Lateral pass

On Friday, November 6th, 2015, I went to Delaware Theatre Company in Wilmington, Delaware to see “Playing the Assassin” with my grandmother. Prior to viewing this show, I was not as excited to see this play as I would normally be because it was based on football which is not my forte. I expected lots and lots of action and loudness due to the fact this play was about football. In this paper, I will be discussing sound, acting and costuming. The sound in this play was pretty beneficial to

I remember when I was younger, looking in the mirror and daydreaming. My reflection showed a young girl with a big ambition, one so big that it would wow the world. She was wearing the colours of her favourite football team with her thick, worn through socks pulled up high thinking that nothing could stop her. I would put on my dad’s frayed and oversized football guernsey reminiscing about the special and inspirational moments it had been worn through, thinking of ways I could recreate them for myself

skills. I must not only point out and take responsibility for these habits, but it is also important to know how they negatively affect others around me and how I can easily change them with small behavior adjustments. It’s definitely always easier to pass judgement on others

Being a CNA is hard and taxing on people mentally and physically. It a tiresome job that turns most people off from the start. But, I do think joy can be found in this job. Most will say that being a CNA is like being a glorified butt wiper which I mean yes we do wipe butts but there is a lot more to the job then that. There is relationships that are built with the residents and patients that is unique to a CNA. My job is hard and sometimes I just want to throw in the towel. But then there's that

Literary Analysis Annihilated Time Although many may not believe it until it happens to them, time can pass by so swiftly that one won’t even register it at first. Yes, time passing is a part of life, but the realization of it is another story within itself. “Forgetfulness,” a poem by Billy Collins, and an excerpt from “Once More to the Lake” by E.B. White both provide a clear example of how fast time can go by. In Collin’s piece, he puts together many various ideas one can forget as their life

“Hurry, Hurry what is taking you so long,” yelled mom? “I am coming, just give me one more minute,” I replied. My family is already in the car, as usual waiting on me, but I ran out of the door as quick as I could, so I could jump into my car. I can’t help but to shake, for all I am a nervous mess. It almost looked like my hands were as sweaty as Niagara falls. It is springtime, so the gentle green grass, was super nice to play on in soccer season. Shortly after being in the car, for about 30

the river. The wait seemed endless and ineffective. However, they both heard the faint, steady rhythm of approaching hooves dashing along the icy path. Anxiously, the old man and Edwin watched as several riders curved the bend. He let the first one pass without seeking attention from him. Apparently, Edward was very annoyed, asking him the reason for not stopping the passing horseman. The man kept quiet as he checked out on whether there was another one coming. The another one passed by, followed

in my opinion. In the story the grandfather came to town to give his grandson the medicine bag. He is giving the medicine bag to Martin because because it’s tradition to pass it down to the oldest male child. In the story Martin’s grandfather said that once he knows it’s time that he is getting ready to die is when he must pass along the medicine bag. When Martin had to learn what to put in it his grandfather told him that he needs to replace the sage that is in it now and he needs to put iron in

Thick mounds of snow line the streets and a thin layer of ice after all the plows pushed away the snow. My father and I were driving thru the highway trying to get to my game. The game was at Ramapo College which was 35 min from my house to there with all the detours. As we pulled into the parking lot there was luckily a pretty clean parking spot for us and as we got out we realized that we were very far from the court that I played in, luckily for us there were security guards who were cleaning

for twenty some years when he had a devastating heart attack. I remember the fear and the thoughts of death that made my skin shiver. It was the second week of school on Tuesday when I got a pass at the beginning of my World History class when I got a pass with immediately circled three or four times. The pass made me very confused considering I didn’t know of any appointments I had, and I didn’t ask my mom if I could go home early. Leaving the class and entering the empty hall, thinking about what’s