... I became eligible to apply for MTSU. I was so exciting and I felt as if my life has changed. Through the difficulties of trying to enter college, I have come to understand that everything is not easy. Once, my father has taught me that ¡§ One reaps no more that what he has sown.¡¨ I have never understood that sentence until I have tried all my best to get into a college. So, I learned to treasure all the chances that I have. Before I enter MTSU, I'm shy, and I do not talk very much in class. But after I entered MTSU, I have met people from different countries and different cultures. I have become more self-confident, and have gained higher self-esteem. I bega ...

... he could at least avenge Okonkwo's tragic death. Images of the milky white Christians who had arrogantly invaded the village flashed before Obierika's eyes. It drove him into frenzy, running into trees and ripping the plants and his own hair. " The Christians will die! They treat us like animals to be herded to wherever it best serves them, to die or to be converted into a life of death. The Christians will die, the Christians will die!" Obierika screamed the manta over and over, aware of his inhuman and mangled voice. Not as mangled as the Christians made Nwoye to become one of them, he was the fine and sensible son of Okonkwo. What evil magic did the ...

... when driving. He advised me to ask my mom to take me to school when the weather was bad, since my driving skills were not very sharp. As usual, when listening to this I thought that he was trying to take away some of my freedom. I didn’t understand that he was trying to protect me from the many dangers of driving in bad weather. Then one day there came an especially bad morning. It had been very foggy the previous night, and by the morning the fog had greatly thickened. Before leaving for work my dad reminded me to ask my mom to take me to school. I thought, “I’ve been driving for a few months, I can handle it.” So I proceeded to drive to school. The fog was so ...

... start, and I couldn't imagine fighting in it. Sad, angry, and scared emotions all worked together and overwhelmed my body. I soon found myself crying. Before I knew what was going on I was in . I already miss my friends, my family, and especially Abbey. I am constantly numb with the fear that I will have to kill another human being, or worse I myself will be shot and killed. How could my family and Abbey deal with this? Everyone here hates the war and just wants to go home to their families. Everyday dozens of men are shot or killed by land mines, and I am really becoming depressed. I have seen so many men die just inches away from me. All I can think of is that cou ...

... learning aabout leadership as a partisipant in the cadet chain of command, and from teachers at ________ who support our efforts to meet our goals. Encouraged by my interest in "Patton" and military strategies, my dad began to share his interest in military history as I grew older. This interest extended out to interest in battleships and battles. Family vcations were sometimes planned around visits to places such as the Russian fort, Fort Ross north of San Francisco. ...

... that people should not do work that they do not get paid for, unless they really wanted to. This is one of the reasons that supports my disagreement to the article. Most young people do not have enough extra time to do community service. I have been doing a survey about the subject matter for a few days, and I have come up with some interesting results. It seems that eight out of ten students that are about to graduate high school are planning to go to college after they graduate. I also asked them about doing community service. Most of them said that they would be getting a job, and they would not have time to do community service. My survey has brought me ...

... times just to look busy. During this two hours of boredom I orchestrated a plan to sneak over to the Exchange. My biggest problem was getting out of the barracks. I decided that the night was the best time to try to make my excursion. The only problem was at night there are two unarmed guards on watch and only two doors out of the barracks. I knew as a watch standee myself that the rear watch must report to the forward watch every fifteen minutes leaving me plenty of opportunities to come and go and I only needed two. My bed was near the rear of the barracks so I was in luck. I would also have to dress dark to blend into the surroundings. I took my dar ...

... basket. This is jammed tight between the garbage can and the desk, which sits near the corner. The tops of the desk are white, but the supports are black. School books cover the bottom shelf, while the next two have miscellaneous items on them. On the top shelf, an encased basketball sits. It's an Olympic ball dipped in gold. Next to the ball, hanging on the gray, black, and white marble-like painted walls, is a tournament bracket for last year's College Basketball Championship. Under the bracket is the light switch, and next to it is a black light. The next wall is bare, but in the corner, where the third wall meets it, there are six shelves. Those shelves ...

... to, and above that, the fish were supposedly hitting offshore. All-in-all, the long awaited perfect fishing day had come, at least in our minds it had. In the meantime, my dad backed the boat into the salty murky water as I got the boat ready for our day long journey. I set the navigation system to a favorite fishing spot of ours which was about twenty-five miles out called the Pelican Flats. We headed out on the gently, quiet, rolling blue monster's back as our twenty-two foot vessel handled the one to two foot ocean swells with sheer ease. Finally, after an hour long haul, and fifteen fishing minutes later, we ran into our first sign of action. "Fish on ...

... for Anders was not given any special treatment as a prince, he had very few privileges and had only the respect of all the kingdom who wished he became king any day know. Any one who made such comments were sent to receive the blade of the king's executioner however. Anders left his quarters to seek the kings magician, and would seek some answers from the faceless man. Beson was not one of those little tricky magicians, no, he was a true magician who used real magic instead of illusions, for Beson had served Seripita for more than five hundred years yet he did not look a day over thirty five. Beson had come across thousands of kings and had not found one half as ...