... there been constant war in Kashmir concerning this regard. India has yet sent over 200,000 troops to torture, kill, rape, slaughter, and burn (yes burn), innocent bystanders. Now, we would like this to an absolute and complete stop! Kashmir is a beautiful place: It contains many attractive site for tourists with luxuries architectural buildings and beautiful surroundings. Also, it possesses many, many natural and agricultural resources which can be of great use. At present, India is destroying both of these great features. We WANT INDIA to acknowledge the harm they have done to, and indeed, take proper responsibility! They have damaged property which they ha ...

... no way that I was going to control that monster-sized material. The bicycle remained in my backyard as a decoration for a month because I refused to ride it. Honestly, I was scared to try it. After a month, my dad gave me a lecture to teach me what being a man was all about. I was finally determined to try it. My dad was proud of me and I felt very manly. He and I went to the park to see what we could do there. The park was empty when we arrived. I had no dought that my dad told everybody not to be there because we had to use it. I felt badly for other people, but I was proud to have such an onnipotent person as my dad. We found a smo ...

... My family thought I was joking when I said that I was going to do it. Maybe I was. I still do not know. Something about myself that I have learned is that sometimes you do not know what to expect of me. I like to be spontaneous, and I like a lot of excitement. My family can never tell what I am going to do. That afternoon they might have been wondering exactly what they should expect. I did not want to go to the top of the mountain. It would take a long time, and we wanted to go shopping and head back to our cabin before it got too late. I walked into the woods and soon I was beside a lake totally enveloped in fog. I was facing a rock wall. The blue dots ...

... of the best, but I was sorely mistaken. The tryout was one of the hardest ordeals to go through at that time in my life, and I really got to see just what good soccer players played like. That first year I was one of the last kids to be called, and just barely made the team. I was the "scrub" of the group, I always sat the bench, and never started. I was the kid no one wanted to be stuck with in partner drills and the kid no one wanted to pick to fill up there team when we scrimmaged ourselves. I was the kid who had to pick it up or be cut from the team, something had to give. My fourth year on the team was like the ending of an era. Our three best play ...

... I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru. Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge. I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receiv ...

... in is lap and try to straighten out his fingers. He never became angry, he only sat with great patience and smiled. I am always told, by relatives, that those hands used to be able to do anything. Such as hold a rifle so steadily that he never missed a target. I have also read newspaper articles, about the hands that were so great they led the baseball team in an undefeated season. Grandfather’s hands pitched fourteen “no-hitters” in a role. When I hear all the wonderful things about them, I have to believe them, because all I remember are crooked, old tree trunks. I’ve always wanted to see his hands when they actually looked like hands. In ten months, ...

... we came to a fast moving bend in the river called Wallace's Point. He said, “Wallace's Point is lined with so many root wads (root wads are clumps of tree stumps, roots, branches, leaves, and whatever else might float down the river) along the banks, and it has so many sunken canoes and sunken logs along it's main channel that safe passage through it is impossible - unless you stick to the right side of the bend.” As we neared the end of a long straight away in the river, I noticed the speed of the water was increasing exponentially. A look farther down the river told me what I had been dreading this whole trip now lay before us, and we were going into Wal ...

... Urban Minority Drug and Alcohol Outreach Program, Habitat for Humanity, and many others the effort to better my communication, volunteer, and leadership skills. With exceptional athletic ability, during my high school career I was a representative of my high school as a member of the Varsity Basketball and Varsity Soccer teams. Athletic and Academic Awards, Extra Curricular Activities, Community Involvement, and Leadership positions all play an important role in my life. The following titles are accredited to me: Varsity Basketball player, Varsity Soccer player, Habitat for Humanity Volunteer), Kohl's Department Store(Volunteer), DECA Club Member, State DECA ...

... division crime report. Kneeling over the body was the Coroner's crew, rifling through the victim's clothing for identification and any forensic evidence to help them determine the cause of death. As if the four-inch gash on the victim's throat wasn't clue enough as to what killed him. Jack separated the crowd with his corpulent body and gazed down at the victim. He looked around the room to determine the possible motive for this killing. "Does the victim have a name?", asked Jack to no one in particular. "The apartment was rented to a Reid Jennings," said one of the uniformed officers. "The manager has identified the body." Wally was intervie ...

... for the first time together. We were placed in the beginner group which introduced us to the sport and taught us the basic skills. My problem was that I didn't want to learn the introductory aspect of tennis, I wanted to start playing the actual game. While Suzanne and Erin were diligently practicing their forehand and backhand motions, I took private lessons focusing on my serve. Glancing their way, I would see them laughing and chatting as they walked to the clubhouse for a snack during a break. By expending all my energy on the game, I had hoped that my friends would respect my ability and that it would bring us closer together. Instead, I felt they w ...