A Good Day

person had effective e collaborative working relationship? Interviewee: Yeah. Interviewer: What do you think contributed to the effectiveness of that relationship? Interviewee: Sometimes some people are good at one thing, and other people are good at another. The skill to hone in on what you are good at and be able to use that to help the company as a whole. So, helping the team, we could do it more better and effortlessly and get it done with the precision that is needs to be. Interviewer:…

It’s hard for me to leave him alone. I know he is not good for me but he is so good to me. He pleased me over and over again as if it has been sometime since he was pleased. As we laid there and he drifted off to sleep, I turned to my right side looking throw the window at the night sky. I thought about my past. I thought…

bring down to the locker room. A pond arrival my friends and I set our bags down and begin to converse about what we should do in the mean time before the game starts. As we get snacks before the game the savoir taste is wonderful after a long school day. We move on to trying to finish our homework in the hallways. Other conversations start to occur and are minds wander off away from the homework. We proceed to different things, whether it is doodling or attempting hallway swimming we were…

She had broken her hip and now has a metal rod in it. She had to be on bedrest for several weeks and she had to have help doing certain things such as bathing and walking. Jason would come home a couple hours early from work each day to help make dinner, ran errands, keep the house clean and make sure my mother knew he was there to help. I did little things too. I would make my mom coffee, watch a movie with her each week and I would have her help me on my homework even if I knew…

Eat some breakfast, so you can go get ready.” Topanga ushered while placing a plate of pancakes in front of her older child. “Good Morning, Riley. Are you going to eat your pancakes?” Auggie pestered his sister while eying the delicious item. “Yes, Auggie. Are you ready for school, buddy?” Riley replied as she sank her fork into the food on her plate. “Yes. Mommy said all the…

This day started out like any other Saturday. I woke up to my dad shaking me, telling me that he let me sleep in as long as possible but we needed to get on the road. I looked at the alarm clock and in big, red letters it read “6:30”. Nonchalantly, I slid out of bed and began my Saturday morning routine. As I ate breakfast, I talked to my dad about strategy, opponents, and if I was confident going into the day. I admitted I was a little nervous, but my dad assured me that it was going to be a…

painful or difficult. You can do it! On May 1, 2006, I had the best day since surgery in December 2005. The sun was out when I woke up. It was a beautiful day. If you have ever dealt with pain, then you understand the weather affects a body greatly. My neck was strong and my pain was minimal. I had direction in my heart and excitement about my future. It was a good day! A day I had longed for over sixteen months – a day when I began to think it would end and…

Today is the day that my team and I had been working on all season. It’s competition day. Now this year I feel we have a good chance. We have been practicing non-stop from the sun up to sundown; there was no such thing as downtime. We had an awesome dance routine and one of the best crowd-pleasers around. But to top it off we had a killer stunt at the end that was sure enough going to win us first place. “Alright, ladies. It is time for everyone to get up and get dressed.” My coach said as…

hand he does not like. Christopher had a timeline of everything he did in a day, and the exact time he did them. Part of that timeline was his morning ride into school. One the way to school christopher counted the car he passed and their colors. Christopher determined if he saw five red cars in a row it was going to be a good day. However, if he saw four yellow cars in a row, it was going to be a black day. A black day means he doesn’t allow himself to eat anything, and he doesn’t speak to…

with her eyes glued to her textbooks as she tried to absorb as much material as possible before her back-to-back exams later that day. Unlike other college students, Rachouh didn’t worry about driving home that day to vote in her district. She had scribbled her information on a registration form a few weeks earlier and requested a mail-in-ballot that she completed days before the election. It was the first time voting in any election for…