...It was a normal day like any other, my friends and I were hanging out and talking about stuff and how I’d been and how he’d been. But if you think about it today wasn’t really a normal day, it just started out like one. However I had just gotten my license yesterday since I had gotten 50 hours with my Uncle with me while I was behind the wheel. The reason that I hadn’t waited till 21 so I wouldn’t have to do those 50 hours was because I had recently gotten a job. That was basically the only reason, but you’ll see that the license didn’t just help me out for work, in the end, something much more important. My friend had called me earlier that day to come and check out a car meet that was happening near his house, so I decided to go. “Hey,...
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...could to keep my grip on the bar. Once every cage was full, the horror started, my head was pounding and my knuckles had turned white. I was going to die. The frequent pulse in my head quieted down partially after I pried my clenched fists looser from the duct taped security bar, I could feel the pressure inside my chest expand and I screamed in horror. After the first flip I kind of smiled, which was a first, and then my smile grew the 3rd flip, and the 4th , and the 5th , it was just crazy, the pressure was release and my body relaxed quite a bit. Now every time we flipped, we ended up whooping and screaming with joy. We were so into it, when the ride stopped we’d talk to the people in the other cars with conversations like: “Hey” “Hey” “How’s it hanging?” *laughter* “We’re good, and you?” “Great” Then the ride would start up again and we would never share a single word with them again. By the time the day was over I had rode that ride 8 more times, and it was my new favorite ride. So for short, it’s okay to step outside of your comfort zone and try something different from your normal routine. Who knows, maybe you’ll end up loving it. ...
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...I felt different. It seemed as though the hellwolf was trying to fight back, trying to regain control and keep me as a prisoner within my own body. I went inside and I noticed that I had a few messages on my cell, all of which were from Ethan. Each of them had made me feel even worse about what happened. “Hey Howard,” One message had said, “This is Ethan I just wanted to let you know that I found out where I got transferred to. It’s just a small town to the southeast; I think it was called Minden? I don’t really remember, but I just got to it and I heard from the storekeeper that he saw you here a while ago. “It’s Ethan again,” another said, “I hope you’re not ignoring me, we’ve been friends for so long. At least see me one last time.” “Howard,” the final message said, Ethan was clearly on the verge of tears. “Look, I know you probably don’t want to listen to me or even see me. But, I just want you to know that I don’t want to have to have our last words have been used calling you an old fossil.” I stood up and dusted myself off, if Ethan felt that way, what am I going to tell him? Oh, hey yeah, I just got turned into the same monster that tried to slaughter everyone, how’s your life going? Yeah, right, he’d never forget me. I heard the sound of a jeep pulling up the gravel driveway and I heard the two people driving it, talking. “Well, this is the place.” One of them said whose voice I recognized to be Kyle’s. “The old Solomon place, you’re sure he won’t mind us being here while...
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...Ramirez 1 Aleece Ramirez Professor Zale English 100 & 101 9 November 2011 Friends & Relationships Two girls walk into a bar wearing sparkled jewelry, tight jeans, and killer heels. They realize they are in a place that serves bourbon and whiskey, with folks wearing boots and wranglers, so they learn pretty quickly that they might be a bit out of place here. But nothing seems like too much of a challenge for them; they’ve always had each other’s back in any situation or adventure. I met Laren 13 years ago, and we’ve always had this easy going, fun loving, honest, goofy nature to our friendship. It’s part of the reason our friendship has lasted for as long as it has. Another reason is that we have always wanted what was best for each other and to just be happy. Laren and I had a friendship that was accepting and loyal, until she felt replaced Over the years, we have both had our fair share of bad relationships. It’s difficult to see a friend hurt over someone who didn’t deserve them. Because we have seen the bad it’s easier to see good when it comes around. Two years ago, Laren invited me to a dinner with a few friends. At the dinner I was introduced to Hector who is now my boyfriend. Without me knowing, she invited the both of us with intentions that we would meet and be interested in one another. She knew him from a friend and thought we would hit it off. For the next two months we went out together with a group of friends to bars, sporting events and even taking...
