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The first Friday of May was one of the first sunny days in a long time, probably since November. Wearing my “Wellesley College” worn out, navy blue hoodie, black Nike’s, and black yoga pants, I was dressed for a comfort. I remember that after my modern world history class, I did not feel the “inspiration” to go to the library and study, so I met up with a few friends at the lockers next to the student center to eat junk food, “do homework,” and listen to music. My purple, patterned backpack landed

Pastor... I 'm planning on buying the Xulu panelbeaters.
 I want my Valentine. I want to be with her. Nzuzo... is this true? Um... Yes, we love each other. - What do you mean you love each other? - Melusi, I didn 't plan any of this. Ever since I came back you call me Melusi and not Baba, because you love him! - We didn 't know you 'd come back. - I 'm not talking to you! Look, we didn 't do this on purpose. We spent a lot of time together after the case... I 'm talking to my wife

Although I enjoy dissecting the story structure of the parables, one thing that, I believe, I need to work on developing is my skill of finding the theme of the story. Looking at the prodigal son, I see various themes—grace, mercy, and compassion; however, reading the story, one theme stands out among the rest: unconditional love. Examining the parable, I noticed three different occasions in which the parable displays the theme of unconditional love. First, at the beginning of the parable, the younger

Introduction This proposal is made to meet the requirements of the Create LLC emerging company that has locations in Houston, Dallas, and Los Angeles. Maintaining a good and secure network across all locations is one of the important tasks. In order to accomplish the requirements of this company there must be use of Active Directory, Group Policy, DNS server, File Services, Remote Services and Windows Server Update Service. These resources will be implemented having in mind that the company will

There are some people out there who are great friends, but a select few are truly special. I have a lot of friends like this, but I’ll be writing about the most prevalent one in my life. Sarah Krelle, the girl who was my best friend, helped me through depression and bullying,and even saved my life. Yes, this essay is about my struggles with depression, bullying, and suicidal thoughts, but it’s also a story of friendship. Let me start from the beginning of the story. Sarah and I met during the cast

“Goodnight kids. Love ya’ both. ” Sighing, I shut the thin white door behind me as I make my way to the stairs, carefully avoiding the fourth step, which upon contact would creak so loudly it would pierce the tranquility of the night. At first turning left to go into the kitchen, I stop to look at his beautiful picture hanging by the rusted fridge handle. Staring at me is his face, strong and confident, and his caring smile, his skin, the color of beautiful chocolate, smooth and flawless. In his

The sea breeze was gentle, yet rough, striking me with a force that knocked me to the ground. My mother chuckled to herself and helped me back to my feet; she always has my entire life. “Oh Proserpina,” she proclaims jokingly, my mother is a goddess, one of many in the Greek Pantheon of Gods. I am her daughter, a demi-god some call me. But I don’t like to act like one; I play with the other kids in the village like any other kid; No one treats me differently. But my mom always wants me to embrace

Have you ever watched a cartoon or a show or even a movie and you see yourself in or through that character ? I recently found myself watching the movie Aladdin with my little cousin. I saw how Jasmine stood up for the poor kids in the village and also how she spoke her mind to her dad about who she had to marry. I saw how we connected in some way and how I am a lot like her. There are other characters who I am also like in other ways. The three fictional characters that most represent my personality

Inhale. Exhale. Breathe. It appears that you have taken one step closer to death. Death is all around us; the air we breathe every day, hour, minute, second is crucial to our survival. However, air can be seen as a double edge sword. Air, is what is keeping us alive, for if we stopped breathing, we would die of suffocation. On the other hand, the longer we breathe, the closer we are towards death. In this sense, a burning what if question has been on my mind: what if the air we are breathing is a

You guys will never believe what happened to me on my flight. You know what a grumpy flier I am, too, so you’ll all find this super entertaining, I’m sure. I’m sitting on my plane from Hartford to New Orleans. I have an aisle seat, of course, and I’m hoping it’s not a full flight. Yeah, right. It’s practically standing room only, and I can feel the plane getting warmer as passengers pack in like sardines. There are few things worse than being trapped in a metal container with 200 of your closest