High School. What is it? Is it about the sex, drugs, partying, and fun? Or is it about the learning and maturing and becoming what you will eventually be In the future. I for one, thinks it’s for both. The reason being is you will learn from of any experience you ever have. For example, you get absolutely obliterated at a party you were at last night. You throw up and almost need to get your stomach pumped. How do you learn from this? You definitely won’t drink as much the next night. This could save your life in the future from getting too drunk at a high school, to dying in college where the drinking is more intense. That’s exactly what happened to my friend last night.

School is boring, let’s be honest. The only thing most students look forward too is the weekend and what parties are going on. It’s a shame that this is the center of attention towards the youth these days but there’s nothing we can do to change it. This is where my TRUE high school story comes in.

It was a Friday morning. Normal, boring, and mediocre school day. Students dragging their feet in the hallway. There was a fire alarm during 4th period. I walked out squinting my eyes as the morning sun glared into them. I saw my friend Swan. creeping around by a tree and I confronted him. “What’s up guy” I enthusiastically said. “Hey, Dylguy. What’s up bro” Swan said. “Nothing man, what’s goin on tonight, yah hear anything?” I replied. Swan looked me in the eyes like he never has before in my life, “Dude, there’s a crazy party tonight at some kids house from Rutgers Prep” he said. This has probably been one of the only few big parties ive heard of all year, and I instantly knew it was going to be wild because it was one of a very few. Swan quickly walked away as soon as he saw his girl friend, almost as if she had a gravitational pull towards him. The fire drill shortly ended after that. Heading back to class a teacher stopped me, immediately I had a gut feeling that it had to do about my school work. “Dylan, we need to talk” Mrs. Gilligan said. “About what” is all I said. She rambled on and on about how I need to improve my grades and need to try harder. For some reason it got me mad how I have another person telling me what I need to do in order to live my life. I was always comfortable with my grades, even though I wasn’t a straight A student, I still got my **** done. I want to join the Marines straight outta high school, after all Marines does stand for Muscles Are Required Intelligence Not Essential, that always made me laugh.
The day went on like any other and then finally the 2:15 bell rang. It was time to peace out of there. Walking faster than usual throughout the school day, but that was because I wanted to get to my car to avoid the traffic. As I was driving home I saw something that I’ve never seen before, it was a black bear walking on the street. It was weird though, normally you would be scared of a black bear but since you are in a protective car, watching it is almost peaceful. Almost for a second I could have sworn the bear looked at me and we instantly understood each other, as if I looked at anybody else and went on my way.

The night was still young but time to start making plans. I hit up Swan and asked him if he wanted to meet up somewhere, he said “I wont meet you anywhere, ill agree to join you in a giving time in juncture, but I wont be meeting you anywhere… ah im a vegetarian, sometimes I let the lifestyle engulf me” “Don’t be weird swan” I stated. “Sorry dylguy, yeah lets meet up, come to my house, see you then”. We met up soon after, chilled and jammed on our guitars together. We always did this before we went out to have some fun, it kind of pumped us up for some reason. We got a call from another friend who told us to head over to this party, that’s when we left.
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We get there and are instantly greeted by a bunch of our friends, casually smoking cigarettes. From all the way when you are a toddler until you are in 8th grade, smoking is the worst thing you can probally think of, besides homework. Everyone hated it with a strong passion and brainwashed themselves that they would never take a drag. It’s ironic that as soon as you step your feet into high school as a freshman, all of you promises that you’ve made to yourself have been washed away. I for one joined the group and did light up a cigarette but that’s only because, smoking makes you cool.

The party went on and everyone started to seem more intoxicated every time I would walk downstairs. It had already been going on for about 2 hours, and then what came to my attention next occupied me for the rest of the night. I saw one of my old friends that I had known for life, laying on the ground and barley conscious. Instantly I ran over to him and kept him from passing out. I supplied him water
and kept his body slightly raised so he didn’t throw up on himself if he had to. Two other people came and picked him up to try and get him to the bathroom, right then I knew it was a bad idea for him to go down there.

After a long struggle he was placed near the toilet in the bathroom. In some sort of panick he tried to stand up real fast and he slipped. What came from there on was shocking. Tom slipped and hit his head on the toilet seat, instantly blood was pouring everywhere. As more and more people saw, more and more people left the scene and ran from the party because they knew this kid was probally going to the hospital and the cops were coming soon. That’s what separated me from everyone else. I did not panic, I stayed calm. Not only was I helping out a friend who could have died that night, but I was helping a human being who was in need of help. It showed me how much a lot of people are more worried about getting in trouble with the police from being at a party, then makin

sure someone who needs help gets the help they need. I never did get in trouble with the police, in fact they shook my hand and told me I was a good person. The EMT’s said that if I had not stayed with him and taken care of his wounds, he could have fallen into an injury/alcohol induced coma.

