... thought I previously had. It might seem funny to some that I held that one day with such great esteem, but to me it was unlike any other holiday. On Valentines Day I felt loved by everyone. On that day, I would obtain the card that I had picked out from my father. Classmates would give everyone Valentine cards. Some extremely generous kids would even attach candy to the cards. It didn't matter if you hated each other, on Valentines Day everyone put aside their differences and even presented cards to the children nobody liked. That one day of love seemed to unify the worst of foes through love and forgiveness. ...

... pushed people around for kicks. Usually people that were half our size and walked around by themselves. We liked to blow up people's letter boxes the most, usually just at random. Whenever any new kids came to our school, we used to tease and make fun of them, so they felt unwelcome and had no friends. Usually they left the school, we loved it when they did that. Anyway, back to the story... On Friday afternoon, just after school, we were all walking home talking about how much of a loser this new guy was. By the time we got to the end of the street, we had all agreed that we should do something totally outrageous t ...

... people's opinions has given me the impression that the human spirit has been confined to the impersonation of other people's wisdom and virtue. I believe in the saying that imitation is the sheerest form of flattery, but I also believe that it henders the evolution of a person's psyche. To the best of my knowledge, this is what my intuition on the conformity of mankind is based upon. The other source that aided in the instillment of individualism in me, is the various authors, poets, songwriters, and other dignitarys who I valued as authority. Any sort of publication that celebrates the individual captures ...

... in N. Ireland, “If you haven't been there yet, don't go there.� I can remember the lyrics of a Naughty by Nature song blaring over my car radio, “If you have never been to the ghetto, don't ever come to the ghetto,� as I put in a tape. My thought stream continues as it takes me to another place where guerrilla warfare and terrorism are a part of daily life. The gunshots and unruly pitbull barking registers over the calm of the wet playground. Trash strings the streets and every dwelling has an eight foot, black, metal fence circuitously about it. Two white faces gape over the hood of a parked C ...

... bike trails , Mom" I said while grabbing a box of little debbie snacks. "O.K., be home for supper" she said. This was in code it meant be home at five. Well who cares on to the second stop, Dons Deli. I went in and grabbed the usual. A pink lemonade Snapple and one of those huge pixie sticks. I got to the counter. "The usual" the cashier said "Yup" I said realizing that this recognition was a product of the last few weeks. "That will be two dollars" she said. But that was needless because I had already left the money and was half way out the door. I mounted my bike and rode the steed while sucking down as ...

... could not be successful in an environment with so many distractions. As he sat in the back of the minivan fears over the future began to surface in his head. "Will I make friends?" "Will I be comfortable so many miles away from home?" As these thoughts raced through his mind he felt alone and a cold shiver was sent through his body. He was no afraid and cold in the hot summer air. He knew consciously and logically that he was not alone. For his mother and grandmother sat next to him in the minivan and would do whatever they could to help him. But yet he realized something had changed. They were there but would som ...

... continues to fly until it runs out of fuel and crashes. ACT II: The turning point in Hatchet is when a tornado brings the crashed plane to the surface of the lake, and Brian is able to recover the survival pack from the plane. The survival pack turns out to be a real treasure because it contains the following: food, gun, sleeping bag, cookset, knife, emergency transmitter, and a first aid kit. The action occurs after Brian gets all of the survival supplies out of the survival pack. While Brian is fixing himself food that came from the survival pack, he tries to figure out how the emergency transmitter works ...

... "by the book." I am more motivated to do things my own way. I greatly value my being independent. The Merkler stated that my "artistic" values are expressed through music, writing, and/or design. This statement rings very true in my case. I have played the piano and saxophone, sang at events, and am learning how to play the guitar. I was also a journalism major at one point, winning awards in writing competitions, and still desiring to write a book someday. I am also wanting to make a career out of computer and software design. Although I could be very creative in writing essays, the Merkler stated that ...

... pre-school building. Perched there on small chairs at child sized taablestables, knees and elboselbows akimbo chatting amiably with each other while they held the children who were too young to participate in the festivities, were some of the parents and teachers. The rest of us organized the activities. ren tThere other teachers, and parents, of whom The patio looked out onto a fenceda fenced play yard. A large sand area littered with small bright colored pails, and a few matching shovels, dominated the left side. ide Though a few children of the play yard. Th ere wwere a few children were swinging on the swing s ...

... the smaller of the two figures. Both the figures were dressed with a bed sheet that had obviously been painted black and thrown over their heads with just two tiny holes where the eyes would be. The other figure then said "whats it gunna be lady, trick or treat?" Jess opened the door fully now and beckoned them to come inside. "Just wait here", she said as she ran up the stairs and into the bathroom where Sal was still combing her hair. "Sal what should I give those two boys", asked Jess. "I dunno give them one of those chocolate things near the fridge", Sal replied. Jess turned and went back do ...