... "No Problem," Bob replied. "Well, I'm gonna be late for class, so, I'll see you around!" Bob walked down the hall towards his class. "Why didn't I say something else!?" he asked himself. "Well, theres always a second chance, I'll have to do it then." The next day, Bob got his second chance. At lunch, he saw Jennifer sitting alone at table looking lonely. He decided to go over and sit down beside her. "Hi Jennifer," he said, trying to be freindly. "Whats up?" "Well nothing much really. I'm having trouble making friends here." "I know, its tough isn't it," he replied, trying to co ...

... She immediately jumped my case and told me I was a spoiled little brat that always got my way. Secondly, going to the mall with this girl is an absolute nightmare. It’s her goal to embarrass the crap out of me. She’s very self-conscious about herself and so anything I try on or think I might buy she practically screams about the high price or how slutty she thinks it looks. I always leave the mall empty-handed when I’m with her. The funny thing about this, however, is that a week later she usually ends up buying these clothes for herself. I just smile at her and tell her how nice they look on her. Finally ...

... I was young, invincible, and knew no fear. My whole world became a jumbled rush of adrenaline-fueled chaos in a matter of moments. I topped a rise in the two-lane country road and entered the strange world of helpless fear. At the bottom of the hill a black Ford Fairlane was turning left into my unstoppable path. “Oh shit!� I exclaimed loudly. My five-hundred-pound metal stallion lunged relentlessly toward disaster, even though my right boot stomped hard on the rear brake. The bike fishtailed back and forth as I sought a path around the car – I first veered toward the ditch and then to the opposing lane, ...

... how far he ran, how hard he tried, the thing, the hunter was always only a few paces behind, pursuing 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. ...

... will still love me. They have shown this love for twenty years now. And after all the things I have done wrong, or done badly, my family still shows this unconditional love to me and to each other. The second part in a family is respect and trust. Trust is something that can take years to build, but can be broken very easily. By breaking trust with a family member one is also breaking respect of the family. The two ideas go hand in hand. My parents respected me enough to tell me that I was adopted, instead of lying to me and having me find out later in life that I wasn't their biological son. This respect ...

... entered cheers he sat down, but he sat in Cliff's seat! Norm was shocked, but didn't say anything. Cliff entered the bar and almost had a heartattack. He walked up to Kramer and asked him what he was doing. Kramer said "I'm sitting here smoking a Cuban and having a beer." Cliff was so upset he took Kramer's beer and poured it over Kramer's head messing up his trademark hair. Kramer then took his beer nuts and threw them at Cliff. He ducked and they hit Norm. Edith, who was an ex-lunch aid at Saddle Brook High School, could not stand a mess and called her lunch aid friends to contain the matter. Meanwhile, ...

... a little frustrated, I explained to her that an ATM would not suffice. I needed a bank, with a teller, so I could exchange my money. She looked down and thought about this for a few moments, then ever so slowly, she brought her head up with a dumb look on her face and said, "The telephones are around the corner over there." Dumbfounded by the stupidity of this woman, my friend and turned around and walked away, laughing. When we were out of earshot, in a mocking tone, I said to my friend, "Hi, I'm an American, I'm a dumb-ass!" With that defeat behind us, we continued on our quest for some Amer ...

... to have these skills in the real world because you will need to use them everyday in your working experiences. Many students who don’t participate in such activities often lack team working and people person skills. Participating in school and community services projects has also helped grow. By doing such projects I have been able to get an excellent feel for what the real world is like. This enables me to make more conscientious decisions as a student and even after I graduate. I feel it has given me a lot of necessary experience that will help me accomplish my future goals and prepared me for the r ...

... Hoa. Our job was to determine if that was correct. We rode in an olive-drab chopper. The whooping blades of the helicopter give us a little relief from the relentless heat of 'Nam; the blades cut the thick, humid air and pushed a breeze downward over the passenger compartment. Soon, we circled the landing zone. The LZ looked cold. There's only one way to find out if it is really cold, I thought as I double checked my M16. If no one zapped us when we entered, it was cold. If they did, it wasn't. "Lock and load," I yelled. The helicopter circled low and slowed down until it almost hovered four feet from ...

... from the hinges scraping against the dust and dirt that has formed inside it. Once the door is opened it reveals a staircase and four circular indents on the inside of the plane. Most people would think the indents weren’t anything but decoration, but I remember placing the miniature Fisher Price plastic people in them and flying them around my house. I grab the plane and hold it, remembering the good times I had with it. While moving my hand up the sides of it I can feel how aged it really is. The surface is cold, almost as if the airplane had been lonely the past thirteen years waiting for that little thr ...