One-room school

most important criteria that I have is probably the environment and campus life of the school. My biggest worry is getting to college and not being able to find people that I can fit in with, and the campus culture being very different than mine. Along with the culture, I also like a very small environment and class size. I feel like with a smaller student body and class size, students can connect better with one another and with professors, which I really want in a college. Environment can also…

I wondered if it had something to do with what happened earlier. My curiosity won me over and I decided to move to my usual snooping spot. The way that our house was set up made it so that if I sat in the doorway to my room, I could see almost the entire layout of the living room. I spent many nights there watching tv shows that my parents wouldn 't let me watch because they were too “grown up”. Now it was an ultimate position for spying. I could see the shoulders of my mom and my dad looking at…

Having a child is one of the happiest moments of many people’s lives, getting to encounter this first hand is a very great experience. It was the second week of school and my fiance, Abby and I had been waiting on our son to be born for about eight and a half months. Because Abby still lived in Minot and I live on campus in Bismarck I wanted to know way before hand if she was going to the hospital. During my afternoon class I got a call and because we are not supposed to use our phones in class…

Ugh, the stench. The smell overwhelmed my nostrils, and a sour taste collected in the back of my throat. It looked even worse. The room seemed more like a Banksy museum—if Banksy museums were filled with half empty cup noodles, emptied out yogurt cups, and half eaten donuts. It’s hard to imagine that a human did this. As I pushed the window wide open, I thought to myself “I don’t get paid enough for this.” Said every housekeeper ever. Collect the trash. Turn off the air conditioner. I looked…

Chapter One A Child Removed from his Body This was the first of my paranormal experiences, that began my journey to understanding the other side. It was 1980 and I was 9 years old.it was a typical night in the Vara home. Mom sent my sister and I to bed for the night as it was getting late and it was summer time in Rochester NY my home town. This night would be different than any other night in my short life, this night was very different and only now do I understand what…

young or old.I’ve lived in my old house since I was 18 months old, but had to move out around the age of 15. I loved that house from the scenery of the front yard to the enormous backyard. All the rooms on the inside had memories that I will never forget. I still remember which room was my favorite room to be in and had the best memories about. I’ve had up and downs in this house, but it will forever be my favorite house to live in. Even though the house was half blue and half yellow, the front…

Old Scars Just imagine a year and a half of being with a person, then one night getting a phone call that would change everything. That happened to me a little over a year ago. That entire night I knew something was wrong, I could feel it deep in my gut. It had been too long since I had heard from Ian and it was starting to get late. The phone call was the confirmation and it broke my heart. I got the phone call around nine pm, Ian’s dad, Jamie had called off of Ian’s brothers phone to tell me…

“We’re moving to Florida”. We were sitting at the dining room table when they told us. t must have been a Saturday or we wouldn’t have been in the dining room and it must have been some time in winter, though I don’t remember the month. Of the twelve chairs positioned around the long table, seven were occupied: Two by my parents, four by my sisters and one by me. The table was the only piece of furniture in the room. The walls where white and bare except for streaks of lurid mahogany dye…

dreaming, aren’t I? This is one of those nightmares I’ve been having.” My parent’s confusion evolved into concern as I spoke, and my mother approached me again. “Honey, what are you talking about?” She spoke softly, “You’re awake. You’ve been in a coma for the past month.” My breath caught in my throat as her words swirled through my head. “No. No. No that’s ridiculous. I was just in my room, at home. What… What happened?” “Sweetheart, you were kidnapped on your way to school about two months…

up homework due at midnight. I didn’t feel like going out that evening, because the frigid air made the thought journeying downtown to party, very unappealing. However my roommate did not share the same sentiments. She was bored and restless in the room. She kept pestering me, “what we should do tonight?” “Don’t you want to go out?” I would have told her no but I knew that the rest of my night would be filled with her complaining about how we should have gone out to party. Still trying to…