Cardboard box

packing my belongings into bags and boxes. My clothes were in my black suitcase, my school books in my briefcase and any other living and dorm gear in cardboard boxes. I was taping up my last box, when my mother walked in my room. “We are going to miss you here,” she said, “ but you’ll be just fine. Are you all packed?” “I am working on this last box, then I will be ready to pack up the car.” “Once you are packed you should say goodbye to Quinn. He is going to miss you too.” my mother said…

It was 7:05 as Michael got in his white Mercedes and pulled out of the driveway. He turned out of our neighborhood onto the main road and he was gone on his way to work. It was 7:15 and there was a loud bang from Sydney’s room as she ran into the kitchen. “Mom! I’m gonna be late to school! Charley didn’t pick me up this morning, I need a ride or I’m not gonna go!” Sydney screamed angrily from the opposite side of the house. Johnelle got out of her bed sleepily and rushed to the kitchen while…

Arthur Jones has just come back home from kindergarten, eagerly telling his older sister Alice about the enormous sand castle that he built with his best friend Jonathan. Arthur, a fictional child, has just recently turned five years old. He is loving kindergarten and has made many new friends in class. He’s a very clever child who loves to read. When he’s not at school, he likes to watch cartoons and make puzzles. Occasionally, he will play some video games. Arthur is developing parallel to…

From my beginning as a Wolf Scout to my current promotion as an Eagle Scout, the Scouting program has always existed as a fundamental aspect of my life that has largely shaped my morals and personality. The picture above represents not only a culmination of the hard work that I have dedicated towards achieving a great honor, but also a large influence that has helped guide me through life. Through every campout, service project, fundraiser, and planning conference, Scouting constantly helped me…

for either the Siamangs or the Gibbons. Denise thought that it was really cool. She also admired the little pyramids that I had been constructing for the Tamarin complex. The glue that I used was non toxic but was horrible to work with. The cardboard did not want to stay together, which was slightly annoying. I was able to make 5 of them so that each small monkey would have one. I get the impression that even though I made them for food enrichment I think that they will need to be used…

the EPA (Environmental Protection Agency), “If you recycle 10 plastic bottles you will have saved enough energy to power a laptop for 25.4 hours.” Another thing I want you to do is put a recycling bin in your house, it can be as simple as an old box, and tell your family to use it. The final thing you can do is reduce the amount of waste you produce, and try to reuse as much as you can. If you can do this then we will be able to prevent a lot of waste from going into the landfills and we…

Compared to other schools I have observed thus far, Mrs. Cole’s classroom was very modest. There are not colorful learning centers or reading areas as I have found in other schools. The classroom book collection was very limited to one small box per child in which each student had the same books. Mrs. Cole visited the library twice a week to find books that related to lessons she was teaching for the week. They were located in one crate. The student’s desks were grouped together in four groups…

Status Quo: Tim Gundrum is the son of a Farmer named Ron. He went to work for Helds Farm because he wants a more stable Farm They live in Hartford, WI Tim Grew up as the farm kid who had nothing but farming in his mind He was also kind of shy, though. He had a farm toy collection and a pair of blue jeans for every day of the week. He was also interested in fertilizer science and had a job for a custom farm that did just that Call to Adventure/start with the conflict: One lazy cool spring…

In recent years since I’ve been learning about Japan and the Japanese culture in general, I’ve come to learn that a good amount of people seems to think Japan is some unsafe place where serial rapes, train-molestation, and kidnapping happen frequently. Where the Yakuza runs rampant and that it is just a big country of debauchery. Usually after people claim to be an expert on the crime rate and what crimes actually happen in other countries, it usually comes with steaking the claim that America…

A Mess of Bad Puppies From The Teacher’s Funeral, by Richard Peck It was close and airless in the church before the female mourners got their cardboard fans going. Wasps droned in the window wells as people shuffled in, filling the pews. Beneath a spray of entirely white glads, the lid on the pine coffin stood open before us. It was without question Miss Myrt Arbuckle laid out within. She had the longest nose in North America. It stood up against the yawning lid, shiny and sharp with a flaring…