... to stand atop his table. The music and dancing immediately stopped in respect. "If it's a war the Milkers want," he slurred, tipping this way and that, almost losing his balance. "Then it's a war they'll get." His statement was met with a round of deafening cheers, which soon died back down. "You are all people of war... and when we clash tomorrow, I want you to do what you do best. I want you to destroy whoever gets in your way." Another round of cheers exploded, then died down. "Tomorrow, milk will be released from the confines of their bodies... it will flow through o'er the plains like a river... and will dye the moon white!" He held up his large tanka ...
... decision, I felt as if I was letting them down, but I eventually came to realize that they wanted me to do what made me happy. I am not definite why I changed my mind in regard to being a doctor, I had the grades, the drive, and the willingness to make certain sacrifices, but somewhere I was missing something and I felt that I would not be satisfied in a medical career. So I started thinking about what I wanted to do; I went from teaching to law enforcement, computer programming to astronautics and numerous other professions. Now I come to a crossroad in my life where I must choose what to do with my future, choose what will make me happy. I have always wanted t ...
... empty room, knowing he owned some ties. It was just as he had left it, I guess, because I'd never really gone in his room. I picked the red one he wore in his graduation pictures and slipped it over my head. I stepped into the bathroom, combed back my whitening hair, and left for the office. The early morning sun shone in through the broken blinds that I noticed hadn't been replaced as I asked. I looked over the pile of paperwork awaiting me. “Why the hell do I gotta do all these damn reports?” "Actually, you don't, not today." I turned to see a man much like myself, but older and with his piece on. He was a little taller, but with the same saggi ...
... half of the party of her problems. The best drunk known to man and this party was Fred Funny. Fred is the kind of drunk you want at every party. He has everyone on the floor, rolling in hysterics. He has people crying because they are laughing so hard. Fred likes to have an audience of at least five people. The group seems to grow as everyone hears what he is saying. Fred loves to tell jokes that he’s heard all week, and make wise cracks at the rest of the drunks. Fred can often be seen doing stupid things like spilling his drink or tripping over his own feet. It is sometimes hard to understand him. he is excellent at slurring his words. if you ca ...
... friends, and continues to be the reason why I often feel depressed. Although some of my friends may describe me as being polite, easy going, and stress-free, I have many stresses causing me to become frustrated. Growing up had been no easy task for my brother and I. My parents hardly ever got along 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 d ...
... I have come to understand that everything is not easy. Once, my father has taught me that ¡§ One reaps no more that what he has sown.¡¨ I have never understood that sentence until I have tried all my best to get into a college. So, I learned to treasure all the chances that I have. Before I enter MTSU, I'm shy, and I do not talk very much in class. But after I entered MTSU, I have met people from different countries and different cultures. I have become more self-confident, and have gained higher self-esteem. I began to participate in group activities. I'm glad that I have the chance to attend college, and my dream has came true. I feel confident about my fut ...
... but smiling Julie answered, "Just came to see ya." "Well visiting hours are over," Cobi uttered as he pushed past Julie and trekked up the rocky shore to his home. His home! His home was a picturesque array of hand-crafted pillars and intricate woodwork that beautified even the aesthetic sandy ocean beach that encompassed it. As always, after sailing practise, he was greeted by a honk and a wave from his father returning from work. His father was a partner in Jones, Jefferson, and Deveau, the most successful law firm in Nova Scotia. He was able to fund Cobi's sailing career from the start, and his money played a very large role in Cobi's sailing success a ...
... would most likely look over the words just enough to understand the plot but would not go in detail. The detail in a noAs soon as a novel must be read or becomes part of a literary course, the joy of reading it is immediately lost due to the fact that the particular novel may not be interest 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 ...
... traps had washed up, and their legs were getting tired. They walk the hour trip back to Richards house where they take off their garb and empty the bags. "What you suppose are in these?" asks Chester. "I don't know but as soon as we wash them a bit and open em' up we should find out" replies Richard. Chester fills an old fish box with water to wash the bottles. They clean the bottles them take them out and dry them. Martha hands Richard a corkscrew and finishes making supper. Richards grabs the first bottle and pops out the cork. He pulls out what seems to be a letter written by hand . Considering the conditions of the bottles the letters are still whi ...
... mind. I had leadership skills and would develope them to my fullest potential. Later my freshmen year, a teacher encouraged me to participate in a national project to make a difference in the world. This was a project where I could help use my skills to help others. This project was not only about helping those less fortunate than myself. This was a project that would help build my confidence, and help realize what a joy it is to me to help those who are in need. Because of my exposure to this and other community service projects, I know that I want to keep assisting those who need help. I want to keep climbing up this ladder. I want to keep assessing my ...
