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  • My Experience In The Classroom

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    As I step foot in the classroom, I realize in what mess I got myself into. In a regular day, I would be prepared to go home, lie in bed, listen to music, and just forget about the rest of the world for a while. These past few weeks have been quite stressful. I consider myself a very self-conscious person, so I overthink and exaggerate, but in finals, it is pretty likely you will find me having a breakdown at least every 2 hours. These “flaws” destroyed what was left of my mental strength. The feeling

  • Descriptive Essay About Hidden Courage

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    It was a beautiful Saturday night. I was walking home from my friend 's house with my boyfriend. The sun was setting, which is normally around the time we eat dinner. We arrived at my house and we headed inside to see what we were having to eat. As I opened the front door, I inhaled the enticing scent of marinated steak and buttered shrimp. I walked in, took off my shoes and went towards the kitchen to get something to eat. My mother, my boyfriend, my brother and I all got in a line to grab a plate

  • A Short Story : Chapter 1

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    “Annis.” Gwen sucked in a sharp breath. “This is too much.” “Hardly. Since I took your advice and offered the option to order gift certificates electronically, and I had the website updated, like you suggested, the store is more profitable than ever. You deserve this, and I won’t hear another word about it. Now go home. You worked your ass off today.” Tears burned Gwen’s eyes. “Thank you for everything. This job, the bonus, your support…” “Don’t you dare make me cry.” Annis sniffed and blinked

  • I Am A Man On Social Media

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    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 into each other’s eyes and slowly dancing the night away. I met this

  • The Book ' Sailor Moon '

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    A Japan is quite an interesting place. I have never personally been to Japan, but my grandpa has gone there multiple times. I remember how he would bring stuff from his trips for me and my dad. It was interesting to see all the different stuff he brings back, it was crazy. One day he just got back from Japan and give me this comic book called Sailor Moon. To me at the time it was the weirdest thing. I don’t know if you know this, but Japanese comic books (also known as manga) are supposed to be

  • Creative Writing: Antony´s Grave Essay

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    with a mother like you. You’ve always been too wrapped up in your own life to even care how I feel, especially ever since you found out that I couldn’t help Anthony. I was no coincidence; I was engineered to be spare parts for Anthony”, Hannah yelled over the howling screams of the wind. As she turned her back to her mum and began to storm off, Hannah took one last glance at her mum and said, “From the day I was born I’ve always been treated more like an object than like your daughter”. *** Since

  • Personal Narrative- Stages of my Childhood and Struggles with Being Social

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    The person I have become today is due to my development of the theoretical stages. When looking at the construction of the three theoretical perspective stages of my child hood, it is clear to see where and how I came to be the person I am today. My values, characteristics and attitude have all been molded by my micro-, meso-, and macro systems. The influences of my family and my life at home have shaped me into the person I am today. My family, consisting of my mother, my father, and two sisters

  • I Ask Going Into The Kitchen

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    “Coffee?" I ask going into the kitchen. "Yes please." Qiana, my roommate, replies. I get the coffee brewing and head back into the living room. I see Qiana at the sofa with her laptop open trying to study. Her hair is in a bun with messy brown strands shoot out from every angle. Her eyes give a gray blue feel, the color of her worn out Disney world sweater. I was about to sit next to her when the brewer beeped. It was alarming, telling me to hurry. Our coffee brewer has two slots which makes it faster

  • The Day Of The Coffee

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    Selena 's p.o.v I walk into the dainty and simple coffee shop that I always get my morning coffee from. I look around in the shop seeing all the familiar elderly faces. I never bother to say a word to any of them but smile. I just don 't feel the need to socialize at 9 o 'clock am when I 'm an enervated mess. They 're all usually eating their breakfast or reading their daily newspaper anyways. Not so many young people come here but me. It 's either the shop 's unappealing aspect or the coffee isn

  • How To Write A Short Story : A Story?

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    I was walking down the street with my family coming back from the grocery store. I saw a man walk down the dark alleyway. The man was wearing all black. Next thing I knew, I'm in the local hospital. The only other person from my family who had survived that horror of a man, in a hospital bed. I could hear the nurses in the back faintly speaking, “Bleau Neur. Time of death 5:36 pm, January 13th.” The heart monitor went flat. Tears upon tears upon tears rolled down my cheek. I burst out of the room