Ontario. The first trip to Minaki happened
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Sylvester Kilo Section B 01/25/12 Critique Assignment A Streetcar Named Desire The first thing that we all notice while watching the movie is the “black and white” color used in filming it. The director Elia Kazan tries to portray the way movies from back in the day were since they didn’t have the color cameras. I acknowledge that the director chose the right actors to play the different personalities involved in Tennessee Williams’ book. The only bad part according to me is that there was
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Autobiography My first day of school‚ I was the happiest kid on planet earth first of all‚ because I was no longer staying at home‚ I was wearing a uniform and I had my first “Jansport” backpack. I remember it was black with many zippers. I also remember when I was bored at home I always opened my notebooks to see all the great work I’d done. First grade wasn’t my favorite class because I didn’t knew anyone. So in second grade‚ I met a cute Palestinian-like kid called Amit who from that day he
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My First Trip to Korea This was my first time flying. I can remember getting on the plane scared and excited all at the same time. The plane was filled with so many people that looked like my mother all in the same place at the same time. They all had pale smooth skin‚ very slanted eyes‚ and coal black hair some long and some short. We had now begun our journey to my mother’s home in South Korea. The flight was extremely long‚ especially to me. I was only five years old. This felt like a dream
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contraption‚ I shivered as though ice had replaced my spine. The cold air that blew into my face engulfed my entire body. The multiple layers of clothing could not protect me against the swish of frosty air. The walkway leading up to the helipad was newly paved; I could still feel the soles of my shoes sink into the cement just a little as I walked up the path. It’s ironic how my heart did the exact same thing. It now felt like it was forcibly pressing against my lungs as I struggled to breathe; asphyxiated
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Ten years ago‚ my favorite pastime‚ and still to this day‚ is to run and compete in track and cross country. Back when my grade school had recess‚my classmates and i would compete by running from one side of the field to the other mainly to see who happened to be the fastest of the classes but also to show the coaches what we were capable of doing so in a near future they could assign us a spot in the elementary track team. This is where my passion for running ignited. The adrenaline that rushed
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food and more‚ because not only was it my first Christmas in America‚ but it would also be my first
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on my break from school. My grandmother had called my father and asked if my brother and I would be interested in going snow tubing at Hunter Mountain‚ and I was so excited that I nearly peed my pants. The plans had been arranged and set for the following morning‚ so we went directly to bed with smiles on our faces. The next morning when we all awoke‚ we ate breakfast immediately. I demolished my plate of blueberry pancakes with syrup because I was so anxious to get onto the hills. My grandmother
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Home Inspirational essay on friends and friendship. Ang Kwento ng Isang FA Submitted by joenard on February 20‚ 2010 -2:15pm. Filipino | Fiction | Inspirational essay on friends and friendship. Body: Ang Kwento ng Isang (FA _FAILURE ANALYST‚ negosyante‚ estudyante o nanganagrap ) By request 022010 Author: Joenard Opalsa Author’s Bio/Notes: "Minsan nasabi ko malalathala din mga sinusulat ko‚ hindi lamang puso ko ang makakarinig at utak ko ang masasaling kundi kapwa ko manunulat na
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On April 27th2003 my wife (Sara) and I spent our first Anniversary on the Santa Monica Pier in California. There was a carnival going on with a giant Ferris wheel. Tables and booths lined the pier. The aroma of cotton candy and popcorn mixed with the saltiness of the ocean air. As we walked my wife became fascinated by a man painting. He was painting on mirrors‚ just not with brushes or cans. He was using his finger nails. As the man painted her eyes lit up and a smile widened on her face she did
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