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...Stressful Playing I saw the moon hanging in the sky right outside the window of my dads truck. I was thinking about what I would be doing today in lessons, sometimes I learn a new song and sometimes it is just basic things. When we arrive at the studios where my lesson is I get out of the truck and step into the cold dark night and I could hear an owl in the distance, it's a nice night. Not much city noise and no yelling or screaming. When I get to matt's studio I sit down right away in front of the drum set. He leads of my handing me a piece of paper. In big black words it reads DRUM RECITAL ALL WELCOME. Before he even started to talk I got a sinking feeling, I thought to myself, don't make me do this. I don't like crowds, performing and...
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...Ryan Dunphy Creative Writing Assignment Lost Footsteps Standing 6 feet 8 inches tall and doofy as a clown, Mike had always found it tough to fit through the door way let alone fit in at school. With long arms that resembled pool noodles and a face that only a mother could love, he never really felt like he belonged. Ever since a young age Mike tried really hard to impress the guys but often times was clumsy and wound up making a fool of himself. His tall stature naturally gave him an advantage physically, which drew him to sports. Mike was particularly attracted to basketball, not just because of his height advantage but because when he played with friends and teams were picked he always got picked first, so tall that he could just get all the rebounds. Fitting in for Mikey meant the world to him, if he could have taken a class titled, How to be cool 101, Mikey would be the first kid in class every day. Mikey ‘s parents recognized how much their son was struggling socially so they offered to go meet with a therapist that they had known from a family friend. It wasn’t a topic of conversation at all for Mikey however as he said, “Are you kidding Ma, If someone finds out that I talk to some lady about my problems, their gonna think I’m a freak!”. Not wanting to make their son upset Mikey’s parents decided to drop the issue as it probably wasn’t that big of deal and like they said “he was sure to get through it on his own”. The summer after Mikey’s junior year...
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...weight and then some. She's universally trusted (I think). Tom's the joker. A naturaJ sales guy-a bouncy golden retriever personality that cloaks real drive, know what I mean? Younever really get inside, but there don't seem to be many internal climate changes anyway. Jack's intense, maybe an intellectual-I haven't quite figured him out. I think he may be shy (?). Anyhow, then there's Andy Zimmerman, who's got me slightly worried-maybe because he intimidates me just a bit. He's very bright, but he's aggressive-doesn't suffer fools gladly. He'll bear watching, I think. Better run. By the way, I love being back in Minneapolis. And, glory be, the hometown team is making us proud. From: Rick Lazarus To:jane Epstein Sent: 5/14/01 Subject: Hey stranger Good to hear from you, Jane. The Twins have got people talking, all right. Though of course they'll fold when the Yankees hit their stride.;) HBR's cases, which are fictional, present common managerial dilemmas and offer concrete soiutionsjrom experts. What a Star-What a jerk-...
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...Cole Evans September 24th, 2014 12 Part Essay College Writing I Prof. Stockwell A New Era ------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------- “The secret to a rich life is to have more beginnings than endings.” Dave Weinbaum One Last Wake Up Call The sharp sound of my mother’s voice cut through my shield of sleep, abruptly jerking me awake. “Cole! Wake up!” Any other morning my usual routine would be to just completely ignore her, pull the pillow over my head and roll back to sleep, but this wasn’t just any other morning. This morning was determined as the end of my childhood and the start of my collegiate career and, evidently, the rest of my life. The sound of my mother’s voice filled me with both a sense of melancholy and excitement. I was about to leave everything that I had ever known behind and strike out on my own. The events of this day had been played out over and over again in my mind for months now, but little did I know that things rarely happen how you expect them to. Being the first to arrive at the dorm means getting the pick of the litter in regards to which bed I wanted. I chose the one by the window. That first day of college was nothing more than an exhausting blur. Everything I experienced was completely new; every building, every face, every name. I didn’t know anybody, and by the end of the day I could barely even remember my own name, let alone the names of the people I was supposed to...
