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Emily Dickinson On Drugs?
... people do not normally space out
and see their funerals in their heads. "And I dropped down, and down," in
other words, Emily just passed out. Not only was Emily passed out, she was
also having near-death experiences according to the poem "My life closed
twice before its close." Maybe she was trying to kick the habit and became
depressed. "It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to
me" means that she is worried about dying and she wondered if there is
anything for her after this life. Once again, in her poem "Because I
could not stop for Death," Dickinson is writing about her death, only she's ...
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Personal Writing: Living In Both Texas And New York City
... or relate with. Although it's located in different regions, it was
beneficial to experience and to taste the variety in culture, way of life, and
the school system.
I was raised in the central Manhattan of the Big Apple, the city that
never sleeps. Mass transit and people had always flooded the streets and
intersections. It seemed like everyone were heading for different directions
and the citizens of New York City are too busy with their own affairs and does
have time to care of what's going on in their surroundings. The citizens of New
York City would care less about the traffic safety and reading the traffic ...
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Personal Writing: Son's Trip To The Emergency Room
... raise them.
I didn't know it at the time, but my son had gone to the kitchen to get himself a snack. He opened the refrigerator door and took out a jar of pickles. As I looked to see what he was doing, I turned around just in time to see the jar fall from his hands and watched as he fell to the floor almost in slow motion. I jumped to my feet and scooped him off the floor when I noticed there was blood streaming from his wrist area down his arm. My heart sank as I searched for the open wound. My first thought was that he cut a vein in his wrist and panic raced through my body with the fear that he would bleed ...
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Visits To The School Office
... are people waiting in line for the same thing,
such as a schedule change. This type of visit also falls under the category
of a friendly visit, where the student feels confident because he has a
reason for being there.
The second force that will call a student to the office is a teacher
asking him to run an errand. The privilege of avoiding class to run an
errand for the teacher is always fought over. This type of office trip
usually involves dropping off some scrap of paper to the proper individual
or hunting someone down to ask them a question. Sometimes, finding the
right person or whatever can become a quite ...
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Vietnam
... part of my plan. What had I done wrong to deserve this? I had been against the war right from the start, and I couldn't imagine fighting in it.
Sad, angry, and scared emotions all worked together and overwhelmed my body. I soon found myself crying.
Before I knew what was going on I was in . I already miss my friends, my family, and especially Abbey. I am constantly numb with the fear that I will have to kill another human being, or worse I myself will be shot and killed. How could my family and Abbey deal with this? Everyone here hates the war and just wants to go home to their families. Everyday dozens of men are ...
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Personal Writing: The Pond
... my brother and I snuck to their
backyard like two undercover police officers, until we were in the clear.
Nerve-wracking minutes later, flowed the emerald green and ever-so lively
lake in front of us. We stopped and starred in awe. The lake had appeared
so shiny and reflective, it resembled a finely-cut diamond. The rare and
distinct fragrance enticed us. It smelled like mother-nature herself, with
aromas ranging from wildlife and wet grass, to evaporated swamp water and
healthy dirt.
Then, the time for us to find the desired vessel arrived. We chose
the kayaks, and set out for the water. Carefully, with our ...
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Personal Writing: Devon
... slouched over
with a slight strut. He waved at some people in the corner booth and smiled,
the people waved back and yelled, "Hay, Devon."
As he looked in my direction I waved at him to get his attention. When
he reached the table I shook his hand and introduced myself. He introduced
himself "Hi my name is Devon." He sat down on the other side of the small table.
Devon is well known in the coffee shop. He goes to the coffee shop
about 3 times a week and tries to meet someone new every time he goes. He is
really nice and it's not hard for him to make friends. Almost everyone in the
shop know ...
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Creative Writing: Packing List - Rave
... wore an
obscure necklace of an alien fetus in a test tube.
Tad carried the necessities in his makeshift backpack: a Tricks cereal
box. He carried a small bottle of water, Donald Duck Pez container, a green
glowstick, and a fifty dollar bill. He carried some earlier purchases of
hardcore mixtapes: Ron D. Core and DJ Dan. He also had leftover blowpops
that he had been passing around, and a handful of flyers he had received.
He carried his driver's license, now useless since he was lacking a vehicle.
He carried a set of keys, with a car alarm remote. What company was he
covered by? He would have to call them later. ...
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Personal Writing: Statues On Campus
... from the face on the man to the clothes on him, and even the book he is reading and the books beside him were all highly detailed. The next thing I notice was how worn down and weathered it looked, I have know idea how long it has been there but it looks kind of dull.
This statue also kind of reminded me of the statue of the man who has his face in his hand thinking about things. I do not know what it is called but it reminded me of that statue because of the intentitive look on face. The person in the statue looks intent on reading or studying, and looks like he understands the literature that he is readi ...
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Creative Writing: Hackers Manifesto
... it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."
Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike. I made a discovery today. I
found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it
makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me...
Or feels threatened by me... Or thinks I'm a smart ass... Or doesn't like
teaching and shouldn't be here... Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're
all alike. And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through
the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is
sent ...
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