Dead Man Walking

I. Attention-getter: “Imagine this, you and your friend are walking down the brick streets of downtown Nacogdoches in the spring. A slight breeze comes through, and you smell a hint of Mexican culture. You take a deep breath in and begin to follow your nose, which leads you to a small local restaurant. You walk in and are submerged in different scents. You and your friend decide to take a seat and sit for a spell. As your eyes graze over the menu, you munch on some chips and salsa. You order…

if she reads she is going to start thing, and then realize the flaws in their society. His own masculinity would be threatened if she started learning and thinking. She clearly already sees past his good looks and skill and sees him for a shallow man (An Analysis of Stereotypes). Gaston is interested in Belle because she keeps rejecting him and what everyone else expects rom her. This starts when Belle’s beauty is questioned. Craven says, “unlike the traditional Beauty, adored for her virtue and…

the day,the day of the ball. I woke up and took my daily bath then got dressed for breakfast. I hope that I meet someone new at the ball its been awhile since I made a new friend.Later that day at the ball I was minding my own business when a masked man approached me and said”If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine the gentle fine is this my lips two blushing pilgrims ready stand to smooch that rough touch with a tender kiss.” Then in the midst of the dancers he kissed me. His…

On a hot summer day, the linden tree in front of the house was spreading a rich flavor of the sun, cherry, strawberries and grapes in the wind. The dogs were barking incessantly, they knew that we had arrived. As soon as we entered the yard, my grandmother welcomed us with warm hugs and kisses, while my grandfather was waiting humbly for his turn… That's the picture I saw every single Saturday of my life. That's how I will describe my childhood, and that's how I want my future kids to describe…

because he loves his family and would do anything for them and never hurt them, however the pearl messes up that mindset a bit. He also contributes to the good vs. evil theme because once the pearl was in his position, the evil started coming out in a man who before, was a very good…

Project #1: Literacy Narrative I remember walking across the lawn from our tiny add on classroom, up the stairs, and into the second grade class. Walking to my assigned desk directly in front of the window, I sat down in front of my best friend. Sometimes, sleepy and tired, I stared at the giant oak tree in our school yard and watching the clouds move. My first experience with writing was in fourth grade. My elementary school decided to try something new by requiring all fourth through sixth…

I was born April 3, 2002, on a Wednesday night. It was a beautiful day. I saw my mother and family for the first time. I can’t say that I knew my life was going to be perfect but I knew I was going to make it the best. I’m not going to say I’m the best child in the world because I’m not. I have my ups and downs as everyone else, but I’m only a child. I haven’t seen all that the world has to offer me, but I know I’ve seen some of its best. After being born, I spent four days in the hospital…

herd of Angus cows in the pasture near the barn. “Sadie!” I yelled, “ Come here!” The bullet changed directions on a dime and came rushing at me, finally skidding to a stop, panting, next to my leg. She trotted happily along beside me as I continued walking…

keep the five dollars for that one time drink and feel bad about yourself later on in the day because you didn’t go for your two mile run. The point of the fact that if that's ever happened to you or not we’ve all felt multipole emotions throughout walking on this earth. Which makes that distinctions between us, and a rock. Or even us and a lion. A lion is set to kill, with no doubt or hesitation. We always have a choice. A choice lead by our beliefs and philosophies. Like I’ve also mentioned…

Beauty on a Mountain The sun had not yet risen, but it was light just enough for us to see where we were going. My sister and I were taking a walk in a forest during a family camping trip. The spring air was cooler than usual even at that hour. The forest was quiet except for our footsteps and the sound of the soft breeze moving through the branches of the trees that surrounded the two of us. We wandered aimlessly at first, climbing on large boulders like young children and weaving our way…