Locate High School Classmates

What is the best way to locate old classmates for 20 yr high school reunion?

HELP!! Looking for FREE website to locate old classmates for a high school reunion.? Any helpful advice would be greatly appreciated!!

How do people locate classmates to notify them of a high school reunion? I'm upset right now cuz I just found out that my high school reunion was last month! Maybe my classmates didnt want me there lol. I live 15 miles from where I grew up and my parents still have the same address and phone number that they did when I was in high school. WTH?!? Who plans these things (the class president?) and what do they do to notify everyone about the class reunion? I tried to google to see if there was an announcement in the local paper and couldnt find a thing. It's not like I'm a recluse hiding out and it's so hard to find me. I have a classmates.com account and there was no information on there. My current home phone number is listed. I didn't get an email, phone call or letter. I was thinking maybe they sent something to my parents' house and it got lost or something?? What do I do to get on the list for the next one??

want to locate classmates in Gujarat Law soc high school in the years 1964- 1966? Come on guys , we cant all be dead ! May be most of us moved abroad but (since we were mostly from E> Africa ) I would still love to get in touch with the rest! Life is too short and we have to get together and go on mountain hikes and camps. Most of us are probably retired (If not retarted ) by now and have enough time on our hands.

how can i locate my classmates all over the world we will be celebrating out high school alumni?

How to locate old classmates for upcoming reunion? I am trying to locate former classmates from LeConte Jr. High School in Holllywood, California. Our 50th reunion is coming up. We are the class of 1957. Most websites charge for this service. Does anyone know which websites I can use without paying a fee? Thank you for any help you can offer. And thank you in advance because the folks who help, I cannot reply and say Thanks.

is there a site to locate classmates from junior high? jr.high school other than high-school sites

What's the best High School reunion you have attended? What made it the best? I need tips for locating classmates and ideas for a theme.

I am trying to locate info on Chad Nagle who went to Downingtown High School? Just curious. I went to highschool with him and am curious what hes up to. Havent seen him in ten years or so. Anyone know anything about him? He went to college at Virginia Tech. He was on my wrestling team. He's the only former classmate of mine I am curious about.

How Can I Locate Old Friends? I'm looking to locate a friend i went to high school with, but lost touch with years ago. i tried googling the name, myspace, facebook, and classmates.com. Does anyone have any other suggestions? I can't remember any sibling or family names. Thanks so much- it is really important to me.

How to find a Jr High School sweetheart? In the late 80's, I was dating a boy in Jr High School. I hadn't thought of him in years, but we're talking about having a class reunion, and we can't locate him. I tried searching his name, and classmates.com. I sent a letter to his parents house, with no response. I'd like to see him. Any suggestions?

Free Online High School Alumni Search Engines? I have been "assigned" to locate the alumni for our class of 1979 Bentonville High School in Bentonville Arkansas. I have been on Reunion.com and Classmates.com and there are only part of the class who are on there, the school itself has several web sites for this, but no one from our class is on there. Plus you have to "pay" to communicate with any of the other alumni and this could get expensive in an economy where funds are tight for everyone. Does anyone know of any other web searches I could check out? I know there are even several "deep web" search engines out there for this, but I have been unable to find them. All help would be greatly appreciated, as it will help make our job allot easier, trying to search for a site for this when we don't quite know where or how to look it up takes a tremendous amount of time I could be using to do the rest of the "work I have been assigned for this reunion" LOL Thanks to anyone and all. class of 79

How to locate someone for free? I am trying to find my husbands best friend from high school. He has been living in GA for approx. 10 years but that is all the information I have. I have searched classmates.com, myspace, and facebook along with white pages and of course old fashioned 411. Any suggestions?

Im looking for alumni contact Mary Tran for Higgins high school reunion.? On classmates.com it said email her at higginsclassof96@yahoo.com can you help me locate her.

Winter Haven High School, Fl. FOUND Class of 1966 ring, looking for owner,help!? I'm looking for a way to locate the owner of this ring from 1966. Need a year book or a classmate from back then. Can anyone help.

Husband just told me he doesn't feel comfortable talking to me about his feelings.? My husband of 16 years has been talking to an old High School Female Classmate he located on Facebook. Started out as friendly conversation on Facebook and then they exchanged cell phone numbers. They have been having private sneaky conversations behind my back. And when I found out about it I asked them both to stop, as they were talking about personal things in regards to our married and how he feels about me. They both lied to me and said they would, but continued. We got into a huge fight, because i blocked her email address and phone from texting to his phone. And he told me he can't talk to me about how he feels. He doesn't feel comfortable. So what do I do? Mind you I didn't mind the normal chit chat on facebook where everyone could read it, but it turned personal. And its his ex girlfriends best friend. He says he loves me and wants to be with me, but how can we have a relationship if he can't talk to me? Do I stay or go?

Trying to locate Lenard Averilla, about 35 years old. He lived in the Philippines. My buddy? He was my former classmate in high school and best buddy too, I lost contact with him since I got married 7years ago. One day I dreamed of him a not so well dreamed and i ignore it as if its just a dream. after a week dreamed of him again with the same dreamed i ignore and now I worried about this dream, would this be a sign or something? please help me when and how can I contact him?

Friend from junior high? I am try to locate a friend of mine from junior high school. She moved when I was in 6th grade. I have looked in the phone book, myspace, the white pages(via internet), classmates and reunion. She appears to have disappeared. I don't remember her phone number from then. (it was over 15 years ago). If anyone has any suggestions I would appreciate it.

I hate my life right now, where should I go from here? When I applied to college I thought that going far away would make me a better person, I am from Colorado but I chose to go to a small school in Wisconsin. I wasn't expecting to be homesick, I wasn't even expecting to cry when my parents dropped me off, but I did. I cried and I have pretty much cried every day since then (I have been here for a month) often times I fantasize about going home and how that would be so much better, but I also feel embarressed knowing that all my high school teachers and former high school classmates will know that I couldn't hack it and had to come home. My best friend went to a college in California, and we were planning on studying abroad together next year in Italy, however she has decided to study abroad in Buenos Aires, a program which is not offered through my school. Along with all of this going on, I am torn in a million directions. I think that I am a funny person, and one of the nice things about going to a schoolin Wisconsin means that I am somewhat close to Chicago where Second City-the improv troup that has created several SNL stars is located. I have also thought about maybe going to a school in Chicago or a community college and then taking classes at Second City, and one day, maybe, potentially, with a lot of luck being on SNL. Here are all of my options: 1) Stay here for the rest of the semester, but transfer back home for next semester 2) Stay here for the rest of the year, then study abroad, and then try and transfer to my friends school in California, if I don't get in, then transfer back home 3) Transfer to a school in Chicago and take classes there as well as classes at Second City It's just too hard for me to figure out what to do...I am literally miserable, this is the worst I have ever felt. Something has to change! I'm in campus therapy currently, but nothing is helping.

Can you recommend a reliable online service or book for locating lost friends? I would like to get the phone numbers or addresses for a few old high school friends. (They are not registered w/ Classmates.com or Reunion.com). If you or a friend used a service or bought a book which helped let me know.

What do you say to a person you defriended on Facebook after you thought you'd never see them again? I've read that as a general rule you don't defriend someone on Facebook when you are likely to encounter that person again in your town. But I'm sure a LOT of people on Facebook do it anyways primarily thinking they'll never bump into that person face-to-face again in their lives. And yet that 1-in-a-million shot, they DO bump into that person again... be it at a supermarket, party, wedding, sports event, and such. What do you say to that defriended person in this awkward situation? Do you get defensive? For the record, I never defriended anyone on Facebook because of the possibility that I WOULD bump into that person again in my town! Recently, I had one high school classmate defriend me for an unknown reason (we got along fine, so the defriending was kind of a surprise). She doesn't live in my town any more... she now lives on the west coast. I'm on the east coast. But she DOES visit my town since her parents still reside here. And their residence is located VERY close by me. So the chances of her and I actually bumping into each other may be small, but the possibility is still real. This is why I'm asking this question.

locating and contacting former military personnel? What are some websites that are good for locating and contacting former military coworkers that I have lost touch with since I have seperated from the service and other people (High School / College Classmates) that went into the service (different branches that myself) / I have profiles posted on a couple of sites http://www.militaryconnections.com/ http://airforce.togetherweserved.com/usaf/index.jsp I would like to re-establish contact with people that I made friends with while I served in the Air Force from 1996 - 2006 I do have a profile posted on both Classmates.com and reunion.com sites / I am looking for FREE websites (joining / searching / contacting)

Does anyone out there know someone by the name Jessie Dilorenzo who is 30 years old? Please, Im trying to locate my friend that I haven't seen in 13 years. He did not attend high school where I live and I have tried everything including classmates.com to no avail. I don't believe he graduated high school and the last known address I found for him was in Hinton WV, but when I sent a letter to that address the Post Office sent in back with a yellow sticker on it stating that there was no one by that name at that address. Is there anyone out there who has any ideas on how to find him without me having to pay out anymore money than I already have? I've even checked obituary sites to find out if he was deceased but none of the sites had him as deceased. PLEASE HELP!!

