Who Are You

to discuss books with anyone who would listen, and more often than not, I was her conversational partner; a fact I secretly prided myself with. I knew she was ostensibly married, and as a man of honor I would never pursue her, but I wished as much as the other men that her marriage truthfully was a…

recognized the guys, it was Jeff and Angalo the kids who thought that they were better than everyone else. So Bay runs up there and starts punching and screaming at them to get off of Emmet and to never touch a deaf person again. After they ran away Emmett got up and he had a broken arm and a banged up face, Bay insured Emmet that she needed to get him to the hospital, but Emmet refused until he got something out, he said in sign language “You don’t need to help me, I’ve been deaf for as long as…

to see you,” she says, and invites me into the foyer. “How are you?” “I’m not sure. It’s been a crazy day.” “There’s roast chicken with tarragon in the oven,” she says, “I’d love for you to join me for an early dinner.” “Thanks.” We walk into the kitchen. The smell of food comforts me. She nods for me to sit, and arranges another place setting. “Do you enjoy cooking for yourself?” I ask. “I do, cooking became my new passion, once I gave up sex.” I chuckle. “I understand. It gives you what…

Have you ever been forced into something that you absolutely would have never done if you didn’t have to? This fear became my reality last Sunday. For the first time in my eighteen years of my life I stepped foot into a church. I choose a local church for this experience called The First Reformed Church. The address to this Christian church is 5387 W State Road 10, Wheatfield, IN 46392. In this essay I’ll be explaining how this experience has changed me as a person and the things I witnessed…

deception of dressing as a man (another prevalent theme within Shakespeare’s work) that she is able to teach Bassanio never to break his promises to her in the form of the ring trial. Rosalind also teaches her romantic interest while crossdressing in As You Like It (AYL). Orlando, her romantic interest, is an absurdly hopeless romantic, going so far as to carve poems into trees in the forest of Arden, proclaiming: These trees shall be my books, And in their barks my thoughts I’ll character,…

feel compelled to view both stances. Thus, they are torn between their moral values and ethics. Is Bernie too good for his own good? He was constantly categorized in a positive sense: “Bernie…had the ability to make the world seem kind. …Bernie made you feel real good about yourself” (Shepherd Project). When he ceaselessly outputs his good nature and pure heart to others, his own characteristics battle with himself. His personality back fires. Perhaps this story based on a true event implies…

leg around his waist. “Tell me you 've missed me.” He whispered, working his pants down his legs, as she moved her pelvis against him. “You know I have.” She turned her neck to the side, the feel of his tongue on her skin, making her wetter. Jackson hooked a finger under her panties pulling them down her legs. “Tell me you want me.” The same hand brushed over her slit, his thumb on her pearl rubbing…

There was the normal Go-Carts and then there was ones that you could only drive if you had your driver license. Well all the kids were to young so we just did the normal ones, and had a blast. Then another night we had family cookout and camp fire. We cooked burgers and hot dogs, also had smores. We spent a lot of the time…

“No reason to stop you, Stealer Girl,” said Asa, using her baseball nickname from primary school. The last fingers of light glowed from the sunset, fading into a deep cobalt blue. Asa stretched luxuriously. “May I interest you in a hot fudge sundae?” “I’d love one, but I believe the drug store is closed.” “I happen to have a set of keys.” She giggled. “In that case, I would love a sundae.” They walked arm and arm down the dock, but when they got to shore, Nell said, “Oh, Asa, we forgot…

My definition of compassion is when you are willing to help another being in need without the expectation or intent to receive anything in return. I was privileged to grow up with a mother that was very compassionate and caring, and from an early age she showed me that true compassion is giving without selflessness. I often find myself doing things out of compassion from day to day such as holding the door open for someone if I spot them trailing close by behind me. However in these same…