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...it was way too cold outside, they would just stay home and read a book together next to the fire place. Her childhood was magical. Well, half of her childhood was magical. When she was ten, or was it eleven? the age doesn't matter. What matters is, that her dad fell madly in love. She didn't like the woman, but she was happy that her dad stopped spending hours staring at his long lost wife's picture, or talking to her grave, He never showed his pain, but in some sort of sense that only children have, she knew he was hurt. "good morning Jaimie, do you want some more orange juice?" said Max, the blue-eyed always-smiling waiter. "Oh, hello, yeah I would love some, thank you." he poured her a glass of fresh orange juice "so how are you? And how's your leg? Hope it's...
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...Chapter 1: The Death Note I stared at the teacher who was currently blabbering stuff about algebra and irrational numbers. I don't really have anything against Math, except that I have low grades in it. The only subject I'm ever good at is Physical Education. Even so, I am still beaten at it by the ever so perfect “Allen Walker”. What's with him, really? He's good at everything, even in Cooking Class. Although he can't par with me in cooking commoner's food, he always cooks exquisite viands. People adore him to the very core of Earth. He's like some Buddha in school. He's like the Super Star that never existed. Anyway, I feel that it won't be good if I fill the whole first paragraph of the first chapter with every crap about him. Let’s go to me first. My name is”Haruka Azumi Yukihara”. I am a most typical female student of Hakuo Academy. My forte is Physical Education and my Achilles' heel is just about anything except Physical Education. Yes, I know that's a lot that's why I'm not enumerating it. Today is June 13, 2011 and everything is just about how everything shouldn't be. Ah, of course it's the fault of mankind, as always. At least it's not the fault of Allen-kun. Either way, I'm stuck in this school and an addiction to Death Note. Now what is Death Note? It's a story about this cool guy who kills all criminals with a pen and a notebook. Now don't go imagining him hitting the criminals with the notebook and finishes it off by piercing the pen to the criminal's throat...
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...didn't want to feel like he had to have sex with her, he wanted it to be special because he really loves her. But since, he found out that she cheated on him with his best friend Mac, his heart has been torn and he's so confused of what to do next. Martin didn't hear Ruthie make her way down the stairs; he was too into his thoughts. She leaned against the wall staring at him. She's wanted to see what was under his shirt for so long and his body was amazing. Finally, deciding to interrupt his thoughts because she knew he was having a hard time with everything that happened yesterday. "Martin, are you okay?" she asked Martin jumped a little bit before turning around to face her. He tried to cover his self with a clean dish tile that was hanging up, "How long you've been standing there? And stop looking at me I don't have any clothes on." Ruthie shook her head and laughed as she went to the other side of the table and sat down, "You didn't answer my question, are you okay?" Martin looked at Ruthie and put his head down;...
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...A night at the University by, Noor Ashiqin bt Jusoff Albar Qurratu’aini bt Noorzam Khoo Chui Choo Effarizan Hassan Prologue: The sudden sounds of breaking twigs on the ground made the three friends shiver in fear. It has never crossed their minds that they would end up getting stuck alone in their University at that time of hour. Ironically, they used to stay in the abandoned hostel not far away from where they are and be roaming the grounds as though they lived the land for generations long. “Of all days” Muffy puffed “your car just HAD to break down today.” The loudest of the group complained. The chatterbox felt a jolt to her heart when she saw a moving figure walking straight down their direction. A human like figure, darkened by the night, walked slowly and swayed step by step closer to them. “Muffy…,” Ezan trembled in the small voice, tugging Muffy’s shirt signalling her to be cautious. “Guys, maybe we should turn back,” Que said alarmingly at the sight of the silhouette. The three friends stopped in their steps, allowing the cold damp night air to sweep across their cheeks. Their hearts pounded like the stomping of horse hooves during a race. Their fingers cold as ice and faces white as sheet making neither of them bolder than the other. “ARE YOU ALSO LOST?!” Muffy exclaimed. Que and Ezan jumped at the sound of her shout. “Muffy! Are you insane?” Que said alarmed. “You can’t just say anything to it!” Ezan said terrified. “You will...
