... All of these things I acquired traveling throughout Southern Europe, Africa, and America, and each have a special meaning and value to me. Below this array of seemingly ancient things sits the large Sony stereo system I received for my birthday this year. This hulk of machinery adds contrast to the display above it as well as giving my room high- quality sound. A turn to the left now unveils a bookshelf containing: all of my hardback books, my alarm clock, my trophies and ribbons, and most of my CD's and tapes. This storage space is really an unnecessary extra but it does help keep my room from being cluttered or messy. Up against this same ...
... black powder. Once it was almost full we stopped, and we filled the rest up with hot glue. We did not know if the glue would ignite it or not so we tested it out on a small sample of black powder. The glue did not ignite the black powder, so we filled up the pipe with hot glue. We then 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 ...
... almost didn't respond because I was laughing at a man named Hank from India had just come into my house, but I got out a , “very good, how are you?” He didn't look like, act like, or even dress like an American, but with a name like Hank it was the only thing that would make sense to me. If his name had been Akbar or Jabar, it wouldn't have been so strange for me. But Hank?...come on. What were his parents thinking. It could start a tribal war or whatever those people in India do for fun. Although I was confused I shook his hand warmly. He continued on to his room and I went back to watching TV. Then I heard my dad talking to him. I ...
... day morning arrived. was the usual I received a huge amount of gifts from Santa, which I enjoyed but my mom was not filled with great joy. Today was the day we go into Brooklyn, NY to see my father's parents. When we arrived, I was greeted by all but; I felt a huge pain from deep within my heart. There was nothing to fear and nothing was going wrong so I spent a lot of time in my mother's arms. After a while at the house my father had to call work to see how everything was going. He was on the telephone for a while but that always happened during family occasions. As the day ended we packed up our things and headed for home. It was a great feeling to be l ...
... but it looks kind of dull. This statue also kind of reminded me of the statue of the man who has his face in his hand thinking about things. I do not know what it is called but it reminded me of that statue because of the intentitive look on face. The person in the statue looks intent on reading or studying, and looks like he understands the literature that he is reading. When came back to look at the statue Sunday night when it was dark out, I saw few changes that caught my eye. First was the way the lights around the library reflex off the statue. It makes the statue seem that in was just made the day before. It enhances the fine detail even more than when y ...
... thus, I am left topicless. I could try to fool you with some far out, totally unbelievable story about how I was in a car wreck involving at least two dozen cars, including the president's limousine, and how despite having broken two legs, an arm, in addition to various other body parts too numerous to mention, I managed to drag myself out of the wrecked car (A job for the Jaws of Life, for sure, had it been any other person but me in that car), and then how I managed to haul all of the other survivors, among them the president himself, out of their cars, and to safety, only moments before a small fire that was caused by the crash reached the gas tank of one of the ...
... hope. He knew that he needed to be punished. He broke the law and whether he did it on purpose or not, he had taken a life. Bryan knew he would go to jail but he did not understand the manslaughter charge. If he could only make things different. Then he remembered his crazy Uncle Leon telling him a story about time travel. Leon was strange and no one believed his stories but Bryan was desperate. He went to his Uncle's house praying that there was some way he could help him. Leon carefully listened to Bryan as he told the whole story and his feelings. Bryan asked him about the time travel theory and Leon said, “ and now you want to believe my stories?” ...
... and teachers. The rest of us organized the activities. ren tThere other teachers, and parents, of whom The patio looked out onto a fenceda fenced play yard. A large sand area littered with small bright colored pails, and a few matching shovels, dominated the left side. ide Though a few children of the play yard. Th ere wwere a few children were swinging on the swing set located to the right of the sand area., most of the children ran wildly to and fro,There were children everywhere, like ants on an anthill. Inside the medium sized, white boxbox I was carrying were ,candy roses on sticks. The candy roses were colored red, pink and white. red, and pink, chocolate ...
... without having referrals. The other biggest hassle with the HMO's, patients usually had a co-pay, which they needed to pay as they checked in with the receptionists. I can honestly say that this was the worst part of my job, and I know the other receptionists I worked with felt as I did. Most of the patients were quite rude about having to pay this before they even saw the doctor, but if you didn't collect this co-pay the patient would never stop to pay it on their way out of the office. They would make us feel as if we were actually pocketing this money and going to luch with it. It was so humiliating at times the ruckus they would make, because it would ma ...
... flavors like grape, lemon, green apple, and orange. Munching on these tasty candies gives me a visual. I feel as though I am picking the actual fruit off of the tree it is on and taking a massive bite out of it. I experience a totally different sensation when I suck on a sour coated candy. Warheads are one of my favorites. Eating one of these potent pellets is a tortuous thing to do to myself, but I love the risk. My face cringes up and my eyes’ are squinted shut until I get every last tart coating off. Sour Patch Kids are also a trip. These little children like squishy candies I can chew ,but the bitter taste lasts the whole time I am chomping. Last but ...
