.... and am learning how to play the guitar. I was also a journalism major at one point, winning awards in writing competitions, and still desiring to write a book someday. I am also wanting to make a career out of computer and software design. Although I could be very creative in writing essays, the Merkler stated that I prefer multiple choice tests and projects. I feel that this is true because multiple choice tests and projects offer more alternatives. These results also stated that I learn best in an open climate that permits the free exchange of ideas a .....

.... My small ceramic Christmas tree blinked on and off all night. I could hear other people in the house milling around or talking but I felt like an intruder if I joined in. My parents called once a week and I talked to my boyfriend everyday for awhile. A feeling of distance seemed to come between my parents and I. After the initial 'how are you' and the weather conditions at each location there just wasn't much to say. Instead of independent I was beginning to feel detached. When my parents asked what I wanted for Christmas I went blank. I felt blank. .....

.... I got worried. I knew that if we got caught, that the white people would punish us. I never learned to read or write. My dad said that if the white people knew I could read and write that they would end up selling you. And I didn’t want that. I never had known my mother. Father said that she died in the course of having me. I felt sad because I felt it was my fault she died. Father said it was nobody’s fault and that he’s very happy I was born. And that he’s happy I am his daughter. Dad said she was beautiful and kind. He has no pictures of her .....

.... very good. What I used to think deserved an "A" I now realize only does deserve a "C." Now I have to take my writing more seriously, and try much harder at producing good output. Also, my goal isn't to write a paper that will get a good grade. Now, my goal is to write better papers. I write to become a better writer. That is, I feel, a very important thing that I learned this semester. I don't think, "O.K., I have to get at least a B on this paper." Instead, I think, "O.K., I have to use this assignment to improve my work." This is a much better approac .....

.... between us but failed to tell of the blue defeat of the orange bearers. It is I who unfalteringly derived the strategies to overpower your helmet-squad upon which you have failed to avenge. Battle of the Orange and Blue Late into the last match-quarter of the contest, son of Coachtheow stood before his battle-weary men, tired from the challenge at-hand. The roar of the bevy-clappers was loud now and overpowered Coachingwulf's dialogue-map. Coachingwulf and his bearers of blue bowed their brows and bellowed a battle cry. The Mighty Spirit guided .....

.... go to the Quarries in Uxbridge and go swimming! I've never been and I hear it's a cool place!" "Yeah!" It was clear to me that Rudy is a quick thinker -- I barely finished my idea before he was in agreement. "Come on Tom, lets go to the Quarries!" Rudy said to get a response out of him. Tom -- still in his "quiet mode" -- looked Rudy right in the eye, blinked, gave a half laugh, and smiled. "Well, all right. It's 1:00am, I think I'm going to go to bed now." I was getting bored with the silence, and Tom wasn't going to move into his hilarious mood .....

.... are made of soft rubber that go flat when you sit in the car. The inside smells like someone died. I don’t even think that she’s ever washed anything in there. When looking inside, you see more garbage than you could ever find in any garbage dump. The seats are all torn up inside, as if she let a wild cat run through her car and tear it up. If you listen very closely you can hear little scratching noises. I think that it’s from the mice and rodents inside the car somewhere. Now, her dog in the backyard is completely berserk. Every time I look over the .....

.... your stomach, not even for an all you can eat pro like myself. I thought the bomb I dropped before I went to sleep would make for an easy morning. I was wrong. At 6:10 I found myself stuck in the library for what seemed like an eternity. It was not my typical morning dump, it was the never ending dump from hell. Every time I thought the nightmare was over, I found my self dropping more and more and more. It was already 7:30 and I had to leave by 8:15 in order to make it to my office by 9:00. This would only give me an hour to rehearse my presentatio .....