Natural Disaster I remember this night better than I remember last night. My sister was only ten, and I only seven. At the time my mother worked third shift, she was driving us to our baby-sitters house. It was dark out, I don’t remember exactly what time it was but it was late. I had on my favorite pink nightgown, it was wet from running to the car in the downpour. I was on

At Home Mom was in the kitchen cooking a Christmas Eve breakfast when I woke up. Through the aroma’s I could make out the smell of fried bacon, buttermilk biscuits, and Moravian sugar cake. As I drifted into the kitchen, still half asleep, Mom turned and smiled as I did the same. “Good morning, Charlie. Are you ready for breakfast' I cooked some blueberry pancakes for you and your

A Tragic Day “A Tragic Day” It was a cold winter day in December, my cousin who lived in California was visiting us and was here to take of his own business which is in located in Downtown. My mom was cooking, my brother was sleeping, my dad was watching television and I was with my friend getting ready to go out. It seemed like any other normal day with no expectations of what was a

One Classic Dream Whenever I stepped out into the open reflection of God's brilliant painting, I would stand in awe and hold my breath for it was a truly bewildering sight. While gracefully leaning over the egg-shaped poolside, I would gently stroke the passive waters, feeling their cool warmth envelope my hand. Yet, the dark, murky and ironically lucid water complimented the crystal cas

Opening My Red Window Opening My Red Window As I look out my “window pane,” my image and preconceptions of China are limited and vague. In order to understand and experience what it is that China represents I believe it is necessary to push aside my current views and open that window to witness China’s full potential. Often times my view is blurred by the images of China I have see

Panopticism Panopticism How many times while in school did you feel like you were in a prision' Is that the first thought that comes to ones mind while sitting in classes' Probably not, but it isn’t suprising is it' The idea that schools are like prisions is the idea that Michel Foucault tries to get readers to understand in his essay Panopticism. Schools and prisions alike have th

Passionate Writing Lesson in Passionate Writing When first assigned this writing topic I immediately thought about the inspiration to my writings. It was easy to look at the poems I write and say that the person I was writing to was my inspiration. But, I had no real inspiration to in class writings. So, an essay on that would be very bland. But, the way that I wrote in class writing

Paternity Fraud There is a new type of fraud going on in America today, it has nothing to do with insurance or phony salesmen trying to sell a bogus product. It has to do, sadly enough with children. The article that I read was about paternity fraud, it was called “Fair Is Fair, But its Often Sad, Too”, by Kathleen Parker. Parker’s view point in her article is basically neutral, she thin

Picture In A Painting What’s in a picture' An expression of one’s self can sometimes can be the ambiguity of life. It’s a symbol of expression that can be found in the deepest corners of our affection to someone we dearly love. This is what I feel when sometimes, the joys of life is the unknown. Like a painting waiting to be finished, you can never tell to see yourself whole unless you

Quiet Quiet My hand shook violently as I fumbled with my keys. I tried to quiet the jingling, tried to unlock the door quickly without making much noise, tried to get inside before he caught up with me. I turned the knob and rushed through the door, locking it with a click behind me. My heart pounded in my ears as I shoved my back against the closed wooden door and shut my eyes. I he

Prose Writing PROSE WRITING TOPIC: A memorable event in my backyard I was 3 years of age when we first moved from New Zealand to our new residence on the corner of Binowee and Arcola Streets, Aspley. Nestled on a quaint 24 perches, my backyard consisted of all 4 sides of my house. In my mind this was so. There was no real front yard, therefore, no real backyard for that ma

Recall Essay From Then To Now Growing up is a series of personal changes. Usually the most noticeable are the physical changes, but there often seems to be changes that happen at a deeper level. These deep changes in character, morals, and spiritual being seem to not be in any correlation with the physical changes. But maturity in these areas is a true indication of growing up. One

Roop I'll always remember Sudden. That was the nickname the men had tacked onto the muscled giant that wielded the M60 in my unit. "Sudden" was short for "Sudden Death." And I'll always remember the first time I saw Sudden in action. I was a new, green Lieutenant assigned to Vietnam. Back then, the Army didn't try to develop any esprit de corp; men were rotated frequently before any

Rememberance A Thanksgiving to Remember Thanksgiving rolled around in November, just as it had since the beginning of time. But the Thanksgiving of 1999 is one that I will always remember. I figured that it would be the same normal tradition at first. Hours waiting on dinner, eating the same stuff we ate every Thanksgiving. An array of mixed, colorful vegetables, yams, stuffing a

Satire A Day In The Life A Satire of Teenage Life in America' One morning, Dana woke up and felt fat. Fat and ugly. Now, it's a given that at six in the morning, no one feels too hot about themselves, but this was a feeling that often stuck with Dana throughout the day. She knew she wasn't fat, per se, but she thought she could stand to lose a few pounds, or perhaps place those poun

