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Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

Overall, I am a work in progress that continues to enhance in my basic and advanced skills day by day. I believed I am getting better and I will continue to practice until I am a master piece. Honestly, I feel comfortable entering the counseling field after learning many techniques and tools that will help me grow as a counselor.

I will start this off with an introduction. I am Kelly Rose Keschner, an incoming sophomore in Highschool. I would say I get pretty good grades and try so hard in school to prove to myself and my peers that I am a very good student despite what has happened to me.

He sat up and scootched to the edge of his bed, sighing deeply as he considered the course of actions to come. To say the very least, he was excited, though nervous at the same time. It was a very unpleasant mixture of feelings that didn’t boil over well in his stomach, but he supposed he had to suck it up and muster what he’d been praying to do since the end of Summer, when school had started. Getting up now, he maneuvered to his closet and pulled out his jacket, putting it on when suddenly he had caught a folder of papers in his peripheral vision.

Nathan rang the doorbell at 4:15 exactly. Ocean and I jogged over to the door and opened it. We both said hello to him as he stepped inside. He sat down on the couch with a grunt. He said;

I remember a past experience that has influenced me to how I am today. I used to be afraid of heights until I went on an airplane. It had been my first time to ride an airplane and be in the air. When I first stepped on the plane I was very shaky about going. When the plane began to take off from the airport I was very nervous. We were up in the sky and I wanted to be back on the ground in a few minutes. It took a few hours. When we landed in Georgia we got off the plane and got our items.

My eyes fluttered open and I found myself there again. I always find myself in the same place, stuck in the exact moment of time when it all happened. I struggled to get a hold of myself. Is this a memory or am I still in Afghanistan?

Currently I am part of a Bitnot team which is developing home automation solutions, more specifically smart door lock. My main role is development of prototypes, ordering and testing components and designing electronics prototypes.

There isn’t a day in my life that I wake up and do not ask myself, “Why?” Why did my mother have to leave? Why did this happen to me? Without a doubt, the absence of my mother is the hardest obstacle I have had to overcome. My parents were young and unsure how to raise a child on their own. My mom really believed she could not do it, so she left when I was eight months old. At that age, a mother to an infant is everything, yet she was not there. I grew up not knowing the love of a mother, but learned to be independent. I did not have someone to guide me through childhood because my dad was too busy working in order to provide for us, and his family had kids of their own to worry about. Though his family loved us, they favored their own children over me and my sister. We had to do everything around the house while they did nothing. We felt as if we had no voice and no one to support us. Being in this situation made me into

One aspect about myself, that goes unnoticed in my life is my determination. Determination has been a trait of mine for the majority of my life. Both my mother and father are very determined people. Having them as my role models growing up, I always wanted to one day be like them. I personally believe this is where my determination aspect came from. I don’t think that I was born with it, but rather developed it because of the people I was surrounded by in my life.

The sand is cold, the sky overcast, and the waves crash against the shore echoing harshly through my ears. I see clouds rolling overhead, I can smell the salt of the ocean, feel the texture of the sand, taste the electricity on the air and it all points to the coming storm. Is it real? Can anything be real when seen through someone else's eyes, felt through someone else's skin, tasted through someone else's tongue, Breathed through someone else's nose, heard through someone else's ears? This is what the world looked like to her, felt like to her, but what did it look like to me, feel to me? Was there ever a me or only this continually changing sculpture, patterns of a person and nothing more. I shivered as the cold air caressed the flesh I wore.

Bishop walked out of class and as he looked around him. Bishop noticed that this is a big world and he is just another person walking around on this campus. When Bishop started his journey from the point of no return, he realized that this was not going to be an easy task. He got to that point by seeing all of the people talking as if home filled the air. Bishop felt the wind blowing by him and it was very calming and yet it carried the voices of thousands of people. After that it brought him back to realization that he had to go to Briggs no matter what. That's was when he heard footsteps and he fell awkwardly thinking “who is behind me is it someone I know or someone I have not seen before” so he took a seat across from Briggs and took deep breaths when he looked up and the lady walked inside of Mark Jefferson and as he sat there for a minute he saw a classmate. He noticed how dedicated she was pulling her backpack and talking to a teacher, he kindly smiled as they walked away, though they did not see him since he

A few hours and two trips back to the refrigerator later, John found himself staring at the clock on the wall, attempting to decipher the time. It had to have been well into the evening by now, and he surely was supposed to be home hours ago but Alexander Hamilton had a way of making you forget things like that. He had just done a rendition of a Christmas song that John could not recall moments before and had stumbled through the lyrics to the tune of John’s laughter. At the final chord, Alex had taken it upon himself to dramatically drape his body across John’s legs and pushed as close as he could manage into his chest. John giggled at this before absentmindedly running his fingers through his hair.

I finally stopped running to take a breath. Shining, a light shimmered off of some glass allowing me to see a group of people dancing at what seemed like a party in a big house. Hesitantly, I slowly walk towards the huge house. Nervously, I just opened the door. Then I saw him...

“Oh, I see Mr. I’m-All-Talk decided to show up today,” Mrs. Sorun smirked as I stepped inside the classroom. She was unpacking a box full of unusual equipment; placing a small rectangular machine with wires hanging, blindfolds, and tiny remotes on each table. “Ready to fold under my unbarring pressure again?”