.... could enter to get out of the rain and sun. A tree trunk used by the bears for climbing stood in the center of the pit. The bears were covered with long and stiff black hair and their bodies seemed fat and heavy. They walked to and fro and occasionally one would climb up the tree truck. The biggest attraction, however, seemed to center around the monkeys’ cage. The monkeys were continuously jumping and swinging about in their large cage. They looked very alert and stared back at the people. Some of them clung to the iron bars, waiting for someone to hand them a banana or some peanuts. We left the monkeys’ cage and went to see the elephants. They were wandering ....

.... down Current River to be extremely careful when we came to a fast moving bend in the river called Wallace's Point. He said, “Wallace's Point is lined with so many root wads (root wads are clumps of tree stumps, roots, branches, leaves, and whatever else might float down the river) along the banks, and it has so many sunken canoes and sunken logs along it's main channel that safe passage through it is impossible - unless you stick to the right side of the bend.” As we neared the end of a long straight away in the river, I noticed the speed of the water was increasing exponentially. A look farther down the river told me what I had been dreading this whole trip n ....

.... might get hypothermia. Thus, she gathered up numerous dead brown leaves among the forest floor and pushed them all over her body as she lay down on the cold black dirt. Jennifer became worried that "the man" or one of his "best friends" would find her. What would she do? She began searching for something sharp - like a twig or a stone. Her hand enclosed on a smooth metal oval-shaped rock. Then, she remembered that it was a swiss army knife which she stole from the house as she made her escape. After shrugging off practicing how to use the knife, Jennifer concluded that when the time came, she would know how to use it. Being thoroughly exhausted did not ameliorate her s ....

.... that once protected me from the outer forces of evil were now only at my waist. The colossal coconut branches that once protected me from monsoons could now be trampled with one simple step. After gorging the now-cold cup of milk, I went downstairs. I noticed something strange. What happened to the "restaurant" we used to run? I swear we had those tall cooks with aprons and weapon-like utensils who used our long countertops to chop and fry vegetables. Where was that huge tray where all the dishes were placed to serve me? As I stepped out of the kitchen, the same feeling crept in. I always remembered living in a mansion. Had it shrunk? When I asked my mom, she gave me a perple ....

.... many images of this special place. Snow covered mountains extend high above the heavens; thus, setting the backdrop to the meadow. Wildflowers speckled the base of the mountain becoming more abundant near the babbling brook. The brook ran through the middle of the meadow turning, and twisting around the enormous oak tree. The lush green grass grew around the tree like hair on a dog's back. Birds flew through the radiant blue sky diving for insects. My thoughts reflect relaxation as my mind focuses on the pleasing imagery. The sounds of the meadow complement the beautiful imagery, and create a sense of inner peace and harmony. The soothing sounds drifted ....

.... at some people in the corner booth and smiled, the people waved back and yelled, "Hay, Devon." As he looked in my direction I waved at him to get his attention. When he reached the table I shook his hand and introduced myself. He introduced himself "Hi my name is Devon." He sat down on the other side of the small table. Devon is well known in the coffee shop. He goes to the coffee shop about 3 times a week and tries to meet someone new every time he goes. He is really nice and it's not hard for him to make friends. Almost everyone in the shop know who he is. If he sees someone he doesn't know he'll go up and talk to them. Devon told me why he dressed the w ....

.... son had gone to the kitchen to get himself a snack. He opened the refrigerator door and took out a jar of pickles. As I looked to see what he was doing, I turned around just in time to see the jar fall from his hands and watched as he fell to the floor almost in slow motion. I jumped to my feet and scooped him off the floor when I noticed there was blood streaming from his wrist area down his arm. My heart sank as I searched for the open wound. My first thought was that he cut a vein in his wrist and panic raced through my body with the fear that he would bleed to death before I could get him to the hospital. As quickly as I could, I grabbed him from the floor and ran ....

.... as a schedule change. This type of visit also falls under the category of a friendly visit, where the student feels confident because he has a reason for being there. The second force that will call a student to the office is a teacher asking him to run an errand. The privilege of avoiding class to run an errand for the teacher is always fought over. This type of office trip usually involves dropping off some scrap of paper to the proper individual or hunting someone down to ask them a question. Sometimes, finding the right person or whatever can become a quite lengthy procedure, taking the student's search all across the campus and eventually concluding at McDonald's ....