Part one of term paper
It was a windy spring day in Chicago. I stood on the bridge of Michigan Avenue looking down the Chicago river. The river was choppy and crashed against the concrete walls. The water was powerful and swayed in a massive motion under the bridge and away from me cutting threw the city. There were tour boats docked on the side, and people wa ...

Part two of term paper
... boats horns, and was aware of them, but my unconscious mind had set my listening level to a monotone pitch. The noise broke my silenced state of nirvana and sent my head and eyes awake with awareness. A red speed boat shot out from under the bridge. My eyes were locked on this quick motion. I saw the driver, he was a middle aged man enchanted by the speed and power of the boat. There was a passenger at his side and his daughter directly behind him. I knew it was his daughter because she ...