This whole TRUE story just shows you, that if you are reliant on others and follow the whole crowd, you might end up missing something that you wish you could turn back to. I for one, am glad I stayed at that party

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High School. What is it? Is it about the sex, drugs, partying, and fun? Or is it about the learning and maturing and becoming what you will eventually be In the future. I for one, thinks it’s for both. The reason being is you will learn from of any experience you ever have. For example, you get absolutely obliterated at a party you were at last night. You throw up and almost need to get your stomach pumped. How do you learn from this? You definitely won’t drink as much the next night. This could save your life in the future from getting too drunk at a high school, to dying in college where the drinking is more intense. That’s exactly what happened to my friend last night.

School is boring, let’s be honest. The only thing most students look forward too is the weekend and what parties are going on. It’s a shame that this is the center of attention towards the youth these days but there’s nothing we can do to change it. This is where my TRUE high school story comes in.

It was a Friday morning. Normal, boring, and mediocre school day. Students dragging their feet in the hallway. There was a fire alarm during 4th period. I walked out squinting my eyes as the morning sun glared into them. I saw my friend Swan. creeping around by a tree and I confronted him. “What’s up guy” I enthusiastically said. “Hey, Dylguy. What’s up bro” Swan said. “Nothing man, what’s goin on tonight, yah hear anything?” I replied. Swan looked me in the eyes like he never has before in my life, “Dude, there’s a crazy party tonight at some kids house from Rutgers Prep” he said. This has probably been one of the only few big parties ive heard of all year, and I instantly knew it was going to be wild because it was one of a very few. Swan quickly walked away as soon as he saw his girl friend, almost as if she had a gravitational pull towards him. The fire drill shortly ended after that. Heading back to class a teacher stopped me, immediately I had a gut feeling that it had to do about my school work. “Dylan, we need to talk” Mrs. Gilligan said. “About what” is all I said. She rambled on and on about how I need to improve my grades and need to try harder. For some reason it got me mad how I have another person telling me what I need to do in order to live my life. I was always comfortable with my grades, even though I wasn’t a straight A student, I still got my shit done. I want to join the Marines straight outta high school, after all Marines does stand for Muscles Are Required Intelligence Not Essential, that always made me laugh.
The day went on like any other and then finally the 2:15 bell rang. It was time to peace out of there. Walking faster than usual throughout the school day, but that was because I wanted to get to my car to avoid the traffic. As I was driving home I saw something that I’ve never seen before, it was a black bear walking on the street. It was weird though, normally you would be scared of a black bear but since you are in a protective car, watching it is almost peaceful. Almost for a second I could have sworn the bear looked at me and we instantly understood each other, as if I looked at anybody else and went on my way.

The night was still young but time to start making plans. I hit up Swan and asked him if he wanted to meet up somewhere, he said “I wont meet you anywhere, ill agree to join you in a giving time in juncture, but I wont be meeting you anywhere… ah im a vegetarian, sometimes I let the lifestyle engulf me” “Don’t be weird swan” I stated. “Sorry dylguy, yeah lets meet up, come to my house, see you then”. We met up soon after, chilled and jammed on our guitars together. We always did this before we went out to have some fun, it kind of pumped us up for some reason. We got a call from another friend who told us to head over to this party, that’s when we left.
We get there and are instantly greeted by a bunch of our friends, casually smoking cigarettes. From all the way when you are a toddler until you are in 8th grade, smoking is the worst thing you can probally think of, besides homework. Everyone hated it with a strong passion and brainwashed themselves that they would never take a drag. It’s ironic that as soon as you step your feet into high school as a freshman, all of you promises that you’ve made to yourself have been washed away. I for one joined the group and did light up a cigarette but that’s only because, smoking makes you cool.

The party went on and everyone started to seem more intoxicated every time I would walk downstairs. It had already been going on for about 2 hours, and then what came to my attention next occupied me for the rest of the night. I saw one of my old friends that I had known for life, laying on the ground and barley conscious. Instantly I ran over to him and kept him from passing out. I supplied him water

THE ASSIGNMENT WAS TO TYPE A 1,000 WORD ESSAY. IN THE ESSAY WE HAD TO HAVE EXAMPLES OF A PARADOX AND CONTRADICTORY’S, SUCH AS THE BLACK BEAR BEING PEACE FULL, AND SMOKING MAKES YOU COOL.
and kept his body slightly raised so he didn’t throw up on himself if he had to. Two other people came and picked him up to try and get him to the bathroom, right then I knew it was a bad idea for him to go down there.

