2005 singles

I did not want to sign up for this class. Even without others having to tell me so, I knew how poor of a speaker I am. There is almost a checklist that I have to go through every time I give a speech: rapid heart rate, a perceived idea of failing, hands that cannot stop shaking, thinking that the audience just does not care about what I have to say, along with many other belittling thoughts. While I may have not learned very much about how I am as a speaker, I have learned enough to start…

Narrative Essay “I don’t think what I did was brave or anything.” My Aunt Kate said over the phone. “I just did was I had to do.” She continued. “Yeah. Well, a lot of people say that. I watched a documentary on some metal of honor recipients in school, and they all said the same thing.” I responded, as a slouched against the couch with the phone pressed to my ear. A lot of people who are considered brave say that they just did what they had to do. Many people have to make tough choices, about…

Experience: When I realized where my seat was I was a little angry. I was sitting in the front row (row A). When Mark Kendall (The Magic Negro first) appeared on stage, he was very warming and welcoming. This made me feel at ease and not so upset about being in the very front. His scenes were very clever. I really enjoyed the Dr. Seuss scene because he made the story into something that related to the topic. In his version of Green, Eggs, & Ham a white person told Sam he does not say the N word…

“Jacob?” a quite, petite voice said. The white light was streaming in through my eyelids. My eyes opened, to see the bluest sky I had ever seen. Clouds floated in the air so beautifully, almost as if they were dancers on stage. As oxygen flooded into my lungs, I instantly felt rejuvenated and healed in places I didn’t even know was broken. I was laying in a field of grass, completely content with where I was. The grass was soft, almost as soft as a pillow. I was on a slight hill, with shade…

get a glass of water at night. In order for me to get to the kitchen light, I have to past that table. Now, if I was James Bond, I would never bump into that table again. With all those cool gadgets he has, I am almost positive I would miss every single corner of that stupid table, but that is besides the point. I hate pain and all that table causes me is pain. I don 't know about others, but I am not one for suffering, so I usually just stay in bed. If I need water, I just stay in bed and think…

Working as a Porter The sun is awaking form the east as the morning begins. I’m awaken from my slumber by the sound of my alarm clock going off. I grab my uniform from my closet and get dress and I reach for my key of the counter near the front door and head out into the dim light outside and open my sliver Mustang car door and begin the drive to work at Howdy Honda as a porter. As the Morning continues, I arrive at work and head into the main shop and open the heavy door and head to the…

RING, RING… RING, RING, BOOM… You strike the alarm to go off. *silence* you get up, do your morning routine and get out, as soon as you get outside you stop for a brief moment, but you hear nothing. Once you reach school you realise it is the same silence as before, but this silence soon was broken from fingers tapping the glass of phones and other electronics. Many people make the choice to change the form of way that they communicate with people and that form of communication is through…

The thunder of gunfire in the deafening dark woke me from my sleep. I had sat up in my vagabond rags and silently woke my raw-boned brother. We sat up and listened to the pandemonium outside the windowless building. The light from the fire we layed around gave off scant warmth. I held Williams shaking hand and we rolled and went to sleep. Lemon-soured light penetrated the city and it rested like some gargantuan beast, overpowering the distant horizon. Once again I was the first to wake,…

Internal and External Vacations I hated summer vacations with the family. Summer has beenwas always my favorite time of year, I just didn’t like the people that came along with it. My therapist says I’m a misanthropist, a pyromaniac, a drunk, and a nymphomaniac. My father can’t agree. He says I just need more time away from volleyball, basketball and track and more “family bonding time”. I didn’t want to bond and I didn’t want to make time for family. I don’t like to bond. I don’t like my…

Every word of every book has been in my memory since I can remember. That’s how I knew they even existed. And also the location where the Mother Country stashed them. When I was fourteen, I broke open the storage unit containing them, and stole every single last one of them. The Unite was furious, but never made the heist public knowledge, and they never found out who actually took them. That’s how the books and other forbidden items ended up in Fredrick’s hands. I gave them to him.” “You’re…