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...The Social Network screenplay by Aaron Sorkin BASED ON THE BOOK “THE ACCIDENTAL BILLIONAIRES” BY BEN MEZRICH 1 FROM THE BLACK WE HEAR-- 1 MARK (V.O.) Did you know there are more people with genius IQ’s living in China than there are people of any kind living in the United States? ERICA (V.O.) That can’t possibly be true. MARK (V.O.) It is. ERICA (V.O.) What would account for that? MARK (V.O.) Well, first, an awful lot of people live in China. But here’s my question: FADE IN: INT. CAMPUS BAR - NIGHT MARK ZUCKERBERG is a sweet looking 19 year old whose lack of any physically intimidating attributes masks a very complicated and dangerous anger. He has trouble making eye contact and sometimes it’s hard to tell if he’s talking to you or to himself. ERICA, also 19, is Mark’s date. She has a girl-next-door face that makes her easy to fall for. At this point in the conversation she already knows that she’d rather not be there and her politeness is about to be tested. The scene is stark and simple. MARK How do you distinguish yourself in a population of people who all got 1600 on their SAT’s? ERICA I didn’t know they take SAT’s in China. MARK They don’t. I wasn’t talking about China anymore, I was talking about me. ERICA You got 1600? MARK Yes. I could sing in an a Capella group, but I can’t sing. 2. ERICA Does that mean you actually got nothing wrong? MARK I can row crew or invent a 25 dollar PC. ERICA Or you can get...
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...Season 1 Episode 1 Sex and the city aired "Once upon a time an English journalist came to New York. Elizabeth was attractive and bright, and right away she hooked up with one of the city's eligible bachelors. The question remains, is this a company we want to own? Tim was 42. A well-liked and respected banker, who made about two million a year. They met one evening, in typical New York fashion, at a gallery opening. Like it? Yes, actually I think it's quite interesting. What? I feel like I know you. Oh, doubtful. I just moved here from London. Really? That's my favorite city. It is? Absolutely. It was love at first sight. You know, I think perhaps I have met you somewhere before. For two weeks they snuggled... went to romantic restaurants... had wonderful sex... and shared the most intimate secrets. One day, he took her to a house he saw in the New York Times. How about if we start at the top? There are four bedrooms upstairs. Do you have any children? Not yet. That day Tim popped the question. Would you like to meet my folks Tues-day night? I'd love to. On Tuesday he called with some bad news. My mother's not feeling very well. Oh, gosh, I'm sorry. Can we take a rain check? Of course. Tell your mum I hope she feels better. When she hadn't heard from him for two weeks, she called. Tim, it's Elizabeth. That's an awfully long rain check. He said he was up to his ears and that he'd call the next day. He never did call... Bastard. She told me one day over coffee. I don't understand...
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...The richest man in the world explains how to save the planet. At 58, Bill Gates is not only the richest man in the world, with a fortune that now exceeds $76 billion, but he may also be the most optimistic. In his view, the world is a giant operating system that just needs to be debugged. Gates' driving idea – the idea that animates his life, that guides his philanthropy, that keeps him late in his sleek book-lined office overlooking Lake Washington, outside Seattle – is the hacker's notion that the code for these problems can be rewritten, that errors can be fixed, that huge systems – whether it's Windows 8, global poverty or climate change – can be improved if you have the right tools and the right skills. The Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation, the philanthropic organization with a $36 billion endowment that he runs with his wife, is like a giant startup whose target market is human civilization. Personally, Gates has very little Master of the Universe swagger and, given the scale of his wealth, his possessions are modest: three houses, one plane, no yachts. He wears loafers and khakis and V-neck sweaters. He often needs a haircut. His glasses haven't changed much in 40 years. For fun, he attends bridge tournaments. Related: Q&A: Bill Gates on How to Stop Global Warming Related: Obama in Command: The Rolling Stone Interview Related: Steve Jobs: The Rolling Stone Interview But if his social ambitions are modest, his intellectual scope is mind-boggling: climate, energy...
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