... else was thrown out at impact. With my feet still securely anchored, and paddle in hand, I realized that I was in a precarious position as the raft was being thrown around like a rag-doll in the turbulent waters. I felt like a rookie on his first bull-ride, and thought to myself, “I have to act fast”. I did my best to scramble to safety, as I quickly jumped out and headed to the rocky shoreline in the distance. Then and only then, did I realize the grip of death I so narrowly escaped. I was lucky, but I also realized something else, I realized that from here on out, it was nothing but adventure for me. This was my first time rafting, in fact, I had barely e ...

... New Army; it makes me angry that cowards should be able to duck out of their responsibility to their country. The whole idea of conscientious objection seems absurd to me; it is just a front used to cover cowardice. Conchies don't object to war, they are just scared that they might get hurt. They should see this war for what it is: a chance to help and serve their country, and earn some glory, both for themselves, and for Britain. The Boche needs to be taught a lesson; they cannot expect to just march around the globe, invading countries for no reason, other than selfishness. If we do not step in and act decisively soon, who knows where they will stop? How ...

... were discussing the merits of the Tyson/Doakes fight, and settled in the far corner next to the miniscule stage, nursing a half-pint of beer. Mulligan's being the type of place it is, he wasn't alone too long. "Useta call me Black Billy," he growled, lumbering to his feet. His head ducked and dodged, body swayed, as he danced on his toes, shooting lefts and rights at an imaginary opponent. His scarred face looked troubled for a moment. "Coulda been the Champ. Didn' get a chance. Said I don' got the killer instinct. I know I got it. Jus' need a chance." His audience nodded appreciatively and exchanged understanding glances. Billy shuffled to a stop and shook h ...

... with a bunch of old friends, I soon settled down in class comfortably. As fate would have it, she was fortunate enough to be my form teacher that year. I almost choked in alarm when I heard the news. This time round, however, I resolved not to cower in terror whenever she was near. I decided to face the fact that we were going to meet each other for the next 365 days. Instead of trying too hard to lick her boots, I tried my best to be my natural self in front of her. Still, I could not shake off the ice-cold image that she possessed in my heart. True, her corney jokes sometimes sent me into frolicking laughter, yet at other times these jokes simply fell flat the m ...

... As students, we are responsible for learning all the content of any course we study. We are free to take exception to the views or information presented to us, and we are free to reserve judgment about matters of opinions. Sometimes, in our quest for knowledge, there becomes a conflict between our beliefs we are accustomed to and the material presented to us. When there is a difference, we should not ignore the idea or block it out. We should feel free to learn and question new ideas. Just because we learn something doesn't mean we have to accept it. We should leave ourselves open to new ideas. When we do this we become very well rounded individuals. An ...

... Jane gasped in awe. A falling star. The brightest she had seen! She quickly closed her eyes and made a wish, knowing that a wish from a falling star had excellent chances of coming to pass. But the wish had to be strongly formed in one's mind, or else it would dissipate with all the other bits of wishful thinking that took place in the night. She tried to form an image, . She almost had it. She slowly opened her eyes and visualized... Max. Standing at the door and was looking at her with an air of mild curiosity. "HEY Jane" he yelled! " What the hell are you doing ?" Jane nearly fell backwards. He was no vision! That idiot was once again eavesdropping on h ...

... to be drank and the lady say’s $1.75 please. So you reach into your pocket and find out that you only have a dollar. The lady figures that you don’t have enough money and takes the coke away from you. You return to your seat in the lounge again still very thirsty. One time I went out with my cousin to a Chinese restaurant for some dinner. The place was packed with people, so we had to wait for a seat. After about ten minutes the waiter called my name and directed us to our seat. We opened up the menu and our eyes just focused on the prices, everything was around fourteen to twenty dollars. My cousin checked his pocket and I checked mine, for how much we had, an ...

... of other people's wisdom and virtue. I believe in the saying that imitation is the sheerest form of flattery, but I also believe that it henders the evolution of a person's psyche. To the best of my knowledge, this is what my intuition on the conformity of mankind is based upon. The other source that aided in the instillment of individualism in me, is the various authors, poets, songwriters, and other dignitarys who I valued as authority. Any sort of publication that celebrates the individual captures my attention and can range from the books and essays of Henry David Thoreau to the rebelious content in the music of Rage Against the Machine. Since ...

... for the night or at a gas station. I had heard of Route 66 before, but at the time just did not know exactly what it was. The signs were there but where was the road? I never quite figured that out at the time and the exact meaning of "Get your kicks on Route 66" eluded me too. I remember browsing through a book in a bookstore, Route 66 - The Mother Road by Michael Wallis, and being fascinated by the pictures, the small towns, the old gas stations, the hamburger joints and the old signs. This was what had always fascinated me on the road too, more than the National Parks, Disneyland and the skyscrapers together! I finally bought the book last year and the Route ...

... like an industrial plant of today. Once inside I realized that this was more of a museum than an industrial plant. The entrance had hardwood floors and was quite modern. From there I went to the entrance of the Weave Room. The most interesting part of this exhibit was the pictures and quotations located outside the Weave Room. Throughout the building, all the pictures with people in them, nobody had a smile on their face. That solidified the impression I had that people weren't happy working in the mills. The quotations from former mill workers also exhibited their unhappiness. Grace May Burk, a former mill worker said, “Work started at 6:30 a.m. and end ...