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Drowning

March 6th, 2008 by · 1 Comment · Uncategorized

drowning.doc

love

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what-are-things-that-make-a-relationship-work.doc

inter-racial

February 11th, 2008 by · 1 Comment · Uncategorized

when-i-watch-old-movies-i-always-notice-that-the-lovers-in-the-movie-are-usually-the-same-race.doc

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describe-the-kind-of-person-you-find-most-attractive.doc

Darcy

January 22nd, 2008 by · No Comments · Uncategorized

Darcy

Disappointed

January 12th, 2008 by · No Comments · Uncategorized

Disappointment

Identity

November 16th, 2007 by · No Comments · Uncategorized

My Identity

November 14th, 2007 by · No Comments · Uncategorized

Book 5: The Last Time

Dern Good Manners

November 11th, 2007 by · No Comments · Uncategorized

You can’t go anywhere without a hostest gift. It’s unheard of not to take a candle or wine. You have to get everything for you guest; towels, food and drinks, even though they are fully capable of getting it themselves. Please, thank you and may I are a must when around your elders, you wouldn’t want them to think you are impolite. Keep your elbows off the table while eating; it’s rude to keep them on. Put your napkin in your lap and actually use it, no wiping your mouth with your hand. Unless its finger food, use your fork. Don’t ever slurp your soup; it’s disgusting. Wash your hands before touching anything in the refrigerator. Always ask your guest if they want anything to drink as soon as they walk in the door. Saying like too many times makes you sound like a valley girl, never do it. Most importantly, having fun is a must.

The Tree

November 9th, 2007 by · No Comments · Uncategorized

The big tree spreads its 4 strong arms out to make perfectly curved seats, perfect for kids to sit in. We spent every lunch time sitting in the tree gossiping, laughing and thinking about the future. We always sat in pairs on the wide branches and leaned our backs into the curves of the tree. Each person had a branch that fit their back perfectly. The hard wood somehow made the perfect bed. It was our favorite place. It was on the black top, away from the chaos of kids playing intense games of basketball and handball and girls playing hopscotch and the boys fighting over the rules in baseball. It was behind the music cottage at the end of the yard. It was where the teachers never looked for us, where they wouldn’t bother us or yell at us. We could say anything and there was no one there to judge us. We would sit there all through lunch, until the 2 piercing whistles were blown and we would have to return to class.