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... the hunter was found. Another body had been found in the swamp. This time the body was a male whom had a business suit on. The police came back and investigated this death. After about a week they concluded again that it was a broken neck that had killed the victim. There were no signs of a struggle so the investigators said that it was some type of freak accident. They also told the Hemps to stay out of the swamp. The Hemps never went back into the swamp again, but one night they were awakened by a loud pounding noise on the front door. When Mr. Hemp got up to see what it was, all he saw was something large running into the swamp. He then made sure that all the doors were locke ...

... in the river and to take home some of its water. The Ganges River is so important to the Indians that they call it "Ganga Mata" or Mother Ganges. It is also the greatest waterway in India and one of the largest in the world. Temples line the riverbank, and stairways, called ghats, lead down to the water. I am enclosing one of the pictures I took of the Ganges River. The river is an important trade place. Its valley is fertile and densely populated. Some of India's largest cities like Calcutta, Howrah, Patna, Benares, Allahabad, and Cawnpore are located on the river. India's capital, New Delhi, is on one of its tributaries, the Jumna. The Ganges River however, isn't as important commer ...

... even more pressing than the first. Lunch Prices have been growing drastically and with no reason at all, this could mean the school is pressed for money so you look for the simple solution and make us, the consumers, pay more. I have heard that this large amount of extra money is going towards better quality food; get real folks how can you improve the quality of fries and pizza? And what can the students do about this? Packing a lunch could solve some problems but this is a major inconvenience to most. With today's busy life style people just don't have the time to pack lunches. Instead we students are forced to deal with over crowded lunch rooms and incredibly unfair prices. Mr. Joh ...

... in me, is the various authors, poets, songwriters, and other dignitarys who I valued as authority. Any sort of publication that celebrates the individual captures my attention and can range from the books and essays of Henry David Thoreau to the rebelious content in the music of Rage Against the Machine. Since I read Walden, Thoreau has branded his interpretation of a famous saying into my brain: "If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music he hears, however measured or far away." A poster on the wall of my bedroom illistrates a beatnik walking in the opposite direction of a crowd of suited ...

... continued to get me into trouble. My windows would be open in the summer, we didn't have air conditioning, and it was very windy. My door would slam in the night. The rest of the family would not get any sleep. So, my mom came in to close the windows a little and she would kick over my blocks and cars. In the morning, I woke up ot see how muck damage was done. My blocks were skattered, and some times my little plastic micro machine cars would me broken. If you know about to toy cars, once the axle is bent from being stepped on, or being turned, the wheels don't turn. But not my green pick up truck. It was made of metal and had very strong axles. I would make roads wit ...

... the right size to fit us all in. The house was built with wood that’s nails that were hung lose but strong enough to hold on for another winter or so. The ceilings were cracked and wet from the rain during winter, which then leaked through into our house. My siblings and I shared a room together. Rebecca slept beside me, and Zareh slept on a separate bed. My parents slept on a king size bed, which they were thankful for. It provided them rest and relaxation after a long day of work. There was no water system, no sewers or electricity, no central heating or any of the comforts of technology which the Western world takes for granted. Early every morning mother would wake up at sunrise ...

... as a cook and was soon running the kitchen for the day shift. Our menu mainly consisted of home cooked favorites such as boiled pot roast with new potatoes and honey glazed carrots, meat loaf with a spicy tomato sauce, and my personal favorite chicken fried steak. Our chicken fried steak was a half-pound monster that was double breaded, deep-fried and served with a white gravy made from bacon grease, French fries and Texas toast. It wasn’t very good for the heart but sure made your mouth and stomach happy. Our clientele was an eclectic mix of business people, police officers, construction workers and college students. We had an odd group of about five regulars who would gather at Kelly’s ...

... city. I can see the scene and I can move on. My eyes go back to the girl in front of me. I can't stray too long, I'll be caught surveying my surroundings and accused of not paying attention. I bring my focus back to her eyes and then her mouth. A close up of her lips would be a good shot. Forming each word, detailed curves and slopes. I've captured the shot. I've been told before that I see the world through the eye of a viewfinder. I actually like that view. As a filmmaker I am constantly alert and searching for the perfect lighting, the perfect angles, and shots. I think that makes me a person with a mind equipped to see beauty and art in otherwise menial things. Like a painter with ...

... Eventually he'd go back inside after he realized he couldn't find us, even though we were crouching behind the nearby pines at the edge of his yard. Still waiting at least ten more minutes (to see if the old crab would emerge from his door) Ryan and I would plan our escape route. A quick sprint down the road would bring us to our destination: the backyard tree fort. It was a plan. A decent plan. The tree house was where we spent most of our time. It served as our very own private room and office. There we'd plan "attacks," brush up on our carpentry skills, and spend hours on end perfecting each and every GI Joe base we had. Like any ordinary club or conspiracy group, our tree fort ...

... I was only fifteen and the workplace just wasn't ready for me. So I thumbed through the course book, singing a chorus of no's until I arrived on the Debate and Public Speaking page. There resided a large photograph of a boy confidently standing behind an ornate podium, clearly frozen in the middle of some captivating and influential argument. I read the passage describing the course and was immediately sold. How could a stuffy math class or a trivial course in art compare to “a course that teaches students the skills and techniques of competitive debate, culminating in a week long tournament?” So I filled out the forms and mailed them and before I knew It I was sitting in a lectur ...