Personal Essay: Look Before You Leap
.... off the
deck onto the grass below. I had done it many times before and knew that I
would be okay. That way I could get away from Lance and I would not lose the
water fight. The water egg whizzed right past my head as I vaulted over the
railing of the deck. I shouted "Missed me!" without thinking about or looking
at what was below me. The only thing that I was thinking about on the way down
was not getting hit with that water egg. This thoughtlessness was my big
mistake. Since I was not paying attention on the way down, I lost my balance
and landed on my left foot in a painful fall.
"Are you all right?" Lance asked me.
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Personal Writing About My Mother And Her Stay In The Hospital
.... of the family, except me, sat down next to the stereo. My father plugged in
a microphone, popped in a blank cassestte and hit record. Each one of the
children started to sing "Happy Birthday", then ended with a personal message.
My father then recorded his message. I was in so much shock and horror that I
didn't want to record anything. I was under the belief that my mother wasn't
coming home at all.
My family kept trying to get me to record something, but, I refused.
After about a week or two of my mother being in the hospital, the whole family
got in the car, and went to visit her. Being as it was a very large hos .....
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Personal Writing: My New Life In India
.... soccer is my
favorite sport. "And the food is delectable," he went on, "They serve chicken
curry with juicy vegetables four out of the seven days of the week." I ate
chicken curry every chance I got, so this, added to the soccer field, made the
school sound fantastic.
"The weather is remarkable. The temperature year-round is seventy-five
to eighty degrees," he continued with emphasis, "just like California, Rishi."
My brother knew that I loved California. He also told me that I would get to
visit our parents two times a week, which is very generous compared to other
Indian boarding schools.
My brother's long-dis .....
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Personal Writing: My Dog Skippy
.... I remember thinking I would trade anything if I could only
have my dog back. As we neared the house I saw Skippy in our head lights waging
his tail like an angel.
When my parents decided to get divorced they wanted to sell our house
and move to separate apartments. I didn't think about it at first but soon
realized I would have to part with my beloved dog. After a few months of
fighting over the issue with my parents we came to an agreement. My mom told me
she had a friend who lives on a farm and was willing to take Skippy in. I
decided if I had to let my dog go, a farm is the only place I'd send him. My
mom took Skipp .....
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Creative Writing: Jimmy Valentine The Safe Cracker
.... years everything went well. Their shoestore had great buiesness,
They had 2 children, and they bought a beautiful home in the country.
Everything was going well untill one day Annabelle woke up and her
beloved husband was missing. Nowhere to be found. Also, when Jimmy had thrown
the tools into the shallow stream, they had not gone far and you could still see
the top handle of the suitcase. Annabelle went across the bridge that afternoon
only to find her husband Ralph D. Spencer A.K.A. Jimmy Valentine dead over a
rock with his hand floating toward his suitcase.
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Personal Essay On Hamlet
.... the list of quotes at the back
of the play Hamlet, I automatically assumed that Mr. Anderson was a genius. For
I am taling about the line, "brevity is the soul of wit," in which Polonius is
talking to the King and Queen.
When I see "brevity is the soul of all wit," I translate it into Mr. Anderson's
words: "Brevity is the heart of success." As a fourth grader, this was difficult
for me to understand. I would listen to each moral, and memorize each one with
such determination, that sometimes that is all that I did: Memorize. I never
really took the time to study these quotes. Now that I am older, many times I
find myself refe .....
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Bleeding Ireland And Black America
.... about it. Two white faces gape over the hood of
a parked Cadillac. Besides the police parked down the block, they are probably
the only Caucasians in a five mile square radius. Two companies of drug dealers
fire at will scrambling for control of a superior capital making outpost. Even
at nine o'clock in the morning the combat tract roars on.
I was one of those faces peering over the car hood with horror and
revolution in my eyes. N. Richmond is a product of the same type of oppression
and violence that hacks deep into the people of N. Ireland. In the logical
evolution of an oppressed people a civil rights movement was essen .....
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Creative Writing: Life As A Hummingbird
.... over to her and left to find some food.
The humans are very good to us and hang tremendous reservoirs of nectar from
various limbs and rafters. The containers come in all shapes and colors but they
all have red bases. I headed for one of these and saw one of my rival males. He
instantly attacked, chirping his anger at my intrusion. I counterattacked and we
began a dogfight. Up and down, we came, zooming into space and plummeting to the
ground. Although he was a willing and able opponent, I eventually wore him down,
and he then left the scene. I held a precise hover as my tongue formed a tube,
then I began slurping the swee .....
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Creative Writing: The Meadow
.... relaxation as my mind focuses on the pleasing
imagery.
The sounds of the meadow complement the beautiful imagery, and create a
sense of inner peace and harmony. The soothing sounds drifted across the meadow
like an orchestra playing at Carnegie Hall. The buzzing of the bees feeding on
pollen made up the chorus. A woodpecker kept a steady beat as he drilled a hole
in the oak tree. Birds whistling, and peeping formed the brass section like
trumpets playing an excerpt from the 1812 Overture. All these sounds, and many
more blended together to create a relaxing melody soothing to the ear.
The scents that fill a place are of .....
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Creative Writing: The Missed Fly Ball
.... home. The
runner did score on a close play at the plate. The run gave the other team a
two run advantage going into the sixth inning, which was the last in midget
league. I knew at this point I was going to have a hard time facing the other
guys on the team after this big let down. It also made me decide to quit
baseball all together. Since quitting baseball at such a early age I missed on
the opportunity to take part in what could have, at one time, been considered
America's Pastime.
Once a few years later I started to learn how to play basketball for the first
time. It was just a few friends and myself down at the park s .....
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Creative Writing: The Most Important Day Of My Life
.... screwed the
steal cap back on the pipe with the fuse sticking out. We were done with making
the bomb.
Last we decided what did we want to do with it now that it was done.
All of us were in a destructive mood at the time. So we ended up going out in
the middle of the woods where no one lived for 10 miles. We found these bed
mattresses that someone threw away. So we stuck the bomb in between there and
lit it and took off in a car. We were about 1 mile away, and we stopped got out
of the car. All of us were sitting there wondering if it would go off or not.
It was about 2 minutes and nothing happened. Then out of no where whe .....
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Creative Writing: There Isn't Much Time
.... books soon enough before
the exam because he was afraid of failure. Since Eric's older brothers had
achieved excellence academic records and great careers, Eric' parents expected
him to follow his brothers' foot step. As the result, Eric was afraid to try
because he feared to fail his parents' expectation. When he realized the problem,
it was too late.
It is two o'clock in the morning. The computer is on, the coffee maker
is cooking, and I am under a lot of stress. "There isn't a lot of time left," I
keep telling my self as I watch the blank piece of paper in front of me. "I know
I can do it," I keep encouraging my self while my .....
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