Part one of term paper
The room is almost silent, only the rhythimic inhalations and exhalations of our breathing and the indistinct buzz of the flourescent light above the bed can be heard. Changing positions I shatter the silence, the leather of the chair creaks and pops, reverberating through the room like gunshots. Have I disturbed him? Quickly glancing over, I ...

Part two of term paper
... of bittersweet memories, my eyes fail to see the here and now focusing instead on the memories of a lifetime. The sweltering heat presses upon all of us in the car as a great torrent of rain hammers upon the vehicle, drowning out all other sound. You can no longer hear the sound of the engine, the heartbeat of the metal steed that has carried us this far and will carry us many more miles. The beat of the music is no longer distinguishable as beats out it's own tune on the glass of the windows and ...