.... freshmen year, a teacher encouraged me to participate in a national project to make a difference in the world. This was a project where I could help use my skills to help others. This project was not only about helping those less fortunate than myself. This was a project that would help build my confidence, and help realize what a joy it is to me to help those who are in need. Because of my exposure to this and other community service projects, I know that I want to keep assisting those who need help. I want to keep climbing up this ladder. I want to keep assessing my skills to .....

.... patients, values, and morals. These things assist me in leading a more fulfilling lifestyle, as well as making other people's lives better. I also believe in Christianity because I feel that everyone continues their existence beyond this worldly life. I believe that there is a Heaven and a Hell, and everyone will go to one of the two when they die. I believe that if you choose to accept God as your savior then you will live a life of eternal happiness in Heaven. But if you choose to live a life of worldly sin and corruption, then you will spend eternity in burning .....

.... understand what was going on with my father’s health. I saw my father go from a well-built six foot two inch construction worker to a skinny very sick man. My mother pulled me aside one day about a week after we all found out he was terminally ill and explained to me what was going to happen. The next day I went to go see him at the hospital. The minute I saw him I started to cry he grabbed my hand and told me “stop crying it’s not that bad “ The family tried to convince him to get the treatment he needed to stay alive a while longer but he refused. He passed away a m .....

.... and things we might see in that color. The student's desks were arranged in two rows, pushed together and facing each other. There were about twelve seats in each group, so there were about 24 students in the class. Apparently, the class had just been returning from a trip to the school library when the fire drill went off, so when they came in they were still carrying their library books. The students were asked to take their seats and they did so quietly. Everyone's eyes were on Carrie and me. Mrs. Debolt asked us to introduce ourselves, which we did. She told .....

.... winding halfway up his legs. This dance depicted a story of a hunter and his prey. It was narrated by a woman who was also in costume. Brightly dressed Mexican men were beating drums and banging sticks providing the sound effects for the story. This was truly a great beginning to a wonderful afternoon. Behind the restaurant was a low mountainous area, accessible by walking trails only. We hiked one of these trails, observing the brightly colored tropical plants and trees that flourished on this well maintained terrain. A beautiful waterfall added to the splendor, and when we .....

.... we went into a pizza place and ate. After dinner we went on all our favorite rides. As we were walking around all of our friends were asking us if we rode Demon Drop. Instead of getting ridiculed the whole way home, we decided to ride it. We had just enough time. {Strapping us in} my heart started pounding. As we slowly lifted off the ground it started to beat harder. I could see far out over Lake Erie as we steadily rose to the top. It was like time was standing still when we reached our climax at the top. Then we dropped at sixty-five miles per hour. I was glad I .....

.... knowing we would be there for a while. We could'nt ask for better weather, the sun was blazin and the temperature was an awesome 85 degrees for fishing the San Juaqin river. We found ourselves the trail that lead to the postpile, twisting and turning along the green, damp trial until we came upon a sight that every human being should lay their eyes on, Devils Postpile. Enormous rocks all rubbing against one another scalling the sky. Jumping my way close to the river, as I drifted away from everyone else, knowing I was going to catch the mother of all fish in this sacre .....

.... extremely pale, her eyes seemed shrunken into her head." Kipps admitted he was moved that a woman who looked as if she might be at death's door her self had made the effort to attend the funeral. He noted that the enigmatic women in black disappeared after the burial. When Mr. Kipps inquired of Mr. Jerome as to her identity, the latter was deeply shocked. "I did not see a young woman," said Jerome. She reappeared moments after Jerome had told Kipps that he had seen no-one, but again was visible only to Mr. Kipps. Mr. Jerome appeared to be in a state of some agitation .....