Personal Writing: Devon
.... other side of the small table.
Devon is well known in the coffee shop. He goes to the coffee shop
about 3 times a week and tries to meet someone new every time he goes. He is
really nice and it's not hard for him to make friends. Almost everyone in the
shop know who he is. If he sees someone he doesn't know he'll go up and talk to
them.
Devon told me why he dressed the way he does, "I do it to show people
that everyone is different and to like them for who they are." Devon does not
take a .....
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Personal Writing: Disaster Hits Village !
.... solid houses. We started helping the nabours clearing
their properties.
We thought that everything was over, but no. All of a sudden the ground started
shaking, more and more. I heard someone scream "It's an earthquake". I ran
towards the house, but I never got inside. All of a sudden something fell in my
head, and I passed out. The next thing I now I'm laying in my bed. I get up and
looks out the window. Everything so far I can see is destroyed, except from our
house. It was built on solid ground. The ea .....
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Creative Writing: Equality
.... the acknowledgment of the audience, he sipped the glass of ice water which
stood on the podium and cleared his throat. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I am here
to inform you of a discovery that my team of genetic scientist and I have
discovered." The more he said the more I wanted to hear. I wanted to shout to
make him blurt it out, but it was impossible to speed him up, attention was the
reason why he became a scientist. He didn't care about the effects of his
discoveries, as long as he packed the expo center .....
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Personal Writing: My Senior Prom
.... 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 vegetables were scrumptious.
The roasted ch .....
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My Summer As A Counselor In Traing At Camp Morasha
.... to the
brink of insanity by these innocent looking young devils. These kids saw
nothing wrong with playing sports inside the bunk (and breaking three windows
while doing so), going weeks without showering, or with not going to sleep.
I soon realized that however insane these kids seemed to be, they were
not as unreasonable as I had originally thought. They just had to be given
suitable reasons or alternatives. And it was up to me to come up with these
reasons and alternatives. I knew that I could not .....
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Want To Be A Canadian?
.... is wearing them.
The place to go : If you are a teenager, you should go to Lonsdale Quay
on Weekend nights. Many North Van teenagers get together but I don't know what
they are doing at there.
Americans : I guess you know how you should deal with them. Try not to
like them and complain a little bit about them.
University & College : Change your major at least 3 times.
Hockey : watch it and be able to name at lease three Canucks players.
Coffee : Have some coffee in the morning at school or at wor .....
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Personal Essay: Look Before You Leap
.... decided to go out to the deck.
"Ha! Got you!" said my other opponent, Lance, who was hiding behind the
door with a water egg in his hand.
"Liar!," I yelled at Philip. My instant reaction was to jump off the
deck onto the grass below. I had done it many times before and knew that I
would be okay. That way I could get away from Lance and I would not lose the
water fight. The water egg whizzed right past my head as I vaulted over the
railing of the deck. I shouted "Missed me!" without thinking about o .....
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Personal Writing About My Mother And Her Stay In The Hospital
.... car accident, and that she wouldn't be
home for a few weeks. I don't remember very much after that, except for the fact
that the period of time my mother was in the hospital fell on her birthday. So,
all of the family, except me, sat down next to the stereo. My father plugged in
a microphone, popped in a blank cassestte and hit record. Each one of the
children started to sing "Happy Birthday", then ended with a personal message.
My father then recorded his message. I was in so much shock and horror that .....
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Personal Writing: My New Life In India
.... futbol (soccer) field in all of India," he said. "It
has an electronic scoring board, and the surface is fluorescent blue astroturf."
This was an enormous motivation factor, due to the fact that soccer is my
favorite sport. "And the food is delectable," he went on, "They serve chicken
curry with juicy vegetables four out of the seven days of the week." I ate
chicken curry every chance I got, so this, added to the soccer field, made the
school sound fantastic.
"The weather is remarkable. The .....
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Personal Writing: My Dog Skippy
.... Later that evening my mom
came to pick me up at my friend's house. When I got in the truck she told me
Skippy never came back after her appointment. As we drove back to Golden to see
if my dog returned I remember thinking I would trade anything if I could only
have my dog back. As we neared the house I saw Skippy in our head lights waging
his tail like an angel.
When my parents decided to get divorced they wanted to sell our house
and move to separate apartments. I didn't think about it at first but .....
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Creative Writing: Jimmy Valentine The Safe Cracker
.... completely owned by his wife, Annabelle.
Two months later, Jimmy and Annabelle Spencer were married. That same
day, Jimmy threw all his safe cracking tools over the bridge into a small stream.
For three years everything went well. Their shoestore had great buiesness,
They had 2 children, and they bought a beautiful home in the country.
Everything was going well untill one day Annabelle woke up and her
beloved husband was missing. Nowhere to be found. Also, when Jimmy had thrown
the tools into the sha .....
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Personal Essay On Hamlet
.... now, I always thought he created. I say this because all of the other
morals were obvious ones that, if I had not already heard, I eventually came to
hear quite often. Until I actually went through the list of quotes at the back
of the play Hamlet, I automatically assumed that Mr. Anderson was a genius. For
I am taling about the line, "brevity is the soul of wit," in which Polonius is
talking to the King and Queen.
When I see "brevity is the soul of all wit," I translate it into Mr. Anderson's
wor .....
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Bleeding Ireland And Black America
.... a part of daily life.
The gunshots and unruly pitbull barking registers over the calm of the
wet playground. Trash strings the streets and every dwelling has an eight foot,
black, metal fence circuitously about it. Two white faces gape over the hood of
a parked Cadillac. Besides the police parked down the block, they are probably
the only Caucasians in a five mile square radius. Two companies of drug dealers
fire at will scrambling for control of a superior capital making outpost. Even
at nine o'clock in .....
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Creative Writing: Life As A Hummingbird
.... a long piece of the silk, I immediately
ascended, looking for my tree. My mate was awaiting my return, and was soon
rewarded as I pulled up to the carefully camouflaged nest. I passed the silken
strand over to her and left to find some food.
The humans are very good to us and hang tremendous reservoirs of nectar from
various limbs and rafters. The containers come in all shapes and colors but they
all have red bases. I headed for one of these and saw one of my rival males. He
instantly attacked, chir .....
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Creative Writing: The Meadow
.... turning, and twisting
around the enormous oak tree. The lush green grass grew around the tree like
hair on a dog's back. Birds flew through the radiant blue sky diving for
insects. My thoughts reflect relaxation as my mind focuses on the pleasing
imagery.
The sounds of the meadow complement the beautiful imagery, and create a
sense of inner peace and harmony. The soothing sounds drifted across the meadow
like an orchestra playing at Carnegie Hall. The buzzing of the bees feeding on
pollen made up th .....
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