... People always deal with stress everyday. I am no exception and either is the future. Coworkers cheery and happy enters my thoughts when dreaming of the future. Miscommunications and misunderstandings are unheard of. Every individual is nice to each other and no one is ever upset. Work atmosphere is quiet and peaceful. People respecting each one's own opinion. Every day people are on time and punctual. Work is done on time with no excuses for late work. The future is full of coworkers' being angry and disgruntled. Miscommunications and misunderstandings are a part of life. No individual is ever nice to everyone all of the time. People upset with oth ...
... one small drink and returned to his waiting seat in the bedroom. These rituals and set patterns were something that had always given Bradley a structure in his life, they had always maintained themselves as an unwavering constant. But most importantly, they were carried out slowly, and in the current times of speed and fast results, it was very reassuring to be able to take time to go through the routines which had been a part of Bradley's life for at least fifteen years, now. Bradley savoured his drink, choosing to drink it very slowly, as if in an attempt to slow down time. Bradley tried again to put words to the page, typing away furiously (certainly th ...
... saw the size of the room, our mouths dropped. The thought of how we would squeeze eight girls in one room with two twin beds went through our minds. Mary spoke up and said, "It won't be that bad, some of us will just have to sleep on the floor." Despite her effort her words did not comfort me much. How my parents would react to our situation was all I could think. Even the poor accommodations could not put a damper on our high spirits. No sooner than we had put our bags down, we changed into our bathing suits on and were on our way to the beach. We spent what was left of the afternoon baking our bodies in the early April sun. When the sun went down it was t ...
... get better at basketball by staying after practice and working on my weaknesses. I will do anything to improve. Self-discipline is another key in my goal to achieve. Self-discipline is a matter of how hard I am willing to work when no one else is watching or grading me. I must discipline myself to keep my focus and maintain a positive outlook that is sometimes difficult in the life of a teenager. I determine my performance by my attitude. No one ever gets anywhere by being negative. I also make sure that I involve myself with people and an environment that will help me, instead of bring me down. The most important reason why I do not fail regularly is becaus ...
... brick building that looked like the size of two football fields put together. This made me even more nervous. Inside the gigantic school, I felt like a midget compared to the older kids, who seemed like giants. Finding the rooms where my classes were being taught was like solving a maze. The building had three stories and each level had over twelve classrooms. I had a different teacher for each class, unlike Oxford Middle School where I had only a couple of teachers. The teachers did not seem as gentle and caring as the teachers did in middle school. I only had five short minutes to change classes. When the rapid, booming bell rang for one class to end, i ...
... who had him as a teacher said he pushed hard but treated them with respect. Not only was he held in high esteem by his students, but with some of his colleagues as well. In his spare time—he coached kids’ swimming and the debate team. He was a favorite man because his life was intertwined with so many others. He was like your best friend and your father, all in one. He spent his time away from work with family and friends. Mr. Wang died of a heart attack in his classroom. Everyone was shocked. We felt sorry and sad to lose such a wonderful and caring human being. Nineteen years past, we still remember his smiling face and his wise eye ...
... her. She suddenly heard in the distance what sounded like a firebell ringing. She closed her eyes, to scared to look. All sound subsided, except for the bell. She dared a peek through her eyes, to see her bedroom. She was safe, at least for now. Her mother opened the door, slowly. She smiled and said, "So, you're awake, sleepyhead. Listen, Julie is here, time for school, summer vacation's over." As her mother left, she got out of bed. She got out from her covers, and she noticed a few small scrapes on her leg. She thought that she must have cut herself on the way home the day before. She quickly got dressed, and walked out the front door ...
... by making more trade between these two countries. The last reason is because he helped the development of the economic in Asia grew faster. For example, he discovered a faster and safer way to go to Asia from Europe. This way made more business people invest their money to Asia. As the results of these facts, Marco Polo became the first person I wish to meet. Galileo Galilei, an outstanding scientist in mid fifteenth century is the second person I would like to meet. Galilei is not just a physicist according to the resource I found, he however is also a astronomer. His ability to manage time to do good job on both fields of physic and astronomy becam ...
... where was the road? I never quite figured that out at the time and the exact meaning of "Get your kicks on Route 66" eluded me too. I remember browsing through a book in a bookstore, Route 66 - The Mother Road by Michael Wallis, and being fascinated by the pictures, the small towns, the old gas stations, the hamburger joints and the old signs. This was what had always fascinated me on the road too, more than the National Parks, Disneyland and the skyscrapers together! I finally bought the book last year and the Route 66 mystery started to unfold. My wife and I took a road trip from Phoenix to Detroit last June but due to time concerns had to pass up on most of the ...
... the meantime, my dad backed the boat into the salty murky water as I got the boat ready for our day long journey. I set the navigation system to a favorite fishing spot of ours which was about twenty-five miles out called the Pelican Flats. We headed out on the gently, quiet, rolling blue monster's back as our twenty-two foot vessel handled the one to two foot ocean swells with sheer ease. Finally, after an hour long haul, and fifteen fishing minutes later, we ran into our first sign of action. "Fish on starboard!!" screamed my younger brother. "Fish on stern, grab 'em!", bellowed by dad from the steering wheel. Instinctly, my brother and I had qu ...
