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Feeling confident from making a new friend and wanting to go up some actual hills, we left the rest of the guys behind. I was one of the ones that felt like we were ready for some new friend making grounds. Making our way to the line to get onto the chair lift we all laughed as we knew that we were about to get hit with some reality. As the line slowly evaporated in front of me, I could hear the screeching sound of the cables getting louder. Simply just walking up the the lift and sitting down wasn't

The last couple of minutes were thinning out and it was time to go. Of course, I had to dance to the last few seconds left of the song, but I shouldn’t have. As I was going to go and grab my jacket I went down. As I began to fall I knew that there was not going to be a good outcome. As I hit the cold, chopped up, ice, I immediately thought about my wrist to see if it was okay because I had just gotten my cast off early that week. But I realized that the pain was all in my left ankle. I quickly grabbed

There will be times were the kids were getting restless or acted uninterested in the class and Mrs. Manner will call them by their names and tell them to pay attention, if the behavior was repeated she will say something along the lines of ; “ Mr., this is the second time, I had to call your attention,” and that usually made them stop and listen. When communicating nonverbally, she will open her eyes wide to show appreciation for answering in a correct manner or will narrow her eyes to tell children

As society progresses, technology and customs often progress proportionally. Social customs, and the way a group of people function as a whole are often altered by significant events or a change in societal variables. Occasionally, this leads to situations in which certain facets of society begin to drastically differ from their original form. Take for example, the abolition of slavery in the United States in 1865. Slavery had been a vastly unchallenged component of American society until that point

“Captured” I couldn’t help but feel miserable on the saturated, and frigid concrete floor. Just to think a couple of days ago, I was sitting on the recliner reading my favorite book kidnapped. Ironic right, considering I’m trapped in a cell with a crazy person having to fend for myself. It all started with a fight with my mom about a party. “But MAAA! PLEASE!!,” I screamed “I said no, it’s a school night Zoey,” she replied, as she hovered over the pasta she was cooking. “I hate these stupid rules

Gray, charcoal clouds, hung in the musty air. Noisy honking and shouting came from every direction. Constantly police and ambulance sirens charged through the streets, interrupting the car's ear-splitting conversation. People trudged through the streets below, panic eternally in the air. Buildings stood tall above everything, observing endlessly. A shade of continuous grey fell across everything. The towering skyscrapers, the fussy cars, the dirty streets, and the people; their faces drowned of everything

In “The Story of an Hour”, Kate Chopin, the author, tells the story of a woman who feels that she has lost her personal freedom because of her marriage. After learning of her husband’s sudden passing, Mrs. Mallard does not feel loneliness and despair, as one would expect. Instead, Mrs. Mallard begins to feel that she may be free from her husband. “There would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself” (Chopin 533). Mrs. Mallard will be able to make her own choices

Oh God, what was that hideous noise? Katelynn pried her eyes open. Where was she? The room was almost pitch black. Slivers of moonlight peeked through the blinds and illuminated the floor, just enough for her to see clothes piled up. Clothes. Where were her clothes? How had she wound up on the floor? And why wouldn’t that awful noise shut up? Noise. That was her phone! She crawled across the floor, sliding her hand under the bed, under the shirts, the jeans. Jeans. Wait, were those her jeans? Yes

the nearest ATM. He continued to Pell Street. As he walked to the door he felt a bitter taste in his mouth, the same old, tiny room with no furniture but a plain kitchen table, a rocking chair and an ordinary chair. When he walked in he saw the old man in the same position he had met him, in the rocking-chair reading a newspaper. “Welcome back, Mr. Austen, please, sit.” said the old man, “I need to know, is there a way to reverse the love potion?”asked Alan “No, Mr. Austen, but there is a way to

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