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This week was a little difficult not because of school because it is the week before fall break. Last year, did not have fall break due to basketball, but this year I did. (The week of September the twenty- sixth to October the second.) My mind was not on anything school this entire week, but I knew if I wanted my behavior to stick I would have to keep it up. The week was not that bad. All my teacher were taking notes and just getting ready for mid-terms after fall break. Thursday we had project to present and my group got together and went over their parts a couple times. Even though on Friday I had quiz in one of classes that I didn’t study for the night before I already knew the material because I had being studying the days before that. The weekend happen and I feel like I had some setbacks because I did not look at my organizer or change the white board to the month of October. Which that lead me to not being prepared to get ahead for fall break and having cram on Sunday night to finish the work that was due the next morning. Overall, my week was up and down because I started off the week doing well, but at the end I started to lag and not look at what is due or what I need to do to better myself. I know longer think I am in the action stage. I think I am I am close to the action stage but I am still in preparation after some setbacks. The setback were not being prepared because I got lazy and did not want to look at what I had to do because I thought I would have time…

later, I knew I needed to keep up the appearance of a grieving widow as a tear rolled down my cheek. In my mind, I struggled to recall happier times, so I couldn’t hear the minister’s words proclaiming what a wonderful man Gerald Stone was. Fifteen minutes later, the mortuary attendant said, “This concludes the service for Gerald Stone. The family will be serving lunch at his parent’s home and you’re invited to join them. Here are the directions to their home.” Handing the papers to a young…

Getting Bit By A Dog I was taking my time down the steps making sure I don't slip down the wet ones. Also trying not to get so wet myself for the car that my Aunt Anna was waiting for me in. To take me to my grandparents’ house. As I was running to the car,I felt the crunch of the rocks underneath my feet and I heard the crickets chirping. Getting into the car, I felt the heat of the heater hit me. It felt terrific. Now leaving my driveway and seeing only the sky that was black and white…

In the song “Stolen Dance” be Milky Chance which was released in the late 2013 in the album “Sadnecessary” became a hit this one of a kind song stayed at the top ten in over twenty countries (Stolen Dance - Milky Chance). This song is definitely a hit. The German composer Celmens Rehbein, was not even sure the song would make it way to the U.S. However, with the posting of Youtube the song and the composer got some great notice by the catchy beat the smooth lyrics. The first couple of lines…

Nomadic We were just a couple of kids who worked in a motel in California, Barstow. The motel hadn’t altered since the 1970’s and nor did its furniture inside. Very few people came by and if they did, it was only for a night. As for us, we were just a couple of kids who lived by the pool cleaning up after strangers in order to pay our way towards college. We hated our summer job, but it’s what kept us together. “I want to get out of this town. I want to get out there and see something new,”…

I am a sister. The day I became one was the first day I left the house without a doll in tow. When we arrived at the NICU, I immediately pressed my little nose and palms against the window and peered in with a bit of confusion. Three years old and a couple feet tall, I expected her to resemble one of my dolls, but that wasn’t the case. My doll wore dresses, not cords on her body and face. Mommy and Daddy gently rested their hands on my shoulders; exhaustion hung from their eyes. “Meagan is…

Five days. Five days is all it took to save me from myself. Five days in an anxiety ridden place. Five days separated from the stress. Five days apart from the place that I call home. As you know, I am not always the happiest of people. The world can seem like a dark place and I don’t always know why. You have helped me in so many ways, and I am more grateful than you know, but, as you have figured out, one day it all became too much. The stress, the anxiety, the depression… it was overbearing.…

No matter what, every single day somebody is being judged and labeled. Whether or not a person is overweight, underweight, mentally challenged, we are all being judged. Furthermore, growing up in a conservative, white, Christian family, has taught me many things about how I am expected to act, as well as which actions are acceptable or unacceptable. My culture and religious views molded me into believing that it was acceptable to judge others and be intolerant of different groups of people. In…

In my effort of finding an advertisement for my critique, I have discovered that the advertisement of the past have been more controversially filled then those of present time. The ad that I chose was one of eye rising, controversy, and outrageously extreme. The advisement of a product such as chocolate would have one thinking of pleasure, delight, pampering one’s self or a significant other, or merely a sweet memory of one’s childhood receiving an intriguing treat such as eating chocolate for…

The Stalking Dead I was running away from the strange man who kept following me. Everywhere I went he was there. I was trying to escape him, but every turn, corner, or street, he was there. He kept telling me “it’s time just accept it.” As I was running away, he kept stopping in front of me. I was starting to freak out, but kept telling myself “stay calm” but that didn’t work. When I got to my house, there he was sitting on my doorstep. Also next to him there was an hourglass tipped over.…