Bringing the NRA To School? I'm a freshman in a private high school in Nevada. I have a clean record, no detentions etc. at school and I've been gaining reputation as "the gun kid" because many of my classmates found my shooting videos on Youtube.com/dawok370. I'm also acknowledged as being fairly fluent in firearms, at least compared to everyone at school. Now, as an Expert rank of the NRA, I want to try and start an NRA Club, maybe by a miracle bring back a rifle team. I am by no means trying to find a way to get everyone to bring firearms to school, just to simply bring more members to the NRA and provide education about safety, etc. I thought this would be the best time to actually start an NRA club. I also have the full support of the Silver State Shooting Association, the branch of the NRA in Nevada. I can talk to my NRA administrators to send one of the many instructors to talk to my school. I've also been e-mailing my principal back and forth about this issue, sending her all she needs to know about the NRA including their website link, and this PDF file: http://www.rmgo.org/images/GunFacts4-2-Press.pdf If this is successful, then my instructors can provide the safety classes at school and then have target practice at another location after school, the same way the swim meets are held at YMCA since we don't have a pool or soccer practice is at another field since we don't have a soccer field. Since the school makes quite a lot of money, I have a feeling it will sponsor the target practice at the range, otherwise I doesn't cost very much(like $5.00) so the students themselves could pay for it anyway. I have 3 locations that I can think of, there are more that I don't know about. They are the American Shooters Gun Range, which has limited space and lots of fees. The Tule Springs Skeet Shooting range which is the most probable, but only shotguns are allowed, which might cause some disappointment to people wanting to fire AR-15's and all that. The last range is the NRA Range located in the airspace of Nellis Airforce Base(not the base itself) that I practice at, but it's very far from my school, and the schedules of all the certified instructors may not be able to fit any school schedules. I've been researching and studying as much as I can remember the gun laws and the most likely of questions to be asked in case I have to speak myself, but as a 14 year old I still have a feeling I have some flaws. The major yet passive problems I see are anti-gun activists, the media, political issues, funding, and... my age.. I need your guy's input on this and fill in anything that I might've missed...some advice would be appreciated. I also have been e-mailing my principal back and forth about this issue and would like to talk to me personally, and no my school does not have JROTC. There are, however, teachers who have served in the military. I've also been providing my principal with links to gun control myths and facts videos and etc. Meanwhile I'm trying to do all I can so my principal isn't able to say no. To mramell48: The whole reason I'm doing this is because of the SAFETY education about firearms. I didn't mention anything about "mature" since in my NRA branch trains children as young as eight years old. We also have just as many adolescents like myself. You are the kind of person I'm trying to change into an educated person.

Can anyone help me locate...? I am looking for a friend that I grduated high school with in Americus, GA. Her name was Debra Marie Polk (maiden name). She would now be between 29 and 30 years old. I have checked Facebook, MySpace, Classmates.com, etc. If anyone knows her or can help me in any way I would be very grateful.

What are some good ways to contact an old friend that you don't have current contact info for? I'm trying to locate a very dear friend from high school. We've lost touch, and I've tried her last known e-mail addy to no avail. I've tried looking on google for anything relevant and didn't find much. I've also looked on myspace & classmates.com for her. Are there any other websites or other material I could check? Oh I've also looked @ whitepages.com for both her & her mom, but couldn't find anything there either. I'm hoping she didn't drop off the face of the planet!

Anyone know how to find people from highschool? I have been to classmates.com but I was wondering if anyone knew of other sites. I'm looking for a girl I was friends with both in grade school and high school. Her name back then was Shannon Dube. If anyone knows her or knows of any other websites that help locate old classmates I would love to hear from you. How about OTHER than classmates.com since I have stated I've been there.

Wilmington Illinois? Can anyone please tell me the name of the high school in Wilmington Il I am trying to locate a long lost friend who attended school there via classmates.com but I need to know the name of the school. Thanx in advance! Sandy

What are some good websites to find old friends? I know about classmates.com, reunion.com, and alumni.com, and our schools alumni database, but there are some of my friends from high school that are not listed. Currently I tried locating them on netdetective.com but to no avail. Where else can I look? Sorry - forgot about those. I have facebook and myspace also.

Attention All AUSSIES? hi my names megan and i am trying to locate old classmates from south australia.... if you or if you know of anyone who attended the following schools and grades in the years listed please let me know... 1) Ceduna Area School reception to yr 7 (1981 to 1988) 2) Caritas College Port Augusta years 7 to 9 & year 12 (1988 to 1990 & also 1993) 3) Port Augusta High School years 9 to 11 (1990 to 1992) it would be great to find old classmates as a reunion could become possible.... i also know of a few names from: Ceduna Area School-- Amy Rayson (nee Brooks), Shannon Taheney, Angela Rose, Marcus Tanke, Cherie&Donna Champion(twins),Jocelyn Young Caritas College-- Wendy Barnes, Sarah Zanker, Megan Moriaty, Paul Khosa, Nicholas Cheesman, Cameron Wallace, Joe D'aloia, Kate Sowerby Port Augusta High-- Nathaniel Stuart, Robert Cameron, Leigh Taylor(f), Corey McKenzie, Nathan Little, Jodie Chilvers, Nadia Hobbs, Dean Knight, Creon Grantham, Leonie Frith, Michelle Duke, Mathew Zada,Jeffry Bull

How do you find a long lost love? I am divorced from a 20 year marriage and have been thinking about my high school sweetheart lately. I know he is still single, never married because I have come across his picture on match.com but he's not an active member and hasn't been for months. But I have tried people search, classmates, zaba search trying to locate a number for him. Are there any suggestions of other search engines or means of locating people who you've lost contact with over the years. Any suggestions would be appreciated. Thanks

Do you find the source credible? Byline: Karen Zapf Jul. 8--Allegheny County District Attorney Stephen A. Zappala Jr. has a plan to cut down on fighting and violence in the Woodland Hills and Pittsburgh Public Schools districts. Zappala's office will set up a system to handle cases involving assaults on teachers, police officers and students, he said Monday. Through an agreement with Common Pleas Court, Assistant District Attorney Patrick Schulte and one juvenile court judge will be assigned to cases involving the two school districts, he said. Judge Kim Clark, who heads the Family Division, will hear the cases two days a month, said Jim Rieland, administrator of juvenile probation. Rieland said of 259 cases of aggravated assaults on teachers from Sept. 1, 2007, through May 15, 182 originated from Pittsburgh Public Schools and 42 were from Woodland Hills. Aggravated assaults on teachers constitute everything from touching, shoving or pushing a teacher to injuries a teacher suffers while breaking up fights between students, Rieland said. "We are not going to permit that to continue," Zappala vowed. "We want the schools to be safe." Zappala became involved in Woodland Hills in November, after then-Swissvale police Chief James Ohrman complained that school officials repeatedly failed to notify police about serious criminal offenses in schools. West Junior High School is located in Swissvale. When student fights and teacher injuries came to a boiling point again in spring, Zappala assigned detectives from his office and the Violent Crime Firearms Task Force to periodically visit the high school campus in Churchill and check vehicles and monitor students' activities. Zappala said he doesn't prefer to have "a police state on campus." He expects the continuity of a single prosecutor and judge to result in better handling of cases because they would become acquainted with students. "I'm hoping for the same success that we've had with domestic-abuse prosecutions," Zappala said. "Repeat offenders are treated differently than first-time offenders." He said he aims for better coordination with Shuman Juvenile Detention Center. That pleases Swissvale police Chief Greg Geppert, who said students taken to Shuman often came to school the next day. "Our problem is getting juvenile court to do something with (students involved in fights and other violent acts)," Geppert said. The chief said he worries about what might happen when nearly 300 students from East Junior High School in Turtle Creek, which is closing, come to West Junior High this fall. "I expect a lot of problems with that," said Geppert, who wants to assign a second resource officer to West Junior High. Zappala's plan would address elementary students by introducing an anti-bullying program modeled after one from Cape Coral, Fla., where a student committed suicide in 2005 after being bullied by a classmate. The plan would direct school districts to develop a policy regarding bullying and harassment, and to report instances to parents of bullies and victims. David Johnston, director of pupil personnel services in Woodland Hills, said the district implemented a bullying policy during the most recent school year. "It has helped children who may not think that something is bullying behavior (to) look at what they're doing," Johnston said.

