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Aside from the normal bed, closet, cabinets, computer, and obvious
Mickey Mouse and Nick Van Exel posters; my room is a world of its own.
When one walks into my room, I would image that s/he would describe it as
messy and cluttered. As, if one walked into my mind, they would think I
was merely crazy. My mind and room are both dirty and chaotic to ones eye,
but when I look at them, I see adventure, uniqueness, originality and
organization.
Just as my room is filled with papers, books, and other
miscellaneous objects, my mind is filled with friends, schoolwork, and
family. Each of these categories falls into different groups. The mind
categories fall into their own groups, and the room bunches fall into the
mind groups. For instance, I have school friends, and out of school
friends. There are also school papers, and note and letters from your
friends. This is because my mind makes my room.
Even though my walls cannot speak, if they were able to, they would
tell you many secrets and important event that ...
Throughout the many unique and individual experiences I went through, the friendships that I made were one in a million. These friends shaped me and formed me in so many ways. I have learned an unfathomable amount through friendships as well as accumulating a lot of personal growth. The significance of friendships in my own American experience h...
In His Name My mother was on the phone and I was dying to be in the loop. After a while I picked up on what they were talking about."We are invited to have a feast at your cousin's," she said. I planned to eat nothing so that I could stuff myself there. I almost put away food at the party that all strangers thought I always eat like a horse. I j...
I sat on the beach eyeing the brown haired hunk who sat all alone a little way away from me. I kept thinking of whether I should get up and "accidentally" trip next to him. After pondering this for about 15 minutes, I decided what the heck- I didn't have anything to lose. As I Got up, I glanced over one more towards his direction, I saw the most...
" Ding , Ding, Ding." School had just ended. My butt had been just freed from the oppression of that chair for the rest of my life. Never again was I planning to sit down in Mr. Dicksons room again. But that was the least of my concerns. Because, today I couldn't wait to get riding on the Bike trails. These were old paths of a railroad track that...
I sat in the woods in my backyard to get away from my busy life, and sit and observe things that happen, that I'm to busy to see. Those things are things that you have to take time and sit out of your busy life to notice. Those things are all around us but we just don't know they are happening because we're going to fast to see. I took twenty mi...
