.... school club in problem solving was to acquire the neccessary funds in the construction materials, competition fees as well as for personal expenses required for traveling outside the province for competitions. Fund-raising was both stressful and difficult due to the fact that corporate sponsors had limited resources and could not finance to the extent that had been previously predicted. As time progressed, the situation worsened simply because the district school board received financial cuts due to the reduced provincial budget. The problem of convincing spons .....

.... know when he was beat. "No respect. Where's the respect?" Scampi circled the tree in a haze of anger, his tiny legs beating furiously on the grass. The beagle could never quite get over a loss. Mustard lay his head on the ground and watched the passage of time on the street while Scampi vented. Soon, Roy the Basset and his owner walked by. Mustard nodded hello. "Who's that?" Roy asked, looking in the tree. "Dunno. New in town." "Which house?" "No house." "Freeloader, hm? Give him one from me." Roy's owner shushed him. Poor guy. Owner was one of those uppit .....

.... This past summer I went back to Colorado and met up with one of my friends. He had told me before I could use his guitar any time I wanted to, so I called him up and asked if I could borrow it. He told me I could have it, because he had just bought a brand knew one. The strings and the pick guard had been taken out, so I went to a guitar store and they fixed everything for me. I was able to play it after that. I also have an Ovation guitar, which is a lot different from the electric guitar I had gotten from my friend. My sister won the Ovation guitar i .....

.... The life which I took belonged to a squirrel, and squirrel was in season. some would call it a rodent, too stupid to get out of the path of their Goodyears. On the other hand, I as well as many others would call the squirrel and most other animals a dignified and noble creature. Anyway, the life was a squirrel's and the weapon was a Crossman pellet rifle. The weapon was a Christmas present, the squirrel was not included. Upon reaching my grandparents' farm for Christmas dinner (lunch for those of you not raised in the country), I set out after my adversary. Any .....

.... against us, threatening to destroy all that we have accomplished. It is time for us as nations and as individuals to set aside our long-standing feuds and unite. The tides of an unwinnable war are upon us and we must seek refuge upon higher ground lest we be swept away by the flood. The confederacy is no more. Whatever semblance of unity and protection it once provided is a phantom - a memory. With our enemies left unchecked, whom will you turn to for protection? The devastation brought by the alien invaders is self-evident. We have seen our homes and communities destroyed by the calculated blows of .....

.... chill. Time to go inside, girls. ÐFunny that. Being called girl. Naughty naughty girls wetting themselves and pinching. Quiet good girls slumped in the seats in the garden with their mouths open. Waiting for it. Drinking in death. Her voice shakes when she asks for two sections. She wants it far too much. Practised that too in her head over and over in the nights. Listening to them in the corridors. If Mary shits herself again tonight she can sleep in it. Listening to the cries and the calling, I have to get home. I have to, the children want their dinner. She .....

.... her on the phone, visiting her at work, going shopping and going to Wendy’s for lunch or dinner. When I had to leave my boyfriend that was hard for me. My boyfriend and I have been going out for almost two years and had share many special moments together. When I returned home from the Bridge Program we pent everyday together. He would take me to beach at night and watch the sunset, take me out to dinner, bring me roses out of the blue, and just hanging and watching a movie at home. I miss doing all these things with my best friend and my boyfriend. The last .....

.... yet 30 minutes seemed like an awful long time and my stomach had been craving something, anything, for at least an hour. The hunger was uncontrollable, an almost eerie feeling, one you get before riding a roller coaster, came to me. No one else seemed to complain, so I attempted to ignore the issue by putting myself to sleep. Over 45 minutes had past before I was awaken so abruptly by the grasp of my dad large hand on my shoulder. "Time for lunch!" quaintly said with a jolly cheer hidden deep in his voice. One after another we trickled from the car, em .....