Please read my story for me. I need to know if it's worth continuing...? Life is a tricky thing. At a glance, it seems strong, sturdy, like an intricate web created of various strands of obstacles, heartbreak, and happiness. We go about life in a leisurely pace, taking all it has to offer for granted. We do as we please- no worries, no guilt, no regret. And then something tragic happens, forcing us to see the concept of life as it really is- a fragile, delicate force that can just as easily be shattered as a piece of glass. It is then, in that everlasting time of revelation, that we find ourselves wishing we would have done things a bit differently. After it happened, I found myself thinking mightily hard about the things I wish I could have done differently that day. I wish I would have paid more attention to my best friend when she complained about her lack of a love life; I wish would have mustered up the courage to ask my crush, Ethan McAllister, to the spring formal; I even wish I would have put in a bit more effort to be a good role model for my little sister, Tabitha. But mostly, I wish I would have listened to my mother and stayed in for the night instead of taking my dog for a walk. Because maybe then I’d still be alive….  It was a particularly quiet evening in the sleepy town of Ravenwood, Ohio. So quiet in fact, I was certain one could hear a pin drop, even on the soft rain dampened patches of grass lining the sidewalk. It was as deserted as a ghost town on the route I’d chosen for our walk. Abandoned houses lined an empty street, rickety privacy fences protected lawns from strangers that just weren’t there, and naked trees swayed softly in the breeze, casting skeletal shadows across the ground. It was so peaceful a night, one couldn’t blame me for being at ease and unaware of the danger lurking ahead. I took advantage of the seclusion and took this brief time to clear my head of the many annoyingly persistent worries eating at me. I was your typical high-school ‘geek’. I kept a four-point-o grade point average, enjoyed my status as team captain of the Science Club, and helped tutor a few of my less-education-oriented classmates. I had a busy life and with a busy life came great responsibility, which is putting it mildly. My mother worried about my stress level, but, stubborn as I was, I assured her that staying busy was good for me. It meant I didn’t have to dwell on the fact that I was socially inept, awkward, and unhappy with myself for reasons even I couldn’t pin-point. I was mulling over the upcoming spring formal when it happened. We’d just rounded the corner onto Oakland Drive, a road that would take me all the way into midtown, where the elementary school was located, when Faith started to act funny. She halted to a stop. Her canine stature growing rigid as she growled at the dark abyss behind an old two story home on the corner. I frowned down at her in confusion. “What’s the matter, Faithy?” I asked, tightening my grip on her leash to prevent her from bolting away. What could she possibly be growling at? I wondered. Nothing was there….she must have just…. Faith tensed at the exact same time I felt the electrical charge in the air. Before I had time to wonder about it however, I was knocked back onto the sidewalk by something strong and powerful. My head cracked against the cement, causing black dots to dance before my eyes. “What the-?” It was then I realized something…or rather someone was on top of me. I looked up...and let loose a bloodcurdling scream. Straddling me was a man covered in bloody gashes, dirt, and tattered clothing. His eyes were completely black, revealing nothing but hunger. Hunger for me? For money? For my…life? But it wasn’t his eyes, which were filled with the darkest intentions that frightened me most. It was the ivory fangs he bared at me. They gleamed maliciously under the milky white light of the moon. I gasped when I saw them, choking my screams off in a jumble of resignation, astonishment, and fear. Somehow I knew, in that brief moment I had to look into the face of my attacker, that I was going to die. The way he was staring at me…at my neck, told me he had no intention of letting me live. And when he bent his head and buried his fangs in my neck, I began to cry. My struggles and my screams were totally useless, but still I kept hoping for a miracle, hoping that a sudden adrenaline rush would give me the strength to wrestle him off of me and save my life. But this Fanged Man was strong. He had arms like steel that kept me pinned where I lay. A current of electricity or something like it radiated from him like a generator, causing a painful prickling sensation that I could only describe as a watered down version of electrocution to arise wherever his body touched mine. In a matter of seconds, the life slowly drained away from my body. It wasn’t how the mystery novels I’d read described it. It was a painful process that seemed to take an eternity. It began with darkness slowly fraying away the edges of my vision,

What do I make of this? I dated a guy 8 years ago back in college. About two weeks ago, I registered at a reunion website noticed that his guy has searched for me this past year. I googled him and saw that he was married in 2006. Why then was he searching for me 2007? Also, when I logged into classmates.com search, I noticed that, although he didn't attend my high school, he submitted himself as attending. Do you think that was to locate me? I've tried contacting him through facebook and myspace but he won't return any of my messages. I'm not looking for a relationship with him (I'm already in a different one and like i said he is married), but what am I supposed to make of it? What should it do? It's starting to stress me out!

helpp my writting so far? Parting with my wings was one of the hardest acts I had ever completed. I’d imagine the feeling was similar to a human parting with a limb. However, it was necessary. I stared into the bathroom mirror, thoroughly scrutinizing my reflection for any trace of fault. I gazed into the pastel blue eyes that weren’t quite human. My long golden hair coiled smoothly in the middle of my back. Along with my pallid complexion and tall, slender physique I was beautiful-even for an angel. “Alivette”, my human father called my name from downstairs. It was for this human; I had parted with my wings, sentenced myself here to California and also agreed to attend human high school. Up until a while ago I had never met my human father. Instead for the past sixteen years, I had resided with my angel mother amongst the other angels. Over the past week, I had begun to grow fond of this stranger. Guy Slater was genuine and had a certain charisma that made him affable and easy to get along with. “Alivette”, my father repeated again, “ready for school?” School...Guy had enrolled me last week into the local high school. However the forms had taken some time to process-so today was my first day. The thought of an angel having to attend human school was preposterous. It was rare for an angel to have both one human and one angel parent- though rarer still that the angel child would actually spend time with their human parent. “I’m ready to go” I lied, feeling anything but ready. I jogged down the stairs with my books in my arms. Guy wished me luck for my first day and I reluctantly dragged my feet out the front door. The air was cold and misty; it was an overcast day with occasional streaks of sunlight peeping through the clouds. The temperature was nice and a pleasant breeze blew across my face. I eventually reached the car that Guy had allowed me to borrow. It was his second-hand Toyota Camry, which he had bought a few years back. It look new; apart from the few dints and scratches that decorated its’ borders. I slid into the drivers’ seat and closed the silver door behind me. I exhale deeply, turned the keys and the engine spluttered to life. After taking a few wrong turns, it took around fifteen minutes to arrive the school. At first glance it was easy to presume it was just an ordinary building. If it were not for the fact that the parking-lot was swarmed with teenage students, I would have most probably continued down the narrow street. The car park held close to its’ full capacity, but I managed to find a parking space next to dark purple Ute. I snatched the class timetable and school map that Guy has given me a few days earlier and attempted to commit to memory the route to my first class, Biology. After assuring myself that I could successfully locate my first hour classroom, I grudgingly climbed out of the car. The car park still remained a playground of human banter and conversation. I swiftly made my way to my grey locker and stored away anything that I wouldn’t need for my first class. I successfully found my way to the classroom. All the other students had two desks shoved together so that they were with a partner. Not me: the teacher allocated me a lone desk nearest to the window. After calling the role and having everyone stare at me, class commenced. When Mr. Ripley announced to the class that we would be studying human anatomy from our textbook, I felt at ease. Human anatomy was essentially Angel anatomy- minus the wings. I flipped through the pages of the Biology book and found that it was rather standard. The class dragged on- though my classmates never ceased glancing or staring at me. Occasionally, I would look up to find some human student snuffling a glace in my direction. Though the instant I turned my gaze on them, they would drop their eyes. Isn’t rude to stare? The morning continued in exactly the same manner, both teachers and students gawking whenever “Alivette” was called. I tried to assure myself that this was just normal procedure. However, I couldn’t help but consider that they suspected something was amiss. In about my third class, I started to recognize some of the faces of students that had taken my earlier classes. A few waved and introduced themselves. However it was a half-hearted attempt to make me feel welcome-which failed miserably. I had managed to make my way to the canteen without getting lost. There were so many students eating and talking at the top of their lungs that it was overwhelming. This was insanity-chaos. “Alivette, right...?” I turned to see a pretty girl with curly, long, red hair and freckles facing me with a warm smile placed on her lips. “Hi I’m Avery... Avery Greene”, she continued on, in a high-pitch soprano. “You look a little lost, would you like to sit with us?” She patted an unoccupied seat on her right. “Sure”, I said brightly and without hesitation. There were already several other humans sitting around the white plastic table. She introduced all

help sdfsdfsdgfnsdfjkgdskjvgkfdjvgkd? my book so far Parting with my wings was one of the hardest acts I had ever completed. I’d imagine the feeling was similar to a human parting with a limb. However, it was necessary. I stared into the bathroom mirror, thoroughly scrutinizing my reflection for any trace of fault. I gazed into the pastel blue eyes that weren’t quite human. My long golden hair coiled smoothly in the middle of my back. Along with my pallid complexion and tall, slender physique I was beautiful-even for an angel. “Alivette”, my human father called my name from downstairs. It was for this human; I had parted with my wings, sentenced myself here to California and also agreed to attend human high school. Up until a while ago I had never met my human father. Instead for the past sixteen years, I had resided with my angel mother amongst the other angels. Over the past week, I had begun to grow fond of this stranger. Guy Slater was genuine and had a certain charisma that made him affable and easy to get along with. “Alivette”, my father repeated again, “ready for school?” School...Guy had enrolled me last week into the local high school. However the forms had taken some time to process-so today was my first day. The thought of an angel having to attend human school was preposterous. It was rare for an angel to have both one human and one angel parent- though rarer still that the angel child would actually spend time with their human parent. “I’m ready to go” I lied, feeling anything but ready. I jogged down the stairs with my books in my arms. Guy wished me luck for my first day and I reluctantly dragged my feet out the front door. The air was cold and misty; it was an overcast day with occasional streaks of sunlight peeping through the clouds. The temperature was nice and a pleasant breeze blew across my face. I eventually reached the car that Guy had allowed me to borrow. It was his second-hand Toyota Camry, which he had bought a few years back. It look new; apart from the few dints and scratches that decorated its’ borders. I slid into the drivers’ seat and closed the silver door behind me. I exhale deeply, turned the keys and the engine spluttered to life. After taking a few wrong turns, it took around fifteen minutes to arrive the school. At first glance it was easy to presume it was just an ordinary building. If it were not for the fact that the parking-lot was swarmed with teenage students, I would have most probably continued down the narrow street. The car park held close to its’ full capacity, but I managed to find a parking space next to dark purple Ute. I snatched the class timetable and school map that Guy has given me a few days earlier and attempted to commit to memory the route to my first class, Biology. After assuring myself that I could successfully locate my first hour classroom, I grudgingly climbed out of the car. The car park still remained a playground of human banter and conversation. I swiftly made my way to my grey locker and stored away anything that I wouldn’t need for my first class. I successfully found my way to the classroom. All the other students had two desks shoved together so that they were with a partner. Not me: the teacher allocated me a lone desk nearest to the window. After calling the role and having everyone stare at me, class commenced. When Mr. Ripley announced to the class that we would be studying human anatomy from our textbook, I felt at ease. Human anatomy was essentially Angel anatomy- minus the wings. I flipped through the pages of the Biology book and found that it was rather standard. The class dragged on- though my classmates never ceased glancing or staring at me. Occasionally, I would look up to find some human student snuffling a glace in my direction. Though the instant I turned my gaze on them, they would drop their eyes. Isn’t rude to stare? The morning continued in exactly the same manner, both teachers and students gawking whenever “Alivette” was called. I tried to assure myself that this was just normal procedure. However, I couldn’t help but consider that they suspected something was amiss. In about my third class, I started to recognize some of the faces of students that had taken my earlier classes. A few waved and introduced themselves. However it was a half-hearted attempt to make me feel welcome-which failed miserably. I had managed to make my way to the canteen without getting lost. There were so many students eating and talking at the top of their lungs that it was overwhelming. This was insanity-chaos. “Alivette, right...?” I turned to see a pretty girl with curly, long, red hair and freckles facing me with a warm smile placed on her lips. “Hi I’m Avery... Avery Greene”, she continued on, in a high-pitch soprano. “You look a little lost, would you like to sit with us?” She patted an unoccupied seat on her right. “Sure”, I said brightly and without hesitation. There were already several other humans sitting around the whi

