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Morgan Feldscher & Robert Broadwater PWA
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First Page of "A Walk in the Woods " Rewritten
I later learned that it wasn't just any trail. This was the Appalachian Trail, the prized 2,100 mile path that crossed 14 states on the east coast. It was surely a sight to see; as you walked its length, you were sure to discover rolling hills and lush forests. With names like the Catskills, White Mountain and Smokies, these mountains drew even the most unexperienced hiker to their summits.
As I read the plaque marking its beginning, I realized how lucky I was to have simply stumbled upon such a treasure in this quiet town.
The Commodity Credit Corporation (CCC)
The Friday Afternoon Show with Justin Pullins premieres March 11!
Civilian Conservation Corps
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Civilian Conservation Corps - Biello/Mapp
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Nathan Kamal and Brooke Thompson. FDIC Prezi.
Valentine's Day
Tonight, Eric and I are going to the movies. We have absolutely no idea what movie to see, but we have been planning on doing something for the holiday. I kind of want to see "The Rite" directed by Mikael Håfström. It's an Anthony Hopkins movie, so it will definitely be creepy enough for me. I just saw two other Anthony Hopkins' movies, "The Silence of the Lambs" and "Hannibal". Eric and I both enjoyed them very much so I hope that "The Rite" will be equally as good.
Today should be amazing!
Homework: Rewrite First Page
New Orleans
August 1953
Two Italians walked into the Bayou, a nightclub in the French Quarter, like instant death, giving people menacing stares shooting bullets into the eyes who dared to meet their glare. Both men were dressed in gangster attire consisting of expensive dark suits, dark ties, dark shoes, and tilted fedoras. As they made their way through the crowded club of Negros who, just moments ago, danced lively to the Jazz band, a passageway was immediately cleared for no one had the temerity to stand in their way. Their names were Chicago Sam and Vincenzo Milano.
Sam was a rumored Mob Boss and had a seat on the Syndicates's Commission, the board of directors of Gangsterdom. He held the power of life or death, god to all of those who feared his unpredictable and merciless wrath.
Wow.
I just realized, I didn't post a story all weekend. AWESOME. This is definitely not as easy as I expected, and I don't think that it is fair that we have to post on the weekend, not everyone gets the time to do so..
I'm so tired of school, it's unbelievable. I cannot wait to graduate and move on. Offically 120 days until I graduate.
BYE SLA.
BYE.
No more worrying about storytelling on Saturdays and Sundays, no more doing pre-calculus in my head everytime I see a math problem, no more listening to annoying girls scream in the middle of the hallway, although I do that sometimes....
OH WELL.
I went snowboarding at Bear Creek this weekend. Look.
Q3 BENCHMARK
Rewrite first page of story:Hannibal
In three vehicles their were 3 strike forces, armed and waiting for Clarice Staring as she sped around the corner in her Mustang. Along with the three vehicles , was a battered undercover van and a car of two SWAT teams behind it. The undercover van was disguised as Marcell's Crab House truck. Starling opened the door of her mustang and snatched the equipment bag out of her trunk before heading to the Undercover Van. Her small fatigue complimented her fast paced walk. When she arrived at the van a DC officer dressed in uniform was wait in the van. "Women are always late." he said.
End of the season.
Pardon Me, I Must Be Going.
He will love me when others cower at my feet, afraid and broken. Mumbling of days long since past, begging for my mercy. He will stand unflinchingly by my side. He loves me in what some might call an "inescapable fashion". I quite like the sound of that. Inescapable. I suppose such devotion is upsetting for his house harpy, or "wife" as some know her. What a retched thing she is. Crying all the time about love lost and my cruelty as though I am to blame for his feelings. This is fate! The cosmos! Destiny! She was but a pit stop on his way to me and she has overstayed her welcome! I wish he would dispose of her. Perhaps I will make him do that tomorrow, proof of his undying love. Oh that is a grand idea! A perfect Valentine's Day gift.
He is mine, mine, mine… goodness, look at the time! Pardon me, I must be going. It has been lovely chatting with you."
They Always Ruin Things
11:19 PM
James: how do black people mess up everything
11:23 PM
Me: ard so me malcolm and my friend bernard were skateboarding at acme up around germantown
then people in a car started driving down the block blowing a blow horn.
my friend was like wassup,( like a party wassup)
the people stopped the car and some tall big black bul got out and ask if there was a problem. we just stood there and he started running after us. He came like close to us and ask if there's a problem. We just stood there looking at him and each other confuse like.
Then the black dude ran back to the car saying "go get the rachet", so we started to walk towards acme. I got a little nervous.
Some guy we saw earlier that worked there asked if there was a problem and we told him what happen and he told us to go inside.
The guys in the car started to pull in the parking lot while we were in acme.
We were just strolling around in there until the heat died.
The guy that worked at acme asked if we knew them.
We were said "naw".
We told him we weren't starting anything.
He walked us to the cars and my friends and I just sat in the cars until we thought of the next move.
A couple of minutes a random car that look similar drove into the parking lot but there was only one person visible in it.
He was on his cell.
He drove by our car and stopped near it for a couple of seconds, then he circled the street pole and stayed there for a couple more seconds, then he just drove off, so my friends and I decided to go somewhere else so we went to the C.W. Henry School parking lot to think.
We decided to end the night out and we went home.
Black people mess everything up.
James: dag.
thats really drawlin
Me:i kno
James: well im just glad ur ok
Me:yea, but I don't think it was about anything because the guy would have hit us if it was serious.
Last Friday Night
It took about 15 minutes to get to 69th street. As I walked up the steps I could feel my heart flip-flopping. I got closer and closer to out meeting spot, scanned the area but I didn't see him. My mood quickly changed from happy to annoyed. I sat down and texted him. I asked where he was he said he was on his way. I said alright and listened to my ipod. Periodically I looked up to make sure he knew where I was sitting, but each time I looked he wasn't there which made me get even more annoyed. Finally he came and some how all of my feelings of annoyance melted away when I saw his smile. There was no way I could be mad after seeing that.
We made our way back to the el and we were on our way to Dave and Busters. The el ride wasn't that long. We got off at Spring Garden station and walked to 325 N Columbus Blvd. When we arrived I could not hide the huge smile that was on my face. It was so big he could see it from behind me. He told me he was excited and my face told him the same thing. We walked to the back where the games where and we looked for a table to sit down that. We searched for about eight minuted before we found a table near the bar. Surprisingly they did not ask to see my I.D. (which made me feel good because they thought I was old enough). As we waited for our waiter we talked about all the games we would play and who would win which game.
Our waitress came and she look so tired and annoyed by the amount of people there that night. I could tell she couldn't wait until closing time, but she had a long way to go. She took our order and said she would be back with our drinks. So we waited and as we waited we just observed everyone in the room and made little jokes about certain people we saw. The waitress came back with our drinks and left without a word. I was so hungry I could hear my stomach growling over the sound of games and laughter. A few minutes later she came with out food and we shoved it down so we could hurry and play games.
After eating we began gaming. We played so many games and was having so much fun we lost track of time. We had to hurry and get rid of all of our points on our card. So we decided that anything we didn't play, we would play. We took out tickets to the back where the prizes where. I knew from the looks of the tickets we weren't going to be able to get much. He wanted to get me something, but I suggested he should get something for his nephew, and he did. Before we left and brought me a rose. He told me this was one of the best nights ever and he was glad he spent it with me. I could feel my cheeks turning red. He smiled and we headed home.
And every time I look at this rose I am reminded of last friday night.