... some things about it need to be refined, because for a person like me it simply fosters reverse discrimination. I worked extremely hard in high school to get a high GPA and a good SAT score, while my parents too worked hard to be able to afford to place me in a good school district growing up. When applying to college, I realized that people with lower GPA ... 's and SAT scores got into schools that I got rejected from simply because of their race or ethnicity. I understand that some of these people must have had more hardships growing up and need ... ...

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My SAT score and GPA may not stand out or shine compared to the other applicants. I didn't have a wonderful high school experience like many of my peers did. Growing up in a broken home was, as cliche as it sounds, difficult and trying at many times. Going to college may seem the natural path for m...

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... cry, not knowing what I was crying about just knowing that my dad was upset and it felt safe to be in his arms. I'm not sure how long we sat there but I knew I would stay there until it was time for me to head up to bed. That evening my mother didn't return home. When my younger brother ... My brother and sister jumped off the couch and greeted him at the door with a hug as usual. I heard talking, but nothing I could really make out. I sat on the couch and waited for him to come in the living room and greet me. He didn't. Instead, he walked into his room and shut the door. My ... starte...

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... in our household due to my selection of college and major. First, I have chosen to attend college in Manhattan, but my father feels that a traditional university such as Yale or UCLA would play a more appropriate role. Manhattan poses an "unsafe learning environment," according to my dad. Further on, a major in broadcast journalism seems to conform to "liberal views." These views do ... ...

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... , "What's all the noise about?" I explained to her about the building on television being on fire. My son exclaimed again, "Fire mommy! Fire!" So, we sat there and began to watch history unfold. As we sat watching the television intensely, the news channel began showing replays of an airplane running into one of the World Trade Center's buildings. My wife responded, "Oh ... I watched those horrific scenes. Tears started to fill my eyes as my wife cried and said sorrowfully, "What about all the children whose parents won't be coming home?" We then sat there and watched our own son as he f...

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... eyes on the end, long slimy green fingers with round tips, he had big transparent belly, and long skinny legs with feet and toes to match his incredibly ugly hands. I sat frozen in my seat hoping I was just napping and this was a dream because it was no way this could be real. I was petrified of what this creature might to do ... went through a few seconds of darkness. The creature sitting next to me then motioned for me to get out of the car. I still sat frozen in my seat unsure of what my next move should be. The creature sat and stared at me waiting on me to make a move. He then made...

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... limp like over to her side of the bed and slowly sits down. She motions me with her hands to sit beside her. She leans over to her table that sat on her side to pull out a disposable camera that she had placed there the week before. She looks at me with a look of sorrow and regret and states "Kabriel ... beautiful wild flowers that me and my siblings had carved out from using the path so frequently. I spotted my weeping willow with its long sad limes stretching toward the grown. I sat down in the dirt not caring for the mud and due of the night before had invaded the cleanliness of my p...

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... nappy black hair that lay placid in front of her pale blue eyes would at times seem to not have been washed for years. She's a small, stocky old lady who sat lifeless at any dinner table. My grandmother appeared to me as a wretched monster. By her appearance anyone could see she was a very unkempt person. The random food stains on her ... other people until I was old enough to understand them. When I was six years old, I remember the whole family going to pay a visit to my grandmother. Being a kid I would have rather sat inside playing Nintendo, but really did not give much thought abou...

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... ugly old house?" I asked." A friend of mine that I came to pick up", he coldly replied. As though trying to avoid my eyes. He honked the horn several times, startling me. I sat there impatiently waiting for this so-called "friend", getting bored as the minutes went by began to wander. My eyes traveled upon two squirrels chattering down a tree engaged in a game ... back seat". My father ordered me. I was always an obedient child, so I did as I was told. The lady, who appeared to be in her early 20's, opened the door and sat in the front seat. She stared at my father with the most seducti...

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... . Cory said that it was too girly, but I liked it. My parents had set up the den as an office and had already spent a couple of hours working. Once everyone sat down at the table for lunch mom and dad told us a little about the story. "The main point is that the ghost of the murdered woman is trying to come ... grass and jasmine. Cautiously risking a peek out from under the covers, I cast a furtive glance at the window but there was nothing there. Heaving a sigh of relief, I sat up and turned on the bed light. Cory sat up too. His face was pale and his eyes were red, as though he had bee...

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... me I needed to eat because I looked sickening, malnourished, unhealthy, and anorexic. My mother heard every word come out of her husband's mouth. She didn't speak a single word; instead, she just sat next to me on my bed. This affected our bond in a very negative way, because she did not protect me like I had always known her to do. This experience made ... . I knew that she would feel, just as I did as a small child, a sense of discomfort within the safe matrix that had been formed for her since the moment of her conception. I sat with her in my room and talked to her, trying to distrac...

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... a custom for everyone, and usually, their parents would greet them back. After greeting no response from his father, Tiller sat down on the sofa and continued to listen to the song until he was able to make out the lyrics. He sat there for half an hour until his father finally acknowledged his presence, calling him "ladykiller Tiller" (5). The nickname ... ...

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... before mother began rigorously smearing sun screen and bug spray all over every exposed part on my body. I don't blame her, I did like to complain about sun burns and bugs. I sat down next to the fire gazing into its endless orange glow, as I pondered why mother insisted on putting huge curlers in her hair even camping. I looked at her with a smile ... the fishing poles rod out in front of me, and flung it with all my might. Once I had let out enough line I set the rod in Dad's homemade holder, and I sat back to wait for an attack on the lure. I spent what seemed like an eternity gazing...

