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My Leadership Ability And Working Well With People
... to me at 17 and I wasn’t
the oldest counselor. At the end of camp I was recognized by the pastor
for the job I did. Another example of my leadership was when I was in the
fourth grade when I received the Role Model award for my entire school. I
received a bike and a plaque that I still have today. These examples prove
that when you are a leader people do notice.
Being vocal on the football field and basketball court are also
examples of my natural leadership. Saying something that needs to be said
or leading by example prove my teamwork abilities.
I have participated in many community service activities ...
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Nowhere, Kansas
... east when our car started to die. We were about a hundred feet away from the next exit when the dumb car finally broke down completely. This nice lady gave us a ride into the town, which was about three blocks long, and that’s where we were, waiting for the outcome.
A middle-aged, tall man with dark hair, and a thin mustache walked by us, as to get our attention. This skinny man with his apron tied around his small waste started to bustle around picking up a few boxes, “Sorry about the mess,” he replied, in a strong southern accent “just a few days ago we met head on with a twister.”
I looked at my cousi ...
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Personal Writing: The Dangers Of Drinking And Driving
... the car. Kyle was resuscitated at the scene
and was transported by air to the hospital. He died a few hours later at
about nine a.m. of sever head trauma. The other passengers in the car
survived with broken bones and stitches as well. This all happened because
of stupidity of drinking and driving.
This accident opened my eyes to life and how unpredictable death
can be. I know now to live life to the fullest because you never know when
you’re going to go. Kyle affected all of us at school. The next day after
the accident the whole school as grieving. I knew then that Kyle was a
part of us all and when he d ...
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Creative Writing: My Summer Off
... part of your grade for the course. We will begin
at eight tomorrow morning. Get some practice, get some sleep, see you there.”
I don't know what drew me to the course but I can remember my parents
telling me they felt I should go to summer school. I was opposed to the concept
of summer school right up to the moment I was issued the dictum “go to school or
get a job”, at which point I became the world's greatest advocate of off-season
learning. Besides, I was only fifteen and the workplace just wasn't ready for
me. So I thumbed through the course book, singing a chorus of no's until I
arrived on the Debate ...
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Creative Writing: The Meadow
... the meadow in the summer is unequaled. My memories
contained many images of this special place. Snow covered mountains extend high
above the heavens; thus, setting the backdrop to the meadow. Wildflowers
speckled the base of the mountain becoming more abundant near the babbling
brook. The brook ran through the middle of the meadow turning, and twisting
around the enormous oak tree. The lush green grass grew around the tree like
hair on a dog's back. Birds flew through the radiant blue sky diving for
insects. My thoughts reflect relaxation as my mind focuses on the pleasing
imagery.
The sounds of the meadow ...
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Creative Writing: The Case Of The Broken Hutch
... At the time I was hired
I lived with my parents and had car payments and credit card payments. So
I needed enough money to pay for the car and the cards. Also in about a
year I would be moving out into an apartment of my own, and I also would be
started to attend Sacramento State. I pay for my own schooling either out
of my pocket or by getting student loans.
When I first started working for this company they were short
handed and all the employees at the store I started at were new to each
other. That is they had worked for the company at other stores but had not
worked together. I was hired whe ...
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Creative Writing: The Pearl - Continuation
... waited long enough he told Juana. She heard his voice and she knew better
then to argue, she knew he was determined. The next morning Kino awoke early. He
turned to awaken Juana. He told her to pack the essentials, he wanted to get an
early start to the city. Juana awoke without a fuss. As Juana started to pack
she thought about Coyotito. She told Kino that it might be dangerous traveling
that long of a distance. Kino told her to bring him to the house of his brother
Juan Tomas. She did and Juan Tomas and his wife Apolonia said that they would
gladly take care of him. She thanked them and went back to Kino. He had ...
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Personal Writing: Christmas Memories
... lights.
As I open the door and step into a house full of cheek pinches and hugs,
an array of Christmas odur engulfs me, and makes my mouth water. As I yell
"HELLO" I hear voices laughing, talking, and asking who's at the door? In the
next second "Millions" of relatives are giving me there greetings and gladly
inviting us into the house. As my family and I are quickly made comfortable, I
look around.....
Plates full of Christmas pastries, Christmas decorations, and Christmas
music lightly penetrates the air as the family socializes with each other. The
constant murmer of the voices, serves as a background ...
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“Noises In The Dark”
... and winked an eye at his wife who grinned knowingly in return. Timmy had slept with them for the past three nights, and it was time for mummy and daddy to share their bed alone tonight.
"Well Timmy," she tried to sound sympathetic, "our bed gets really crowded with the three of us in it. That bed was only made for two, you know."
Timmy's lips bunched together and his large, round, blue eyes rimmed with tears.
"Besides, you've slept with us for the last three nights already. Don't you think it's time you stayed in your own bed?"
Timmy shook his head "No".
"There, there kiddo," his father soothed, sympathe ...
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Personal Essay: The Drainpipe
... it could
just been the freedom of knowing that we were listening to the walkman that was
banned from school, and we weren't getting caught. What ever it was, it doesn't
matter because analyzing something takes away the feeling it gives when you
think about it. It was just a great place, and it made me happy, and I don't
know why. That makes it better in a way, just knowing that it had that power.
Everyday, I would meet with a friend at the drain-pipe. That is until a
teacher found us and told us that because we didn't have any adult supervision,
we couldn't eat there anymore. It felt terrible. I wanted to st ...
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