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Personal Writing: My Room
Words: 859 / Pages: 4

.... on the wall. These things range from Greek swords to an unique Tanzanian lion-hunting arrow. 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 rea .....


Personal Bond With My Friends During Tennis Camp
Words: 692 / Pages: 3

.... in the beginner group which introduced us to the sport and taught us the basic skills. My problem was that I didn't want to learn the introductory aspect of tennis, I wanted to start playing the actual game. While Suzanne and Erin were diligently practicing their forehand and backhand motions, I took private lessons focusing on my serve. Glancing their way, I would see them laughing and chatting as they walked to the clubhouse for a snack during a break. By expending all my energy on the game, I had hoped that my friends would respect my ability and that it would bring us closer together. Instead, I felt they were ostracizing me, which wasn't tr .....


Personal Writing: My Best Friend Radar
Words: 343 / Pages: 2

.... of an opening lattice door, he raises his head and the rays of the sun, running through the small window, lights his beautiful head up. I embrace his warm neck, kiss his soft nose and offer him some sugar. He sniffs me round and I feel that he is glad to see me as well. Almost all day long we spend together. We walk around in the green field, strewed with small,spring,colorful flowers. The air is filled with smell of the fresh grass. I share with him all the news I had gotten up to that time. And then, finally, splitting the air impregnated with spring, we rush along across the field into the distance, into the perspective, into nowhere. I .....


Personal Writing: Changing Grades And The Consequences
Words: 558 / Pages: 3

.... other students in my class. "Hey, could you help us change our grades in algebra?" They asked. "I dont know... I might get caught..." I answered reluctantly. "Aww... come on.... what are you, chicken?" they taunted. "We'll pay you...." At that moment I began to think. I could not believe what I was hearing. I could get paid for something very simple. "Alright. I'll do it. What were your last names again?" I said. The next day my algebra teacher got me to help him out with his rollbook program. When he was not paying attention, I began to change their grades from F's to A's. Later on that day one of studens approached me. "Hey, .....


Personal Writing: My Trip To Washington D.C And Arlington National Cemetery
Words: 210 / Pages: 1

.... As I looked down upon this huge burial sight, I thought about the squad rants of soldiers who inevitably lost their lives. What questions did they have about the war in which they were fighting? Was their country worth dying for? These questions will forever remain unanswered; however, their tombs will permanently remain to remind generation after generation that some things are worth fighting for. Upon arriving home from my trip to Washington D. C, I realized how lucky I am to have the opportunity to live and study freely in the United States. If it had not been for the many soldiers who fought to keep the United States a free country, who .....


Creative Writing: A Day In The Life Of A Gnome
Words: 672 / Pages: 3

.... favorite snack. While approaching his grandmother's house, he found something to be very strange. His grandmother was hovering on an hummingbird, while picking apples from her tall twenty-foot appletree. After contemplating on this strange doing, he decided not to let it bother him. After seeing Knob approach her house, Knob's grandmother whistled for the hummingbird to bring her down so she could greet him. She greeted him with a loud burp which was a common courtesy among Gnomanians. After greeting him she also sprinkled him with some of her fairy dust. She handily carried it around in her turban. She naturally invited him in for dinner wher .....


Personal Writing: My American Dream
Words: 402 / Pages: 2

.... something to help people overcome some of these kinds of hardships. I set my hopes on becoming a part of the medical profession to help correct diseases so that people may have a healthy and better life. My father left my country to come to the United States looking for greener pastures. He wanted more for us than our country could offer. He worked very hard, and due to his effort, in March 1999 three of us joined him here in Washington, DC. Upon my arrival, I had to face challenges of language and different social customs, my accent made it difficult to communicate with others. I had to make new adaptations in order to excel in unfamiliar surrou .....


Personal Writing: The Pond
Words: 454 / Pages: 2

.... green and ever-so lively lake in front of us. We stopped and starred in awe. The lake had appeared so shiny and reflective, it resembled a finely-cut diamond. The rare and distinct fragrance enticed us. It smelled like mother-nature herself, with aromas ranging from wildlife and wet grass, to evaporated swamp water and healthy dirt. Then, the time for us to find the desired vessel arrived. We chose the kayaks, and set out for the water. Carefully, with our torn-jeans rolled up, and shirts off, we dragged the massive thing over the slope of grass and mud into the shallow stream. We then hopped aboard, grabbed the paddles, and floated and s .....


Personal Writing: My Senior Prom
Words: 775 / Pages: 3

.... The dull pink jumbo shrimp looked like crescent moons, outrageously swollen, and just about ready to bust out of their transparent, segmented shells. The smell of hors d'oeurves served to whet the appetite of all in attendance. The hickory smell of beef stood out to draw everyone near. The shrimp had a salty smell with a hint of ocean water. The bell peppers, both green and red, had a tart smell, compared to their fleshy counterparts. My taste buds watered, but nothing could compare to the next course I was about to see. After devouring the hors d'oeurves, the main course was set before us. The arrangements of Chinese styled meats, rice, and .....


My First Few Days At Dean College
Words: 415 / Pages: 2

.... best friend and my boyfriend. Even though I am up here they are home it isn’t the same. I miss hanging out with my best friend De-Anna, talking to her on the phone, visiting her at work, going shopping and going to Wendy’s for lunch or dinner. When I had to leave my boyfriend that was hard for me. My boyfriend and I have been going out for almost two years and had share many special moments together. When I returned home from the Bridge Program we pent everyday together. He would take me to beach at night and watch the sunset, take me out to dinner, bring me roses out of the blue, and just hanging and watching a movie at home. I miss doing .....



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