Part one of term paper
I had been doing the same thing for a long time. School ..... home ..... school ..... home. I felt I was about to scream with the monotony. In the morning I could almost drive to school in my sleep. Then one day my friend Hank came and got me out of the rut. Hank is one of the most interesting people I have ever meet. A person from ...

Part two of term paper
... in India you might not have to. Who knows, stranger things have happened....maybe. Anyway I owe a great deal to him. When my dad pulled up with him I thought Gandhi had risen from the dead. In broken English he said, “Hello, my name is Hank, nice to meet you.” I almost didn't respond because I was laughing at a man named Hank from India had just come into my house, but I got out a , “very good, how are you?” He didn't look like, act like, or even dress like an American, ...