As I walk about the campus each day and observe the different sites and interactions of the people, it amazes me how we are so different, but yet many of us are the same. I watch as we transfer from class to class, the scenery at the cafe on the inside as well as outside, the student grill, and the Chapel on Sunday. These are very interesting places to observe because you have so many different personalities and ideas uniting as one. And all of this takes place on the campus of Hampton University. Each day, many of us scramble from class to class looking like little ants running about lost. Then there is time spent front the Science and Technology building and the lobby of MLK and Buckman in between classes. In front of the Science & Technology is majority upperclassmen having their bonding time since many of them do not live on campus anyway. They all post up on the walls whether it is cold or hot and just chill and talk. Some play around hitting and chasing each other; while others show each other love by hugging one another and expressing themselves. Then you have the lobby of MLK and Buckman where everyone chills in between classes. This is the one of the main spots in between the ten minute break session before each of our next classes. Here, when you walk through the door you hear a collage of voices trying to be heard all at once. You have people standing on the walls smiling and conversing, while others are sitting on the circular bench doing the same, a! nd finally you have those chilling on the steps. Once the ten minute session is up, you hear everyone scrambling trying to get to class. After everyone is gone it is complete silence again, maybe one or two voices speaking. Then, once class ends the cycle begins again. Outside of the hang-outs I observe those walking to class. Some like I walk with very serious faces just trying get where we need to be. It's nothing like a rainy day on campus when everyone has on their wind-breakers and umbrellas popped up as protection from the rain.
I yelled back with tears streaming down my face. ... I would have understood every word, every gesture, every stupid antic they would have done. ... Why did she come to me that day? ... I stepped in her face, nostrils flaring. ... This day I passed all my tests and I had the day off from almost everything. ...
Women of the 1700's in America served as the foundation of every family. ... However, throughout all the poise and strength she had, Martha did face difficulties that made it hard for her to keep a happy face during her journey. While in New York, Martha wrote to her granddaughter, "I have not had one half hour to myself since the day of my arrival" (Roberts 231). Washington faced multiple exhausting and painstaking journeys. ... As the war began, Martha knew she had to face these obstacles and hardships some day, but this did not stop her from encouraging troops and fighting f...
Then I see a beautiful face coming to my door. ... I would say good morning or good afternoon every time we made contact over my cement wall. ... She walked through her gate with a bandana on her head and her face pale. ... One thing that I noticed was that she would always have a new hairstyle every other week. ... Every morning all I tell my self is "day by day....
He came up with a rule so that every one would not talk at the same time. " I"ll give the Conch to the next person to speak. ... "They [are] dirty, not with the spectacular dirt of boys who have fallen into mud or been brought down hard on a rainy day. Not one of them was an obvious subject for a shower, and yet - hair, much too long, tangled here and there, knotted round a dead leaf or a twig; faces cleaned fairly well by the process of eating and sweating but marked in the less accessible angles with a kind of shadow; clothes, worn away, stiff like his own with sweat, put on, not for decorum...
Violence in Every Life Violence, one of the most serious problems, has different forms as domestic violence, terrorism, and vandalism. Even though any city or country is more developed than others, every person has to face these forms of violence in every day life. ...
D-Day was a battle that mark to beginning to end of Germany. ... However, as the invaders advanced towards the city of Caen, they faced with tanks from the German 21st Panzer Division. ... In Omaha Beach: the Germans had every inch of this beach covered. ... By the end of the day they were 1 mile inland and 2200 men, one of every 19 who landed at Omaha Beach on D-Day, were dead or wounded. ... The General Omar Bradley wrote, "Every man who set foot on Omaha Beach that day was a hero." ...
" We could talk to each other for hours about every aspect of a car. ... Sunday afternoons meant greasy hands, smiling faces and my most cherished memories. ... And after every session, my dad and I would sit down and talk about ways that I could have improved my time. ... The fact that cars are always at the forefront of technological innovation means that I am always on the cusp of learning something new, and perhaps one day being an integral part of that inventive community. ... I glance over at my father; he has a knowing smile on his face....
First Draft A day in the end It was a brisk humid sunny day in the heart of august when I found myself waking with not a memory of how I came to be. I open my eyes and all I see, feel is twisted metal, and a blood soaked dashboard in my face. ... America sunk with turmoil and been crippled by the fear of this day since mans final doom had been created some odd century and half ago. As every sullen depressed step, I took more and more of it all came back to me the speeches, the threats, and the pure malignant ways of the species as the war to end all wars part three had begun. ... I see...
All I thought about each day is going back home, until one day. It was the sports day for my school. ... Every classmate wrote their name on the blackboard except me. ... Everybody looked at me with surprises on their face. ... It was the face with all the surprises, and joyfulness. ...