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Geography had been Kristin’s favorite class her freshman year, although she nearly failed. Outside the window of this third period classroom was a mesmerizing sight. The most gorgeous man Kristin had ever seen was directing the construction of the new library. His white hardhat covered thick dark hair. It was trimmed short and perfectly styled, even when he took the hat off and raked his hand through it. His muscled arms would have a gleam of sweat on them by late morning. He was tall and lean and he was obviously in charge of the project. Workers came to him with questions and even though Kristin couldn’t hear what was being said she could see that he treated his people with respect. He would point with gloved fingers at the location of what was in question or review blueprints on sawhorses but she never saw him raise his voice. He often worked with the tools on the job. That was the best. Tool belt strapped low on his hips and a hammer in hand. It was enough to make a schoolgirl loose her mind. Daydreaming out the window Kristin rarely heard the boring bald man teaching the class in which she sat. History was boring enough but the low monotone Mr. Jenkins spoke in could put a five year old jacked up on Mt. Dew to sleep. That was one of the reasons behind her dream of being a teacher. Interesting things had to have happened in interesting places around the world but how would anyone know if they had to listen to Mr. Jenkins? Weather permitting Kristin ate lunch under the maple tree, the one that was directly across the street from the construction site. Lori sat down next to her. “Just what we need. More room for more boring books. If I could download a book on my iPod I might listen to it.” She thought ab... ... middle of paper ... ... I appreciate you keeping a safe distance like this. I’d hate to have a pretty girl hurt with falling lumber or careless words.” Chris smiled at them. “See you around.” Chris crossed the street, with a tip of his hat, leaving Kristen dreamy eyed. Lori forced a reluctant Kristin away from the construction site. As soon as they turned the corner and were out of sight of the new development Kristin laid her bike down and sprawled out on the grass of someone’s yard. The lush lawn was soft and cool, a welcomed contrast to her heated skin. She took a deep breath. Had she been holding it the whole time? Never would she have believed that her dream of talking to Chris McLaughlin would ever come true. He was quite a few years older than her, at least ten. Why would he bother? Because he was that kind of a man, she decided, and he is as perfect as she imagined.
“One can only speculate about why Franz became so attached to McCandless so quickly, but the affection he felt was genuine, intense, and unalloyed (pg.57).” Chris was a simple boy, one who valued his thoughts and ideas, he was simply unbothered by any obstacles he had, but instead inspired. “Franz placed his furniture and most of his possessions in a storage locker, bought a GMC duravan…moved out of his apartment and set up camp on the Bajada (pg. 58).” Franz being an old man and someone who lost his family found comfort in a boy such as Chris. Chris was free and uninfluenced by the normal, which intrigued Franz. One important distinction between both Franz and Chris’s journeys were that Chris was too far up in the clouds to foreshadow the future and Franz was just an old man that Chris had an impact on. Chris sought freedom and rebelliousness and he paid the price for that, while Franz became moved by Chris’s thoughts of living
He just turned and left without a word. I touched Lennie’s grave. The rough touch of the wood deflecting to my fingers. I walked back to the ranch. Everyone was asleep. I wanted to run away tomorrow but I couldn’t let this chance pass up. It also prevented any chance of Candy following me. I tiptoed out of the room and went straight to the woods. I made sure to mix myself in with the shadows of the trees. I saw the river and It felt like I did it...until I felt something grab me by my neck. I quickly got flipped over and pushed to the ground.
It was a sunny day with a sweet aroma of blooming tulips. The sunlight glittered on their faces as the breeze rattled the chestnut tree above. There was an occasional giggle as they talked, but there was also a hint of discomfort and awkwardness between them as they peeked at each other’s face and recoiled when the other looked up. When the bell rang twice, I saw them say goodbye and walk away from each other. In the darkness of the crowd, a glimmer flashed into my eyes from Hannah’s cheeks.
Literature. Vol. A. Ed. Nina Baym and Julia Reidhead. 17 ed. New York: W.W. Norton &
It was a beautiful autumn afternoon, and the wind was blowing ever so softly, gently rustling the colorful leaves throughout the park. She loved to walk through the park on days like these with her dog, her best friend. He sampled the fresh air into his chest as he proudly pranced along at his owner’s heels. He was beautiful, with a shiny, sleek, short coat of a honey color, and well defined muscles contracting at every pace. They were family, companions, and in sync, enjoying a break from the business of her high paced daily life. As they continued along the wide winding concrete path, another man was approaching walking in the opposite direction. The man saw the dog and shot a
His hair glistened black in the shining sun, eyes sparkled to Pilot Mountain, and height soared with the birds at 6 feet 5 inches. Joshua was indeed qualified as beautiful, but was even more so qualified as dangerous. Considered a farm boy, Joshua enjoyed anything with a little dirt and thrill attached to it. Vera found herself infatuated with him and he with her. She was also quite the catch. Vera’s long, flowing, chestnut brown hair had him wrapped up all the way to her plump pink lips and big, bright emerald eyes. Vera’s father was a farmer as well and he influenced Vera to never be scared of the dirty work. Joshua found this quality to be his favorite of Vera. Fergil was not a fan of Joshua Taylor, but Vera disregarded his opinions and followed her stubborn heart. Every day, at Independence High, after school they would take the long way home through town to spend every last second together, until the next day. Joshua would wait for Vera at the trophy case beside the office doors and walk her from there to her home three miles down the road at Edgewood Drive. This love interest lasted from the beginning of Vera’s 11th year of school up until the very end of her 12th grade summer. That Fall she began college at Marymount University where a new adventure took
The students could hardly sit still during penultimate period the day before the long Columbus Day Weekend. The school was gearing up for the annual pep rally held during the last period of the school day before the Columbus Day Weekend. Lots of Calvary Hill teachers would stick it to the students before long weekends and vacations by giving tests and quizzes, others would give up the instructional time and let the kids watch a movie. Peter didn’t test or let the kids waste time with movies, he structured the time with games of Jeopardy and other fun activities that kept the kids engaged and thinking about the content material, while still having fun. When the final bell rang, the students could hardly believe that the period had flown by. They gathered up their materials and headed for the door.
