... had long since ceased to notice: he was already reaching for his cigarette pack. With quick, practiced movements he withdrew one of the long tubes from the cardboard package. With one hand he placed it in a precise position in his lips while the other hand was occupied with first replacing the package to his shirt pocket, then digging out a half used pack of matches from his too tight jeans. He was extremely conscious of the fluidity of his movements; lighting the cigarette with the match was the hard part, and he wanted to look as cool as possible, smooth and flowing, for all the eyes he perceived to be on him. He managed to execute the task to his satisfact ...

... salt in the water must have washed most of it off. They throw all the bottles in a garbage bag and decide to head home. From what they could see no traps had washed up, and their legs were getting tired. They walk the hour trip back to Richards house where they take off their garb and empty the bags. "What you suppose are in these?" asks Chester. "I don't know but as soon as we wash them a bit and open em' up we should find out" replies Richard. Chester fills an old fish box with water to wash the bottles. They clean the bottles them take them out and dry them. Martha hands Richard a corkscrew and finishes making supper. Richards grabs the first bottl ...

... something positive back into the school, and I feel that this is an excellent opportunity for me to achieve my goal. - Leadership - I teach a large class of children at Cheder including me planning work for them. - Ability to work in a team - I exhibited this skill on the Duke Of Edinburgh expedition - Ability to work as an individual - I am able to use my initiative which can be seen when I designed a computer presentation for the prospective Parents Evening this school year. - Ability to grasp a situation and respond appropriately - I exhibited this skill during my time in Yemin Orde when a friend of mine had an asthma attack and I individually aided him w ...

... freedoms? I often wonder what slavery would be like? Looking in todays society slavery is still the same nightmare it was then. People in South Africa and Iran wake to this same nightmare everyday. They have no personal rights or freedoms at all. Everyday they live in fear for their lives. If its not being threatened by their own government its being threatened by the lack of food they receive. Imagining the things they go through everday makes me wonder about my freedoms. Why is it that I can go to my refrigerator whenever I want and be able to get a nice, clean drink of water. When Meanwhile in some foreign country some 10 year old kid, who has the same thirst as ...

... rants of soldiers who inevitably lost their lives. What questions did they have about the war in which they were fighting? Was their country worth dying for? These questions will forever remain unanswered; however, their tombs will permanently remain to remind generation after generation that some things are worth fighting for. Upon arriving home from my trip to Washington D. C, I realized how lucky I am to have the opportunity to live and study freely in the United States. If it had not been for the many soldiers who fought to keep the United States a free country, who knows what the world would be like today. The courage that each one of those soldiers pos ...

... of my house. I see the quite frequently, and it has been very difficult moving away from all of them knowing that they are all still there with each other. I also miss my parents. I was use to getting all the attention, since I was the last child to leave the house. Now that I am three hours away it is hard to get all the attention I am use to. I miss them all very much, but the phone has proven to be my best friend. I talk to them all everyday, making sure that I do not miss a thing that goes on in Atlanta. Another issue that has effected my college experience is meeting new people. Meeting new people is usually something that I never have a problem of doing ...

... stayed in Sweden. I am not sure. Yet on another tape my Mother said that he had 5 sisters and no brothers that were living. There may have been one who stayed in Sweden, the oldest. Now I do not remember all the first names of his sisters. Terry Johnson Rierson came to America first. She actually was sent for by her husband who lived in Wisconsin working in a mill. They were married in Wisconsin. After he died and she had come to Idaho she then married Rierson. Anna Dalberg, Emma Swanson then two sisters who were married to Andersons. One was married the wife of John August Anderson, and one was married to John N. Anderson. John N. Anderson was the ...

... smell. Mountain Equipment Coop: Do you know where you should get your rain jacket? "Mountain Equipment Coop" is where you should go. Look at our all teacher's rain jackets. Do you see any Mountain Equipment Coop jackets? Yeah, everyone is wearing them. The place to go : If you are a teenager, you should go to Lonsdale Quay on Weekend nights. Many North Van teenagers get together but I don't know what they are doing at there. Americans : I guess you know how you should deal with them. Try not to like them and complain a little bit about them. University & College : Change your major at least 3 times. Hockey : watch it and be able to name at lease th ...

... he died was a day in which he would of usually spent relaxing, fishing, and drifting of in to his own world, but on this day he drifted away into a new place which he had never been. My uncle's time had come and gone and he was now adventuring into new places that hopefully would be as good to him as life was. I felt deeply sorried for everyone who had none him and his life. He was always a person who was willing to help someone in a time of need, and someone who would always be there if needed. He would also be deeply missed by his wife which souly depended on him for income and plainly comforting. My uncle was not a weak man but a very strong man ,w ...

... was deflected towards the right my man ran and picked it up. I quickly looked down at my finger and with fear and pain walked over to my bench. My pinkie-finger on my right hand was at a ninety degree angle, as sweat dripped down may face I could feel myself getting hot. My stomach seemed to drop and I was feeling as if I was on a roller coaster. The game had been stopped and I was brought into the coaches room. My assistant coach led me into the room and sat me down on a wooden chair. I began to feel very cold, and my finger began to have a shooting pain. This pain was not present before and was no making itself known that there was something wrong with. My pa ...