... not fall off. Then I would take the palette jack and pick up therack, and load it into the Ford truck. Loading is hard because I have to make sure they go all the way to the back and to the side of the truck. It can't be one inch off otherwise it could hurt the plants (They could rub together) and the racks wouldn't fit side by side. It's a endless cycle, day after day, until all the mums are gone. When the mums are all gone, it's a glorious feel of relief. All the benches had to be cleaned to get ready for poinsettias. Tanya went back to Belarus to live with her real family so I asked my friends if any of them wanted to help and only one said yes. I to ...
... With exceptional athletic ability, during my high school career I was a representative of my high school as a member of the Varsity Basketball and Varsity Soccer teams. Athletic and Academic Awards, Extra Curricular Activities, Community Involvement, and Leadership positions all play an important role in my life. The following titles are accredited to me: Varsity Basketball player, Varsity Soccer player, Habitat for Humanity Volunteer), Kohl's Department Store(Volunteer), DECA Club Member, State DECA Club Member, National DECA Club Member, Former Girl Scouts Member, Urban Minority Drug and Alcohol Outreach Program Youth Counselor), Church Member, ...
... ingenious friend's methods. "Aside from noting its battered appearance and its distorted shape, which, no doubt, results from transporting great weights, I can produce no inferences about its owner. You, I should imagine, feel like you have known her all your life?" "He, Watson, he. I conclude that the possessor of this book bag is a young man of a scholarly nature, most likely a teenager, a student of various academic disciplines. His eyesight is most likely poor, and it seems that he is very exceptional, but tries to make up for his faults. He obviously prefers to perform simple tasks in exciting, unusual ways, likes a good discussion, and is not afraid to rev ...
... hectic ride into work that awaits before them. But the children open their eyes to see the miracle, little as it may seem. The children hesitate not, for at any moment they know it may melt away, like their past. The snowmen are created as if God had sprinkled a little of his miracle in each of their tiny hands. Snowballs are thrown playfully by young boys, showing their “masculinity” to the girls who giggle at their “immiturity.” No one notices the shadow. She walks through, smiling to herself at the past she barely can recall. The angelic music of her past plays to herself. She wonders if the children themselves can hear the songs of the angels. ...
... sound of the engine, the heartbeat of the metal steed that has carried us this far and will carry us many more miles. The beat of the music is no longer distinguishable as beats out it's own tune on the glass of the windows and the metal of the car. Visibility is reduced to almost the end of our noses as the water sluices down the windows. Moving the car ever so cautiously, my father pulls into a truck stop to wait out . Making a mad dash through the small rivers that are forming in the parking lot, we all pile out of the car and into the cool sanctuary of the diner. We are allowed to order anything we want, this is vacation, all the rules and regulations of home s ...
... an angel because of her angelic voice. My grandmother died seven months after that Christmas, and then the pin meant even more to me. Now I felt as if I had two angels watching over me. During my ninth grade year, I put the pin on my Fremont cheerleading jacket. Sadly, during the middle of the year, I lost the pin. I was very angry at myself for losing the pin. Every time I looked at it, it was a reminder of my aunt and grandmother. I almost felt as if I lost them all over again. This year for Christmas, I received a gift-certificate from my other grandmother to the Bible Book Center. With the gift certificate, I bought a new Bible. It has detailed maps, and othe ...
... and pulled her a little closer admiring her mischievous smile. She wanted to say something but she waited for me to speak first. I kissed her hand repeatedly and looking into her dark brown eyes I said slowly overenunciating each word: "I...love...you." Her smile got wider as she replied. "You better. Don't you dare flake on me now." She lay down beside me and kissed me gently wrapping her arms around me. I slid my hands inside her T-shirt running them up and down her back and I said: "We really don't have time for this." "Absolutely not. How about the shower?" And the shower it was, taking far too much of the time we did not have. I stood shaving when she as ...
... to move everything at once with friends and family, but August became very bust. One week I went on vacation to Chicago. Then I had to go fishing for four days with my family. Another weekend I went ot a friend's house, who I met at Boy's State, to see a rodeo. My roommate, Nathan, had a wedding ot attend. Nathan worked from eight'o clock untill five thirty as a hired hand. I worked a virity of hours at the Dariy Queen usually over lunch and supper, which is when Nathan did not work. By the time we finished playing the messages game, we dicided to take our things to the apartment when we had time to go to Ankeny. Nathan and I had to by at DMACC on the sam ...
... up with a dumb look on her face and said, "The telephones are around the corner over there." Dumbfounded by the stupidity of this woman, my friend and turned around and walked away, laughing. When we were out of earshot, in a mocking tone, I said to my friend, "Hi, I'm an American, I'm a dumb-ass!" With that defeat behind us, we continued on our quest for some American money. Eventually, by wandering aimlessly about the mall, we managed to find an information desk. I walked up to the woman behind the desk, and said, "Hi, would I possibly be able to exchange my Canadian money for some American money?" With a really confused look on her face she responded w ...
... it. Mr. and Mrs. Smith informed us that they would be a little late coming home because it was their anniversary and they had a long night planned. We told them to have a nice time and they both grabbed their coats and left. Julie started crying just as they closed the door. We gave her a bottle and put her down to watch some TV. Then the phone rang and Susan and I looked at each other, seeing who was going to answer it. I answered the phone but no one was there. I said hello again, but still no answer. All I could hear was someone breathing heavily. It was loud, gasping, and very frightening. I said hello again and heard a faint, masculine voice. As I beg ...