Any Oltmans on Yahoo? I've asked this before and was told to go to Classmates etc.This person is not on Classmates. I'm looking for an old friend. Her maiden name was Shelly Oltman. We went to Ooltewah High School together in Chatt., Tenn.She also went to Notre Dame High in Chattanooga. Soon after she moved to South Carolina and I moved 9 times after I was married and we lost touch. I would so love to talk to her again but can't seem to locate her so I will just post this questions in hopes that a related Oltman happens upon it.

Any Oltmans? I've asked this before and was told to go to Classmates etc.This person is not on Classmates. I'm looking for an old friend. Her maiden name was Shelly Oltman. We went to Ooltewah High School together in Chatt., Tenn.She also went to Notre Dame High in Chattanooga. Soon after she moved to South Carolina and I moved 9 times after I was married and we lost touch. I would so love to talk to her again but can't seem to locate her so I will just post this questions in hopes that a related Oltman happens upon it.

Treasure the fantasy or make it real? When I was 13, my first crush moved away out of state - I was devastated; I looked to the heavens and swore that I would find her again before I died. It is now 26 years later and my sporadic, casual attempts to locate her online over the years has yielded my first reply - an old classmate who was a friend in high school where she moved to. He has the capability of reconnecting me with my first love, who has remained 13 in my memory and dreams all my life. The question: Keep the memory as it has always been, or reconnect with a 39 year old woman who is now a stranger? Note: I'm happily married w/kids; the Mrs. is OK with my meeting her (she's a former classmate also). The woman is unmarried, according to what I know.

Shelly Oltman, Chattanooga, Tennessee? I've asked this before and was told to go to Classmates etc.This person is not on Classmates. I'm looking for an old friend. Her maiden name was Shelly Oltman. We went to Ooltewah High School together in Chatt., Tenn.She also went to Notre Dame High in Chattanooga. Soon after she moved to South Carolina and I moved 9 times after I was married and we lost touch. I would so love to talk to her again but can't seem to locate her so I will just post this questions in hopes that a related Oltman happens upon it.

I caught my wife in an emotional affair? Back in October, I found my wife was involved in an emotional affair with an old flame from High School.....one that wanted to marry her. She picked another guy, had three kids with him and they were later divorced after 11 years when I met her and married her and have brought up her kids for the last 10 years. She contacted this old high school flame (who is divorced) first on classmates and their email messages became more graphic. This lasted for a month. When she wouldn't "promise him" she would sleep with him after they had planned to meet while I was deer hunting, he located me and sent me all of their emails...... His intent was I would blow up and divorce her. After our confrontation, my wife swore they had not met in 23 years, however, I believe the contact with this guy excited her, even though our daily sex life is what I believe to be perfect..... This is both our second marriage and I remain devastated as I don't believe this is over. I love her kids as if they are mine and still completely adore my wife although I no longer trust her. Since October, I believe my wife has reinstated phone and email contact. I went to the point of placing a monitoring system on our computer and checking incoming and outgoing calls. However, she has learned how to use internet explorer and firefox encryption programs to hide email activity and the incoming and outgoing phone calls to the home and her cell will show occasional blocked or "out-of-area" calls that don't show the phone number...... so I have no proof if this "affair" is again ongoing....although I know encryption blacks out certain emails she sends every few days as they do not appear on my monitoring system. After the original "biggest mistake of her life" as she claims it......she swears no contact has ever occurred again since October when I ask her. Now, I find that there are websites that allow texting through her phone with "data calls" using her hotmail email account that do not show up on the cell phone bills. Also, occasional times when she is gone for a few hours "just shopping" but buys nothing. I guess I have to know one way or the other and now intend to install a tracking device on her car to review where she goes. I really want to trust her again as I do love her but desperately need proof she is no longer communicating or meeting up with this guy. Right now, just her word is not enough. Really need to know if this might be all in my imagination or is she still consumed with him. She knows I will immediately leave her if she is seeing anyone else. It is very difficult trying to remain the loving husband and father right now. Any other ideas on how I can confirm she is remaining faithful without just going on blind trust? God I hate the new electronic age that promotes secrecy and affairs and now makes it so complicated to find out what is really going on........if anything.. Is my imagination and the hurt from the prior contact making me paranoid now? I do not want to assume her guilty without proof....... Should I just forget about this and hope another bomb shell doesnt happen in the future?

I did online searches, pl give me the ph number/email of Manoj Mody, Director Ahmedngar polymers, MIDC A'nagar I have tried to google it, done yahoo people search in India, tried reunion.com, all sites for classmates, batchmates, everything possible but the searches always give me telephone numbers, addressess or emails for all the Manoj Modys living in United States not the one that I am looking for that studied in Sacred Heart Convent High School, Ahmednagar and was the Director of Ahmednagar Polymers, located in C 40, MIDC, Ahmednagar, India. Please find for me his telephone number, I have his old ones but they are not good anymore because they are 10 years old. I will be eternally thankful to you, A long lost school friend.

What do you think about my essay? Your feedback is very appreciated! :)? I'm trying to join National Honor Society, and an essay is required. I've been working on it for a while, but I need some more opinions. Please let me know what you think! Throughout my years as a student at the Mount Horeb High School, I feel I have met and exhibited all requirements for National Honor Society. It is an honor to have the opportunity to be in NHS, and I feel I should be accepted for a number of reasons. Although I have no official leadership positions in my school community, I feel that I exhibit leadership in many facets of my life. For example, when in school, I try to be a good example and help classmates wherever they may need it. In addition, various teachers have told me I have excellent leadership skills. At work, I take initiative and find jobs to do and complete them to the best of my ability. I set a positive example for other co-workers and stay on task. I also tutor a Spanish class during school in which I like to find different ways to help students understand new concepts. Additionally, I tutor children at the Intermediate Center where I help to keep them focused while they complete their homework after school. I try to be sure they understand all their subjects and finish each assignment before continuing. I believe my true character has been demonstrated in a number of ways. My first example is helping others in need. I am participating in the Linus Project, which makes blankets for those who need support in times of trauma and I am trying to register to become a volunteer at UW-Hospital. I gladly donate my time to help others and, while I work, I always make an extra effort to be sure others have everything they need. I offer to help people find, carry, and reach anything they may need. I help my employers and co-workers with any tasks that need to be completed and put forth a constant effort to be sure others are without avoidable stress. Secondly, I am always willing to listen. When others are arguing or having trouble, I try to mediate and help them settle their problems with little complication. I also purchased an outfit and a toy for donation to The Giving Tree because I feel it is important that everyone have their spirits lifted, especially around the holidays. Self-disciplined, concentrated, and self-determined are all terms I believe describe me and my scholarship achievements. I have maintained a 4.0 or higher grade point average for most semesters in my high-school career, was on High Honor Roll, and am currently getting straight A’s. I stay focused during class, study for tests to earn the best grade possible, and get my assignments done on time. I received a score of 29 on my ACT, and am taking it again to further raise my score. I plan to take two Advanced Placement courses during my senior year in order to challenge myself and expand my knowledge. I provide service for my community through my volunteering at the Middle School and Intermediate Center, and my help at the local grocery store where I am employed. I always keep a positive attitude and spread my outlook to others. At home, I aim to be of assistance to my parents, siblings, and my niece whenever I can. I like to be sure they are happy, as well as do anything in my power to make their days go by smoothly. This includes doing chores around the house, babysitting my niece for my older sister, and using my car to drive my younger sister to school, home, and to other activities so my parents can free their time. I would now like to take this opportunity to address my attendance record. Although I have never had an unexcused absence, and have better attendance now, I did have more unexcused tardies throughout my sophomore year than I should have. Nearly all of them were during second semester Mixed Choir, which is not located anywhere near my other classes. While this is no excuse, I would also like to point out that I have certainly improved my attendance record. I do hope this aberration in my character will not hinder my chances of being selected to join National Honor Society. In conclusion, of the almost seventy-five eligible students, I think I should be chosen because I will continually meet all requirements of NHS and am prepared to contribute and service the society. If allowed, I am willingly available to assist with and take part of functions of NHS. Thank you for your consideration. Thanks! When I edit/copied it from Microsoft Word, my indentations were removed. The max word limit is 750, and I'm at 745. Can you give me more specific advice..? It is being printed out, but not mailed. This is for high school, not college National Honor Society. What do you mean by the format..?

