Karlovry Vary After a long ride from Prague, I finally got off my bus and looked at the famous Grand Hotel Pupp, I thought to myself it looked even better than in the movies like “Last Holiday”. The Czech architecture was astonishing. The hotel was lit up brightly to make sure you don’t miss a single detail on the outside and inside. A marble lady standing guards the front door with perfect details, carvings of beautiful window ledges. Once inside, the heartfelt air clashes against my icy skin. I looked up and see stunning statues carrying the weight of the ceiling. I was amaze by the room with a huge double bed and a flash bathroom. I decided to take a walk, to explore the town’s nightlife. The path along the river was quiet and peaceful
Rebels Without a Cause Not very many people have affected me in the same way as my friend Jake Fernholz. I have never realized the influence he has had on me until someone pointed out that we talk and think the same way. I only met Jake two years ago in track, when a pulled hamstring injury caused Mr. Kellerman to have me practice with the long distance kids. Mr. Kellerman forced me into staying on the long distance team and that is where I started to hit it off with Jake. It took me a long time to be comfortable with Jake, but when I did we quickly found our common interests.
Hi Reneld, On Thursday, June 8th, I had talked to an advisor about schedule revision. She said that I do not need to revise my schedules, since there was a mistake with my program completion; that I am working on Associate of Arts Degree instead of AS2 degree. She said she already notified you about this. Have you received this notification?
I have lived in two distinct communities: the first was the small town of Moraga in the East Bay area of California, the second, and my current residence, is the city of Stockton. The former, Moraga is the epitome of white picket fence suburbia, with friendly neighbors, a high ranking public school system, and a practically non-existent crime rate. Growing up in Moraga, I was able to receive a great education, roam the streets freely with friends, and never had to fear horrors, such as, gang violence, sporadic neighborhood shootings, or drug abuse. Sadly, when I moved to the latter, most of these horrors were apparent weekly, if not daily.
For fifteen years, I put my heart, effort, and soul into my band Murky Waters. I made it into a career that supports my wife, my stepdaughter, and my parents. Murky Waters is what saved my family and me from poverty in the ghetto of Warsaw, Poland, and it’s what saved me from giving up on life entirely before I met my wife. I met her only a year after Murky Waters began and she was introduced to me by my best friend and drummer, Tony. Anka was two months pregnant with my stepdaughter, Antonia, at the time we met.
Off to Tahoe One day when I was visiting Tahoe my mom called a family meeting and she said we were all as a family going to move to Incline Village. I started crying on the inside but on the outside I was showing much exitement. I felt really sad but I didn’t want to disappoint my mom so I never told her.
I have been doing some thinking about our conversation a few days ago and have concluded that I will take you up on the offer! I just sold my old bike and now have some money left over that I can use to pay for those seminars. I am going to see how soon I can get this done, I am going to look at the dates and send my form in. I will keep you posted on the status of things as they get processed.
It had been about a year since he'd left his man-cave, but today he was doing the unimaginable. Although there was only a flight of stairs and a corridor, it marked clearly a fine line between the outside world. As he made his way towards the door, his body shook with nerves, he had walked less
The sun gleamed through the window giving a feeling of grandness amongst the room. We were watching TV on this shiny new flatscreen, all the colors on it seemed more vibrant than the concrete jungle around us. Nevertheless, Chicago beamed through the night with beautiful light reaching all the way to the twenty second floor of the hotel and to our room. I watched as the car 's headlights below would reflect from one building of glass to another, bouncing around like an endless game of tag with one car chasing the other on any reflective surface. It was almost hypnotizing watching the cars go on and on.
She had saved a piece of Aunt Abby’s wallpaper and along with complementary samples she found in a wallpaper outlet store. She put them in antique frames and made a gallery wall behind the bed. The bedspread was a muted shade of green with a cream embroidered fleur-de-lis design that looked inviting, especially tonight. Walking through the bedroom into the adjoining bathroom, she turned on the water, threw in some scented bath salts, lit the candles encircling the ledge of the tub, and eased into the warm water.
Sparks of excitement and stress exploded in my body as I opened the door. I took my first step to freedom then sprinted down the stairs almost tripping and falling flat on my face. I ran to nearest train station and hopped onto the back where i curled up in the corner waiting for the long road ahead. I didn’t know where this train was taking me and I didn’t know what I was going to do when I arrived
It was a taciturn gloomy morning, the year of 1862. The 12th of September. At the end of it, I might be with my family again or buried someplace underground. It was my time to go into battle as soon as I finish saying goodbye to my loved ones. The tears slid down my wife’s face and my daughters lingered into their mother’s arms to cover their dripping faces.
I have to be circumspect as I began to come across houses and colonists. When I found a log hidden in the darkness and partly lighted by the moon, I sat down to catch my breathe. As I look up I see a town lit up in the night. I run to the light, my toes feeling completely frozen. As I breathe I can see my breath flow through the air.
The sunsets were too bright to keep my dorm dark. With the choices narrowed down to three options, I heard a knocking over my music. Pausing the chorus, I crouched to see through the peephole and saw my Natural Helper. Opening the door, I tilted my head down, suddenly entranced by the top of my shoes. As he spoke, I muttered quiet responses, half listening, half considering my curtains.
There are many connections between this book and my life. From the people I have lost unexpectedly, just as Miles and Chip lost Alaska, to the characters and the way they act in the book, there are many relatable accounts. I have lost many people in my life. Whether it be due to our move from New York, loss of friends, or death in my family, people have come and gone without much notice. One moment that sparked a memory was the way the Colonel and Pudge reacted when they found out about Alaska’s passing.
I stood in front of the Fourth Street Church, my skin tingling in anticipation of the twin bells tolling. Nana, holding Mom’s arm for support, gazed up at the bell tower. She loved hearing the bells. In fact, she’d once told me the bells were the heart of the church, its life-giving force. I felt the same way.