.... stick to you and burn you very badly. I had to be old enough to know better. going down into the basement for the first time and seeing all kinds of equipment. There are quite a few things you need to make candles. The first time I helped I only needed scissors, to trim the wicks, and newspaper to wrap the finished candles. As I got older, my tasks increased. Finally, I was able to prepare the molds, pour the wax and color the candles. The main supplies needed to make candles are: wax, molds, wax coated string (wicks), a large needle, dye, dye pots, pitc .....

.... house as if it were haunted or something. I guess it can happen anywhere. But this snow-covered house is still a reflection of America, white on top with a hatred burning underneath. I go to a college, where the races meet every day. Colored man helps white man; white man helps colored man. Doesn't sound right ? That's how bad our society has gotten. Disturbing? Of course. But what is more disturbing is, lately when these issues of racism have come up, there seems to be impatience and annoyance. "Does everything have to be racism?" people ask. And they're al .....

.... provides an invigorating experience that transcends the classroom into life itself. Mrs. Morgan’s willingness to go the extra mile is what draws me toward the field of education, especially teaching science and math in the elementary classroom. Another person who has encouraged me to become a teacher is my aunt, Joy Davis. She is the Chairperson of the Science Department and teaches advanced level science courses at Samson High School. The classes that she teaches include Advanced Chemistry, Physics, Advanced Anatomy, and Biology. Through observing h .....

.... me my classes, I tried to look like I fit in. As I looked around for my class, I noticed I was on the wrong side of the building. ‘At least I know where the main building is,' I said to myself. The main building looked bright and cheery, like the sun. I trudged over to the main building trying not to look at anyone, the pavement looked really white. When I got to the main building I walked up to a Miss Kerby, sitting behind a desk and asked her if she could tell me where this building was. Instead I felt like I had just been arrested for murder. I was bomba .....

.... cooking would assail my senses, as my mouth watered in anticipation of the savories to come. One particular afternoon, after we had finished eating, we draped ourselves around her living room. I was sitting on a dilapidated couch, whose colors were made indiscernible by time, and was looking around her room. My gaze swept from the thin, worn carpet, bare in some places, to the scarred wooden dresser, to a dirty doll with an eye missing. (My grandmother could never bear to throw anything away). She came and sat down next to me, taking my hand in her .....

.... shock. It was one of the worst feelings I have ever felt and probably will ever feel. I didn't know what to say to anyone, I didn't want to talk to anyone, especially my Mom. I imagined how my Mom was feeling and began to sob even more. "October 6, 1998 - - - a day of doom." I thought. Memories washed over me and I began to laugh when I thought of him. It still felt as if nothing wrong had happened, and my brother was still near. A picture of Sonya, Ross, and I popped into my head, then a big crystal ball shattering it to pieces. I arrived into th .....

.... students. Uncompleted homework forces many students to miss undue amounts of school in order to finish impossible work-loads assigned by teachers. It forces students to do repetitive work, even if they already understand the subject matter. The concept of homework is so ingrained into the minds of teachers that they do not see that it is even bad from their prospective. Assigning homework means that a teacher must waste valuable class time going over it when they could be lecturing and teaching the subject matter just as effectively. In the cases of larger homew .....

.... and pushed the door. It wouldn't budge an inch. « Help me out», I said, but John kept chewing his nails. God knows why, there was nothing to be scared of. Or was it? I took a step backwards, and then kicked the door. It slowly slid open, and I went inside. «Wow! What a huge mansion we've got here!» John took a peek into the house, but didn't dare go inside. There was a huge hall in the middle of the house, with staircases to my left and right. I went right ahead, towards a glass door in front of me. It wasn't locked, so I carefully turned the knob, and the doo .....