Summer school

When one thinks about dirt, what comes to mind? Dirty items, like dirty shoes, shirts, and pants. The question comes up, is dirt really dirty? Take this thought, you play baseball, and you slide into home plate. When you get up, happy you scored the run, and you dust the dirt off. So now you are all dirty, or are you? Can they be such a thing as clean dirt? In our lab, we were giving two bags of dirt, one looked like dirt you would dig up from someone back yard (sample B), the second one was…

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“The Blue Lankia starfish is so distinct when It comes to salt water that you can’t find those anywhere else. I got started around 1992 and the country was in a recession and there were really no jobs, especially for ex-military. Diving was a passion of mine and this hobby was a passion of mine, so I was able to keep things that others weren’t able to keep and I had special permits from the government to keep things that weren’t typically allowed just to see if we could keep them alive to pull…

Douglas Spaulding, age 12, showcases his magical powers in a short excerpt from Ray Bradbury’s novel Dandelion Wine. Bradbury paints a wizard-like portrait of the young boy by employing mystical diction and equally important comparisons to establish a rampantly magical atmosphere throughout the passage. Bradbury lays the foundation for magic through copious use of magical diction, word choice that reinforces the atmosphere. Lines 35-39 are especially significant because they mention young…

I was in my last few days of 3rd grade and I couldn’t wait for summer. Just thinking about all the good times I would have like camping, swimming, and playing baseball with my team, the Aces, had me giddy. As the last few days of school came to an end my anxiousness grew until it finally came. Summer, free at last. The summer was going great, the days where hot and had a humidness that stuck to you. Every day I ran around with my friends and tried as hard as I could to make it back before…

As the summer of 1962 rolls in, Jack is encaged with an unknown murderer and faces many other mysteries. In the novel, Dead End In Norvelt, the author (Jack Gantos) sends the audience into a thrilling world. In a small town filled to the rim with quirky neighbors lives Jack and his parents. The first day of summer had finally came. The relief flooded him. He was on his picnic table standing up and watching a movie on the big screen through binoculars. He held up his father’s, thought to be…

Buffy's vision blurred, damp hair covered part of her face, sticking with wet. She blinked her vision clearer for a minute, not quite ready to pull herself out of the puddle, not quite sure if she could. Face sideways in the water, cold and probably dying, flashes of how ran through her mind almost in slow motion, but almost in hyperspeed. The last weeks of sparring and battle-prep and the impending death march running like blood through her ears. Coming down here, determined, to end it. To take…

It was the summer of 1864. I was nineteen years old. I was living on a farm, in Texas, just on the border of mexico. That was such a beautiful time of year. The golden wheat fields flourished and lilacs painted the meadows a shade of bright periwinkle. But that summer will haunt me for the rest of my life. I tossed and turned one night, gloomy and sleepless. I peered out my window to the barn. The creaky white picket fence, surrounding the fields had unlatched in the night, leaving an endless…

The gelid snow was piercing into my body. And there I was, at the Semi-finals of my second junior Tennis tournament. The first time I had been to a tennis tournament, I did great. Considerably greater than I expected. I was eleven years old in the summer of sixth grade and I was a semi-finalist at the USTA (United States Tennis Association) junior tournament. Could I have won that tournament? Of Course I could have. If only I had realized that sooner. But there was something missing in my…

is already unconscious. When the party is over Buffy and Cordelia are chained to a basement wall, along with another girl named Kelly, where they will be sacrificed to Machida, the dark lord the fraternity serves, in exchange for prosperity. At the school library, Willow discovers a slew of missing girls and connects it to Delta Zeta Kappa. She alerts Giles and Angel, neither of whom knew where Buffy was, immediately and they rush to the frat house to meet Xander. Before they can be eaten, Buffy…