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... awakened by my grandmother. She fed us breakfast and told us we were not going to school that day. Then, we asked her how our mother was doing and she sat there, looked at us, and she finally spilled the bad news that my mother passed last night due to a massive heart attack. I later learned that a massive heart attack is the ... . I thought she meant she passed all of her tests and she was coming home to us. Unfortunately, that meant we had to say goodbye to her forever. My sister and I sat there in awe and cried our little eyes out. Then, we gathered into the car and went to the funera...

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... his chest, his arm, their joint pain and relief unbearable. They spent what seemed like hours locked together wishing never to be apart. Finally they managed to separate and they sat together in the lounge to discuss the past over a tea. The mother spoke of how things had changed, the divide in the town, friends lost and despair. The son saw ... cat just as someone had killed his brother. His mother broke down into tears she had lost a great deal due to the war but this, this was inconceivable. The sniper sat silent unable to cry, unable to move, the numbness had returned, his blood see...

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... the blasting racket of sound that my radio was producing. I slowly walked around the house getting dressed and eating breakfast. Once I was completely done getting ready I finally awoke my father. I sat in my cold room until he was all done getting ready. When he got the last hair on his head to finally stand still he shouted at me, "SON LETS ... to our door we needed to go in and I, followed by my dad went inside it. Inside were a bunch of kids with tickets, all accompanied by one of their parents. I sat right up front and looked at the judge's stand. When the judge entered I got nervo...

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... . On January 19, 1994, my flight to America took off at approximately three in the morning. Outside, the sky was still dark. Stars were still shining as bright as ever. I sat in my seat patiently until the plane had landed. Suddenly, I heard a loud noise coming from the speaker saying, " We have arrived to Sandiego." Quickly, I took all of my belongings and ... weeks. While he was gone. My mom, my sister, and I had to stay home. Every night, we had to deal with the loneliness that we built inside us. We sometimes sat in our room praying and crying, hoping that my father would come home f...

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... at a point in my life where the potential to go that direction was definitely a possibility. I was the only child of a single mother. During the summer before fifth grade, my mom sat me down by the pond at the Melbourne Public Library to discuss something very important with me. That day she explained to me that she suffered from a disease called alcoholism ... understood what I was feeling. It was an extremely supportive environment. My last day there was the one I remember most clearly. On your last day they had a special ceremony where everyone sat in a circle. They had a small bag w...

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... me. I walked down an overly-lit sterile hallway trailing behind my dad. When we reached her room I wished that I could just keep walking, pretend I hadn't seen her. I went in and sat down. Her shirt was partially unbuttoned so that the IV could be inserted into herr arm. She was hooked up to three different kinds of poisons, and one normal IV ... all the noticing was me and how my days with my mom could be counted. Soo I decided to change who I was and how I looked on life. this all happened as I sat on a toilet and glanced at my watch while deep in thought. Each pilll a tiny soldier wa...

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... so-called "believer" but were scared that they might die were all trying to get in to this camp of people who were going to survive But couldn't so they sat out side of the camp. Waiting till the time was right when they would come in and take over. That Happened the last night of the Armageddon. They believers were ... "Cut". Hank helped Jed get the women up to the cave then went back down to help try to get the fight under control. When he got up they all sat and waited to be rescue. Four months had passed and Jed was lived with his mother in Colorado. Marina was living with her mothe...

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... afternoon sojourn at the beach. The long drive felt like a never-ending adventure. Instead of cool air, the air conditioner blew air from the gates of Hell. My sister and I sat in the back seat of the ever-shrinking Toyota Camry arguing and hitting each other until dad threatened us yelling, "Don't make me drive this car into a telephone pole!" Mom ... sat on the other side with only two jobs, control the radio and navigate us to the beach. Both were done very poorly, giving us static from the radio and forty- ... ...

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... many feelings involved especially mine. Also without this big moment in my life I would not be who I am today. It all started when I was nine years old and my mother sat Sheena my sister and me down and said that she did not love my father anymore and that she was going to leave him. I never ever would have guessed that ... that was going to be the words coming out of my mother's mouth. We had such a perfect life or at least that's what I was always lead to believe. I just sat there with a straw in my mouth amazed. Then a few seconds later I threw a pillow at her and said that I hated h...

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... . When Miles had grown he went back to Martha's Vineyard hoping to strike up some old memories. The cottage was old and ran down. Miles walked to the beach and sat in the same spot where he and his mother had their picnics. There he must have fell asleep while he was a sleep he dreamed that Charlie's ghost paid him a visit ... jump on him and try to tear him to shreds. On one other occasion this cat had climbed into Miles's car and ripped his seat to pieces. Mrs. Whiting frequently sat out by the river that ran past the mansion with the cat on her lap. At the end of the story Mrs. Whitin...

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... , and I was done. But more importantly, I was free. To me, and most likely to other teenagers, a car defines freedom. Later that day, when my mother had gone back to work, I sat at home, listening to some music. It reminded me that I had wanted to get this new CD. But alas, mom and dad were at work, and I had no ride. Then ... had not changed much in my mind. My self-esteem was still at an all-time low, and I could not help but think of what was happening. 10:50. We sat in silence for a moment, trying to gather a sense of what needed to be done. Personally, I didn't want to go home. His ...

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... asked me to come home, as if nothing had happened. My boyfriend, eventually, convinced to me go home. Once we got back, all four of us, including my mom's boyfriend, sat down to talk. In that life changing discussion, I poured my heart out to my mom and everyone listening. While my mom looked at me with an ice-cold stare, while ... entire life had just said that to me. It broke my heart into millions of pieces, which some are still missing. The truth was then revealed. All three of us sat there looking at a beautiful, intelligent woman, whose only joy in her life was me, knowing that th...

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