Shoes So Many Places, So Little Time Whether it is walking around the house or traveling to work, there is a shoe for all situations. Every shoe contains diverse characteristics each differing in look, feel, smell, and the reaction of the wearer. Each pair of shoes affects the feet and the feel at the end of the day. The full shoe experience depends on the quality of the shoe. Mo

Seperation By Church Separation by Church Church can play a big role in a person’s life. Some religions can tell people how to live or what to do with their lives. Having a life mostly controlled by your religious beliefs might be what is right for you then again; it can be what separates you. Having a religion telling you how to live or how your life should be is a very bi

Shaping A Life The first step to making or throwing a pot is wedging. Wedging the lump of clay properly will ensure ease when throwing. To wedge clay, the potter must rhythmically knead the clay at least one hundred times. The purpose of wedging is to remove air bubbles and thoroughly mix the clay into a workable mass. Just as an infant would die without proper care, a pot without proper

Shipped Away Shipped Away When I was 11 years old, I started to stray away from my family’s values. This prompted a whole new set of problems at school. "He is unsupportable,” read part of one of the nicer letters that came home from school. My mother had bitterly warned me, that if I didn't "shape up" she was going to call my father. They had been separated since I was about t

Significance In order for something to spark my curiosity, it has to be by a significant event, usually over time. Many people question my love of neuroscience, because of my other traits. They think I can publicly speak so well, that I’m so well versed in politics, or clever about the fluctuations of the stock market, so why am I so into such a “reserved” field' Well, certainly a signif

Sililoquy I went to work as any other day, walking around the mall with my best friend, staring, gazing into every transparent glass containing items for my wish list, leaving me with “wants”, yet will never become possessions. My phone rang, as my mother, carefully, yet failing to hide her tears, told me my cousin (Joshua), two years of age, had drowned. I felt your struggle I thought

Soaring In The Air “I can’t believe this nonsense. I’m glad I’m leaving you for college. We’ll both be happy then.” With immense anger and rage, I slam the door completely shut, not letting even the slightest air remain in or escape. With tears of frustration sliding from my red eyes, I head out onto the right of Terrace Avenue, passing four of the vast blocks ahead of me. Finally, m

Somewhat Ordinary Somewhat Ordinary Alka; that is my name. It is actually ironic that Alka is my name. In Indian, it means a lock of golden hair. I can only laugh at my parent’s decision in naming me this. All of my wigs make my name the most ironic thing you could imagine. I have no hair, and probably won’t have any for my whole life. It all started, well, at home. I was home alone.

Sunday Morning Sean Salazar Salazar Professor McHale English 101 13 July 2002 Sunday Morning The thick, burnt scent of roasted coffee tickled the tip of my nose just seconds before the old, faithful alarm blared a distorted top-forty through its tiny top speaker. Wiping away the grit of last night's sleep, the starch white sunlight blinded me momentarily as I slung my

Sunny Day It was a beautiful sunny spring day, the first for several weeks. The young girl wandered alone on the moors overlooking her home. She marveled at the sparkling newness that always surprised her after the long evenings and cold nights of a Yorkshire winter. The snows were gone for another year. Though they had a unique charm, she was always relieved to see new growth break thro

Soulful Strings Soulful Strings As I plop down on the over-stuffed rose-tinted antique love seat, childhood memories dance through my imagination, creating a comforting yet unbreakable bubble, until reality’s sharpness stabs the unfamiliar world into several suds of disillusion. Intensely fixated on a pleasantly plump picture of an eight-year old girl, with stringy hair the color of

Story Of Sui Fu One winter evening in 1995, it was very dark outside; the whole family has just finished supper except for Siu Fu. His supper had not been touched. Sui Fu is the youngest son out of my three sons. His older twin brother Sui Lung had immigrated away a year ago. This incident was three years ago in Canada. Sui Fu and Sui Lung both go to school in the same car. Befor

Stranger As I walked into the bar, I saw her sitting by herself, stirring a Long Island Ice Tea with one hand and her head resting over the other. I looked around the bar to familiarize myself with the surroundings to become more relaxed. The place looked pretty full, but why was this lady sitting alone' I have never been able to just walk right up to someone and introduce myself right o

The Beach The Postcard I lay there motionless, staring at the giant puffs of cloud in the blue peaceful sky, letting the rays of heat to be soaked up by my skin. Surrounded by lush tropical tress and endless stretches of fine golden sand, I felt I was in my own little slice of Paradise. Nothing could have matched the exotic beauty of Bali. I couldn’t let mum miss out on something

The Beach The Beach As the warm rush of salty water sweeps over my skin, I feel as though I am being pulled into an endless journey. I do not know where I may be lead to, so I bury my feet into the loose sand to avoid being swept away. This powerful force is the ocean. I stand where the ocean and sand come together in amazement. I wonder what will happen if I let myself go and allo