6 year old suddenly really insecure? My husband is military, and we were recently located to a new state. My son had just enough time to finish Kindergarten before we left, and did very well. But now that he's faced with the prospect of starting a new school, he is suddenly terrified. He's afraid he won't be able to make friends. He's afraid he won't do well (his teacher said he was way ahead of his classmates in Kindergarten), he's afraid his teacher won't like him. It also doesn't help that his old school was a small, private school where I was teaching. I rarely saw him during the day, but he did know I was there. He said he's afraid because I won't be there anymore (I'll be at the high school that is literally a block from his school). To make things worse, this insecurity is bleeding into other things. He's doing incredibly well in learning to ride his bike, but insists that he's not good at it because he hasn't gotten the hang of turning corners yet. He got distracted by a bird while driving his power wheels car today, and drove it into a ditch, and now says he's not good at that either. I've tried to reassure him that he's doing just fine, and that he's going to have no problem making friends and doing well in school, but so far it hasn't worked. Any tips on how to make this transition easier for him?

help edit this essay.? To whom it may Concern I think that as a senior at Medford High School you should have the opportunity to have an educational learning trip experience. I know that in the past people have done some inappropriate things during their senior trip, but this trip would be different. This trip would include learning and fun at the same time. I think that learning about the World Trade Center would be a good learning experience. I think that we deserve to learn about something that changed America forever. For instance I think that going to New York and learning about Ground Zero which use to be were the World Trade Center was located at would be an amazing experience. By going to Ground Zero we would have the opportunity to learn about the businesses that use to take place there and also learn about how New York changed after the World Trade Center was gone. I know that many of us did not know exactly what the center was until it was gone. I know that my fellow classmates would enjoy learning about something we did not even know existed until it was gone. I think that we could also visit the pentagon and even go shopping in New York’s most popular stores. I think that we would all learn and benefit from this opportunity. In conclusion I think that Medford High School Seniors deserve the opportunity and should be given the opportunity to go on an educational senior trip. I think that an educational senior trip would be better than not to go anywhere. I would like to learn about something that went down in history. I think we deserve the opportunity to learn about something that changed the world. Sincerely Cristina Carranza

People in my CLASS are CHEATING ON TESTS? The other day I, along with my classmates, took an AP Economics midterm, which happened to count for both the midterm grade (which is factored into your end of the year grade) AND for 30% of the marking period grade (this was one of 3 tests, each worth 30%). I'm currently a senior in high school, and just today I found out that a bunch of people in another class (still AP Econ, same teacher, but different block) cheated on the exam. Here's how they did it (according to some other people): 1. The test was part of an AP Exam that was never actually released, but is still available on the internet (NOT on collegeboard). 2. During the class period prior to taking THIS multiple choice test, the students had completed an FRQ section of the complete exam 3. Some kids googled the name of the FRQ, and by doing this they found a link which provided them with the SAME FRQ along with answers to a multiple choice section, which, at that time, they had not taken YET. Both were located together 4. Those kids printed out the multiple choice section, which had the letter answers next to each question. (there were 60 questions in total). 5. When they went to take the MC portion of the exam, they found out that it was indeed the exact same thing they'd found on the internet. ***Now, I'm PISSED OFF because I thought it was ridiculously hard and I most likely failed. Of course, my failing can't be blamed on other students, but the fact that they CHEATED and most likely got better grades than me is what bothers me. They simply memorized "B,D,C,A......" One kid who cheated said he got a 97% on the test. I know that he would never be able to achieve that on his own. The tests are designed so that a person who normally pulls C's wouldn't suddenly get an A. Another kid wrote answers on his shoe. AGGH I wish the econ teacher would realize this and just let everyone retake a different test that's NOT on the fucking internet. What should I do? I don't really have anything against the guy who told me he cheated, but some of the other people I really dislike because they're always cheating (not just in econ). You know? They're just really.....sleazy The people who found out and didn't cheat (including me) are pretty upset too... Well, MIDYEAR REPORTS are going out soon, and colleges are gonna see that I have low marks in econ :/ It's only seniors who cheated, probably cause they're worried about the same thing. But STILL... My econ teacher (he's male) also teaches a LAW class, so he's very strict about cheating. I heard that he has a webcam he uses to watch people during tests (even though it looks like he's not paying attention), but if that's true then he should've caught them

Why do you people think ALL Muslims are terrorists and killers? Why the hell do you think that? I mean, do you think that French, and British and American people who come work in Muslim countries get killed? Just because there are some ignorants who wrongfully claim the right of killing innocents to "spread Islam"??? If you have been a little more precise rather than repeating what mass media says or what others say, you would find out that regular Muslims (99% of them) think these terrorists are absolutely wrong, including high religion figures (In fact, the highest religion figures)!! Seriously, I study in a French school located in a Muslim country, do you think I kill my classmates and teachers :). It's really shocking for me to see all these posts about Muslims, where people just transform them into monsters : Prejudice, you don't even know what an Arab or Muslim is!! Ok, maybe I did generalise :p Around here, we have the image of the American who hates Muslims Ok then sorry, why do you people who hate Muslims It's really odd how you tonks_op believe in rumors that easy... We do not believe that the Christ is the son of God, we believe that he is his messenger! This is true, but we do not kill for that. What you are saying that all Christians in the country I live in are dead, then. And how dare you say we treat women like dogs???? Did you even know that there is a huge difference between Taliban in Afghanistan (Extremists) and us in the Middle-East and Northern Africa? Do you know why women put a headdress (By the way the veil is not an obligation)? Please KNOW what you are talking about Risha, if you think Islam is torturing, how come more and more people concert to Islam?? When you said that the true way to going to heaven is Jihad, I agree, but you haven't completed your thoughts. You have to read the whole thing, not half of it!!It's the internal Jihad!! It consists of getting away from sins THIS is the best Jihad, as Allah said. Did you actually know tere's a church in Qatar?In Koweit? Lebanon, Syria, Algeria Morrocco Tunisia, Bahrein?? Do you think these churches get blown up?? conversing by e-mail, it's simpler :)

What does seeing a dead classmate in my dreams mean? ok dis is da full version of da dream I attended primary n high school from the age of 13-15 with a male classmate whose name was Sam(i have changed da name for security reasons).He was a normal,average kid who at times gets on my nerves just like some of the naughty boys in my class.Well boys will be boys.U know how boys jus want to get attention .Well I moved on to higher forms n he didnt cos he failed his major exams.I dint take much notice because they were so many others who failed as well. Roughly four years later,i heard da news of a tragic car accident,which involved da death of Sam.He was on a drinking spree with his friends and they ran into a pole which caused his demise.He had a severe head injury and was pronounced dead on the scene.I took da news as just any other car accident news. A year later in my third year in University i started to have a severe case of stress.Iam a very religious person so one night i fell off to sleep and this is my 1st dream of Sam: "I found myself walking through primary school on the road towards da gate home.Now on da way we normally have a canteen shop n a classroom.So i stopped at the canteen shop and bought myself sweets.I ate it (i am not sure now if i did).Later i saw my cousin joined me(we used to attend primary school 2getha).On our way towards da gate.Someone called out my name "jisu jisu i've been calling you why didnt you hear me".I looked and i saw Sam he was sitting on da stairs of da classroom i just managed to see da side of his face.My cousin just scolded him n we continued down the road. 2nd dream of Sam(my dead classmate) It occurred earlier dis year after watching a very spritual testimony by a famous preacher Dr Miles Munroe.I went to bed and dis is what i saw: "Images flashed before my eyes -i saw myself in a business suit,i was shown my office (a cubicle i couldnt believe it i kept asking "is dis really my seat?"),then i saw myself in my home town looking upto my accounting tutors shop it had a fancy sign in blue which i was admiring,on da road away from da town i heard a teenager say"Hey Tyra has been asking for yer"(Tyra was my bestfriend is high sch,we've lost contact but she is still alive).I replied "I've been busy with UNI exams".Finally i saw myself talking to a gal of my age we were sitting facing each other on a table in what seems to be our home town hospital.We decided to leave for home.We then decided to take the shortcut.The shortcut where we headed turned out to be a construction site(where a church is located in reality).As we approched da core of da construction site dis gal squatted down on the ground,for some odd reason i did the same.After a while i decided to head back where i came from i said "I am going"As i stood up,one of the man who was constructing a structure called out "Wait,dont go". As i turned my back i heard someone call my name "jisu jisu".I turned around everything else seem to be a blur but i could clearly see Sam smiling at me."Sam,Sam"I called out.I made my way towards him and held out my hand n smiling i shook his hand. Thats when i woke up.I realised Sam is dead. My mum thinks that Sam is in purgatry(our Catholic belief that its a temporary place where christian sinners are punished before they enter heaven". PLEASE WHAT DO YOU THINK?HELP

