A Day At The Beach
.... edge where the waves crash upon the beach, making the white sand brown
and hard. I sit down on the sand, panting after my enormous effort. Something
troubling pulls at the edge of my mind, but I ignore it. A wave rolls up to
the beach, crashing around me, wetting me hot body. I dig my body into the
moistened ground, covering my legs and arms with the cool, wet sand. I hear my
mom calling to me to come up to the umbrella. I turn back to look at her, as I
do so the little thing at the edge of my mind suddenly dawns on me. I made it
out to the water, now I must make my way back.
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Creative Writing: A Night Fishing
.... like the most fun. Sometimes it was hanging out and
eating ice cream all night. Other times we would go tick someone off by tee-
peeing their house. And yes, there were even times when we would go fishing at
this lake that was out in the middle of nowhere. We called this lake the back-
lake because it was the lake way in the back of the golf course. One night (a
friends name) and I had an experience there that would shake us up for a long
time to come.
The night started out like a lot of other nights. First we went to go eat some
ice-cream from Foster-Freeze, then we would get on our bicycles and pedal our
little butts al .....
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How To Enjoy Reading A Novel
.... to the
student, the student may hurry to finish the novel and by the extent to which
the novel is studied.
The joy of reading a novel is lost when a novel is not of interest to
the reader because the reader would not be able to relate to any of the
characters, and would therefore not be able to fully imagine what the author
intended to be imagined at a particular moment in the novel. Not being able to
imagine in a novel does not allow the novel to be read properly which further
causes the reader to lose interest in the novel. Also, if the novel is not of
interest to the student, he may not even bother to read the book, ho .....
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Books; Life Long Friends
.... was hard to
tell us apart. We were both round bodied and a bit out of shape. But I always
saw Belle in a jovial light. She had a merry way about her, and her laugh was
infectious; it reminded me if Christmas bells, tingly, jingling and warm. I
miss her. She was happy, giving and warm. Upon reflection, these are the
attributes I look for in friends.
Rachelle holds a special place in my heart. I work with her and have
found her to be a superb listener and always seems to know how to dole out the
right advice. It seems no issue is too large to solve, and I would love to
duplicate her upbeat nature in me. It was our mutual in .....
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My First Job At Buzzy's Diner
.... by molding. The bottom
four feet of the walls consist of wood paneling that matches the benches. The
top half is covered with an ugly brown wallpaper that reminds me of the
wallpaper in my grandmother's house. The wallpaper usually goes unnoticed
because most of it is covered up with other stuff. Hanging on the wall behind
the counter there is a collection of old frying pans and various outdated wooden
cooking utensils. On the other walls there are mirrors, wildlife sketches,
black and white photographs of the diner from when it first opened 40 years ago,
and plagues that the owner received from the local volunteer fire departm .....
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Person Essay On Charles
.... before I
realized he had fallen asleep and went to sleep myself. On Monday on school I
saw Charles and asked him how his itching disease was. He just looked at me
grinned and chuckled. That's when I realized he had pulled a fast one on me.
It didn't take me long to realize that Charles had some crazy antics up
his sleeve. At another party Charles, Lisa , Dan and I sat in a room talking.
Lisa and Dan were drinking and were drunk. Charles and I were not. Dan started
flipping out by yelling and screaming that the radio, which was on 2 at the
most, was to loud. Charles knew that Dan was drunk and decided to play with his
he .....
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Personal Writing: Devon
.... and it's not hard for him to make friends. Almost everyone in the
shop know who he is. If he sees someone he doesn't know he'll go up and talk to
them.
Devon told me why he dressed the way he does, "I do it to show people
that everyone is different and to like them for who they are." Devon does not
take a look at anybody and judge them for that one look. When he meets someone
he automatically likes them, once he gets to know them he makes his decision not
to like them if that's the case. As Devon lit up a cigarette and took a puff he
told me about some of his life.
"I haven't dressed like this all of my life. One day I got .....
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Personal Writing: Disaster Hits Village !
.... "It's an earthquake". I ran
towards the house, but I never got inside. All of a sudden something fell in my
head, and I passed out. The next thing I now I'm laying in my bed. I get up and
looks out the window. Everything so far I can see is destroyed, except from our
house. It was built on solid ground. The earthquake had filled the village with
water. It took years to restore the village.
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Creative Writing: Equality
.... scientist and I have
discovered." The more he said the more I wanted to hear. I wanted to shout to
make him blurt it out, but it was impossible to speed him up, attention was the
reason why he became a scientist. He didn't care about the effects of his
discoveries, as long as he packed the expo center the next weekend. "The quest
toward perfection is finally over. Your unborn children now have the
opportunity to be everything you ever wanted them to be!" A large blue vein
slowly became visible through his cherry red forehead. "Birth defects are a
thing of the past." Suddenly the severity of the situation slammed into .....
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Personal Writing: My Senior Prom
.... a tart smell, compared to their fleshy counterparts. My
taste buds watered, but nothing could compare to the next course I was about to
see.
After devouring the hors d'oeurves, the main course was set before us.
The arrangements of Chinese styled meats, rice, and vegetables were scrumptious.
The roasted chicken with its dry skin was covered by an orange sauce with green
onions glued to the surface of the sauce. The rice, darkened to the color of
light brown, housed the pieces of yellow and white scrambled egg, the cubed
pieces of salted, cured ham, and shreds of imitation shrimp meat. The stir
fried vegetables were made up o .....
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My Summer As A Counselor In Traing At Camp Morasha
.... or with not going to sleep.
I soon realized that however insane these kids seemed to be, they were
not as unreasonable as I had originally thought. They just had to be given
suitable reasons or alternatives. And it was up to me to come up with these
reasons and alternatives. I knew that I could not adhere to conventional wisdom
while dealing with these kids, so I tried to be a little creative. I taught
them card games, which they ended up enjoying more than indoor baseball and
hockey. The showering problem was solved when I promised anyone who showered an
extended bedtime. Never before had I seen ten year olds stand i .....
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Want To Be A Canadian?
.... : I guess you know how you should deal with them. Try not to
like them and complain a little bit about them.
University & College : Change your major at least 3 times.
Hockey : watch it and be able to name at lease three Canucks players.
Coffee : Have some coffee in the morning at school or at work and you
know from where.
Summer : If it's a sunny day, go to a beach and get some suntain.
Remember do not get a good suntain. Get some pinky one.
Dinner : Have dinner at 6:00. Do not be surprised even if burgers are
served.
Burger : Use your B.B.Q.stove outside to grill the burger, I know it'll
take more time than ju .....
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