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According to Dictionary.com the definition of the word door is “a movable, usually solid, barrier for opening and closing an entranceway” so why do we leave them open all of the time. that is what happened me a couple of weeks ago. I came home from work one day and forgot to shut my garage door. my dogs have a dog door in the garage that leads to the backyard. My dogs came in through the door and they ran out of the garage. After a slight while I wanted my dogs to come inside and I realized…

Finally, it was over. I have finished my 7th grade math homework. I have spent hours trying to finish those stupid problems. But now I’m finished and I can just sit in front of the TV and do nothing. Then I see my script for my play for this year and I let out a sigh of disappointment. I didn’t get the part I wanted this year, in fact, it doesn’t seem like anyone did, except for Alice. But I realize it doesn't really matter and I make my way towards the stairs. When I get to the living room, I…

When I knew the raccoons were following me, I ran as fast as I can and I didn’t look back at all, for I don't slow down and took a little break but not a big one because they might be not far from me. When I saw that I was somewhere else than the woods on the river I looked back and I saw the raccoons were not behind me, but that was what I thought because I know that sometimes they could be smart so I didn’t go back there cause the raccoons might be there. So I tried to go the way that I was…

Willpower is “strong determination that allows you to do something difficult”. Such as trying to lose weight or stop smoking- it’s hard, and it takes self determination and self control. (Merriam Webster, Learner’s Dictionary) In the book Hatchet, Brian acquired and showed willpower throughout the whole book, beginning to end, he was strong and determined through it all. Towards the end of the book (the last few chapters), Brian goes through many traumas in which he shows quite a lot willpower…

I am just a simple kid. I live with my mom and my brother. I go to school, I play soccer and I like sports a lot. I often look around and see people in transition very busy at human "doing" rather than human "being." Everyone seems to be on their way to becoming something, looking forward to some far off goal. The most comfortable place I have ever been is precisely where I am at this very moment in time and that is in the present moment. This attitude is not to be mistaken for a lack of…

"Listen to me," insisted the Demon, as he placed his hand upon my head. “We have to get you out of here before he comes.” “What do you mean? Who is he?” I questioned hesitantly. “The Prime Demon. They call him Alastair. If he finds me facilitating a Chosen, I’ll be dead!” And with that he recited words that were unfamiliar to me. It sounded like a different language, none of this planet. A bright iridescent light encaptured us, and I closed my eyes thinking that he was going to kill me. I mean…

Self-rule and independence may seem quite similar, or even the same, at first glance; however, I believe them to be two different things. With the support of Descartes’ Discourse on Method, it is evident that Descartes also agrees that self-rule and independence are quite different: one implies ignorance, while the other implies a knowledge and understanding of principles. I believe that Descartes agrees with the argument that independence implies ignorance and self-rule is knowing certain…

Since tides change with time, tides are also something that cannot be changed. Ocean tides can be extremely dangerous, especially with Maine’s rocky coast. When bad things happen due to the tide it just goes to show that people are victims of things they cannot change. “He gauged the level of the water. To the eye it was quite stationary, six inches from the shelf at this second. The fisherman did not have to mark it on the side of the rock against the passing of time to prove to his reason that…

Time stands still, frozen like New York in the wintertime. And all I can hear is the fast da dum da dum of my palpitating heart. Adrenaline spikes in waves through my clammy body. I look straight at the brown wooden door in front of me and pretend it is the audience. Taking a deep breath of the musky air, I envision myself bold and confident. My voice loud and clear, the words of my testimony flowing like a rushing river without a stutter or voice crack. The silence breaks as I feel a light tap…

I sat appalled, not daring to drop my gaze. His eyes were dark similar to mine when I would become enraged. Deep and hollow, no life in them. After all those years singing to a mirror or my shower head, those harmonic tunes...the owner of the song was just meters in front of me. The frigid water would cascade down my back to the point I knew it was time to leave the shower. I knew I was a terrible singer, just ask my pet goldfish - which died. I shuddered at the remembrance of the funeral I…