... burnt rubber. The police had me step out of the car to look at the actual damages of the accident. My car was completely bleeding with fractures and broken parts. The bumper was folded underneath to my tires, the front lights were shattered and the front fenders were fractured with cracks everywhere. Officer Gage started to take my report :”I was adjusting my rear view mirror when I saw the flash of white, I realized it was a car and tried to brace myself if could not find a way around or to stop. He struck me and I don’t recollect hitting the driver in front of me.” All the other drivers had the same story and we exchange licenses and insurance cards. Feelin ...

... the girls we embarked on a night on the town. And I, wanting to show off my recently fashioned driving skills, was being a little "reckless". There were no other cars around and I wanted to have some fun and impress those girls in the back seat. I was pulling hand-brake turns, pretending that I was in a Formula one racing car, screeching the tires and driving on the wrong side of the road. I was taking hairpin turns thirty kilometers over the speed limit. "I'm in England!" Jack would yell as he poked his head out of the sunroof. Though I could barely hear him above the blaring music. I felt care and worry free. We were headed for the first party of the school y ...

... see my gifts from Santa in the morning. I know I was a good boy and I have not done anything wrong. I could not wait to see my new toys and games the day morning arrived. was the usual I received a huge amount of gifts from Santa, which I enjoyed but my mom was not filled with great joy. Today was the day we go into Brooklyn, NY to see my father's parents. When we arrived, I was greeted by all but; I felt a huge pain from deep within my heart. There was nothing to fear and nothing was going wrong so I spent a lot of time in my mother's arms. After a while at the house my father had to call work to see how everything was going. He was on the telephone for a ...

... islands we did something different. On St. Thomas we rode bikes up into the mountain and saw all different kinds of birds, plants and lizards. That was fun for awhile till it got tough and then we started to head back. On the other island Barbados they had the best beaches you could imagine. The water was so clear and the sand was so white and soft it felt like a pillow. We went swimming over there for about 2 hours. While we were there you could see the bottom at least 30 feet deep. There were no rocks to cut you at all it was just like the sand on the beach. It was lots of fun. When we got tired we went back to the ship and got cleaned up for dinner. Our ...

... She’s everywhere. Cinderella embodies all that America loves best. She’s young, she’s beautiful and she’s on the verge of realizing the American dream. Rags to riches, triumphant, what could be better? However, ominously, Cinderella, has a darker side. How do I tell Blair about Cinderella’s fatal flaws? For, despite, the picture perfect image, and despite the advancing years, Cinderella, is still as codependent as ever. In fact, the sin of Cinderella is her ongoing, untreated codependency. Where has Cinderella been this past decade? Why has she been in denial while the rest of America worked on its’ inner child, adult child and dysfunctional family i ...

... time, so I wont be late to school. During the school day I have to be in class on time. After school I have no time! I have work and extracurricular activities that I am involved in. After this I eat dinner, study then go to bed. My time is mainly consumed by Sleep, school, and work. Ou of the 168 hours in a week I sleep for 52.5 and am in school for 32. Work usually takes up about 23 hours a week. All my after school activities take up 6 - 12 hours a week depending if it is a busy week for the clubs I am in. This leaves me between 6 - 18 hours to study, and for free time. All the other time is take up by the little things we take for granted such ...

... But I must say that a wonderful transformation has taken place! There is a noted change in my demeanor from the embittered woman that I had been before. I see the world through different eyes. Through my quest, I have learned that religion cannot fill the void in my heart. It takes a person to fill that void and that person is Jesus Christ. Salvation is not found in religion, but in a relationship with Him. Jesus said, "Ï am the way and the truth and the life no one comes to the Father except through me"(John 14:6). Now my life has meaning and purpose. My walk with Christ has been very fulfilling. It has not been only happy events. In fact, I have encounter ...

... they were good because of the grades I got. Now, I find myself working over twice as hard for half the grade. This isn't a completely bad thing, though. It teaches me that my writing really wasn't very good. What I used to think deserved an "A" I now realize only does deserve a "C." Now I have to take my writing more seriously, and try much harder at producing good output. Also, my goal isn't to write a paper that will get a good grade. Now, my goal is to write better papers. I write to become a better writer. That is, I feel, a very important thing that I learned this semester. I don't think, "O.K., I have to get at least a B on this paper." Instead, I ...

... him turn to a woman, and he called his aunt by name and said, "Are you sure I don't have enough money?" She replied a bit impatiently, "You know that you don't have enough money for it." The aunt told the little boy not to go anywhere, that she had to go get some other things and would be back in a few minutes. And then she left the aisle. The boy continued to hold the doll. After a bit I asked the boy who the doll was for. He said, "It is the doll my sister wanted so badly for Christmas. She just knew that Santa would bring it." I told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it. He said, "No, Santa can't go where my sister is . . . I have to give the doll ...

... relentlessly. The boy's clothes was torn and bloody, hanging in strips from his bruised body. Shurbs with thorny stems and low hanging branches slowed his escape, cutting him and barring his way. Making him more desperate, adding to his weariness. His lungs were burning, he was out of breath, the boy wanted to give up, his legs however denied him. They continued moving and running. His body was fatigued, his head ached, his muscles throbbed. Pain, his body cried out Pain, stop! He could not stop. It was gaining, only a few inches! Soon blood would be spilled! Blood will be spilled to appease the appetite of the beast! With powerfull hind legs ...