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is of the essence! Be on ! to go to school! We are
running out of ! You may not realize it, but our lives are controlled
by . From the we get up to the we go to bed we are its
slaves.
Being a teenager, time definetly controls me, it has to. I have to
be up at a certain time, so I wont be late to school. During the school
day I have to be in class on time. After school I have no time! I have
work and extracurricular activities that I am involved in. After this I
eat dinner, study then go to bed.
My time is mainly consumed by Sleep, school, and work. Ou of the
168 hours in a week I sleep for 52.5 and am in school for 32. Work ...
Sumitville is a city with 1,000,000 people in it. It's is prosperous city because it has a great economy, government, and social structure. The city is also very well maintained and fits the peoples needs. All basic things needed for the city to function were made within its borders. Transportation, food supply, waste, energy education, shopping, a...
If only everyone knew the evil that runs through this kid's mind, they would realize how funny he can be. When I began freshmen year I didn't know who he was or what he was like. He seemed abnormally quiet and maybe a bit strange. Being on sports teams for 4 years with him, helped me to get to know the real him. Most people think that he is str...
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...
The other night I was takin the trash out. I heard ol' Bessie, my cow carryin on like there was a snake in her pin. I ran over and I said "Bessie, you best hush up!" That's when I seen it. It was a round hunk of metal flyin through the sky. At first I thought it was the top of my grain bin. That's where I've been keepin my manure that I use on m'ga...
There was a boy called so one day grabs his glass, and stares into the sun filled room, like a seaman searching for land. Not for the first time in a couple of years he's scowling deeply. Their relationship had begun in this sunlit space. Thinking back, he loses count of the times since then they have tried to draw a line, to move on, to get on w...
