The Beginning Of Fall

“Jackie, you can sometimes go a little overboard, so Carl is taking the wheel.” Carl continues. “Once upon a time” Jim screams. He rolls his eyes at Jim, “May I proceed,” He responds rhetorically. By the time Carl finishes the scary story, Jim has already dashed into the tent, startling his dog, a basset hound named Roxy. Carl and Jackie look at each other in regretful worry, walking towards Jim's tent. Opening the tents flap reveals Jim smothering his face into his pillow, crying. “Oh, I didn't mean to scare you with my story, Jim” apologized Carl.“It's just a story, Jim, there's nothing to be afraid of.” sneered Jackie, resting her hand on his shoulder. “Jackie! You know I don't like scary stories!” He cried, muffled by his pillow. “Hey, listen Jim, you can't

Laurie, at first, did not seem at all interested. But when Laurie’s father and I both said that we knew that he was Charles, he just stared at us. “Laurie, or should I say Charles,” said Laurie’s father, “Your mother and I are very upset at your behavior.” “Lying to us is never the right thing to do. Not to talk about all the other trouble you have caused. Kicking the teacher, yelling in the classroom, being fresh, and telling other kids to say swear words is absolutely not ok Laurie!” I could see that Laurie felt a sense of fear. “Laurie,” I said, “Your father and I are going to have to punish you for what you have done. But first, we need you to apologize to your teacher and all of the students for your behavior during the past couple weeks. Do you know what it means to apologize?” “It means to say sorry,” said Laurie. “Correct,” I said. “So when you go to school today, I will ask your teacher to give you a chance to have a word

The sun rising and birds chirping, a fresh a breath air consumed my lungs. It was the start of my junior year at Coral Park Sr. High, and I was ready to enjoy my year with old friends and maybe have a girlfriend. As I pass through classmate and teachers outside the classroom; going up the main stairs in the back of the school entrance, I was interrupted by a wonderful fruity smell. As I turned to see what aroma lured me, suddenly I bumped my head and fell off the stairs. Once I realize what happen, I quickly ran up to the girl and held her hand; her hair was covering her face at that time so I didn’t pay so much attention. Ring! Ring! Ring! The bell rung and I was late. I apologize to her and told her that I would invite

He tried to turn to face the pigged faced lady, but he couldn’t. He screamed and hollered for his dad,nothing, again, again, still nothing. He realized that he was on his own, the lady stepped closer and closer while she laughed. Martin was forced to wobble into the corner of the tiny elevator. He was at a loss of what he could do to protect himself, then a light bulb went off in his head.

Turning someone’s life around takes a lot of dedication. Spencer, the main character in Robert Parker’s Early Autumn, uses dedication in order to turn a boy’s life around who hasn’t learned the proper skills he’ll need to survive as an adult. Spencer’s code gives him the ability to posses a lot of discipline because Spencer values constant self improvement which shows that constantly improving yourself is a trait that adults need to have in order to be healthy and function in society. Some of Spencer’s rules show that his code includes dedication.

He’d read it before, but it was still a good, solid read, easy to while the time away with. By now it was just gone half-six in the evening. His plan was to get a quiet table, eat dinner slowly, have a couple of drinks in the bar, read his book the entire time, and hopefully he’d be in a fit state to sleep fitfully for a change. He made sure he had his room key in his pants pocket, checked he had his Blackberry in his other pants pocket, pulled himself back into his suit jacket, then walked out of his room, pausing only to make sure his door had closed

I first came across “Spring and Fall”—as I did a similar poem, Frost’s “Nothing Gold Can Say”—through two teen movies of the 1980’s. The Frost poem was featured in Copola’s adaptation of the popular S.E. Hinton young adult novel, The Outsiders, and Hopkins’ in Vision Quest, a forgettable movie about a young man searching to find himself by taking on the unbeatable state champion in a wrestling match. (Our hero beats him!) In both films, the themes of the pains and triumphs of growing up are presented in familiar formulas, and the poems lend a sense of gravity to that theme. In any case, lots of my friends in high school, who never would have read poetry otherwise, knew these poems and could recognize them, having heard them in a

With five minutes left before school began, they considerably ignored the speed limit in order to arrive on time. Jeff screamed, “I would rather be late than go 65 miles per hour in a 35 mile per hour area!” With the school in sight, a blaze of red and blue lights flashed around the car. With the music on full volume, Katie was oblivious to the squadron of police cars and helicopters surrounding her vehicle. Knowing she would be incarcerated, Jeff sprinted to the front entrance of the school and lunged for the door handle. Before he could reach it, the principal, Mr. Marley, stepped directly in front of him. “Saturday school it is,” he scoffed while opening the door for Jeff. After arriving in his first period class, his favorite teacher, Mr. Garvey, handed him an assignment. In the top right corner of the page, it read in red ink, “Due at the end of class.” Noticing there were only eight minutes left to finish his in-class essay, he scribbled down whatever crossed his mind. At the end of the day, Mr. Garvey called Jeff into his office. In his left hand, he held the in-class essay he assigned that day. Before passing out onto the ground, Jeff caught a glimpse of a large red ‘F’ stamped on his

Autumn in New England means foliage, fairs, and delicious, crispy, local apples. Whether you crave the sweet crunch of a Honey Crisp apple, the juicy sweet flavor and vivid red color of a local favorite, the Macintoch apple, or love the Cortland apple, ideal for an apple pie or apple crisp, apples are a fall favorite.

I had lots of homework and a test the following day that I should have started in study hall. I waited to start it when I got home at 8:30. I fell behind

So then I go, and find Mrs. Price and tell her, ¨The red sweater wasn't mine. I knew adults weren't right all the time.¨ So I yell at the top of my lungs to Mrs. Price, ¨YOU BELIEVE ALL THE STUDENTS AND YOU ALWAYS YELL AT ME, I WISH YOU NEVER TEACHED HERE, I JUST WANT TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE.” Then Mrs. Price tells me to go to the office. So I stomp my feet on the floor ,and go to the office. When I get into Mr. BobbyJoe’s office i talk to him and tell him what had happened. He says to me, “Now Rachel I know how you feel if I were you I would do the same thing. So what i want you to do is to go and tell Mrs. Price your sorry while I go and call your parents then come back.” So I go back to the class room and tell Mrs. Price that I was

November 23, 2009 is a day I’ll never forget. I was a freshman in college. It started of a typical day on the campus of University of Southern Mississippi. I went to class and the went home. This particular day I decided to go to my boyfriend’s apartment to spend time with him before he left for work. Bird’s chirping, wind whistling, I thought today was a beautiful day. Little did I know, my world was about to come to a screeching halt.

Unitas Multiplex is the Latin phrase indicating that a person makes a unified whole out of many diverse aspects of personality. My understanding of it is that every person in the world has multiple personalities. One minute the person that was extremely happy, all of a sudden was upset for no reason. Then thirty minutes in to the upset rant, the person starts smiling for no apparent reason. Proprium is all aspects of a person that make for unity persons sense of self or ego.

Misty dew covers the entire surface of the field. The yellowing corn stalks stand erect and proud until my grandpas tractor comes to end their growth. Autumn slowly weaves its way in and leaves a stain of brilliant color in its wake. Not everyone enjoys such colors, but when you take a second to step outside your doorstep, and look at all the wonders that surround you, you’d be surprised at how marvelous the world can truly be. To me, Autumn is a time for relishing in the colors. Soaking in the oranges and reds while sitting by a warm fire. It’s a time for remembering that everything does end, but it does not have to end in the dreadful way we think it will. Autumn is a time for the closeness of others to keep out the chill of the morning and the starry-eyed darkness of the night.

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