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Personal Writing: My Big Problem

... she does something wrong, I can calmly show the right way of doing it. Or I could simply sit down and have a heart to heart talk with her. Ignoring my sister all the time would stop the fighting. If she does something wrong, I could let her get it wrong, and let her deal with my parents. If she decides to start something with me, ignoring her just might prevent the world war. There would be the input, but no output. She'll think she's winning, and that I'm getting too easy, and she's too much for me. Sure it could work. ...

Number of words: 602 | Number of pages: 3

Creative Essay: Boy Loses His Parents

... me out at such short notice, old pal." "Hey no problem, buddy, it's only your wife; no need to be worried or anything..." Martin said sarcastically to the dial tone. Martin ran to the shower and was dressed and in the car in ten minutes. "Excuse me, could you please tell me what room Mrs. Angela Warner, I mean Smith, is in?" "Yes, sir, she's in room 23, but you can't see her until 6:30. You may wait in the lounge at the end of the hall if you wish." "Thank you very much." Martin looked through the little square wi ...

Number of words: 1724 | Number of pages: 7

Childhood Experience Of Religion Conflicts

... that I can't understand till this day, which has painfully hurt me, was when I came back from Sweden on a cold December day in 1993. I was in Sweden for two years and I loved it there, I met different kinds of people and have learned a new language, which seemed so inspiring to me at that time. In my mind every human being seemed the same and I treated my friends equally. When I got back to my homeland, I couldn't wait to see my old neighborhood friends. It was like a dream come true to be home again. The next day I was able to enroll ...

Number of words: 1177 | Number of pages: 5

Personal Writing: Jim Thomson's House

... all of her words. Actually, I wanted to ask her more questions but we couldn't talk much at that time because we were in class. After that, I didn't care her answer anymore when Virginia and everybody decided to visit Jim Thomson's house next week. I was very happy to go out the university for more experiences especially to this interesting place. When the day that I had been waiting for a week came true, I was quiet excited and worried because I had to go there by oneself. I really didn't know how to go there!, However, I met my friends B ...

Number of words: 953 | Number of pages: 4

My Friend T.W.

... I saw him was recess, once again on the soccer field. This time we played on a team. Precariously probing one anothers identity in order to ascertain whether or not we were of similar backgrounds. After that day T.W. and myself were what you could call best of friends. Travis Walker Gerron is a light complected, red headed, freckle faced, god fearing, honest individual. When I say freckle faced, I don’t mean it literally. What I really mean is that if I had a dollar for every freckle on his body it would be palm trees and coconuts fr ...

Number of words: 895 | Number of pages: 4

Personal Statement Of Academic Goals And Course Of Study

... She had a very special talent for teaching that made learning math fun. Through drills and working math problems every day for months, I successfully accomplished my goal of making the Math Team. Not only did she teach me math skills, she also taught me how to have strong self-confidence. Having a teacher who has a true desire for education and a genuine concern for each student in the classroom provides an invigorating experience that transcends the classroom into life itself. Mrs. Morgan’s willingness to go the extra mile is wha ...

Number of words: 583 | Number of pages: 3

Presonal Writing: My First Impression Of My Teacher Miss Vicki

... a help. Nevertheless, the 2 years of Junior High passed by rather quickly. Soon, I was promoted to Senior High class. I had worked hard and gotten the subject combination that I wished for. Together with a bunch of old friends, I soon settled down in class comfortably. As fate would have it, she was fortunate enough to be my form teacher that year. I almost choked in alarm when I heard the news. This time round, however, I resolved not to cower in terror whenever she was near. I decided to face the fact that we were going to meet each other ...

Number of words: 385 | Number of pages: 2

Creative Writing: This Girl

... man. I can survive well, and I control my everyday thing. I love living alone. I am in control. I set the rules, I am the man of house. I rule my own country. She tickles me with her long nails. She scratches the back of my neck oh so gently. I get high off of this girls love so often. I met her at a symphony. She is very popular all the puppies of my society adore her. She has seen parts of the world that no one else has. She has been kicked out of this country many times. The dreams I have after I sleep with this woman are so incredible ...

Number of words: 560 | Number of pages: 3

Heilner's "Beneath The Wheel" And Me

... to let my mind leave school for a few moments. Meanwhile, just a couple of tables away sat Chris. Just as religiously as I relaxed during the period, Chris would be diligently working. Chris and I did not have much in common, but one thing we did share was our Algebra II class that followed the lunch period. Most days Chris would still be studying while I was on the way out of the cafeteria. One day in particular, the bell that marks the end of the lunch period had just rung, and I was heading out for Ms. Henyon's math class. I ...

Number of words: 796 | Number of pages: 3

Creative Writing: Friends Till The Very End

... showing up any minute. And Bobby knew that before this afternoon ended, their two lives, so entwined these many years, would forever be changed. Bobby clutched a smooth black stone in his fingers. He leaned into the light breeze, preparing to skip it across the harbour waters, but stopped abruptly, remembering that the gods did not like land removed from the island. As the stone slipped from his fingers, his eyes followed the ripples that glided on and off the grey beach where he stood, then rose almost by habit to gaze once more at the Ariz ...

Number of words: 1329 | Number of pages: 5

The Cask Of Amontillado: Creative Writing

... right near his old home. I decided to stop by and ask him a few questions hoping he will remember or know something. After about an hour of getting "I do not know. What are you talking about? Please leave." I realized this was a waste of time and decided to go. Later that night while eating dinner I decided the next morning I would go back to the crime scene to check for clues. The next morning I called Mr. Machiano and asked him to meet me at the palazzo. As I approached the body I began to feel a little queasy from last night's dinner but ...

Number of words: 561 | Number of pages: 3

Creative Writing: Destroying Racism

... and deal with what really is in front of us. When I first really thought about this, I thought, this is not Mississippi, or Alabama; this is Michigan, and it's in my grandma's neighborhood. And the thing is, their a normal family, just like any other. They went on trips in the summer, and spring, and this time came back to a message on the lawn. I sat there that day watching cars go by their house as if it were haunted or something. I guess it can happen anywhere. But this snow-covered house is still a reflection of America, white on t ...

Number of words: 1128 | Number of pages: 5

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