...street. “ I couldn’t hold myself. ” thinking inside my head. “ please help im so lonely you are the closest thing to me beside a rat! ,please.” i cried. “There is only one condition little boy.”she said “what ma’am’’ promise me i didn’t waste my time for you so sugarboy be a great man. Five years later As the years past i got a job as a local pizza. Made 20$ per hour because i was the associate manager . as i was making my way downtown i got call from mama. “This is to the love one’s to of mrs jone.” soon as i heard that i drop to the floor a few minutes later i woke up i got back. home she she was de de dead on the bed i drop to my knees and cried out to lord...
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...I let it fall, my heart, And as it fell you rose to claim it It was dark and I was over Until you kissed my lips and you saved me My hands, they're strong But my knees were far too weak, To stand in your arms Without falling to your feet But there's a side to you That I never knew, never knew. All the things you'd say They were never true, never true, And the games you play You would always win, always win. [Chorus:] But I set fire to the rain, Watched it pour as I touched your face, Well, it burned while I cried 'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name! When I lay with you I could stay there Close my eyes Feel you here forever You and me together Nothing is better 'Cause there's a side to you That I never knew, never knew, All the things you'd say, They were never true, never true, And the games you play You would always win, always win. [Chorus:] But I set fire to the rain, Watched it pour as I touched your face, Well, it burned while I cried 'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name! I set fire to the rain And I threw us into the flames Where it felt something die 'Cause I knew that that was the last time, the last time! Sometimes I wake up by the door, That heart you caught must be waiting for you Even now when we're already over I can't help myself from looking for you. [Chorus:] I set fire to the rain, Watched it pour as I touched your face, Well, it burned while I cried 'Cause I heard...
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... Saying I LOVE YOU For the Last Time! Jakima Spencer British Literature Mr. Jenkins October 31, 2011 Jakima Spencer Mr. Jenkins British Literature October 30, 2011 Saying I LOVE YOU For the Last Time! Always wished I could say I love you for the last time. One of the best female role models I could ever ask for is Susie Mae Spear. My great grandmother always did for those before doing for herself. I could not ask for a better great grandmother. If I could meet and spend an evening with again, I would cry. My great grandmother passed away two weeks after my auntie passed away. The family did not know what to do so we just cried. My great grandmother was the backbone of the family. Whenever we were having problems, we went to great grandmother because we knew she had the solution to every little thing. When we meet again, there would not be a conversation, there will more so be crying and laughter. We would reminisce on the past. All the good and bad times we have had throughout life. I would inform her on how the family has changed over the past two years. Every since she passed away, everyone has been separating and slipping away. I would tell her how I wish she would have never died because then maybe I would have a reason to get along with my family and not be ready to move way. After we finish talking about the family, I would tell my great grandmother how much I love her for the last time. When she was sick, I did not want...
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...cheerleading regionals, and to make my anxiety even worse, it was my senior year. So, this was it, my last chance. I walked into the huge, bright, and shiny gym that reeked of sweat and hotdogs. I didn’t pay to much attention to the already quick growing crowd of parents, friends, teachers and other supporters. My eyes were stuck on the big, blue mats right in the middle of the shiny floors. It was all so real, the last four years of hard practice and conditioning all for this last chance. To achieve the dream I’ve had since age 10. I wanted to go to sates. I went to see my team who were all dressed in long sleeve orange and black uniforms with big bows on the top of their heads and shoes so white it hurts my eyes. Each one of my teammates couldn’t stop jumping around like little bunnies to try to keep their adrenaline at bay. They all were just as excited, but nervous as I was. For these next 3 minutes on the mat, we would become one for the last time, all of us moving together in perfect harmony. We walked into the hallway to wait for our turn; we all just watched each other move, not saying a word. It was finally our turn, everyone looked at me and all I can say is “This is it”. The next 3 minutes felt like 30, but when it was over I couldn’t help but cry. That was the last time, no more sweaty 3 hour practices every night and no more stinky gyms to compete in for 6 hours every Saturday. I would miss my team and never forget all of the lessons of, hard work, teamwork, and the powers...
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...purpose. 1 Contents Treasure Island ............................................................................ 1 Contents .................................................................................... 2 PART ONE ................................................................................... 3 The Old Buccaneer ....................................................................... 3 The Old Sea-dog at the Admiral Benbow ................................. 3 Black Dog Appears and Disappears.........................................10 The Black Spot .........................................................................18 The Sea-chest .......................................................................... 25 The Last of the Blind Man ...................................................... 32...
