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he sun was just getting dark; it was a very cold night. My mom and I went on a mother-son date. We went to a sushi place . My mom said it would be delicious, I said, “Okay I trust you.” We rushed to get ready to go. We waited 15 minutes for a table to be ready for us.So finally the waiter came to bring us to are table .The waiter came by and dropped off the menu and asked us what to drink I said a Chinese Sprite drink it is where you push the ball into the drink and it will turn into soda.My mom

War is Crippling to a Man’s Body and Soul In the novel, All Quiet on the Western Front, Erich Maria Remarque, starting with the epigraph of the book, defaces the didactic tips that the war burdens Bäumer with, "This book is to be neither an accusation nor a confession, and least of all an adventure, for death is not an adventure to those who stand face to face with it. It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped shells, were destroyed by the war" (1).

My family and I are in the dim parking garage, walking towards the elevator. We are so glad to be able to spend time with each other. This trip was especially for my grandparents before they left back to the Philippines. However, something kept bothering me. I later glared up, staring at the silver, shiny doors. We have now arrived at the elevator, an extremely quiet one although. It was just my family and I. No chatter, nor humming; it was almost as if it was dead. My mind went blank after the

A Beautiful Day at Six Flags Either you run the day or the day runs you-Jim Rohn. This whole day to learn. It was a Beautiful August day my family decides to go to six flags. We went to go see if my friend, Weston, and Ellie's friend, Hope could come too. Weston was eleven, I was twelve, my sister was mine, and Hope was nine too. Turns out they were able to come and their mom came with us too. We drove for one hour and thirty minutes to get to six flags. We had to walk a long way to even get into

We went to Bath and Body and I bought six bottles of hand sanitizer and gave one to Tovah. I also bought a hand sanitizer holder and it came with two so I gave one to Tovah and I kept one for myself. When we were done shopping we ate lunch then went back to the cabin. We started a fire in the fireplace but the vent was closed so the cabin filled up with smoke that made Tovah sleepy so she took a nap. When it was about nine o'clock, we woke her up and we went to Top Of The Rock. We were there to go

It was unpredictable. It was unsanitary. It caused many soldiers to lose their hope and their lives. It was World War I. The horrors of World War I are shown clearly in Erich Maria Remarque’s All Quiet on the Western Front. Paul Baumer is the protagonist, he is just a regular young man who has not had any major life experiences, until he enlists in the war. He goes from just a regular unexperienced teenage boy to a mature adult in a short time. This novel is set in WWI behind the German frontlines

perpendicular to each other, the brick closest to my feet had the creation I molded. The bricks and my work were suppose to model a tortilla press. A wooden one in fact, one that my mother had. The scene in its entirety, was captured in the backyard. But the back yard was huge. It was a warm washed out shade brown with scattered vegetation on all sides. Foliage landscaped the ground like a huge blanket. Patches of a thin tall grass cascading shadows on the cool soil. A huge mound of maybe hundreds of dark wooden

I'm going over there!" She said. "No mom, dont" I said. The door open and I saw Rashad. "You are also forbidden to talk in the phone" he said snatching it. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TELLING ME WHAT TO DO!" I screamed trying to get my phone back. I followed him out my room and he dropped my phone down there. "Disobey and Disrespect my rules and that will be you" he pointed at my now smashed into million pieces phone. "I rather die" I mumbled afraid. He walked up to me pinning me against

It was the cold of January. We had just gotten back to school after the short, but still sweet, winter break. The first few days were a blast of course. But as time moved on, I quickly realized how bored I had become with my life. I had fallen into a routine almost as strict as a soldier standing guard a fortress. I woke up, went to school, came home, and went to sleep, just to do the same thing the next day. Sitting and contemplating for hours about possible new hobbies became my speciality. Yet

When you do something wrong and you are afraid of the consequences, there is usually one parent that you would prefer to get scolded by. This is because they are the one that is more lenient or clement, as opposed to cruel. In “All Quiet on the Western Front” by Erich Maria Remarque and “The Prince” by Nicolo Machiavelli, the question of whether it is better to be cruel or clement arises. Machiavelli devises that leaders should strive to be considered clement over cruel for a few reasons. In the