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that I wish to work in, which is automotive engineering. Another thing that has stuck with me is appreciating the differences in the generations of people and how much of each one makes up the work force. An example of this is, the Millennials/ Gen Y (My generation), we want jobs on our own terms with opportunities to make differences, get educated, grow , and just have a good time. Each generation has something that makes them unique, and knowing that can improve your chances of being successful in

slammed shut as my dad sounded the horn a few times. Mom and dad were off to visit my siblings at school. It is just me and the puppy, Mimi, roaming my newly lonely house. I whipped up a cup of hot coco, grabbed some marshmallows, then ran up the stairs straight to my bed, finding the netflix screen waiting for me. Bundled up in my covers on a rather chilly and windy fall night laid my doggie and I relaxing while watching the dramatic series of “90210”. I began to sink deeper into my comfy bed beginning

glow of the rising sun tinted the sky with shades of yellow and orange. As I walked to the car, I could feel the soft breeze pass through my hair so gently as if an angel ran its fingers through each strand. I paused for a moment to enjoy that delightful feeling before I began my journey to work. On the way to work, began to think of the guy that has stolen my heart. Every song that played reminded me of him. As I listened to “Baby, Hold on to me” by Gerald Levert, I began to envision us looking

spoke my great Aunt Debbie, a few hours before she passed. I will never forget the way her raspy voice sounded as she layed there in that hospital bed and I layed there in mine. The only thing between us was a phone and a few hundred miles. If you could do anything to have one more conversation with a loved one, would you take your chances? Sometimes too often, we don’t say the things we want to say to the ones we love and before we know it, it’s too late. If I only had one chance to speak to my Aunt

In her stories Lost Lady and My Antonia, Willa Cather explores the ‘woman problem’. She does this by exploring the lives of women through the lens of men who grew up around them. Doing this allows her to highlight how society treats women and men differently, and subtly show this distinction to readers in order to call out the patriarchal double standard that existed in her time, and continues to exist today. In the stories of Marian Forrester and Antonia Shimerida, Willa Cather highlights struggles

I woke up hearing the infuriating and pulsating ring of my alarm, I checked the calendar, another Sunday, just like any other, hunting day. I assembled my weapons into my reliable black duffle bag; a silenced handgun, a military-grade pocket knife and my SR-25 sniper rifle. Wearing a pair of ripped jeans as faded as erased blue pencil markings, and a grey hoodie that hugged every crevice of my muscular torso, I headed out to my black Ford pickup truck. Throwing the duffle bag into the passenger seat

Shanna Angel Cameron Wilson English Composition 1 15 September 2017 Rocky’s Tale Right now, as I write this, it is so dark, that I can barely see my tail. I’m curled up, in my room, at the foot of my bed, and my boy is sprawled out across the rest of the bed. The room is very warm, musty, and humid, and and where the carpet can be seen, it is covered with stains of soda, dirt, and things I don’t want to imagine. I know, it might sound kind of disgusting, but I love this place! As for myself, I go

I have always had a love for dark eyeliners. For me the accentuate my eyes, and make them look bigger, while enhancing the green color of my eyes. I had been for quite some time using an eyeliner jug, which I loved, but at the same time, hated how long it took to apply the liner. These days I 'm more about fast, simple, and effective. When I came across Revlon Bedroom Eyes Powder Liner, Fishnet Jet 660, at my local Rite Aide, I was immediately intrigued. A liner that goes on in a powdered form

astounded me. Growing up in my southern town, I was not forced to have specific ideals, but the culture certainly affected them. My town has made me who I am today and I question if being raised so conservative has held me back and if the culture in my hometown needs to be more modernized. Not being adjusted to individuality, the culture of the town, and the towns traditional views, are all experiences that have impacted me to understanding where I came from has affected my social identity. From a

feels light against my tan skin. Vibrant pinks, oranges, and yellows streak across the sky. The water of the Connecticut River rushes under the bridge I am standing on. “Cathy. Hurry up,” my friend Ashley calls to me. “One second,” I respond. I take a deep breath and walk the two steps over to the edge. I put my foot on the ledge pushing up my body weight onto my left leg, while grabbing Ashley’s hand at the same time. I place my right foot on the thin perch, wobble slightly, regain my balance, and stand