... They're all alike. I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me... Or thinks I'm a smart ass... Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here... Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike. And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... eve ...

... stress is a natural part of life. Living in an ideal world with no stress or problems is boring. Anger and stress add spice and excitement to life. People always deal with stress everyday. I am no exception and either is the future. Coworkers cheery and happy enters my thoughts when dreaming of the future. Miscommunications and misunderstandings are unheard of. Every individual is nice to each other and no one is ever upset. Work atmosphere is quiet and peaceful. People respecting each one's own opinion. Every day people are on time and punctual. Work is done on time with no excuses for late work. The future is full of coworkers' being angry and d ...

... children. One day, one of the hunters ran back to the village, telling of white men in their forest. Sweating Moose-Balls took his ten best warriors with him to avenge the death of their families. They came into view of the enemy, and Sweating Moose-Balls recognized one of them. The man was old now, but he had been the one who had killed his father. The other ten warriors also recognized him, along with a few of the older men. Wanting revenge, the tribe encircled the men and moved in. Soon, the white men were trapped, and they noticed. Sweating Moose-Balls stepped forward, and spoke to the first old man. "You are the one who killed my father." he said. "y ...

... were now only at my waist. The colossal coconut branches that once protected me from monsoons could now be trampled with one simple step. After gorging the now-cold cup of milk, I went downstairs. I noticed something strange. What happened to the "restaurant" we used to run? I swear we had those tall cooks with aprons and weapon-like utensils who used our long countertops to chop and fry vegetables. Where was that huge tray where all the dishes were placed to serve me? As I stepped out of the kitchen, the same feeling crept in. I always remembered living in a mansion. Had it shrunk? When I asked my mom, she gave me a perplexed look as though I had just left a men ...

... for school, I knew that I was going to leaving my best friend and my boyfriend. Even though I am up here they are home it isn’t the same. I miss hanging out with my best friend De-Anna, talking to her on the phone, visiting her at work, going shopping and going to Wendy’s for lunch or dinner. When I had to leave my boyfriend that was hard for me. My boyfriend and I have been going out for almost two years and had share many special moments together. When I returned home from the Bridge Program we pent everyday together. He would take me to beach at night and watch the sunset, take me out to dinner, bring me roses out of the blue, and just hanging and watching ...

... under a red banner swept down on the town. Tamia held out for almost two years, but eventually the King laid aside his scepter, the staff of Niord, and surrendered to the new power: Kaid. Imperial Kaid, at that time, was an emerging culture from the sandy banks of the River Namm. Because Kaid lies in a veritable desert wasteland, the Kaidites were protected from enemy attack, until one day they burst forth in a conquering fury, and none in their path could withstand them. The Kaidites brought with them their strange customs and gods. The supreme Tamian god, Niord, god of light and fury, was replaced with the warlike Helk. Ahrimal the forked-tongue had a tem ...

... in other words, Emily just passed out. Not only was Emily passed out, she was also having near-death experiences according to the poem "My life closed twice before its close." Maybe she was trying to kick the habit and became depressed. "It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me" means that she is worried about dying and she wondered if there is anything for her after this life. Once again, in her poem "Because I could not stop for Death," Dickinson is writing about her death, only she's talking in the past tense like she's already dead. Depression? Withdrawal? Crack? Will someone please tell me what the hell is wrong with this woman? ...

... make a hut of sticks, and he could be seen in the distance carrying a fagot across his back. The third and oldest pig did build a house of bricks for he did know much about architecture. 4. The wolf did look upon these happenings with slavering jowls, and dripping snout. How did resolve to blow down these lodgings and gobble the inhabitants on the morrow. And on that morn, he blew upon the hut of straw, and he did gobble the pig into quivering chunks. Then he went to the house that beheld the second pig, And he did blow it down, and he did devour the pigeon inside. When he got to the third house, the Great Pig Snortimer was awaiting him. This was the last and ol ...

... 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 ...

... the batter she just chopped them up in the batter, thinking they would melt during the cooking process. To her surprise they stayed very much intact See what happens when you do not follow the directions? Well, never the less everyone at the Toll House Inn simply loved them. In fact, they became so popular the recipe was published in the Boston Newspaper. The recipe was named the Toll House Cookie. One day Nestlé was going over their reports and they found that sales for chocolate bars rose rapidly in the Boston area. This was because the chocolate bars were the primary ingredient in the Toll House Cookies. When Nestlé found out what was up they started mak ...