... way into the school. It was quite crowded , but I knew where I was headed. I proceeded up the stairs and down the hall to room 212, where I sat down in the front row. I turned around and took a quick peak at the class; scanning the room for someone to talk to. When I saw no opportunities I began to get a bit timid, but as soon as the bell rang I felt all right. We went through the motions for awhile: filling out paper work, introducing ourselves, all the first day stuff. I heard a few kids say they were new to the area, of which Brian Vedder was the only boy. He wasn't much to look at, not a soap opera star, or a great athlete, just a regular kid. Nonethele ...
... she must be suffering from some terrible disease. Mr. Kipps went on to say " Not only was she extremely pale, her eyes seemed shrunken into her head." Kipps admitted he was moved that a woman who looked as if she might be at death's door her self had made the effort to attend the funeral. He noted that the enigmatic women in black disappeared after the burial. When Mr. Kipps inquired of Mr. Jerome as to her identity, the latter was deeply shocked. "I did not see a young woman," said Jerome. She reappeared moments after Jerome had told Kipps that he had seen no-one, but again was visible only to Mr. Kipps. Mr. Jerome appeared to be in a state of some ...
... and value the knowledge I have knowing it is going to stay with me throughout my life. My children age ten and four, will see the effort and hard work that is required to be an over achiever. I believe this will motivate them to succeed and maybe “compete with mom”. With the computer information technology, it brings even more opportunity to learn a whole new area of skills. Some people have not grown with the knowledge of computers and are finding they need more education in that area in order to function at a modern pace. Whether young or old education is valued and respected. Educating myself has changed my self-esteem in a positive, uplift ...
... be any regrets or failures.” My grandfather taught me everything about the game of basketball. I remember him always sitting outside watching me play. Through rain or shine he would always be ready to correct any of my mistakes. His comments were always to work hard, and all the hard work would eventually pay off. He always drove me to watch the older kids play. He also encouraged to play with them so I could get tougher and better. I was very intimidated by the older kids, but he always encouraged me to keep on going and to never give up. The biggest lesson I learned from him was if I lost the game to keep my head held up high because I knew that I gave i ...
... pinkie-finger on my right hand was at a ninety degree angle, as sweat dripped down may face I could feel myself getting hot. My stomach seemed to drop and I was feeling as if I was on a roller coaster. The game had been stopped and I was brought into the coaches room. My assistant coach led me into the room and sat me down on a wooden chair. I began to feel very cold, and my finger began to have a shooting pain. This pain was not present before and was no making itself known that there was something wrong with. My parents entered the room, my mother carrying a face that I never had seen before. My father with a calm collective look to him. The assistant then began ...
... into the ceiling. The stairs gave off a feeling that a person has to have privileges to walk them. When we finally reached our seats, the seat belt signs turned on. I quickly hopped into the window seat and buckled my seatbelt. Soon the soothing voice of a flight attendant was giving instructions over the intercom on emergency procedures. I began to hear the whining of the engines, and with a clunk, we began moving. As the plane began to roll backwards, the captain announced on the intercom how long the trip would be. When the plane finally reached the runway, the engines started to scream as more power was wanted. Rolling down the runway all that I saw wa ...
... that those hands used to be able to do anything. Such as hold a rifle so steadily that he never missed a target. I have also read newspaper articles, about the hands that were so great they led the baseball team in an undefeated season. Grandfather’s hands pitched fourteen “no-hitters” in a role. When I hear all the wonderful things about them, I have to believe them, because all I remember are crooked, old tree trunks. I’ve always wanted to see his hands when they actually looked like hands. In ten months, my grandfather will take my small hand in his and guide me down the aisle, only to give me away. His hands have always been my protection a ...
... unit for linking deprivitors, or MOULD for short. They will not release any more information than that, as they believe this could trigger world peace, and would rather have all the credit to themselves. They are certain that there is no harm in long term mould digesting, but they state they are not 100% sure, as further tests are to be held. A man was seen leaving the A Crock research centre Late yesterday afternoon, but would not comment on his identity or part in researching the bacterial growth. With the crowd of reporters surrounding him, he seemed to find it hard to shut his car door with his third arm. People have been observed acting strange sin ...
... glaring down at me. I looked around seeing enjoyment on everyone’s faces and hearing laughs from all directions. Four people were standing underneath the canopy trying to escape from the sizzling cement, eating watermelon, and having a “spitting for distance” contest. Two people were sun bathing in lawn chairs. The others were in and out of the pool showing off. The shimmering blue water reflected the sun like a mirror. When I looked away all I could see were color spots from the light. I could hear the crack and spring of the diving board as someone did a belly flop. The sound of the body hitting the water sent shivers up my spine. A cool breeze swept acr ...
... most embarrassing thing that she could do to me, because other kids would tease me and ask if she was my girlfriend, just stupid shit that kids do. As time progressed I became more educated on why Lori acted the way she did. For me, the more I understood, the more patience and compassion I had for her and people like her. During my Junior and Senior years of school I took a class (with much prodding from Lori) which involved going into the special education classroom and helping these kids. Not only did I help teach book lessons but also how to react and interact with other people. To tell the truth these kids taught me more about myself and the people around ...