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...My Way by Paul Anka 1969; A Song Lyrics Analysis * Lyrics My Way by Paul Anka 1969 And now, the end is near; And so I face the final curtain. My friend, I'll say it clear, I'll state my case, of which I'm certain. I've lived a life that's full. I've traveled each and every highway; But more, much more than this, I did it my way. Regrets, I've had a few; But then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption. I planned each charted course; Each careful step along the byway, But more, much more than this, I did it my way. Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tall; And did it my way. I've loved, I've laughed and cried. I've had my fill; my share of losing. And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing. To think I did all that; And may I say - not in a shy way, "No, oh no not me, I did it my way". For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels; And not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows - And did it my way! * Theme The lyrics of "My Way" tell the story of a man who, having grown old, reflects on his life as death approaches. He is comfortable with his mortality and takes responsibility for how he dealt with all the challenges of life while...
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...The Boy Who Cried Wolf (Appropriation) I was lying there still on the grass, the flock of sheep grazing next to me. My eyelids battered against my urges, resisting the need to sleep. I got up with the wind ruffling through my hair. I called "Dolly" to the nearest sheep. She came over and leaned in lovingly while I stroked its ear. Suddenly there was a rustle behind me. I turned around anxiously. To my horror I was staring eye to eye with a wolf. Its piercing blue eyes caused me to freeze, its neck white as snow. With two leaps it had reached me and in one quick move it pinned me to the ground. I tried to call for help, but I could only manage a weak gasp. Its eyes were filled with malice and intent while a tear rolled down my cheek. As it scratched my face, I finally managed a sound. "WOLF" I bellowed at the top of my lungs. I heard the village stir and I think the wolf heard it too as I watched it slip away into the night. After about 30 seconds the first villager appeared with a pitchfork. "Where is the wolf, boy?", he asked. I replied, "It disappeared into those bushes". The villager gave me a menacing look and turned to the bushes. "There is nothing there" he exclaimed. "Y-Yes there was just a minute ago", I pleaded. "The last time there was a wolf here, was many years ago", the villager stated. He continued, "It took away a boy just like you. He would cry wolf just to see us villagers panic and try to help. However when we got there, there would be no one except the boy...
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...children we create memories that last a lifetime. Memories that we reflect back to as the “good times’. Never understand the meaning of life, let alone the memories and lessons that complements it. Lessons, of life and hardships, memories of love and neighborhood games of tag. Many memories that we hold near and dear to us everyday were once lessons that life taught us. Though not all memories we have are fun and full of laughter, some maybe even most are full of pain and despair. A few memories I reflect on often are, meeting my best friend in elementary school and losing a close friend of mines in middle. Also, being crowned Homecoming Queen and getting my first acceptance letter to college. All of these memories have aided me in my everyday life with a person that’s been placed in my life and lessons they’ve taught me. When I was five years old I began first grade at Henry W. Allen Elementary School. Now as a kid I was very outgoing and very friendly. I saw the world as this huge coloring book just waiting for me to add my own color to it. I saw the innocence in everyone. I was so naïve and so full of life that some things I just didn’t understand. One thing that I never understood was bullying because everyone to me were the same. I didn’t see color, ethnicity, physical disorder, or even gender, I just saw humans. While on the yard one recess I saw a group of kids that I associated myself with harassing this little girl that was in my class. I walked over to them and instantly...
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...observed his pitiable state. I say children, but that belies the range of their ages. The smallest were young children of only four or five while the oldest were full-grown teenagers of fifteen or sixteen. Their sole common denominator could be seen on their faces. Scorn. This group of children joyfully surrounded the burning youth, laughing with mirth. An unfeigned laughter that came from the heart. Innocent. Naive. Cruel. The cruelty of a child who cannot differentiate between right and wrong. Like children who pluck off the wings of a dragonfly just to watch it struggle, they enjoyed the youth’s predicament as he painfully struggled the same way. “Pathetic”, said a boy who seemed to be the eldest among all.”Are you one of us?”. “You are a disgrace to Agres bloodline”.He raised his right arm and on his hand a ball of flame was formed. Suddenly water was thrown on the boy. “Stop it. That’s enough”, the owner of this voice was a beautiful girl. She stood in front of the boy protecting him with her body.“How dare you pick on someone who is weak?”.The boy had lost his conscious. “Are you alright? “asked the girl who was applying bandages to the boy. “Ouch...” the boy cried in agony, but deep inside he was happy that he was saved. “Ummm. My n. nn….name is Aron Agres”, he murmured. The girl laughed at the sight of Aron blushing hard. “Asuna”, that’s my name. “What is this place?” Aron asked. “It’s an orphanage where I stay. My parents died in an accident...
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...literature, in English, to free and easy access of those wishing to make use of them. Cover Design: Jim Manis; sketch of Dumas in 1869, French artist Copyright © 2000 The Pennsylvania State University The Pennsylvania State University is an equal opportunity university. Alexandre Dumas The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas [Pere] AUTHOR’S PREFACE IN WHICH IT IS PROVED that, notwithstanding their names’ ending in os and is, the heroes of the story which we are about to have the honor to relate to our readers have nothing mythological about them. A short time ago, while making researches in the Royal Library for my History of Louis XIV, I stumbled by chance upon the Memoirs of M. D’Artagnan, printed—as were most of the works of that period, in which authors could not tell the truth without the risk of a residence, more or less long, in the Bastille—at Amsterdam, by Pierre Rouge. The title 3 attracted me; I took them home with me, with the...
