Personal Writing: Joining The Track Team
.... person,” and this I was willing to give. So I informed my boss at work that I would no longer be available to work in the afternoons and that I could only come in after 6 o’clock. Practice was to be held immediately after school, until 5:30 p.m., and that was only if we got all of our exercises done. That Tuesday we all met out on the track, I can remember the day. It was chilly, and there was a mild drizzle. We were all bundled up in layers of clothes, huddled together trying to be excited for what was in store for us for the next 2-3 hours. The coach’s came out and immediately gave orders; we were to run 2 miles for warm- .....
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Personal Writing: The Sightless Explanation
.... with nobody to help her out. My family and I voluntarily felt inclined to donate our time to making her life easier when we saw she had nobody to care for her. She always had a caretaker that would help her with her daily tasks that she would pay lots of money to each day. I was skeptical the first time she asked me to stay with her, because of school, but I decided I would do it to be charitable. I would go over there at 6:30 each evening and leave at 6:30 each morning. I started in October, if I recall correctly. After that second night, weeks went by. Each night was desolate with nobody to talk to but Miss Singleton. I .....
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Creative Writing: The Chase
.... a girl to ride with them. Mostly because when she would ask: what are we doing to do, they would reply: drive around for awhile. This was not something a high school girl wanted to hear from two guys. Even the slowest of females would come to the conclusion that the proposal wasn't entirely good hearted. In the case of Alan and Dan, they happened to be looking for company, company other than each other. Their intentions, truthfully, were always kind hearted. They couldn't expect every girl to know this however. In the end, most nights were spent driving around town until it was time to go home. Just the two of them, in Dan's .....
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Childhood Experience Of Religion Conflicts
.... class and the teacher set me down with an old friend of mine. She didn't even want to look at me. I tried to explain who I was but she stubbornly turned around and whispered something to the person next to her. "What is going on here?" I asked my self, I knew I wasn't welcomed back.
With a child's mind that I had, I still had hope of being welcomed by my best friend. I was going to see her after school at the same bench that we all use to sit and chat about cute boys walking by and sending them sweet kisses across the park. The bell rang and I was the first one out. I ran to the bench and sat down looking around for my best fri .....
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Creative Writing: Letter To Mom From Jewish Man During The Holocaust
.... me, and I
along with many other Jews were taken to where I am now, Auschwitz. Here
they have shaved our heads, took our clothing, and both men and women are
viscously beaten if not killed for no reason, besides that fact that we are
Jews. Also men and women are separated, along with the women being
separated from there children.
I have been told that today is my last, so I just wanted to tell
you that I love you and will always be watching over you. Please don’t tell
anyone of the information I have just given you. All anyone can do now is
just pray that this nightmare will soon be over. Send my love upon my
dearest family a .....
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Creative Writing: A Passage Of Time
.... current times of speed and fast results,
it was very reassuring to be able to take time to go through the routines
which had been a part of Bradley's life for at least fifteen years, now.
Bradley savoured his drink, choosing to drink it very slowly, as if in
an attempt to slow down time. Bradley tried again to put words to the page,
typing away furiously (certainly the ability to type over ninety words per
minute helps when you have to write as much as he does), but his mind,
usually clear when on task, was becoming muddled with concern for his many
other on-going projects. His concentration slowly deteriorated and even
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The Change
.... we live in. Looking up at the evening sky and observing
a broad expanse of thick clusters of stars, without artificial light,
breathing in cold, fresh, and pure air, absent contaminated, and seeing no
signs of humanity only solemn nature is as a moving and uplifting
experience. Too often today’s civilization becomes obsessed and entrenched
in modernization and technology that it forgets and neglects its roots.
We departed from the electric lights, indoor plumming, and
computer-controlled heated environment of our homes and began to retreat to
the wild. The previous weeks continual snow storms worried us, but we were
determined, l .....
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A Camera's Eye
.... stray too long,
I'll be caught surveying my surroundings and accused of not paying
attention. I bring my focus back to her eyes and then her mouth. A close
up of her lips would be a good shot. Forming each word, detailed curves
and slopes. I've captured the shot.
I've been told before that I see the world through the eye of a
viewfinder. I actually like that view. As a filmmaker I am constantly
alert and searching for the perfect lighting, the perfect angles, and
shots. I think that makes me a person with a mind equipped to see beauty
and art in otherwise menial things. Like a painter with his brush or a
sculptor with a chise .....
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Stresses In My Life
.... and it seemed that each time they would argue, we were in
the middle of it or the cause of it. After graduating from high school, I
left home. Since my brother had recently moved out, only my parents would
be left to live together, but that didn’t work out. My mother became
desperate to leave my father since their marriage wasn’t working out and
also due to her daily responsibilities ceasing. Moreover, she left to
reunite with her family just seperating from him and to possibly begin
exploring.
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Personal Writing: My Autobiography
.... Then we moved only five
miles away to a place I could finally call “home.” In August of 1988, I
started kindergarten, at Swansboro Primary School. In October of that
same year Mom gave birth to my sister Kira. In 1990, to my sister Kristy
was born. The next year went on to Swansboro Elementary School, where I
was involved in many plays and activities and kept my grades up with
honors. I was also enrolled in Spanish classes throughout elementary
school. Also in 1991, I was baptized and saved on my ninth birthday.
In May of 1993, Mom went through another divorce, which sent us
back to Knoxville, again. That year I got i .....
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Personal Writing: My Friend's Death From AIDS
.... to have a bill passed that would define the
ways money should be spent, and to monitor the progress of finding a cure
for this deadly disease.
Second and more importantly is the matter of education. AIDS is not
just a gay issue, it is a problem that affects everyone of us. The message
of educating our children on drugs appears to be working. The same should
be done about AIDS. It is important for sex education to be taught in the
schools no later than the junior high school level. We as a country need to
be aware of the danger of AIDS, and I believe that the most effective way
is for Congress to set up a national progra .....
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Personal Writing: Good Art
.... the movie was perfect. It was full of everything that
I like in a movie. It had mystery, suspense, and most of all it was a
thriller. I got to try to figure out who the killer was and as it turned
out, there was actually two killers which made it even better. Another
thing that was good about it was that you never knew what was going to
happen. There were so many different parts in the movie where I had no
clue what was going to happen or who was hiding where. This movie
literally kept me on the edge of me seat.
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