besides in my husband’s arms, is Harrogate, Tennessee. The rolling hills, clean crisp air, and spaciousness all surpass the city life. The memories and joy I experience when I am there will always have a special place in my heart. My house resided in the country. A cow field was my backyard, and I would play hide and seek with my friends behind the hay bales. From the moment we got home and put our Bratz Doll backpacks down until the moment the pinkish, yellow sun was setting, my friends
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put it in my coffee.” Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why you have this hobby? He replied: “when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who
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Journal 1 Maggie Liu ENGL107901 Lynne Anderson My hometown is a country of a long history. Five thousand years of growth has turned Chinese culture into a broad and profound museum that concludes countless poets, plays and other spiritual inheritance. Chinese born and Chinese bred, I’m deeply immersed in my hometown’s cultural background and that I’m proud of all the literature works that my ancestors have left for us. When I was a little kid, I was required to recite those real famous
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Both of us have a strong needing feeling to save animals. Seeing a starving animal, a stray, or an abused animal just breaks my heart, as it does hers as well. Lambert and I both get such a great sense of pride when we help an animal. We both have been known to pick up a stray or an injured animal on the side of the road bring it home, and loved it. Also, we adopt animals from
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ETHC 232 Week 6 You Decide “Wooden” Since being continuously employed at the “Wooden” factory for more than ten years, I am facing a truly difficult ethical decision: Am I going to blow the whistle or simply just mind my own business? You see, one of my co-workers, Karen Parse, has witnessed sparks in the area by her work station and is deeply concerned about the possibility of fire or even worse, explosion. At the factory we shave and shape up to one-thousand logs daily. It is because of what
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protagonist “I” as he found that “I” was glad to hear his past and grabbed valuable things out of his experience. If “I” were not the person who was interested at all, sensei definitely did not share his pervious life. When saying that “wrench open my heart pour its blood over you”, sensei was ready to die and told his story to “I”. Sensei hoped that after reading his letter “I” was capable of “learning real lessons from life” (p124). The novel mentioned that sensei had a tragic life. The notion of
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Ironically, I chose to interview my father in our car returning from a holiday visit to his hometown in south Louisiana. The question and answer session led to my dad boasting with pride about his life as an authentic Louisiana “Cajun.” His responses, therefore, sparked my curiosity and I decided to research how French Acadian migration to southern Louisiana influenced the modern day “Cajun” culture that was such a huge part of his upbringing. As a result of cultural diffusion from approximately
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I had not heard of AP style until I was 18 years old. My high school had cut its newspaper one year before I could join, and my weekly hometown paper still refers to the football team as “leatherheads.” But my grandma, a former English teacher, made me diagram sentences or play Scrabble when I was bored, and grammar was my strong suit as I grew up. Through college, my skills that would benefit a news organization have diversified. I copy edit and report for the university paper, participate in leadership
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My seemingly normal life had come to a standstill. “We’re sorry Parker, but we have no other choice. We’ve thought it over and this is our decision”. These are the words my parents spoke to me as they informed me that our family would be moving from the small town of Fenton, Iowa to another small town called Whittemore, Iowa. This news came as an immense shock to my previously childish six-year-old mind. My brain swirled with all of the possibilities of what could happen to my previously mundane
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rifles and equipment and fell into line. I was thirteen years old and was ordered to carry the flag of our country. As we joined our battalion, we were told that our company would be head of the battalion. Our company was at the center of the line with my flag being the head of the entire battalion. I was about fifteen yards in front of about 400 men and I was the center point for leading our battalion. I was thirteen years old leading an army into battle. More people should go through the experience
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