depressed and homesick? Over the summer my family moved from California to Illinois, and i'm finding myself pretty unhappy here. (I'm 13.) School is a burden for me. There's a lot more work here, and i feel completely stressed and overwhelmed with it all. I AM doing well. I got a 4.0 on my first report card here. But i have to work my butt off to keep my grades that high. I constantly worry about falling behind. My english teacher has no mercy. Not a day goes by where we don't have a huge essay or project to work on! And in tech lab, we have lessons in things like Hydraulics and Engineering and Stress. Everyone here has been learning it for 2 years now. Its all completely new for me! I'm usually exhausted all day, since school starts so early. And our lunch period is so late, i can't even focus in half my classes. I'm so scared i'm going to fail. I could deal with all that, I suppose, but theres more to it. I feel so out of place and insecure at school. I've always been pretty shy, but it feels worse here. Theres over 1000 kids here. There was only 360 kids in my old school. Its also located in a very rich area. Most of my classmates live in mansions, and have tons of money. I'm from one of the few middle class areas zoned to the district. People aren't that mean to me. (Some stupid jocks bug me sometimes, and occasionally i'll hear a girl make a snide remark, but thats it.) They usually just ignore me entirely. I have 6 or 7 friends. I'm close with some of them, but others i don't really know that well. I had 2 VERY close friends in California. I miss them like crazy. Mainly i just feel like i don't belong at school. And cuz we're paying a huge mortgage now, my family can't afford to go out and do anything fun on weekends. Which has left me bored and isolated. I've watched so much TV, i think my brain is rotting. I hate sitting at home bored. Then theres THE WEATHER. I cannot stand the miserable cold and gray weather. It makes me even more depressed. I miss the sun. I know that was really long, and half of you probably think i'm a whiny brat. I know there are people much worse off than me, and i AM grateful for what i have. The school i'm going to is one of the top school districts in the state. Even the country. We have a beautiful house. I've made some really good friends. I am grateful for that. But then why don't I feel happy? Why do i just want to go home? What can i do to get out of this slump? I have had a history of anxiety and depression. I started cutting myself when we first moved. I stopped for a few monthes, and now i do it occasionally. I am trying to stop though.

how to handle a teacher problem? Although I hate to admit it, I'm a fellow 16 year old who likes a 23 year old guy that happened to be my teacher . i was then MANHATER but he changed the my concept . He's a new face at the campus, just graduated . i dont reallt talk with those teachers, cos there are f*cked up bitches who kept insisting FAVORITISM over . t'was then first day of class..... "what the hell this stupid doing here?! where's sir vaughn.?" but hey.! he's way more better than sir vaughn, everyone jst swiped their nose . first day, he stared at me . and i was like ."uhh?! are u okay .?" located his friendster and the chats and stuffs . @ school, i suddenly heard a voice calling me. oh.! it was him . fortunately, there's a lot of empty benches within a remote distance . suddenly calls for a sit and super long chat . woahh,.! like it almost consumed two hours . until the rain ruined my day . we feel so comfy, to the level that we hit each other like bestfriends . we end up trading cellphone numbers. day after, he texted me , exchanged ideas again .[hundreds of text messages everyday or a day after the other.] keep on insisting im fun to be with, pretty, and like me. i knew the secrets he could never tell. like we were JUST friends not considering he was a teacher . everytime i'm absent, he'll probably text and ask , "aika, you're absent? i ddnt saw you ." he wont be absent sending GOOD NIGHT every night time . @ skul eventhough i'm meters away from him, he'll surely call my name and say hi or even just calling me to come over, hold my hand and say nothing. i even heard his co-teachers murmuring my name, which in fact, i dont even introduced myself to them . even my classmates noticed our closeness and teases us . but suddenly we argued about his gender [that time, it was rumored he is a GAY], and agreed not to communicate .he explained that he might lose his job or something like that . so, i said "OKAY!" its been 1 month and 19 days since our last text marathon . [wev been texting constantly for 6 mos. and now hes putng it on junk?] i badly missed him . one time he asked me, "why arent you texting anymore ?" is he on drugs? hahaha . @skul, seemed like i dont care . a week before those things happened, i saw him having a serious conversation with my adviser . but it lead us being strangers again. like we NEVER knew each other . even my classmate noticed we are in separate ways, and they too worried that they no longer have someone to send to this said teacher when thers something wrong. now, we cross ways like winds. but still our eyes meet each other without a word coming from our lips . i noticed my grade , it was before 89 down to 84 . hey! i got high scores stupid .! i just ignored considering i dont often participate at his class. it was just hard for me, because he's at the campus everyday . i see him 8 times a day or even more .! i can express my feelings at school, i fear to suffer consequences, even him wasnt aware of this. if you're in my shoe, can you handle? or am i just being paranoid over things?

Can You guys Critique My college essay please? Thank you? You can help me fix grammar, how i can make it better, how some sentences should be change and etc. you can write anything you want about it. thank you very much. i am putting my name here in case somebody say i plagiarize haha. Joseph A As I abandon my childhood behind, and trek towards my adulthood, I began to reminisce and reflect about my past and think about my future. Growing up in Ghana, which is located in West Africa surrounded by people with the familiar tint dark skin color. The neighborhood in which I was born into was uproarious and enchanting, although there are numerous factors that it lacks which results it to be defective. In this environment it’s all about morals and education which keeps citizens all motivated and optimistic. Gradually, these lessons quickly aggrandize and implanted determinations that’s amusing and beneficial. Growing up in this neighborhood was not facile to live in, waking up early in the morning just to fetch water which is located about half a mile in order to get water to school. The education system there is pretty distinguishable compared to schools in the US. Sometimes schools have to be dismissed early hence of an upcoming flood or rain. The school courses there were rigorous thus it have enable me to be knowledgeable when I came to the US. When I was informed that I will be migrating to the US I felt shocked and jubilant at the same time. The dream that I thought was beyond the bonds was being achievable. Ever since I was born, I have been cynical that I will never travel to the US because of the destitution I lived in. Since the day I have been living in the US, my theme has been “Living the American Dream and Going Back affluent to help out my Country”. This goal is very arduous to achieve but I know that with God anything is possible for me. Living in the US and adapting the culture here was one of my biggest struggles; in school I seem polite, calm and diligent, on the contrary my fellow classmates were being discourteous and disrespectful towards the teachers. I found their actions unusual because in Ghana students cannot even say a single word or act a certain way towards a teacher. The students had no type of respect towards each other and teachers; I felt lamented because of the opportunities they were wasting, while on the other side of the world somebody is struggling for a high class education. Analyzing such a demented behavior from the students gave me a notion to build a school in the future in Ghana to assist low income families. Along with adaptation of culture, I faced several issues like improving my writing skills and listening skills. The impediments kept coming while I was getting use to the lifestyle, one of them that shocked and impacted me the most is when the school board mistakenly skipped me by two grades because of some misunderstanding. The error they made created made my school work very challenging and arduous due to the fact that I was still learning English and was unknowledgeable of what was taught to me. I am proud on how far I have gotten so far in life because of criticism and people despising me, I know that I have helped my fellow peers because of my actions and personalities. Many of my neighbors use me as an example when advising their children because of my excellent rapport with them. This makes me feel that I am more than myself; it makes me feel like a role model so I should set an example for theirs so that they may follow my footsteps. My journey in life by far has been amusing and magnificent, all I am hoping for is to carry on this tremendous and perspicacious behavior to college thus I can influence and learn from my fellow scholars. Joseph A

