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Personal Writing: Sponsoring Of Our Race Car Design Team
... than to approach a group of established engineers and ask them
for a piece of one of the most closely guarded commodities available, their
budget. Before walking into the meeting, I had planned what slides I would
show, what I would say. I needed to sound competent, but did not want to
sound arrogant. These were respected members of the engineering community.
Men and women who had been in my position. I rehearsed my presentation,
timed it, practiced it in front of my peers until I felt comfortable with
it. It had all the information necessary: sponsorship levels and benefits,
along with so ...
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Personal Writing: The Holiday Trip
... Finally we have a nice sum of money in the bank
and our trip looks like it is actually going to happen, So far we have both
agreed on visiting the USA. Me and Sofie have been penfriends for years and
years and openly write to each other on a regular basis, Sofie is 17 years
old. It is the first week of the school holidays and being rather bored at
home I decide to go to a friends house.
Arriving home 6.30, Mum was still yelling about the phone bill,
wearily entering the door waiting for the impact. "$170 dollars worth of
international calls" Mum bellowed at me. I will pay for them out of my trip
money I rea ...
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Creative Writing: The Present
... way to make money for his girlfriend and
her Christmas present. He tried to keep living this life for as long as he
could but he was not sure how long he could keep it up. If he were to ever be
caught Lord only knows how long he would be locked away for.
Coming from a small town nobody was used to all the buzz going around. It
made Billy nervous. That was all everyone talked about on the small shaded
streets of Prince Rupert.
"Billy, Billy!" Henry yelled.
Snapping out of his dream world Billy relied "What?"
"Go down town and pick up some eggs would ya?"
"Yeah sure Dad."
As he wa ...
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My Participation In The Prince Of Wales Robotics Team
... to devise a functional remote-controlled robot designed to achieve a
specific task under the constraints of time. As a consequence of team effort and
ingenuity, we ranked first in our province of British Columbia at the 1996
National Championships. Another aspect of my participation with this high school
club in problem solving was to acquire the neccessary funds in the construction
materials, competition fees as well as for personal expenses required for
traveling outside the province for competitions. Fund-raising was both stressful
and difficult due to the fact that corporate sponsors had limited resources and ...
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Creative Writing: The Most Important Day Of My Life
... how to make it off PBS. So we first drilled a hole on one end of the
cap so that the fuse could fit through it. Then we began to fill the pipe with
black powder. Once it got half full we stuck the fuse in, and began to fill it
up with more black powder. Once it was almost full we stopped, and we filled
the rest up with hot glue. We did not know if the glue would ignite it or not
so we tested it out on a small sample of black powder. The glue did not ignite
the black powder, so we filled up the pipe with hot glue. We then screwed the
steal cap back on the pipe with the fuse sticking out. We were done w ...
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Creative Writing: The Missed Fly Ball
... and throw
it. It was not this simple for me. I turned around, bent down for the ball,
and after the third try successfully grabbed it and stood back up and prepared
to throw. Well the first thing that came to mind was just to fling it up in the
air and hope it makes it to somebody around the base runner. Considering my
previous luck, I just threw it to the first basemen. The throw was not any
better then the catch. It landed 5 feet short and by the time the first basemen
recovered the runner had rounded third base and was at least halfway home. The
runner did score on a close play at the plate. The run gave ...
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Personal Writing: My First Hockey Match
... for my seat.
The aroma of beer and freshly roasted peanuts from the concession
stands drifted towards me, and intensified my hunger pains. I noticed in
the Dairy Queen booth a heavenly looking vanilla sundae, mounded with plump,
juicy strawberries, and perfectly round indigo blueberries-it made my mouth
salivate, and I knew that I had to taste one. As I edged toward my seat, I
noticed Little Ceasars advertising grease puddled on top pepperoni pizza
and a frothy mug; emersed with crisp cold beer…this teased my temptation.
With only a few dollars left, and my arms filled with delectable treats, I
fin ...
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Personal Writing: I Love Horror Novels
... some writers at the Virginian
Pilot newspaper feel I should) because it's mine. I know this sounds
selfish, but I'm being honest. A part of my personality goes into my work
and I feel if people read enough of my work, they will discover certain
personal feelings I would prefer to keep private.
-- Honesty Check...I also think my work sucks. --
As to where I get my ideas from for my sick excursions, I sincerely do
not know. Like Stephen King (who got the idea to write IT when looking off
of a bridge) I seem to receive my mad phantasms out of thin air. For
example, when I first began writing the first dr ...
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Personal Writing: My Grandfather
... to pretend that they were road maps, with
red roads and blue roads popping up everywhere. I would sit in is lap and
try to straighten out his fingers. He never became angry, he only sat
with great patience and smiled.
I am always told, by relatives, that those hands used to be able to
do anything. Such as hold a rifle so steadily that he never missed a
target. I have also read newspaper articles, about the hands that were so
great they led the baseball team in an undefeated season. Grandfather’s
hands pitched fourteen “no-hitters” in a role. When I hear all the
wonderful things about them, I have to b ...
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Personal Writing: An-Yang
... by herself in Glendale. My family and I used to eat lunch at her
house every week. I remember trudging up the dank, squeaky stairs with my
siblings, yelling "An-yang!!"(grandmother) all the way. She would yell in
a similar fashion "Ah! Shua- nging!" (ah, children!) Smells of old-
fashioned Shanghainese cooking would assail my senses, as my mouth watered
in anticipation of the savories to come.
One particular afternoon, after we had finished eating, we draped ourselves
around her living room. I was sitting on a dilapidated couch, whose colors
were made indiscernible by time, and was looking around her room. ...
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