put myself through when making goals and plans for the year, months, weeks, days even hours of my life. Yep I’m a true Capricorn trial and error baby.
i have no idea whats trial, you know, i think is about something about law, i speak portuguese and my vocabulary is not that good, just ok. is something like… the meeting with the judge and the loyers?
tril can be a trial in a court of law in which you are chosen guilty or not or it can be a hardship in your life
it’s happening. it’s going to come and go, and there will be phases. in this moment there will be held closely, cumbersomely, and explicitly many more.
Is this life I’m leaving a trail, will I be sentenced in the end? Is there a jury judging all that I have done in my life and all that I was unable to achieve? Sentence me if you must but believe me when I say I tried my absolute best!
He found he could not speak.
“You understand the charges leveled against you, correct Mr. Hastings?”
Davida plunged through the door just then, breathless.
“Stop talking to him! Ivan, say nothing. His lawyer will be here presently.”
He tried to get a sense of the gravity of his fate from her eyes, but as manic as she seemed, they was giving nothing away just yet.
On trial for stealing a woman’s shoes – diamond-encrusted Ferato designer shoes valued at one million dollars, the burly man in his late 60s scratched his auburn beard as the judge cleared her throat to read the verdict.
That was the hardest of trials for their relashionship. He got the job in Sydney, but she decided to stay. “Let’s try a long-distance relationship” she said. “Maybe it will do us both some good” she said.
the trial was starting Monday and he was just know organizing the demonstrative aids. “Every time I do this, I vow to start earlier”, he moaned. I had better get some help in here, he thought. But who will work all weekend with me?”
What we face everyday. Not defeat; but a challenge. I have my trials, you have yours. There is nothing small about them, a trial is a truth, a trial is not the end.
In the court room stood the scruffy old vagabond,standing trial for the murder of the lovely Miss Katherine. The smells wafting from his coat were putting the lawyer off their game.
Everything in her life was a trail, one she thought she was never going to win, till she decided to take things into her own hands and turn her life around. It was empowering
I once stood at trial. I did not have a judge or a jury, I was simply there to judge myself. I hated everything about the cold marble courtroom I had locked myself in. I hated the tears running down my face. I was there for a murder, my murder. I had killed myself.
I blame no one, but myself. It is my fault. I should have known that murder was wrong but I had always wondered what it was like to murder someone. Why not me? I didn’t know I COULD be punished for that.
The anticipation dripped from her pores. The verdict was coming shortly. Would she go free? She prayed for her release. She had not done anything wrong… in her mind. Yes, she surely would be going home today.
The hardest things ive encountered were my parent’s divroce and my boyfriend’s departure. The biggest trials in my life. The most painful moments i’ve lived. And yet they’ve let me grow and discover my talent as a poetry writer. Without that pain, i wouldn’t know my talent.
I was on trial for being a good friend. The rule of the new world was you were not suppose to get into other people’s business. I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut when others are getting picked on… therefore i was on trial.
Trail is a short time of trying and seeing if it’s for you or you are for it. iTs free time without commitment, it’s bill and ted going back in time.mIt shouldn’t,t be ignored. Easy to take, easy to leave but never ignore it.
It’s the beginning of a long bout pushing the limits of your existence. You muster all of the strength in your reserve, you breathe deeply and exhale fully as you push the power of the universe through your every action. You will succeed. You will satisfy your goal. Now is the moment to fulfill what you have come here to always do. Go!
There was a trial being held today. One between a man and a woman. He had wronged her more than anyone has been wronged. She will hopefully move on. He will never.
There was a jury trail. Man murdered a family. He was convicted and went to jail. He then was requesting a retrial. Got it and was proven not guilty. Turns out his son is the one who did it and he wanted to protect him. Even though he did not know it was him, maybe subconsciously he did.
A trial is what occurs when someone must be tested and is convicted. Lawyers usually speak for victims or criminals to convince the judge something. Trials can end in someone innocent of guilty.
She would not win. She would be forever trapped by the bars of society, restricting her from the outside world… Sometimes she’d gaze away into the distance, and wonder what she had been thinking, why she was so conceited, and why she had done as she had…