Dream interpretation needed about dreams that I had about people in my past that didn't see eye 2 eye with me. Please, your help is sincerely appreciated. Background: 33 years old, full-time college student (senior), great GPA, no wife, no kids. Dream one: I had a dream about a person who was my former boss, Bruce, five years ago. I used to be a full-time radio announcer in real life, and he was the man who hired me and let me go a year and a half later. He no longer works at the radio station. I was in the far corner of the back of a Kroger grocery store parking lot, and I happened to see Bruce, my former boss. It was just pure coincidence that we saw each other at that moment. In spite of my unpleasant feelings toward him, I said hello to him and I asked him how he was doing. He said, "Oh, I'm doing fine (in a matter-of-fact way). Then he asked me, kind of in a half-joking & sarcastic, halfway serious way, "How would you like your old job back?" I thought about it for a few seconds, and I said, "sure." He looked very surprised, as if he didn't expect me to except his offer. Then, in a surprised tone of voice of disbelief, he said, “you do?” I replied, “Sure, as long as everything is the same as when I left (same hours, same pay, etc). He said to me, “Oh yes, everything’s the same. So you really want your old job back? When can you start?” Then I said, “I can start this afternoon at 5:00 pm” (which is unusual, because I used to be a radio announcer from 6-10 am, and not in the afternoon). A few minutes later, I saw my mom and told her what had happened, and she said, “I cannot believe it. Your father is going to flip when he hears this (“flip” probably in a very bad way, because in real life he and I were fired on the same day from the same company, from the same boss- - we worked as DJs on the same radio station in real life). The next thing I knew, I was working in the same building, but in a different room, and I was sorting through old posters and promotional CDs from various recording/music artists, all of which were about 5 or 6 years old. Then, I hear the voice of my former boss, and he said to me “Do you have any questions that you want to ask me before I leave?” to which I replied, “No, no questions.” My former boss left the room, and then I began to wonder about my salary, my hours, my days off, etc; however, he had already left by that time. I began wondering about when I was supposed to work, and I suddenly became anxious about my job working for the radio station. In my dream, I felt exactly the same way that I felt in real life when I worked for this particular radio station - - very unhappy and uncertain about my position. Dream Two: The next night, I dreamed that I was in my neighbor’s house – a neighbor that I really don’t know much about and never really talk to. However, in my dream, I was “house sitting” for this woman and her husband, and I was the only person in the house. I can’t begin to describe how lonely I felt, and how bored I was. I walked through the living room, and I felt like I was walking through a room while I was in the 1970s. Once I walked through the living room, I opened the front door and walked outside onto their front sidewalk. From there, I saw my other neighbor, Staci (who I know) walking her dog, Spanky, down the street. I asked my neighbor Staci, “Would you like to come inside the house and look around” to which she replied, “No, I better not - - that would be against the rules.” Then, I turned and was about to reenter the house, and I saw two women in their 20s sitting at an oval-shaped, cherry dining room table. One of the women was unknown to me, while the other was a woman who I had a falling out with in January 2007, who in real life briefly was my Spanish professor for about two weeks. (In real life, I dropped her class, and later told her that I objected to her treating me differently than the rest of her other students who were younger than myself - - it was a situation that upset me greatly, and it nearly caused me to change my college major. However, I eventually patched things up with her in real life, and we are civil to one another now). I could not bring myself to walk back into that house while my former Spanish professor and this other young woman was there. I felt very anxious and unhappy. Then, I suddenly found myself on a road located on the top of a mountain. I was among several college age young people, and they were all riding their bicycles. However, all of them seemed to hang in groups with one another, while I rode my bicycle alone. I really felt lonely too, in my dream. Then, I saw a former high school acquaintance/classmate that I hadn’t seen in about 15 or 16 years. But as soon as I came near him, he rode his bike down a 20 foot paved slope on the road, and I never had the opportunity to talk with him. All I could do is watch how all of the young people were happy, enjoying their youth, and they each had each other, while I rode my bike alone, feeling miserable about my life.

Have asked before(reedited) Opinions Please!!? I worked hard to format it on here. Its my book. Feedback:) Ch 1: Rich Teen Poor Attitude The sunlight illuminated through a partial opening of the velvet drapes, which faintly lit the dark bedroom. The stillness was shattered by the loud buzz of an alarm clock quickly silenced by the pound of a fist. A bed creaked, as a slim formed rose from the mound of blankets. This form, this young man, with dark caramel hair, and brown eyes was Damien Risquette. Better known as the infamous 14 year old heir to the Risquette Stock Marketing and Real Estate empire. Sluggishly Damien walked to the drapes, shivering as his bare feet touched the wood floors. Spreading open the drapes, the sunlight lit the entirety of the big bedroom. Which was clean and spotless thanks to Selena Rogue, the housemaid. Looking out the window, he took in the view of Central Park, just across the street. Yawning, he then went to the bathroom to washed up then headed to the doors opposite his bathroom which led to his walk-in closet. Automatic lights lit the closet, as Damien walked inside. Grumbling, and muttering profanity, Damien stepped over two Armani leather coats that he had threw on the floor the night before so carelessly. In the back of the closet was a drawer he opened which kept his school uniforms. He attends The Wimble Preparatory Academy. Loosening his tie, he finished the navy blue and white school uniform. Exiting the closet, and then the room he was but not even partially ready for events about to unfold. For he was to preoccupied with his angered outlook on the little things that most pay no attention to. In other words, it was another day in the life of Damien Christco Risquette. Descending to the 1st floor Damien plotted a way to convince his parents he was “sick“ and that going to school would be a bad decision. Every weekday morning, either his mother Kate, or father Joseph had to quite literally force him to school or suffer consequences to which they as parents never carried out. Today neither were home as the house was empty, much to the glee of Damien. Selena must have taken the day off Damien thought to himself as he checked the foyer, the kitchen and the family room just to be sure he was alone. With the house occupied only by himself, he basked in the event there would be no arguments or protests between his parents and himself. With his mind made up that he was not going to school, he plopped down on one of the over stuffed leather chairs in the living room, preparing to waste the day away. Flipping through the channels, Damien drifted in and out of sleep. Refusing to climb back up the 3 floors to his room, he dozed off on the chair. “Child, you better wake up.” Damien sprang awake catching his balance before he fell out of the chair. He turned behind him and saw Selena, standing in the foyer, shaking her head in utter disappointment. “You better get up and get to school”, she said sternly, Trying to create a believable lie Damien stuttered, “I-I already went to school but felt sick and got released early. Surely the school must have called to tell I would be home early.” “Yeah, the school did call, but the call was about you not even going this morning” Selena said, almost proud of herself for catching Damien in his twist of lies. Putting down her purse on the table by the front door, she walked past Damien into the kitchen where the phone was. “Today is March 17 2009,” the machines female voice stated. “You have 1 message. ‘Hello this is Patricia from the Academy, Damien once again is absent from school. This is the 12th time he’s been absent in a row. Please note that the next time this happens, the school will have to bring it up to the attention of the Board of Education of New York.’” The answering machine beeped, then turned off. Selena turned back around to face Damien who had the look of a caught fugitive. “Hmm” was she said. Simple as can be. Walking into the kitchen, to put away the dishes Selena said to Damien “your mother called on my way here. She’s returning from her business meeting in Chicago. If you go to school now, I won’t tell her you tried to pull a fast one.” Unlike his parents whom were lenient, Selena who was much like a third parent, never backed down when she made up her mind. Damien didn’t get to make the decisions when she was around. His parents were perfectly fine with it to. They were glad to have someone teaching Damien some discipline. Damien still sitting in the chair whispered under his breath. Selena turned around to face him, holding a plate in her hand and asked “did you have something to say? I hear you whispering, if you‘re going to talk speak up.” Realizing he needed to shut his mouth before that dish in Selena’s hand ended up flying in his direction, Damien quickly replied “I was just talking to myself.” “Yeah, that’s what you better have been doing” Selena warned, turning back around to the dishwasher. Damien got off the chair, walked to the closet behind him, and grabbed his backpack, and a pair of dress shoes, mandatory by the Academy to wear. “You better grab a coat. It was freezing when I was outside” Selena warned, finishing up with the dishes. “The weather looks fine, I can see outside the window” Damien smugly replied back, rolling his eyes. “You roll your eyes at me again, I’ll pick them out” Selena threatened, startling Damien who thought she had her back faced to him. “If you don’t want a coat, fine. But don’t come whining home, complaining to your parents when you get a cold” she fired back, throwing the cleaning wipe in the trash bin under the sink. “I’ll be glad if I get sick” Damien coyly replied. Selena shook her head, as she left the kitchen, to go upstairs to do laundry. Stopping in the kitchen doorway, she turned to Damien, sighed then said “you have such a hard head you know. Just for once, I wish you would just listen when someone say something to you.” Wanting to get the conversation over with, Damien grabbed a coat from the closet, almost ripping it as he yanked it off the hanger. Not getting a reply from Damien, Selena walked to the closet, to pick up two other coats that fell off their hangers, when Damien pulled his down. Sitting on the couch to put on his shoes, and stuff his jacket into his backpack, which was filled with crumbled papers and such, he said “I bet you will feel guilty one day if I run away because of how you treat me. It‘s like I‘m in military school” Selena who was headed to the staircase stopped and turned to Damien. Smiling she replied “boy, I’ll be joyous if you ran off, that’ll mean less clean up for me to do ‘round here. Also, I’m not harsh with you, I’m just trying to teach you some discipline so you grow up to be a behaved, well-mannered young man. But I can‘t make you become that person. There ain’t nobody can help or save you but yourself, I want you to remember that.” Damien pondered that thought as he stood up and walked to the front door. Selena added, “I’ll call your driver, he’ll be outside in 15 minutes or so. Now go to school and have a good day.” Opening the door, he replied “there is no good day if it’s a school day for me.” “Keep your mouth shut, you will have a good day” Selena replied. Damien pondered that thought also. Filing it away in his short-term memory he said “I’ll try that, bye.” Selena replied bye back then went upstairs to finish her work. Damien stood in the foyer still thinking about ditching school. But he knew he had to go. Someway, somehow Selena would find out. “I have eyes for the eye in the back of my head” he remembers her saying when he was a little kid, when he would try and sneak out of timeout. Reluctantly he opened the front door and slowly stepped outside. Whether Damien was ready or not, he was going to face much more than a day of school. He is going to face the real world. Where money cannot buy acceptance, and acceptance is gained from the amount of respect and dignity you hold for yourself and others. Two characteristics that are quite risqué for the Risquette’s. Ch 2: Hit and Pay Stepping out of the family’s four story home in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, Damien shivered as he realized how stupid he was and should have just taken Selena‘s word. He opened his backpack and grabbed his coat to put on. Taking a seat on one of the step outside the house, he leaned against his backpack. Looking at his clock, it read eleven o’clock. School finished at 3PM. Damien was glad that he would miss a lot of school, but sullen because he would be there for some time of school. Loudly, just for attention he swore “damn it.” A twenty-something looking woman, jogging past the Risquette’s residence stopped and stared at Damien. Shaking her head, she said within his earshot “I swear these kid’s these days, no self respect whatever. They probably think they can buy it with their daddy‘s credit card.” Loudly, Damien said “Bitc-” She stopped again, and turned around to Damien. Ready to return his remark, she regained composure, deciding to be the mature one and turned back around to continue jogging. Damien smiled cunningly. Though he would have enjoyed a verbal argument between him and the woman. A few minutes later, the limo pulled up along the curb. Hopping off the step, and grabbing his backpack Damien opened the gates and walked to the limo. He looked in the direction the lady had walked in to find her nowhere in sight. Bitter, because he realized school was eminent, Damien threw his backpack and then coat into the car. Then getting in himself, he leaned back in the seat, not feeling like putting on his seatbelt. Nicolas Gomitz, the family’s driver since Damien was born, turned around in the driver’s seat to Damien and said cheerfully “Good morning Mr. Risquette. I hear you tried to pull a fast one today. Trying to ditch school. I remember when I-” Sourly Damien groaned. His signal that he didn’t feel like hearing Nick. Nick got the message loud and clear. “Well, are you going to go or not” Damien snarled. “Wimblen Academy it is then” Nick sighed, hitting the gas pedal. The limo pulled away from the curb, in destination to Brooklyn where the Academy is. Even though he lived in Manhattan all his life, Damien still found himself staring up at the towering skyscrapers that laid throughout the city. He stared out the window as the limo drove through the city. With traffic moving semi-smoothly, the limo made swift pace toward the Manhattan Bridge. Which would lead directly to the Academy located on Fulton street. Impatient at the slow of traffic as the limo pulled into Little Italy, Nick took a swift right turn at the next light. A man, chatting away on his cell bolted across the street as the limo turned. Seeing the man, Nick slammed on the brakes throwing Damien who still wasn’t wearing a seatbelt onto the floor. The man snapped his cell shut and kicked front bumper of the limo. Nick immediately. Damien to stepped out, hearing the commotion as he got back up. “What the hell is going on here” Damien yelled. The man who almost got hit and Nick, ignored Damien and continued their screaming match. The man threatened to sue, to which got Nick swearing up a storm. By now a small crowd of people had gathered around. Damien sighed and got back in the limo, slamming the door shut. Thirty minutes later, and the dashboard clock in the limo reading 1PM the dispute was finalized with the Mr. Stewarts, the Risquette family attorney, rushing down to the incident, and going through a bunch of legal stuff of how the man was at fault for jaywalking, and was not even injured. Shaken up a little, but not injured. The man after thinking awhile agreed. Nick apologized and that was that. However, Mr. Stewart handed the man $100. Some people watching the incident, gave looks of disapproval. Especially when the man greedily took the money and walked off, pulling his cell phone out. The Risquette’s, were notorious for trying to buy their way out trouble. Money shuts people up. The family knew that, and took full advantage of it. The limo pulled up a gravel road, leading to the Academy, which lurked ominously ahead. The limo pulled in front of the school and Damien sighed, slowly opening the door. Damien really had no reasonable reason for not wanting to go to school. He wasn’t bullied, nor had anyone to fear. He was the one who was feared. A sophomore, he threatened students of any class rank. The upper grades, the junior’s and senior’s stayed clear of his way. The Risquette’s were not the people you want as an enemy. With a reputation as manipulative, Damien used his family’s power to push his backwards of the alphabet report card to a more appealing report card comprised of A’s and B’s. Grumbling again, he opened the car door and stepped out. Grabbing his backpack and blackberry, Damien leaned back out of the car. About to shut the door, he stopped when Nick said “wait, I might be little-” Damien slammed the door shut, cutting off what Nick. To the limo as it pulled from the curb he said “you better have been going to say you may be a little early.” Entering the school, Damien found the halls empty. Above the doors was a clock which read 2PM. Thinking it complete stupidity that he still had to go to school, with just one class left. He opened the school doors, about to walk out, and stopped hearing footsteps behind him. It was Mr. Grant, the Vice Principle. Sarcastically Mr. Grant said “where do you think your going? Leaving so soon after making an appearance.” Damien stared at Mr. Grant. Trying hard to project all the hate he felt into his icy stare. “Yup, that’s what I’m doing” Damien said, now looking at the lockers. “I’d appreciate you showing some respect” Mr. Grant said, irritated. “Sure, please, thank you” replied Damien. Trying hard to piss of Mr. Grant. Mr. Grant ignored Damien‘s childish remark and told him to either go to class, or receive a detention for “disrespect“. Now wanting to another “respect your self” speech from his dad, Damien chose class. With 30 minutes left, he proceeded to his 7th period class. English with Ms. Jacar. Damien had one been one of Ms. Jacar’s top students. That was five years ago when Damien was a ‘rich kid‘. Now, he’s a ‘rich, disrespectful, and spoiled teen.’Much difference one can see, Previous teachers used to say how smart he is, and how when he puts his whole heart and mind into his schoolwork he is magnificent. Comments now from his teachers border around his not attending school and disrespectful behavior. Those issues are brought to his always late parents who inform the teachers that it is “simple adolescent behavior.” Damien didn’t start his workmanship to not attend school until he entered High School. His grades suffered, and his parents remained clueless. Damien had all the symptoms to become ‘a set for life.’ So long as the money remained, and the Risquette’s kept their oversized egos. Walking into class, Damien grimaced at the familiar atmosphere of working brains, and addiction to learn. Some of the students looked up from the book they were reading. Clearly they were surprised Damien was at school. Almost as surprised as Damien was with himself for going through with the whole thing. Ms. Jacar, completely immersed in her romance novel Damien until he went to her desk and asked slightingly “What do you want me to do.” Looking up from her book prepared to reprimand a student who wasn’t paying attention, she was surprised to find it was Damien. “Hello Damien, you can just go and sit down. School‘s almost out anyway” she said eyeing the clock. Without replying back, Damien walked quickly to his desk. Which was in the back of the room next to the window. Putting his head against the window, he watched car’s pull into the parking lot. Not seeing the limo Damien snarled and put his head down on the cold desk. He could feel the stares from his classmates. Raising his head slowly, he heard the sound of pencils against paper restart. He stared at the clock. Tick…tock….tick…..tock. End of Ch. 2 Copyrighted 2008