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...o’clock, I was trying to sleep, and the marching drums kept getting louder and louder as they got nearer to our apartment. Finally, they stopped nearby at a Hindu shrine. There is so much darkness here with the people in their idol worship. They really need to see the light and be set free. All my life until the time I went to Vanuatu last year, my first full-time missionary work, I was tunnel-visioned and focused on just getting to the mission field. I was like a bull behind a gate, trying to get out! I kept crying out for years, “God, send me now!” As a matter of fact, the year before God opened the door for me to go to the mission field full-time, the desire to go was so strong, it was like a burning fire in me, and I cried, “Lord, take it away or send...
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... Do you ever feel like, leavin this world? Uhh - do you ever feel like, you ball by yourself? Do you ever feel unnecessary? Uh-huh [Heavy D: singing] Don't call me crazy but sometimes I feel like gettin up and dancin in the middle of the night I need a way to release myself from all the pain and the pressures in life (one time) Considered drinkin, but then I started thinkin I'd probably drown away my life Gotta do somethin, too many people frontin You see I need a way to get by [Chorus: x2] That's why I get hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh from dancin in the middle of the night Dancin in the moonlight [Heavy D: singing] Last night I'm cruisin the Meadows, better known as the ghetto Seen a shorty named Black At 13 he's deep in the drug scene And there probably ain't no turnin back He said dat, momma was smokin, he tired of bein broke and poppa locked up and ain't comin back I almost cried when he looked in my eyes and he said he didn't care if he died [Chorus] [Heavy D: singing] I've been dreamin for years, cried a river of tears I can't take it no more I seen the bible dying And I don't wanan cry no more (just ain't right) Too many people pushin too many people Hate is just a sequel, cause still nobody's equal And I find myself lying Cause I don't wanna cry no more [Chorus] [Heavy D: singing] Dancin in the moonlight Said dancin in the moonlight [x7] [Chorus] [Heavy D: singing] Dancin in the moonlight Said dancin in...
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...A Detailed Lesson Plan in English (First Year—Secondary) I. Objectives At the end of the lesson, the students will be able to: * Identify statements that show cause and effect relationship * Read a poem correctly and clearly with expressions * Appreciate reading poems * Decode words with “augh” (o) sounds II. Subject Matter Cause and Effect Relationship Materials: Visual Aids, Charts, Flash Cards, Pictures, Name Tags Reference/s: Fun in English Reading Textbook pages 94-101 Values: Develop a genuine love for reading, love for family III. Procedure A. Learning Activities Teacher’s Activity “Good Morning Class...” “Let us pray first...” (Checking of Attendance) ...say present... “Please pick up the pieces of paper under your chair” “So how was your weekend?” “That’s good! Have you enjoyed your weekend bonding with your family?” “That’s good to know. For this morning, our discussion will be in relation to a family. Are you familiar with Barney’s I Love You Song?” “Okay that’s good, so are you ready to sing and have fun today? “Let us sing Barney’s I Love You Song.”(Students Sing)“I love you, you love me and we’re a happy family,With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you,Hope you say you love me too.” “Okay now class, What can you say about the song? Does it tell us something important that we have already forgotten to do nowadays?” “How could you say so Joseph...
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...Boundaries When I was little, my father left us --- me and my mom. I met him after 16 years then. That’s when he starts supporting me, financially. My Mom and Dad were civil with each other. They only talk when it has something to do with me. My Dad, he always gave me what I want. Yes, it’s want. Not need. My Mom, sometimes she fails me to give me what I want but surely, she never failed to give me what I need. My Mom, I really love her. We used to bond together, like going to the mall after we attended the Sunday mass and even picnics. When my birthday came, I really wished for something I never had, gadgets maybe. So, when my Mom gave me her gift, I was surprised because she handed me an iPad Mini. So I hugged her and kissed her a lot. After that, everything was just ‘used to be’. When we’re at home or somewhere else, she’s trying to have a quality time with me but I’m not minding her because her because I was busy reading Watt pad using the iPad that she gave me. I always have my phone and iPad with me as if I can’t live without them. Time just passed by like that, my Mom taking care of me while I was little busy on my study and spent more time with my gadgets and social media instead of spending it with my her. One day, I noticed that she’s taking some medicine, that I know she doesn’t do before. I asked her one time, she just smiled at me so I think she’s just doing fine. After that, I went back to my normal routines. But as time goes by, she looks a little paler. But I just shrugged...
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