Literature. Ed. Richard Sime and Bill Wahlgreen. Dallas: Holt, Rinehart, and Winston, 2000. Page 739. Print.
The drive to cross the Kentucky border had taken hours and hours of strenuous patience to finally arrive in another state. The view was by far country like as hints of cow manure could be smelled far from a distance. We drive through small towns, half the size of our hometown of Glen Ellyn had been the biggest town we've seen if not smaller. The scenery had overwhelmed us, as lumps of Earth from a great distance turned to perfectly molded hills, but as we got closer and closer to our destination the hills no longer were hills anymore, instead the hills had transformed to massive mountains of various sizes. These mountains surrounded our every view as if we had sunken into a great big deep hole of green pastures. Our path of direction was seen, as the trails of our road that had followed for numerous hours ended up winding up the mountainous mountains in a corkscrew dizzy-like matter.
... with your boyfriend in a pick-up truck driving across the country could be a bit overwhelming. This trip solidified Jackie and Devon’s relationship. It gave them the sense, and knowledge that they could get through a lot of problems and be okay with it. Even though they would argue and disagree while on this trip, they got through it together. “It was like trial by fire. We could’ve had a huge argument on that trip. But what could we have done about it at that point? We were stuck in this car for 5 days,” she said as she laughed about it. Looking back at the trip, the only thing that Jackie would do differently is leaving earlier so they would have enough time to go sightseeing, and take a couple detours. After they had lived in British Columbia for a couple months, they decided to come back to the East Coast. “We loved British Columbia, but home was calling us.”
8th ed. of the book. Boston: Wadsworth, 2013. 505 - 16. Print.
“Be back before 8 Riles. You know how angry your dad gets”. “Okay mom no worries”,I said as walk out the door and hop onto my bike. I stopped in front of jakes house to pick him up. We’re going to take a hike in the forest. “Hey Riley, did you get the water and the sandwiches”, Jake shouted in a jubilant tone. “Yea. Go get your bike, i only have like two hours before my curfew is over”, i reply. Jake ran to the backyard and got his bike from the garage. The Rouge watershed trail closes late today so we got plenty of time. Me and Jake drive our bikes for about 7 minutes and then take a stop. “Lets lock our bikes at the bike rack and walk from there; it’s only a quarter mile away”, jake says. “Let's do that after we take a short break. All that
As soon as the men, left she broke down in tears. Sarah shuddered as she sat on the couch thinking about all the memories she had with her brother. When they were little they used to go down to the lake to swim with the fish and play with the frogs. When she was fourteen Nathan was sixteen and he would drive her to the mall to hang out with her friends, to basketball practice, and to school. When she was sixteen and her boyfriend broke up with her, she pulled into the driveway and she was balling in her car. Nathan carried her to her room and put her to bed, he then took her car and drove to the boy’s house. He walked into the young foolish boys house, not even knocking on the door; he searched the house and found him with another girl in his room. Nate said to him, “You left my little sister an hour ago and you're already with some other girl! You have lost a smart and amazing young lady, I hope you regret your decision you worthless piece of
School had just started; it was the fall of my sophomore year. I was excited about having new teachers and being able to boss around those little freshmen since I had finally lost that ridiculous title of “freshy.” Although one class did turn all that excitement right into knots in my stomach, it was English 10. Ugh I hated English, partially because I could never remember all those rules of writing, which I had just thought of as “dumb.” I figured, “Why would I ever need to know all them? Computers will be able to fix all my mistakes for me!” As I would soon find out, boy was I ever wrong. Surprisingly, class was going good; our teacher Mr. Mieckowski seemed to be a little weird and quite boring at times but all in all not too bad I mean who isn’t boring occasionally? He had a shiny head with very little hair and never wore long sleeves to class. He was also quite tall and skinny, so everyone had his or her own conclusion about Mr. Mieckowski’s personal life. A lot of the time this ended up being the topic of conversation for his students, along with his hatred towards icicle lights, white reindeer, and especially technology; the thing I loved most.
I awoke to the sun piercing through the screen of my tent while stretching my arms out wide to nudge my friend Alicia to wake up. “Finally!” I said to Alicia, the countdown is over. As I unzip the screen door and we climb out of our tent, I’m embraced with the aroma of campfire burritos that Alicia’s mom Nancy was preparing for us on her gargantuan skillet. While we wait for our breakfast to be finished, me and Alicia, as we do every morning, head to the front convenient store for our morning french vanilla cappuccino. On our walk back to the campsite we always take a short stroll along the lake shore to admire the incandescent sun as it shines over the gleaming dark blue water. This has become a tradition that we do every morning together