2006 films

On the eve of Christmas, there were no excited whispers wondering what gift they’d receive, no licorice whips for the little one to enjoy. This year, as the last, Christmas would not be a happy occasion. With pity in their eyes, Mary and Cynthia watched their mother lay there, each, wondering if there was something they could do, someone they could call on to help. Uriah had ridden over every week to check on them; many times, bringing them what little he could spare from caring for his own…

How Reading Made Me Popular Has anyone ever told you that reading makes you a loser? Well, I am here to inform you that they are incorrect. At the young age of seven, I knew this statement was no longer valid, and it changed my perspective of reading. Before I realized all of this, everything was quiet for a brief moment, and I no longer was surrounded by shouts of, “Wow, Paige you are so dumb”, and taunting laughter that followed. Instead, I was now accompanied by half of my classmates with…

Gwendolyn Brooks’ poem, “My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell,” emphasizes the role that dreams play in the narrator’s life. This traditional sonnet is included in the collection, “Gay Chaps at the Bar,” that introduces the narrators as young soldiers recently returned from war. Favored by writers in the Harlem Renaissance, Brooks wrote the collection in strict sonnet format with iambic pentameter. Yet, the poem does not mirror the rigidity of the sonnet because of Brooks’ careful use…

I have this fear. It causes my legs to shake, and my sweat to build. The abrupt feeling that you would get when a roller coaster has just hit it’s peak, and you have less than one second to prepare for it plunges downward. When you are falling in a dream, and there is nothing there to help you stand up. At this point in my education, I would assume this discontent would disappear. However every time I have to speak publicly, that fear arises once again, and I become unsure on how the words I…

The last few weeks of school before winter break passed quickly. I wasn’t mad at her and would usually look at her but communication between us was scarce if any. She rarely looked at me and never laughed at what I said. It was as if her spirit had died that day after the game. I couldn’t bare to see her like that. The once joyful and happy young girl I had met that first day of school, turned into a dull and hopeless living creature. That’s when I gave up on her. The last day of school for…

"A dance my lady?" Beckett asks with a glowing smile his hand extended for hers. She giggles and takes his hand "You really want to dance with me when I 'm wearing this?" She asks her open hand gesturing to her simple half sleeved navy shirt and jeans, her usual work clothes for Happy Valley Preschool where she was a student teacher. His eyes travel over her body slowly, his lips curling upwards obviously liking what he see 's "I think you 're the most beautiful girl I 've ever met.." He says…

It was a very nice summer evening, the sun was just starting to set behind us as I drove down the highway. Without a worry, the music was blaring and there was a lot of singing and laughing going on in the car. Three of my friends and I were on our way to a movie in Spirit Lake, when the trip took an unexpected turn. Now, instead of going to the movie, I was going to have to go to court. I quickly pulled to the side of the road and rolled down my window for the man that was standing…

It was extravagant. She had come to wish me well. She had said to me. I was scheduled for surgery the next day. She was not my doctor, thus how extravagant it was of hers to come and wish me well? But she had come and she had wished me well. And once she had done so, she had left. When the examining room door had closed behind her, for reasons beyond me, I hopped off the table, went to the door, cracked it, and watched her grow small down the long, sterile hallway, until the corner took…

His sudden death created an overtone of sadness with a new viewpoint for my friends and me. We began to see ourselves less than invincible, even fallible, not knowing when one of us could die. This was a big wake-up call, as we were only teenagers. To think we were less than immortal was a big deal, and it was certainly a time of personal growth for all of us. We got together and talked as we could during those first two weeks, also my first two weeks as a nineteen-year-old, and theorized…

“Only my dogs will not betray me.” (Maria Callas). Dogs have been around for a very long time, since the beginning of mankind. They have been existing since 13000 B.C. in Central Asia. Before, humans feared these wolves, until they figured out that they ate their leftover foods that drew insects and protected them from the wild. Dogs descended from wolves and slowly evolved into the modern dog, for example, a tiny Chihuahua to a huge great dane. On the other hand, cats also have been around for…