.... flower petals vary from scarlet, to baby blue. Despite the similarities in color, nothing else seems to be the same- they all tower 2 or 3 feet above the dark, rich soil. They sway playfully in unison with the warm caressing breeze, carefully merging the two scents into one fresh, clean fragrance. You pry yourself away from the immense meadow, still filled with many unexplored treasures and turn back into the foliage covered depths of the forest. The sun is comfortably placed in front of the cotton candy clouds, in the midst of the soft blue sky. The occasional bird soars through in a last minuet attempt to catch a worm so it may feed the yearning mouths of it's young. T ....

.... that the human spirit has been confined to the impersonation of other people's wisdom and virtue. I believe in the saying that imitation is the sheerest form of flattery, but I also believe that it henders the evolution of a person's psyche. To the best of my knowledge, this is what my intuition on the conformity of mankind is based upon. The other source that aided in the instillment of individualism in me, is the various authors, poets, songwriters, and other dignitarys who I valued as authority. Any sort of publication that celebrates the individual captures my attention and can range from the books and essays of Henry David Thoreau to the rebelious content in the m ....

.... in blue. Shortly after that, we were joined by one of the administration personnel. There she informed that ; I was not to talk to any inmates, that if they talked to me, they were to address me as Mrs. Tucker. Well, I knew right , at that point, there would be a problem. First of all, I am a people person. I could not refuse to talk to someone just because they were a inmate. Then, I defiantly did not like to be addressed as Mrs. Tucker. As far as I was concerned, the day the divorce was final, that was the day I stopped being Mrs. Tucker. But, I was told that was what I had to do. There were other rules I was told about, such as inmates were not allowed to handle ....

.... Bar one Sunday afternoon when the regulars were discussing the merits of the Tyson/Doakes fight, and settled in the far corner next to the miniscule stage, nursing a half-pint of beer. Mulligan's being the type of place it is, he wasn't alone too long. "Useta call me Black Billy," he growled, lumbering to his feet. His head ducked and dodged, body swayed, as he danced on his toes, shooting lefts and rights at an imaginary opponent. His scarred face looked troubled for a moment. "Coulda been the Champ. Didn' get a chance. Said I don' got the killer instinct. I know I got it. Jus' need a chance." His audience nodded appreciatively and exchanged understanding glanc ....

.... of those people who I enjoy to be with because we share that common ground that lets you be yourself and feel comfortable. It really feels good to gave friends on the same level as you. Friendship is a very personal and unique thing. No two relation between any two people will ever be the same because only those people know what they have been through or shared together. This is what makes friendship such an exceptional thing. A large part of friendship is learning lessons together, and for almost everything in the world there is a lesson that must be learned. Learning these lessons through friendships is a very powerful and exceptional thing. These lessons have varied ....

.... spread; after seeing diseases caused by viruses carried by Black flies, I decided that I could do something to help people overcome some of these kinds of hardships. I set my hopes on becoming a part of the medical profession to help correct diseases so that people may have a healthy and better life. My father left my country to come to the United States looking for greener pastures. He wanted more for us than our country could offer. He worked very hard, and due to his effort, in March 1999 three of us joined him here in Washington, DC. Upon my arrival, I had to face challenges of language and different social customs, my accent made it difficult to communicate with ot ....

.... greasiest food around, and you could get all of it you wanted! I must have eaten eight beef enchiladas and six soft chicken tacos, not too mention the flour tortillas, rice and beans. Needless to say this type of food does not settle well with your stomach, not even for an all you can eat pro like myself. I thought the bomb I dropped before I went to sleep would make for an easy morning. I was wrong. At 6:10 I found myself stuck in the library for what seemed like an eternity. It was not my typical morning dump, it was the never ending dump from hell. Every time I thought the nightmare was over, I found my self dropping more and more and more. It was already ....

.... island. How odd that my clothes were burned off, and I was left without a scratch. Shrugging off the many questions that my mind bombarded me with, I decided to take a tour of the island, and search for a possible means of escape. "OH SHI-!" I stopped myself short of a curse, and looked down at my aching toe. I painfully leaned over and examined the ground around my feet, discovering a 1922 Sears catalogue. Exhausted and hungry, I reached for a coconut from the only tree. I leaned against the palm tree eating the coconut and leafing through the ancient catalogue. Thinking aloud, I muttered, "Gee, I wish I had some clothes". POOF! Magically, I was in the latest fa ....