Did You See Me Coming?

How did NappaDori Happen? I can’t really give you a nice, glorified story but I have been doing this for a long time - leather and exploring other materials, but at the end of the day when you’re working for someone, it gets frustrating doing things for other people and what you end up making is not yours. They’ll tell you to fix this, fix that, this is not working, but its their thought process not yours. So when you’re working for someone you don’t have a say, but at the same time you need the

So, I was reading the 1760 Spotlight on the GA Website and it says you have been at GA for 28 years, I would consider that a long time…what is the reason you have been here so long? I taught at a couple schools before coming to GA, but when I got here, I just really liked the environment, I like the colleagues, I liked the students, and it was just really good for me to be back in Pennsylvania. GA was a school that felt comfortable from the start, I got to teach what I liked, I liked that the sports

jury this murder just? Not long ago you and I were allies Macbeth, fighting in a war for our country against the corrupt Norwegian’s. Now, I lie here, surrounded by mere nature, betrayed. What justification could Macbeth find in order to seal the fate of my beloved family? You are no longer the man I once knew. Lately I have come to know a new man, one motivated by power, one motivated by supremacy. It’s almost as if my dear friend Macbeth is now foreign to me. It’s almost as if he also ran off to

Jesus does not even know when He is coming back for His Bride. Only God, the Father knows! But, according to prophecy it is much sooner than we can grasp. The longer the decision to repent of your sin and to acknowledge Jesus as the Messiah is put off, the weaker the will to do it gets. Satan knows that he can effectively use procrastination as a weapon. Delay will sap your initiative, and you will fall into reasoning. In Acts 26:28 KJV, "… almost thou persuadest me to be a Christian." Almost is not

life at the river that night. After the charges were made, the judge asks the young man, “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” The young man said, “Sir, you can’t condemn me to die, because you are the one who saved my life just a few weeks ago when you pulled me from the river.” The judge said, “Son, on that day I was your savior, today I am your judge.” I wanted to tell that story so I could remind you of another Savior and Judge; the Lord Jesus Christ. The Lord is gentle and kind. (James 3:17)

outside had many motivational posters, but it did not help. I was nervous, terrified, asking so many questions and I thought to myself, Should I just run away? It was a cold January month, New Year just passed a few days ago and this new year was going to be different. I moved to a new elementary school district where my public school was Matsunaga. It had only been two days since we bought my new house

Twelve for me means none of that. Twelve marks the year when a member of the Nazi party could knock on our door and take me away. Twelve marks the age that I might never see my family again. Growing up with the frenzy of the war outside my bedroom window seized my childish qualities and innocence away from me. I do not have the option to play in the street like the others. I cannot casually walk in the Berlin plaza freely, as it seems that every five seconds a Nazi soldier stops to question me. I have

Coming back to the U.S. for the second time in my life after nine years was perhaps one of the most challenging obstacles I have ever had to face. Not only did I have to accustom myself to the language but also to a newer, differentiated culture. Also, with that came some bullying and taunting that did not pull me down but instead opened my eyes to see what a strong and enduring person I could be. With help from my teachers and my supporting family as they helped buffer my experience and transition

or finding out the woman you ‘meet’ is not actually a woman. Sailors were paired up in groups of three, known as swim buddies. You are not to lose, abandon, or separate from your swim buddies, else you might do some mundane extra duty to waste your time, such as cleaning bars of soap with soap. Two sailors were paired up with me, Maines and Stanley. We have been friends for ages, Maines was more of

feel it. The sweat running down my face. Down my body. The tiredness of my legs that have carried me many, long miles and the gasp for air I make every so meter. The ache from the hungry beast, gnawing at my insides in my stomach. The desert begging for rain on the surface of my tongue and in my throat. This is how it ends. Starvation and dehydration. It's almost too much to think at this point. I can see Rick and Daryl up front, looking back. Not at us, but something behind the group. Carl notices