After a long struggle he was placed near the toilet in the bathroom. In some sort of panick he tried to stand up real fast and he slipped. What came from there on was shocking. Tom slipped and hit his head on the toilet seat, instantly blood was pouring everywhere. As more and more people saw, more and more people left the scene and ran from the party because they knew this kid was probally going to the hospital and the cops were coming soon. That’s what separated me from everyone else. I did not panic, I stayed calm. Not only was I helping out a friend who could have died that night, but I was helping a human being who was in need of help. It showed me how much a lot of people are more worried about getting in trouble with the police from being at a party, then makin
sure someone who needs help gets the help they need. I never did get in trouble with the police, in fact they shook my hand and told me I was a good person. The EMT’s said that if I had not stayed with him and taken care of his wounds, he could have fallen into an injury/alcohol induced coma.

This whole TRUE story just shows you, that if you are reliant on others and follow the whole crowd, you might end up missing something that you wish you could turn back to. I for one, am glad I stayed at that party.

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I am an 18 year old student and i decided to start writing a book to hopefully get some extra money but i would quite like opinions before i carry on. The plot is that he wins the lottery and lives the high life for a couple of months until his wife is kidnapped. He ends up becoming so desperate to save the love of his life he will do anything to save her. Thanks for your time.

Gamble
Jamie stopped and tried to catch his breath as he looked backwards and forwards from the television to his ticket then to his wife. The world around him seemed to slow down as the final number was released from the machine. His stomach turned over and over as the final ball was revealed. He had hit the jackpot.

Jamie Sugden, pulled into the car park beneath the high rise of which his small 1 bedroom apartment was part off. He unclipped his seat-belt, sat back in his chair and took a deep breath. ‘A break’ he muttered under his breath, ‘give me a break.’ He climbed out of his old beaten up ford fiesta and slammed the door a little harder than he meant too, ’perhaps the gym is working after all’ he thought to himself as he turned and locked the car manually. With the thought of himself building up huge muscles in his head he smiled and walked over to the lift, the same journey he had taken day after day. The lift made strange noises that never filled Jamie with confidence as it came down and opened slowly in front of him. He clicked the illuminated number’23’ on the side as he entered the lift and was taken straight up to the floor where his one bedroom apartment was situated.

A tradition of Jamie’s as he got to the door of his flat was to take one more deep breath lifting his shoulders then slouching back to his normal standing position, he then reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his keys. He had to turn the key twice in the door to unlock it which meant his wife was at home. The door was only over double locked when his wife was home because she never trusted the security of the building. He pushed open the door to the sound of loud music and the smell of another homemade casserole on the stove. ‘Great’ he thought, ‘looks like I won’t be finding my break here tonight’.
Nekobus, thanks for your feedback but part of it doesn’t make sense to me at all. It is quite obvious that the story is skipping back in time i wouldn’t miss out such a massive chunk in the book. It’s not as if i would write the first paragraph and never go back to it again, that is the main plot of the book so i will get to that part as the book continues. You said that going back in time was not interesting but then said instead you were dying to find out about the characters. So the first paragraph has done what all good books do, it has made you want to read on! Sorry if i am being unreasonable but that’s just what i thought when i read the answer.

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Based on a very short singing exercise, I have been picked as an understudy for a character in an amateur production of a musical in my town. However, to keep this "job", I need to prove to the directors that I don’t only have a nice voice, I can sing too. And I know I can sing – my voice is a big, booming, rich dramatic soprano. But when I stand there all by myself in front of those people, my voice keeps it’s clarity and pitch, but shrivels up into this thin, weak mumble.

The thing is, I’ve given speeches and presentations in front of an audience without a lot of problems and to rave reviews. I’ve sung in choir before, I’ve sung with a singing instructor, I have sung for my family, I often sing by myself at home. But when I’m on stage trying to sing ALL alone, I freeze.

In the time going up to the audition, even the days before, my stomach churns and I have a bit of trouble breathing. When I get up there, my mouth dries up, my muscles get all rigid and my heart thumps hard in my chest, leaving me a bit breathless. I’m not afraid of those people. They’re amateurs, like me. I’m afraid of messing up and disappointing myself and not getting this opportunity for myself – and I want it really badly.

What I want is not to be so scared and just go there with the intention of having fun – which is pretty much why we’re all there in the first place. What should I do?

Should I try not thinking about rehearsal until right before I go there?

Should I pretend in my head that it’s just another speech I’ll pull off with my charm and argumentative skills?

Should I look at the script while I sing (I know the lyrics, so I don’t really need to, it’s more of a security thing), or deliberately look straight at the directors? Or maybe somewhere else in the room?

What are your thoughts?

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Ok, zombies will, eventually, become a real threat, and when that day comes we will all need to have an escape route. My plan is to arm myself in a light fashion in order to take the fastest and most secure route to a harbor, where I will find a boat. From there I will navigate my way to a remote island with enough wood and space for me too live for a while. I will also, of course, circle the island a couple of times and keep it under surveillance for a couple of days before "landing" there, in order to make sure it isn’t already inhabited by zombies. I will then make myself a home there, eating fish and whatever vegetables and plants that I find on the island. I will get water from rain and seawater that has been boiled and "cleaned" from salt.

