It was June 7th, the last day of 6th grade. Just like every other morning while I was in middle school I woke up to my alarm at 6:15 and clicked the snooze button until it was just about at seven in the morning .Always pushing myself to rush my morning. This morning instead of riding the bus like I usually did, I had convinced my father to drive me to school to drop me off along with my bike. A group of four friends and I planned on biking after school to my friend Joe’s house to stay the night,
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Erick D. Norviel My Evil Knievel Stunt Unit 3, Assignment1 October, 11 2013 “Just because you think you can does not mean you should”. Those words spoken so many times by my Mom still echo in my mind. That summer day in 1978 in Cheyenne Wyoming was a hot day, blue skies overhead and the typical Wyoming wind was down to a soft breeze that helped cool us kids as we rode our bikes, played in the dirt and entertained ourselves using our creative ideas to come up with
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“The city that never sleeps” Kida Delacruz Composition 1 04/22/13 New York City the city that never sleep. It is known for its malls, lights, and crowded streets. To me it is much more than that, its where I was born, first went to school, and went to my first baseball with my dad. As we were pulling up to Yankee Stadium for the first time I remember the smell of peanuts and ho dogs. The entrance was flooded with people. After what seemed an eternity we finally got in the stadium. The
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During the summer of ’72 I was to personally experience a moment of emotional duality that merged happiness and horror within a thirty second timeframe. The hazy images in my mind of the accident are still with me after forty-one years. I hope they are still true. The brain has a way of blurring the grainy pictures of memory in order to soften moments of mind numbing intensity. The altered memories of four decades ago are still providing the grist of repeated nightmares. My brothers and
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Transforming into an Adult What is an adult? In my opinion being an adult is not just getting old enough to reach the legal age. Turning 18 doesn’t necessarily mean that you are already an adult, yes you are legally considered an adult, but according to science, an adult is any organism old enough and has reached sexual maturity and be able to produce offspring,. These two definitions are what people call the “social adults” and the “biological adult”. In my own experience, the first time that
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The Stranger in the Picture is me. This photo was taken 2 hours before my aunts wedding in 2001. It was one of the happiest days of my life because I got to be the ring bearer at an event that normally only happens once in a life time. I was 4 years old and at the wedding that took place on a boat in Toronto Harbour, there wasn’t anything at the wedding to not be joyous about. Family members cheering and sharing in laughs all around me. The days that followed the wedding weren’t special or
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Why is it necessary to use rom for the bios and not rom? It is necessary to use ROM for the bios because the data in the RAM is cleared when the computer shuts down, but the data in the ROM is always there for the bios to use. Bios is typically placed in a ROM chip that comes with the computer. This ensures that the bios will not be damaged by disk failures. It also makes it possible for a computer to reboot itself. Read-only memory is computer memory on which data has prerecorded. Once data has
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Danielle Bristol Unit 2, Assignment 3 My Relationship with My Parents I left my parent’s home when I was 18. I have been back a few short times always with disastrous results so I guess this is where selective memory comes into play because I decided at age 35 to relocate to St. Louis from Rochester, NY which is where I grew up, to live with my parents. This decision had a profound impact on my relationship with parents and since then it’s never been the same. And it wasn’t in a good
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10 June 2014 A Thursday Afternoon What is a life worth? How much is a life? One in seven billion people? Statistically one life represents nothing. It is only one seven-billionth of the world’s population. It sounds harsh but it is a fact. But what if that life belongs to you? It becomes the most important thing in this world, or at least it should. We all take our lives for granted, but who is to say when it will end. Maybe tomorrow or in 50 years. No one knows. It was two weeks before school
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I will never forget the event that introduced me to anxiety. I trusted her with my life. Even though I only knew of her, we were never properly introduced –until she started working at the office I worked at. We knew a lot of the same people, so it always came easy to strike up a conversation. Eventually, we learned a lot about one another. After the first week we became fairly acquainted. We started to hang out outside of work. Her name is Rachel. Rachel was married with a pending divorce; the
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