Personal Writing: Trip Through The Soft Soft Sand
.... along the long strait path of
the highway home we spotted a dark hole in a rock formation along the side
of the road. Being true cavers and adventurous types we decided we had to
poke our heads in to take a look around. I veered off the road in started
heading in the direction of the rock formation. Unfortunately although
driving along what seemed to be tracks I was getting myself deeper and
deeper into very soft sand. This was my mistake, traveling along a path
that was untested and the whereabouts .....
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Personal Writing: Going To School In The United States
.... responsibility of taking care of my brothers and cousins
was carried upon my obligations. The expectation of graduating from high
school and pursuing on to a prestige college came all suddenly crushing
down upon my life.
With this pressure at home in the United States, the most
significant event that I had to deal with was my parents unhappily marriage.
Receiving the news about my parents divorce brought severe depression and
confusion towards my thought on life and why they sent us here to the
Unit .....
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Personal Writing: Volunteering At Summer Quest
.... task that allowed me for the first time to use many of the
skills I had learned in my Organizational Communication classes. I had to
negotiate prices for admission, and figure out transportation and food cost.
It also taught me a lot about planning and time organization. I had to plan
months in advance, and fill in every second of the day with activities to
keep the students busy. Now I know that in the future when I am in the
real world, I can plan big events and pull them off successfully because of
t .....
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Personal Writing: What Freedom Of Speech Means To Me
.... to
restrict a person from doing whatever is their desire and in their grasp.
Any person, at any time, can say anything they want to. And for good reason.
We are a democracy where the people make the rules, and the people own the
country. The place that the government should step in is when it endangers,
damages, or insults another human being.
When the leaders of our country wrote the constitution of the
United States, they knew that their rules would have to be broken sometime
in the future. What they di .....
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Personal Writing: My Trip To Washington D.C And Arlington National Cemetery
.... though
Arlington National Cemetery is not considered art in the traditional sense,
I consider it to be a huge art gallery filled with thousands of canvases
painted with many stories from the past.
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Personal Writing: Why I Need A Car
.... to say. Even when the buses come they are
always late because the routes are convoluted. It takes hours to get
anywhere. The closest commercial area to my house is Park Royal and that
is a two hour walk away. There are no small stores and if I want milk, the
closest store is in North Vancouver, would you believe. I guess they
expect everyone to be so rich, so they can afford a car for every member in
the family (think again). Waiting for the buses in the freezing rain or
snow is so annoying. If I .....
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Personal Writing: My First Hockey Match
.... that I had to taste one. As I edged toward my seat, I
noticed Little Ceasars advertising grease puddled on top pepperoni pizza
and a frothy mug; emersed with crisp cold beer…this teased my temptation.
With only a few dollars left, and my arms filled with delectable treats, I
finally reached gate 201.
I pushed the heavy blue drapery to my side. Standing in awe, my
eyes scanned the gigantic arena. Everyone, including myself could feel the
anxiety dripping from the air. Music blared, colored televis .....
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Personal Writing: My Kiwi Experience
.... my finger go. Next, I rubbed my fingers over the seeds. They
were so close together it was hard to feel one. When I managed to grab one,
I noticed how slick it was. It was smooth with tiny bumps that were almost
invisible to the touch. My hand was drawn to the core next. The core was
spongy and felt like the fruit, smooth and slick.
Next, I decided to listen to the sounds a kiwi could make. I pick
the slice up, and I dropped it with a loud thump. It almost sounded like
water sloshing in you .....
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Personal Writing: Life In Junior High
.... was one of the worst days of my life. I
had never been so far away from my friends. That year, nevertheless, still
saw me pass with a 3.5 grade point average. Still, something was missing.
My best friends were all gone. While they were busy enjoying high
school together, by contrast, it was hard for me to make friends. I was so
caught up at leaving my old friends that being sociable seemed non-existent.
I was insecure. While students were talking about their summer vacation
in class, I had my .....
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What Is Freedom
.... who destroys precious information in which they have
spent so much of their valuable time retrieving. I feel that is just a
bunch of (excuse my vulgarity) crap. I feel people should have the right
to know what they want to know without being accused of breaking and
entering, and trespassing in someone else's computer.
I think people are just getting defensive when I seem to know more
than I should know. Like, a teacher or someone that has supposedly had
high level of training, or is an expert in a su .....
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Personal Writing: Drag Racing
.... prepared my car for racing. The
interior was stripped down to the sheet metal and contained only the
driver's seat to reduce weight. The whole exhaust system was removed to
gain that little edge of power, which is essential for racing. My car was
finally race ready, waiting to tear up the track.
The following day, our race team met up at the track. In the pit
area, we changed out our street tires for high performance drag slicks.
After a few more last minute adjustments, I pulled into the stagin .....
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Personal Writing: The Guitar
.... met up with one of my friends. He had told me before I could
use his guitar any time I wanted to, so I called him up and asked if I
could borrow it. He told me I could have it, because he had just bought a
brand knew one. The strings and the pick guard had been taken out, so I
went to a guitar store and they fixed everything for me. I was able to
play it after that. I also have an Ovation guitar, which is a lot
different from the electric guitar I had gotten from my friend. My sister
won the Ovati .....
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Personal Writing: "Jen"
.... says "Happy Birthday" as she hands me
a backstage pass. The first band just started to play and she kept talking
but I couldn't hear her. If it was because of the music or just how
shocked I was. Anyway she started to walk away and she motioned for me to
follow her. In my state of shock I followed her through the crowd to their
dressing room backstage.
Being backstage was the experience of my life; I never wanted to
leave. Everything was free and to me at the time the two best things were
I was u .....
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Creative Writing: Werewolf
.... The hunger was satisfied for the moment.
He would again be hungry, and to satisfy his hunger he would have
to rummage for more comestibles. He searches and explores the depths of
the city of Transylvania until he spots a beautiful woman in her late
twenties. He knows this woman, but of course his untamed edacity
overpowers his will to spare her. He advances toward her and prepares
himself for the assault.
In a matter of seconds he is on top of her lashing at her stomach,
unleashing a torrent o .....
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Personal Writing: My Life Line
.... house, but I got out a , “very good, how are
you?”
He didn't look like, act like, or even dress like an American, but
with a name like Hank it was the only thing that would make sense to me. If
his name had been Akbar or Jabar, it wouldn't have been so strange for me.
But Hank?...come on. What were his parents thinking. It could start a
tribal war or whatever those people in India do for fun.
Although I was confused I shook his hand warmly. He continued on to
his room and I went back to wa .....
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