... causes overall dislike of the school system by students. Uncompleted homework forces many students to miss undue amounts of school in order to finish impossible work-loads assigned by teachers. It forces students to do repetitive work, even if they already understand the subject matter. The concept of homework is so ingrained into the minds of teachers that they do not see that it is even bad from their prospective. Assigning homework means that a teacher must waste valuable class time going over it when they could be lecturing and teaching the subject matter just as effectively. In the cases of larger homework assignments, teachers waste their valuable time gra ...
... The kids were working on colors because there was a strip on top of the blackboard that had the colors and things we might see in that color. The student's desks were arranged in two rows, pushed together and facing each other. There were about twelve seats in each group, so there were about 24 students in the class. Apparently, the class had just been returning from a trip to the school library when the fire drill went off, so when they came in they were still carrying their library books. The students were asked to take their seats and they did so quietly. Everyone's eyes were on Carrie and me. Mrs. Debolt asked us to introduce ourselves, which we did. ...
... to be pissin' on someone's car. And with that it was over I walked away with Ryan (who had joined me) back to his car. On the way over to his car I mentioned to him how I wouldn't have had that attitude with they guy if we hadn't seen that type of movie. I guess the fellow in the car still thought I had a problem because he pulled his truck up, got out, and got up in my face. What were you sayin' to your friend just now? You talkin' sh*t? Listen man, I said, it's cool, there's no pee on my car! Well I think you two still gots a problem over here. With that he proceeds to throw one of their empty beer bottles on the ground and then one at my car. We argue some more ...
... family gatherings were then, as they still are for me today, emotionally exhausting. Each member of this close-knit, loving group had an iron will and strong opinions. No one was willing to remain quiet, not even to keep the often fragile peace at these reunions. I was just as guilty as the others. At least our dinner table talk was never boring! It certainly would not be tonight. Because I was determined that this would be the night that I would tell my grandfather that I wanted to be a professional dancer. A rude gull squawked near my ear, rousing me from my reverie and I turned and walked purposefully back to the house, determined to find the courage and the wo ...
... economy of Craighead County contributes to others. There are numerous small businesses along the county line that sell only alcohol. Craighead is a college county. College students spend approximately $4.2 billion annually to purchase 430 million gallons of alcoholic beverages. These businesses could be run here, in Jonesboro, instead of places like Harrisburg and Truman. The fact is that people are going to drink. Why not sell to Craighead citizens in Craighead? It makes far greater sense to put back where you take out. Meaning if you earn a living in Craighead one should purchase from those there as well. If the citizens could legally buy alcohol her th ...
... pine trees didn't smack us in the face. After a few grueling minutes the trees thinned out to expose the edge of a 100-foot drop off. I could see to the other side of the river. We've decided to lay our sleeping bags down on the edge of the cliff, it seemed to be the most level surface and the best view. As we looked up we could see the stars, thousands and thousands of them. The distinctive Milky Way right over had looked like a highway of stars stuck in rush-hour I shined my flashing over the edge down toward the river bed but my light never made it that far.I Could see the stars jumping up and down in the reflection of the running water and hear the ta ...
... lady, trick or treat?" Jess opened the door fully now and beckoned them to come inside. "Just wait here", she said as she ran up the stairs and into the bathroom where Sal was still combing her hair. "Sal what should I give those two boys", asked Jess. "I dunno give them one of those chocolate things near the fridge", Sal replied. Jess turned and went back down the stairs into the kitchen to find the bars. "Are you still there boys?", she yelled. But there was no reply. Jess stopped and went back to the front door. To her surprise the boys had vanished and there was no sign of them. Fine she thought to herself at least it saves two more chocolate ...
... eyes. It drove him into frenzy, running into trees and ripping the plants and his own hair. " The Christians will die! They treat us like animals to be herded to wherever it best serves them, to die or to be converted into a life of death. The Christians will die, the Christians will die!" Obierika screamed the manta over and over, aware of his inhuman and mangled voice. Not as mangled as the Christians made Nwoye to become one of them, he was the fine and sensible son of Okonkwo. What evil magic did the Christians wield that they could force Nwoye to forsake the gods and turn his loyalty towards their leader, Christ? Still consumed by his anger ...
... It is a symbol of his love, and my valuing it. Mostly, he showed his love through things and outings to plays and musical recitals. Those times were sometimes fun sometimes tedious. But today, I have come to enjoy these types of cultural events. They have helped to shape who I am today. How do you grieve someone you hardly knew, but who is supposed to mean so much?? I have postponed the grief some what through alcohol and drug use and avoidance. He did mean something to me because when we came home from school, in seventh grade, that day in January, I was shocked when Mom declared, "you're father is dead." What do you mean?! What happened?! What do you mean ...
... of dread, that if something went wrong there wouldn't be anybody else around to help out. We both got out of the car and decided to go on down against our better judgement. The trail down was a steep runoff ditch about two feet wide surrounded with scrub brush. While on the way down I was thinking both about how bad my legs were getting cut from the brush, but also about not slipping on the sandy trail. The mile long hike, downhill, was nothing but a warm up for me and my brother who are avid backpackers and trail hikers. When we reached the bottom there were signs of past water flow through here during the winter months. Then the water would be six feet dee ...
