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Dusk had come, silent, ceremonious, which brought her painful but pleasant memories in the diminishing light. Her shaking hands and arthritic fingers from the passing of time were holding the record player’s metal arm. The stylus hopped, moving lightly and quickly over damaged grooves from excessive use, landing very deep in the vinyl recording. She attempted again, one of her hands embracing the other, to the point where the overture’s rewarding hop and crepitation signified the precise spot. The incongruous speakers passed a faint melody of music.
The worn brass saxophone buzzed with arcane energy as I picked it up for the first time. Verdigris and rust crept out from underneath the joints binding the horn together and pockmarked the body of the instrument. Dark pits and long, deep scratches, like scars on a battleworn samurai of the Yamaha clan, covered the keys. The lacquer had been stripped off the body of the horn, but not the keywork, which created an odd, slightly unsettling contrast between the matte and shiny finishes. I almost thought that a vigorous rub would cause a genie to unfurl from the bell.
I think you should come to Michigan soon! There are lots of great things to do here. We have the Great Lakes with lots of beaches along the coast. There is a baseball stadium and a football stadium. People like going up north in the winter.
It was a beautiful day for the beautiful game of baseball to be played in the friendly confines of Wrigley Field, Chicago: breezy, sunny, but not a scorching hot, sweat-bead kind of day. Merely six miles south of Wrigley Field, we boarded the CTA purple line el train, along with clusters and clusters of Chicago Cubs fans also getting on each and every rail car from who knows where. But, let me tell you, I was in awe; I have never been with so many true fans who knew, not only baseball, but knew the Cubs! “Who’s ready for the Cubs to crush the Astros!”
In the middle of the winter of the 5th grade school year at the Kaneland Mcdole Elementary School, I decided to cover for my best friend so he wouldn't get in trouble from my teacher. It was very cold while I waited at the bus stop every morning trying to amuse myself by sliding down the icy driveways. Ethan S., Sergio, and Grant were my best friends in 5th grade. Sergio was Mexican and a little shorter than me. He also sat next to me in desks of 5 or 4.
In the middle of the winter of the 5th grade school year at the Kaneland Mcdole Elementary School, I made a decision to protect my best friend so he wouldn't get in trouble from my teacher. It was very cold while I waited at the bus stop every morning trying to amuse myself by sliding down the icy driveways. Ethan S., Sergio, and Grant were my best friends in 5th grade. Sergio was Mexican and a little shorter than me. He also sat next to me in desks of 5 or 4.
The chief of police I am slaving for wants me to write in this journal. I’m not a sissy, but there’s nothing wrong with that either. I had no choice in the matter because I was her last option as a field agent. Jerry was on family leave, Michael was investigating a child abduction case and here I was, alone with my boss in our lonely, yet homey, police station.
Abortion Defense Author’s name Institution Affiliation ABORTION DEFENSE Abortion remains a contentious issue in the current society. Various arguments have been developed, either for or against abortion. Most of these arguments rely on the premise on whether a fetus is a human being from the moment of conception. Thompson (2003) presents a violinist fictional case whose moral relevance complements the permissibility of abortion in a moral society. The violinist example is as follows; a famous violinist has been diagnosed with a fatal kidney ailment, and it is discovered from medical records that only you has the blood characteristics that correspond to his.
I’m a fucking sentinel, my only job is to guard the bridge that allows easy passage from the north to the south. Currently I'm stationed on the south side of the bridge on a sunny day with almost no clouds with small but refreshing breeze. All of this was ruined but the events occurring behind me. A southern tried to set the bridge ablaze last night but was caught and was charged to hang. Now he is standing at the edge of a unsteady plank, with the general on the other side keeping him from falling.
There it was, standing in the distance, a tall gloomy gray-colored building. With a few splashes of blue paint added to the dull cement to add color to what would otherwise be a lifeless building. This building was non-other than the one and only Stoller Middle School. I never referred to it as a middle school but more as a prison, it was full of rules that were put in place just to suck away any possible fun from a child’s mind. Maybe I didn’t like the place because I was suspended five times from it.
What happened in Oklahoma? On Sunday 7, 1934 5:04p.m. Oklahoma was hit by a terrible dust storm at the farm. Billie Jo stated,”We just felt wind
“Hey dude, do you know what happened to that kid Waldo?”, my friend asked me. Waldo was a very odd kid, he transferred to my school in April of my eighth grade year. He had the same exact schedule as me, like exactly, all six classes and the same lunch period. He also had a locker directly next to mine, which was odd because the lockers were assigned in alphabetical order by last name, and I never once figured out his last name. But perhaps the strangest thing about him, was his appearance.
Diane Trister Dodge is the lead author of The Creative Curriculum for Preschool which is managed through Teaching Strategies, LLC founded in 1988. The article History of Creative Curriculum tells us “The creative curriculum’s foundation is based on the findings of six main theorists: Brazelton, Maslow, Erikson, Greenspan, Piaget, and Vygotsky. Through their views on children the curriculum is constructed as a guideline for how to provide the best possible care and education for young children” (pg. 2). It also informs us that “T. Berry Brazelton and Abraham Maslow believed that children need their basic needs met, which include safety, belonging and esteem. Erik Erikson and Stanley Greenspan focused on the necessity of having supported, trusting
“The girl was running. Running for her life, in the hope of finding a safe haven for her and her family. She never looks back, the only indication her father was still behind her was his ragged breathing above her head, forming puffs of air in this cold morning. She suddenly stumbles on a root, but her mother secures her fall with a small wisp of air. They lock hands, all three of them, and continue pushing themselves, desperately trying to find the others they lost on the way.
Reading and writing was one of my favorite activities to do as a kid, and it still is. Ever since I learned to read, I began to write short stories. Oh, how rude of me! I forgot to introduce myself. Hello Mr.Rase, my name’s Elena Serafimovski and I’m a writer in my junior year of high school.