After a year or so I figure that the zombies will have died from starvation, so then I will leave my haven on the island and return to the mainland. Before actually landing I will survey the shore in order too make sure that it doesn’t have any zombie infestation, and thus I will have survived the event. If the place still is infested I will just return to my island and come back later to check again.

Logically the zombies wouldn’t be able to swim or drive a boat. Perhaps they would be able to reach my island by walking on the seafloor, but I find this very unlikely as their lunges and stomach would fill up with water and eventually burst. Besides, why would they even try to get there, as they probably wouldn’t know that I was there?

It is my firm belief that an island really is the place to be during a sudden zombie infestation, because that is the one place they might not be able to reach. All other places is within their ability to get to, so if any place is safe then that would the island.

Besides the risk of starvation or death by thirst, and in some cases the risk of freezing to death, I really do not see any flaws in this plan once I reach the sea and find the secure island. But have I missed anything? And do you have a better suggestion?

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i knw my essay kinda suxx…i need yalls help…. plz list the corrections thanks…. best answer would be given 10 points.. THANKU!! =)

Eating food on time, especially breakfast and lunch is what I always neglect to do. My parents often holler at me for that reason and they keep on telling me “that’s why you are so skinny”. It’s true that I’m skinny because I don’t eat food at the proper time or I might not consume the right amount of food. Usually I don’t really get hungry when I skip breakfast and lunch. Although there was day, when I was starving to death, and who knew my hunger could lead to other problems.
Staring at the clock the whole time in my 7th period class, and waiting for the needle in the clock to strike 2:47, I was ready to go home and eat something. As usual, my stomach started growling really loud, and most of the class heard it. Embarrassed, I raised my hands and asked the teacher if I could go to the restroom. Hoping the vending machines would be open, I went downstairs to grab a snack, but unfortunately the vending machines wouldn’t let me buy a snack. Finally, the clock stroke 2:47.
Really hungry, I came back from school hoping there would be something to eat. I opened by kitchen closet door, and found nothing to eat, and then opened the freezer and saw an ice-cream packet, but it seemed lighter. Great! My sister took the last bar. Truly frustrated, I tried to cook some Ramen noodles, and left the pan on top of the stove and turned it on for it to get hot. The phone started ringing, and it was my mom making sure if I was home already, and that she would be late from work. I turned on the television in my office room and sat on the couch for a while, since there was nothing really exciting to do other than my homework. Flipping through the channels, I couldn’t find anything interesting, so I decided to get online for a while. Suddenly, the fire alarm started going off. I couldn’t believe that I forgot the whole thing about the pan that I set on top of the stove for it to get hot. I started running towards the kitchen, and I could see the reflection of the orange flames on the wall next to the kitchen. The next thing I knew was that my kitchen was on fire. I grabbed the pan really quick with my bare hand, and I could feel my hand scorching. I threw the pan in the sink, and turned back and saw the kitchen ventilation on fire. There I was, screaming and running around the house like a headless chicken.
I still remember the feeling of horror that dawned on me that, and couldn’t even remember me putting out the fire effectively. I knew that, a power surrounded me wholly, and I still believe that it wasn’t me who put out the fire, but it was my Lord. I still praise God, for saving me miraculously, and protecting my house from catching fire.

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i have a 5 year old who is in kidergarden the probblem is his is acting out he has pulled the fire alarm at school ,he has snuck out a plastic gun and took it to school now i get a call yesterday from his teacher that he hit a little girl in the stomach and he threw kethup on 2 kids and was cussing at a 5th grader then i get a call today that i need to come pick him because he is kicked out of school till monday for taking a knife to school i have never seen this knife when i asked him where he got it from he said he found it in school but im confussed i dont know what to do i tried everything there is to try to make him listen but he keeps getting worst i reall need help i love my son and im only trying to help him before he does somthing even worst i dont know who to turn to for help so im turning to you guys please help me and if you are going to say mean thing dont answer my son is not seeing anything at home he knows he is loved he see’s it everyday thank you
i threw all his fake guns away he isint aloud no more of them
he has been kicked off the bus 3 times for hitting kids
i dont allow him to watch tv with an atcion in it what so ever no fighting or anything he has an app.on thursday i dont want him put on pills though because i dont want him to be like a zombe

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I feel asleep with my pasta on the stove. It’s been a hour and my fire alarm woke me up. My entire house reeks. There’s so smoke all over and I’m afraid thet alarm is going to go off again. It’s so loud and it stays on for long. My dad’s comming home in around 2 hours. How can I get most smoke and the house smelling okay and what do I do with the pot, it’s black and horrible. Please please help. I have no windows excpet the patio and my two fans are doing the best they can. Ugh my stomach feels horrible.

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