.... at child sized taablestables, knees and elboselbows akimbo chatting amiably with each other while they held the children who were too young to participate in the festivities, were some of the parents and teachers. The rest of us organized the activities. ren tThere other teachers, and parents, of whom The patio looked out onto a fenceda fenced play yard. A large sand area littered with small bright colored pails, and a few matching shovels, dominated the left side. ide Though a few children of the play yard. Th ere wwere a few children were swinging on the swing set located to the right of the sand area., most of the children ran wildly to and fro,There were children ever ....

.... British Properties has to be the biggest problem with transportation because the buses hardly ever come, it's far away from everything, and the weather is terrible. The buses come every hour on weekdays and only three times on Sundays. I have complained before, but they don't care to what I have to say. Even when the buses come they are always late because the routes are convoluted. It takes hours to get anywhere. The closest commercial area to my house is Park Royal and that is a two hour walk away. There are no small stores and if I want milk, the closest store is in North Vancouver, would you believe. I guess they expect everyone to be so rich, so they can afford ....

.... my parents bedroom opened and both in peaceful sleeps my mother and father levitated and floated out of the window. They landed on the cloud and feeling a slight chill tucked themselves into the fluff of the cloud. Then hearing a creaking sound on my left I turned and watched as my sisters window began to open. She then levitated and floated onto the cloud as well, she sunk into the cloud and continued her dream. I whispered, “sweet dreams” to my family and continued to fly. This was my night to share with my mind body and soul. I kept my cat Felix with me though, his loving silence has only shown love and that face of a sleeping tabby is to amazing to exclude from th ....

.... actually trying to catch my prey. For thousands of years I have lived underground. I have become a petrified fossil. All the flesh and skin has either rotted away, or was eaten by bugs and other things underground. All that remains of me are my bones. I became petrified, because when I was burried under the ground all those years the groundwater dissolved all my bones. They were then replaced, a molecule at a time, by the minerals in the water. This long process involved all these tingly sensations. I felt odd for the longest time, but now I'm a new me! About 900 years ago I received company from someone up above. His name is Mr. Wolly Mammoth. Wolly died because ....

.... received good grades for them. Then, I thought they were good because of the grades I got. Now, I find myself working over twice as hard for half the grade. This isn't a completely bad thing, though. It teaches me that my writing really wasn't very good. What I used to think deserved an "A" I now realize only does deserve a "C." Now I have to take my writing more seriously, and try much harder at producing good output. Also, my goal isn't to write a paper that will get a good grade. Now, my goal is to write better papers. I write to become a better writer. That is, I feel, a very important thing that I learned this semester. I don't think, "O.K., I have to get at l ....

.... "see if this will fit you". The ring fit, so we were engaged. I wonder what would have happened if it had been too small. We set our wedding day for September 6th. I had ordered my wedding gown and made some of the arangements when my fiancé wanted to change the date. He wanted to change it to August 17th. I now had to cancel the order for the gown, go out and shop for another one. Finally after looking all over I found the right wedding gown. I got the invitations out and all the other arrangements changed. I awoke early Saturday morning August 17th, my wedding day, or is it? I really wasn't a nervous bride. I finished packing my luggage for the honeymoon. I wen ....

.... the nautical art of sailing, he was the most popular, the best looking, and even one of the smartest kids in school. "Hi Julie," moaned Cobi in reply, "what are you doing here?" A shocked, but smiling Julie answered, "Just came to see ya." "Well visiting hours are over," Cobi uttered as he pushed past Julie and trekked up the rocky shore to his home. His home! His home was a picturesque array of hand-crafted pillars and intricate woodwork that beautified even the aesthetic sandy ocean beach that encompassed it. As always, after sailing practise, he was greeted by a honk and a wave from his father returning from work. His father was a partner in Jones, Jef ....

.... touched the skin of the kiwi next. The skin was rough, almost like toad skin. It was very moist as well. Next, the fruit caught my attention. The fruit was smooth. It was extremely slimy to the touch. When I pulled my finger off the fruit of the kiwi, it felt sticky, almost not letting my finger go. Next, I rubbed my fingers over the seeds. They were so close together it was hard to feel one. When I managed to grab one, I noticed how slick it was. It was smooth with tiny bumps that were almost invisible to the touch. My hand was drawn to the core next. The core was spongy and felt like the fruit, smooth and slick. Next, I decided to listen to the sound ....