Hello again, I am so sorry I’ve emailed you so many times but I would really really like to meet one on one with Gerardo. My initial meeting that was scheduled for February 14th, I had to cancel due to being very sick and not wanting to spread it to him or his family. Are there any open slots? God bless, Rachal Adent
I have been doing some thinking about our conversation a few days ago and have concluded that I will take you up on the offer! I just sold my old bike and now have some money left over that I can use to pay for those seminars. I am going to see how soon I can get this done, I am going to look at the dates and send my form in. I will keep you posted on the status of things as they get processed.
Monologue of an Outsider (Running on stage) I’m finally home. (Taking off backpack) I don’t want to ever go back to school again. I wish I never moved to Canada.
It was a kid-note in all the innocence of ignorant infatuation. I recall Mrs. Connell gave us a stern look of disapproval. There was more behind that look as I remember her face, but years and perspective have changed the way her look appears to me now. I knew as a kid that I should not pass notes in the class because she thoroughly warned never to do so. I felt terrible for disappointing Mrs. Connell
What if he had wanted me to find it? The little cardboard box was very damaged, so I handled it like spun glass, but when I opened it, its contents were so precious. Letters, letters written by Teddy but never sent, and a diary just like mine. His handwritten words tumbled out like the dominos we used to
Film Study September 18, 2014 Mrs. Luchsinger Aaron Herr, Katelin Christianson, and Karley Landwehr Citizen Kane This movie was made in 1941 and you’re wondering why you still have to watch it. This movie had started to become more and more popular but every time you sit down to watch it you end up falling asleep. You wonder ‘Why’ why do i fall asleep? Why can’t I get threw the first 5 minutes of this movie?
The Tide detergent bottle gradually moved back and forth, as my father’s elbow creaked, refusing to cooperate. “It’s my own way of physical therapy, you see,” my father boasted. “If I keep it up, I think I’ll be able to move my elbow by the end of the month.” “Yeah,” I whispered, keeping my voice low, because I knew my mother was shut-away in the other room. The lights were off, the door was closed, and she barricaded each ear with a pillow to block out any sound that might further trigger her migraine.
Writing process People think the writing process is the hardest part of writing a paper. I would have to agree absolutely with them. There is so much to the writing process that it all get confusing. You have to make sure you have your commas and all your punctuations marks in the right spot.
Dancing Through the Pages Reading has never been a hobby of mine. Yeah, I would read the required books for school or may pick up a random book occasionally, but I have never been a bookworm. Some books I read in class were, personally, not stimulating. There was one, however, that stood out to me and grabbed my attention from the very first page, not knowing that this book, later on, would leave an impact on my fascination of a previous decade and dance career.
Joey Fafinski Mr. Skemp 3/14/18 Chicago Gang Violence during Prohibition Prohibition had a major impact throughout the United States. The Volstead Act banned almost all forms of alcohol from the the United States. Despite this attempt to eradicate alcohol, alcohol entered the country illegally. This illegal activity led to a major increase in gang violence especially in urban areas. Gang violence in Chicago was particularly significant during Prohibition.
When I was in kindergarten, I did not have friends; my highs and lows oscillated on the approval of others who understood me even less than I did myself. For picture day, I remember being happy to wear my favorite shirt: a Strawberry Shortcake blouse with ruched sleeves. A girl deprecatingly told me I looked like a little kid. I never wore the shirt again. Although I already felt like an outsider, the situation worsened when I moved from Las Vegas to Hawaii.
Since my fourteenth birthday my life has been a series of perfect catastrophes. An outsider would unquestionably deem my life desirable, although nonetheless average. Since fourteen I’ve appeared to have it all; and if you look the part you’re halfway there, right? I say this because people who don’t know me very well will likely describe me as “pretty, popular, and smart,” which are all great attributes to have, but the outside doesn’t always match the inside. I’m not going to tell you I was utterly miserable from the day I entered teenhood because if I did I’d be lying, and wouldn’t that be an awful way to introduce myself to the individuals who hold the power to better my life for the next four years?
A Scarred Past Smoke filled the air, the smell filling me with anxiety. I heard pounding. The door opened and- "Flight 192, New York to London, is preparing to land. " I took in the unfamiliar setting as I began to become more conscious from my nap. I sat up, moving my long, brown hair out of my face.
Long ago in a land once known as the United States of America, in a time where everyone had freedoms that no longer exist today, religious freedom had no price. Back then, everyone was free to practice whatever religion they pleased. That all changed the day the continents collided; an event that was much later given the name the Collision. For a time, there was peace but even a tentative peace can’t last forever. Only days after the Collision, the Vatican City sent its troops out across the newly formed continent.
The letter gets her thinking that maybe she does love
