Bags

Pour this mixture into a plastic bag and squeeze the fruit into a mash. Now add the juice from the fruit cocktail, along with some water. If available, add some bread as a source of yeast. Seal the bag tightly. Now heat the bag, perhaps with hot running water, for several minutes. Wrap towels around the bag to keep it warm. That promotes fermentation. Put the bag in a safe place that will remain undisturbed for a couple of days. After this, open the bag and add a hefty amount of white…

Welcome to Class 105, our kindergarten class. I am Ms. Cooper. I hope that we will have a great fun, safe and educational school year together. Each year our class has a Community Resource Program that benefits all of the children in our classroom. Additionally, this wonderful program receives helps from individuals in our community. This Community Involvement Plan is to ensure that all of us, the educators, parents, children and community have reliable information about each program so we can…

Halloween always brought a flurry of activity to their otherwise routine schedule. The ability to devour candy bars, boxes of hard candy, bubble gum, and suckers, without having to share a single piece, was the epitome of childhood. For one night, each of the seven was the sole owner of enough candy to rot every tooth in their mouths. The carving of the pumpkins seemed to ignite their creative energy causing them to lose all sense of control. The night before Halloween, Hanna transformed the…

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Alex,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds upset,” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie. Thirty minutes later, however, Jackie’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Jackie was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing…

experienced colorism. In some cases there was something known as the paper bag test. With the paper bag test if you were lighter…

into his head of "what if this detective invited his entire family?" He wouldn't put it past him. "Come in." He grabs a couple of bags and places them on a counter. "Kitchen's here." "Thanks," Carisi places the rest of the bags on the counter. "Fancy place you got here." "It's ok," Rafael shrugs. "Way bigger than what I have," Carisi starts to pull out items from the bags. "So lasagna," Rafael didn't want to discuss each other's living arrangements. "Need any help?" "Nah, I got this. You…

She saw Rayne and Calliope sitting in the chairs with bags next to them. “Are you going somewhere?” Echo asked them. “Actually, we are all going somewhere!” Calliope said bursting with excitement. “Well, by all she means you, her, me, and Quinn. We are starting our journey to Nova’s castle. You and Quinn have greatly improved your powers and we think you’re ready,” Rayne said. “When do we leave?” Echo asked excitedly. “Well, these bags are just for the glorious thing we call food. We are…

The day when it came to harvest some sheep wool. While he was shaving the sheep Old McDonald asked the little boy. “Who do you think would all want some wool,” said Old McDonald. “The little boy answered,” I’ll take a bag for my family maybe you could keep one bag and give the last…

person in the line a large dummy bag and instructed him to hand the bag to the person behind him. He explained that the bag had to reach the last person in line and once the last person received the bag, he had to run up to the line and start the passing over again. The drill wouldn’t be finished until every person ran the bag back up to the front of the line. As I listened to my coach, I didn’t understand the point of the drill. I didn’t see how transporting a bag would help make us better…

and had difficulty finding a group with whom I felt settled. Because of this, I felt and acted nothing like myself. I needed to be in a place where I could be and, more importantly, enjoy myself. Everyday when class let out, I walked home, emptied my bag and filled it with a water bottle, a notebook of what my building plans of the day were, a hammer, and a saw. My father never asked where I was going or what I was doing. To be fair, I didn't see much of him those days. Upon having an after…