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One artist that a lot of people know and love to talk about is Eminem. Lots of people either love him or hate him. The music he writes is different from a lot of artist. The sense of hurmor he has some people discribe as sick and obscene. Although that 's not how I see it. I see and relate to what he talks about. He has a message if you listen to his music with an open mind. He tells his story in his music through the hurmor and obscene lyrics. He makes fun of the rough times and the good times…

I lived a very fortunate life. My life was not perfect, but there wasn’t much I had to worry about. Tragedy had never entered before. All of that changed when I was informed of horrifying news one January afternoon. There are two days that I can recall perfectly. The first one was the day my granny had a stroke. The second was the day she passed away. I was in physical therapy with my mom for my back. She got a phone call and I knew the second she answered it something was not right. She…

still remember sitting one row behind you. The first interaction we had was probably when we were doing a French activity where we were supposed to meet someone and find out more about them. I was using a pen at the time and somehow managed to spell your name wrong, so I crossed it out, scribbling messily around my paper. As time passed, I was miserably failing my tests, while you were pretty much getting perfect on each one. I aspired to be like you from the very beginning. One day, you took a…

because of his boyfriend, Pete. Ever since Pete and Patrick moved in together, Pete had been taking trips out in the middle of the night. At first Patrick had thought it was because Pete needed to go to the bathroom; so he went back to sleep. However, one night, Patrick decided to stay awake longer when Pete was up. Patrick heard the front door open and close. Pete didn 't come back until an hour before sunrise. Pete did this every night. Pete... was cheating on Patrick. Patrick wasn 't…

finally stopped, I realized now was a perfect time to do a good deed for the day. I got out my winter clothing and snow shovel, and informed my parents of my plan to shovel the neighbors ' driveways free of snow for no charge. Their initial reaction was one of confusion. They asked me, "Why…

What is the purpose of education and how students can be reformed by it from our society? Students are consistently asked what they want to do with their lives pressured to fit in and decide in this short amount of time. The real question isn’t “why” or “what” you want to do here in college but is it important to yourself. I’ve seen countless examples of peers explaining how they only go to college to make their parents proud or they don’t have a passion for their major but instead just making…

the happiest moments of your mother and I lives were when we brought each one of you home from the hospital. That great feeling and joy can never be measured or really explained, you must experience it for yourself. And maybe that will occur one day for each of you. But, before that day occurs, you must be well prepared mentally, emotionally and financially fit. This led me to this transparent communication to each one of you. I write this letter because speaking directly has become a…

been hard for me to grasp and accept. I have such an overwhelming amount of compassion that it’s hard for me to cope with death. I’ve always been sensitive to death whether it be family members when I was young or characters in movies, but there’s one death in particular that always will stand out. My senior year of high school, March 24 2013, I had a friend commit suicide. Now don’t get me wrong Matt wasn’t my best friend: we didn’t hangout on the weekends, we…

He climbs into the bed next to me in his signature white shirt and a pair of black boxers. He scoots as close to me as he can and puts one arm under my neck the other holding snugly to my waist. Sighing deeply, I place my cheek on his chest breathing so I can breathe in his scent, one I have become addicted to, a light hint of Old Spice and a smell that is all his own. I smile at the familiarity and comfort his smell and the warmth of his arms around me brings…

pain. There’s something hurting between my thighs. I took one step forward. It is wet and muddy. Two, three, four, five,- five steps and I can now feel the earth between my toes. The sharp sticks of fallen twigs cut my sole, it is a terrifying forest floor. I touched the leaves of the trees that I passed, there are bloods on it , few drops on my head… “Wait..where the hell am I?. Is anybody here? Heloooooooooo…….? And I realized I am the only one here lost and don’t know where to…