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- 4601: My Changes Over The Years
- ... know I have changed a lot over the years and I know I will change more and more as time goes on, I cannot do anything about it, so, I might as well just live day by day and hope for the best. My past is very mixed up, confusing at least. I was always the “odd man out” I suppose you could say. I have never had a lot of friends, but ... the present, the me as I am right now. Just recently I have gotten a massive dose of reality. I do not know how, or what from, or anything like that. I woke up one day and it all hit me. I realize now that a lot of stuff in my past was stupid and meaningless so I stopped it. Some of it is still left in my psyche though, ...
- 4602: Do As To Others
- ... to catch that ever-important flight. Hopefully, this flight and the forthcoming interview would lead to a new job. And with this new job, he finally would have enough money to buy that house he'd had his eyes on for years. Perhaps he would even be able to buy a new car, instead of having to drive this heap of junk to work every day. He dreamed about how much better his life was going to be, unconsciously pushing the pedal harder and harder acting like a knife as he mercilessly cut a path through the wet night air. All ...
- 4603: Easter
- ... tulips fresh and sweet on the mind, the roses, queen of flowers, stop you with their fragrance and make you believe for one moment that you are a princess in a white cloud castle. The day would start off waking up to the smell of fresh bread rising to the occasion in the oven, then the thrill of brightly colored jelly beans being hidden all over the house. It was a ... had lots of white lace and smelled of her perfume and love. Even as a girl I realized the trouble she went to so that she could find her little girl the perfect dress. My d always pick me up and tell me how beautiful I was, complain that I was getting to big and make a comment that if any boys saw me in my new dress that we would ...
- 4604: Society Sucks
- ... life if you have no choice to exist or not… Why can’t god just give you a choice at conception…”Well Stephen do you want to be born or not…?” “No thank you…I’d rather not be around for Armageddon big man…Thanks for asking though” That is what should happen…but no…that wouldn’t be allowed…it’s a fair choice…No one would EVER let that ... there was no past to dream from, but it’s unfair. Anything and Everything you do affects EVERYTHING there after. No matter how minute ( yes, these choices may be benign in the history of the day,) But, the moment a decision is made you close yourself to so many other possibilities. Think about that for a second… No matter what you do you can potentially fuck up the rest of your ...
- 4605: Finding A Job
- ... I applied at many different businesses and got no response. However I just kept on applying anywhere I could find that would let me. My neighbor from across the street, came to my door one day and asked if I needed a job. She said that she was transferring to another department and could probably get me on at Quality Motors. I didn't care what kind of job it was ... to machine operator. In July of 1988 Susan and I were married. We bought a house in Independence and her two children came to live with us. My job required at least 10 hours a day 6, and sometimes 7 days a week. In order to makesome extra income I took an additional job as supervisor for a weekly news publication. Responsibilities included hiring, firing, checking the routes, as well as ... the product scheduling department, and thanks to the computer courses I had taken met the minimum requirements for the job. The opportunity for learning in this field is continual, I learn something different almost every day.
- 4606: The Hurt of Others
- ... at the time, by not including Fred, really hurt his feelings. By this time it was almost the end of the school year, and our class had to move on to another school. The last day came around and we all said our goodbyes. I saw Fred leaving so I ran up to him and we stood talking. As we were talking, I felt sorry for having alienated him. As we ... get together. When I entered grade ten, I found I was making more new friends, forgetting about Fred. Later I had found Fred had buried himself with crime, getting into a lot of trouble. One day I saw Fred sitting on a bench by himself. I approached him with an uneasy walk..... " Fred..," I said. " Colin!" he exclaimed. We talked for about half an hour, forgetting I had to be in class. After I talked to him I felt a sigh of relief. I have not spoken to Fred since that day on the bench as he is living somewhere else now. I still have a feeling of friendship towards Fred, as he was the first friend I made when I first moved here.
- 4607: The Old Lady Next Door
- ... first time. There’s only one thing that stays the same; her dog has these little tiny white hairs all over him and I think he grows more than two thousand of these things every day. The hairs are everywhere! That’s no exaggeration either! There must be a million of those things. Another thing that’s really annoying about the little devil is when he cries and whines. Every minute of the day, it sounds like he’s being tortured back there. He never shuts up, he’s forever crying. I bet he would bark forever if he could. I don’t think that he knows how to ... messy or left out though. She’s a real grouch if you touch any of her things. If you try to turn on the TV, she’ll gripe at you, because twenty-four hours a day, she has a little black radio that sits behind her couch and plays soft classical music. She thinks everyone in the whole world has to like classical music just because her mom did. And, ...
- 4608: Creative Writing: A Grim Conclusion
- ... least I did until last night; they fired me." He paused as though he were awaiting an inquiry from the old man. When none came he continued, "I know things. Of course I swore I’d never tell them to anyone, but, Oh well. What can they do?" He laughed softly, "They’ll kill me. Me and whoever I was talking to." Confused, Gregory shook his head. "I’m afraid I ... all prejudices and get along. He knew one thing for certain; he would finish his life knowing that he accepted all people no matter what. They were after all, only human. He would live every day as though it were his last. He turned to Stan, who looked relieved. "Goodbye, Stan. May your conscious be at rest." Stan smiled warmly, "Goodbye. Thank you for listening." Gregory nodded and strode off toward ...
- 4609: Personal Writing: The Evaluation of My Coaches
- ... high school took practices seriously. I basically had two different types of coaches when it came to practice. There was the drill sergeant type, which had the team line up in the same place every day to do our calisthenics before each practice. The team captain stood facing the rest of the team and lead us in various stretches and other warm-ups. The coach was very strict. No horse play ... coaching method during practice. This makes practice more fun. The coach is serious about making our team better, but he realizes that people are not perfect. During calisthenics he would talk to us about our day at school and tell us dirty jokes, and just try to be our friend. While we were practicing he pointed out our mistakes, but when we did something good he praised us. This made practice ... played bad some coaches would come in and yell at us. Others would say, "You guys know what you did wrong and I don't feel like talking to ya'll right now." The next day at practice we would go over the things we did wrong in the previous game. The team did not like to lose. I believe that it is good for a basketball player to experience ...
- 4610: Personal Writing: An-Yang
- ... nging!" (Children!) The sound of her strident voice reverberates down the narrow stairwell. I remember that musty, dark, winding stairwell that led to her second floor apartment in Glendale as vividly as I did the day I established a meaningful relationship with my grandmother. Through this relationship, I have come to know her as a friend, a confidante, and lastly, a woman I admire. I was only seven at the time ... a long time ago in China. At the age of seven, I was filled with righteous anger at a society that had forced young girls to conform to societal standards. I remember being shocked that day, wondering why I had never noticed my grandmother's feet before, and why no one else had ever pointed them out to me. Throughout her childhood, she labored in the rice fields of Shanghai. She ... was out of the hospital in only a week. Now, every time I visit her, I check to make sure that her feet have not grown even smaller. I have an irrational fear that one day, her feet will dwindle away. But they no longer instill feelings of revulsion in me- they are a living testimony of the hardships she endured- and a life that I have never experienced. So ...
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