Too Much Time on My Hands

take too much time, money, and the scores aren’t accurate compared to there grades. My first reason is that standardized test take too much time away from class time learning. The heaviest tests fall on the nation's eighth-graders spend on average of 25.3 hours during the year on testing. .Schools allocate more than a quarter of the years instructions to test prep. In my school there is not a lot of time for fun or learning. This is why tests take too much time away from class. My…

GONNA BE ME Every Christian first time all belong to Edge First time holding hand He remembers that was a coldest day he ever knows. Even he wears a big jacket on but still can feel the cold wind go deep in to his bones. He saw Jay, his best friend, his love of his live standing there, in the bus stop jumping up and down to warm up his body. Adam love the way Jay smile and how happy Jay is when he saw him. Maybe Jay never know how much Adam love him, maybe it too soon to make another step on…

it almost too easily, carving my shape into the nest of warmth and cloth. It is a long time before anyone comes looking for me.…

in his hand. The shake in his hand was affecting his artwork so much, he decided to drop out of art school and just quit art as a whole. After several years without art, he decides that he cannot avoid it any longer. He embraces his shake and takes on a different approach of art. By embracing his limitation, he is more successful than ever. Everybody has some sort of “shake”. My shake is that I feel emotions too deeply. I feel emotion very intensely and overwhelmingly. I often trust too…

schools because, parents don't want their kids taking it, it is a waste of time, and causes too much stress on students and teachers. Parents don't trust the people who have access to the SBAC scores.Additionally kids spend an average of the day taking a test. As well as, stress is building up on them and impacting their self-esteem. The standardized tests are well known for testing a child's level of academic abilities but, I trust my teachers opinion on making test, not the computer, maybe pen…

like it better on the ranch he is at now. Candy is described when he says “ I ain’t much good with on’y one hand. I lost my hand right here on this ranch. That’s why they give me a job swampin’” (59). This shows his struggles as he is also described as a stoop shouldered old man. He further explains, “ An’ they give me two hundred an’ fifty dollars cause I lost my hand” (59). This first shows that he cannot do much on the ranch because of his conditions. He wouldn’t be fit to run a farm with…

As Mr. Wonderful held my head on his lap with one hand, he used the other hand to graze my body within reach over my clothes. I continued to talk until I wondered if I was talking too much. “You are so quiet. Am I talking too much?” I said, looking up at his face. He continued to move his fingertips over my clothes emphasizing my chest and pelvic region as he looked down at me saying “I am just listening and getting to know more about you.” He looked into my eyes with warmth and satisfaction as…

Giving always causes me to pause. As an item leaves my hands, or a person leaves my presence, and there is emptiness created that feels pregnant, as if my palms hold a phantom, or the room a ghost. Is giving always a form a losing? But what of these things that give and go on giving? As it leaves your hand, it is already there again to be given once more. It is a gift. This is what my children have taught me. A mother’s love, being imperfect, and intentions, always impure, can never give the…

I watch upon my son, Sarpedon with my lovely wife only to see him began to fight with Patroclus. My son, a great fighter, fight another fills my heart with pity. I turn my head to see my dazzling queen, Hera and I say with sadness, “ How can Sarpendon, the son I love the most, sign his own death wish to Patroclus. There is so much I feel because of this but only so much I can express. Should I take him away to Lycia, a vibrant green land distant from Troy and all its blood or beat him with…

I’ve kept the nectar in my arm a secret from everyone, even Connor. He’s hinted that he knows I’m hiding something, but I know that he wouldn’t approve of me keeping it. Although, this really is a special case. He knows my plan and having nectar with me will definitely help with it. Three weeks before our planned day of escape, I finally ask him to meet me in my cell. I need to tell him. I fidget with the golden container, waiting for him to arrive. He’s normally so prompt, but I’ve been waiting…