Can you tell me what you think about this chapter of my writing? "So, what's Paramount about?" Savannah asked Judy, as she watched the unfamiliar faces pile into Mrs. Livingston's classroom. "It's okay." Judy said, playing with the rubber band that was wrapped around her left wrist as if it were a bracelet. "Although, I would like to be homeschooled one day." "Why?" Savannah asked, cleaning her glasses with her shirt. It would be awful if the girl she was beginning to become friends with just all of a sudden left the school. She was friends with a girl named Lisa in sixth grade, one of the few girls who would talk to her, and halfway through the school year she moved to an unknown place. Savannah was heartbroken by that and cried for a few days about it. "All this drama." Judy said breezily. "Like, take a look at the two over there," She pointed at the boy and girl who were sitting at the far left corner. "They are the ultimate source of drama." Savannah took a better look at the two. The girl had dark-blond hair and was wearing a multicolored peasant skirt underneath her brown ruffle top. She was extremely pretty and had a friendly aurora about her. The boy, on the other hand, was tall, athletic looking, and had dirty-brown hair. He reminded her of the guy, Cal, she had known in middle school who was best friends with her old crush, Scott Phillips. Cal was never a nice guy. She thought Cal was cute, but he never liked her. "The girl seems nice." she said. "Oh, that's Reese McKinley." Judy began. "She is nice, but her and her friends are nothing but drama." Savannah already knew that Reese and her friend were one of the popular kids. Judging by Judy's looks, she thought Judy would be friends with them. “You look pretty.” Judy complimented Savannah. Savannah had on blue skinny-jeans, a teal-green tunic top, and golden sandals. She observed Judy’s outfit. She wore a simple yellow t-shirt featuring a picture of John Lennon and Yoko Ono printed on it, army-green five-pocket pants, and a red beret placed on top of her head. Everyone in this school seemed to have dressed like any normal kid in Graysville. Even Reese McKinley wasn’t too trendy. The nine-thirty bell rang and Mrs. Livingston walked in with that same grin plastered on her face. “Good morning, Paramount High students,” a boy’s nasally voice broke through the P.A. system. “I hope you all are having a great morning. Now if you will please join me for the pledge of allegiance.” Everyone stood up to face the flag that was located next to the classroom door. When that was over, Savannah sat back down, and looked around the classroom. Her eyes darted towards a girl wearing a black Beatles t-shirt and blue jeans. The girl looked fairly skinny and had dark-brown hair that went down to her back. Savannah thought she was pretty and was sure she would be friends with people like Reese. Savannah was glad to see that she wasn't the only Beatles fan in the school. In fact, a lot of students in seemed to have been sporting their t-shirts. Her seventh/eigth grade teacher inspired her to be a fan when she saw the dozens of posters plastered on his classroom wall. She had almost all of their albums. Mariah Carey and The Beatles were the only two in her music collection in which she had the most albums of. "Did anyone have a good summer?" Livingston asked kindly, after the announcements were over with. "I did." the guy who was friends with Reese McKinley said, pumping his fist up in the air. A few classmates chuckled. "I'm so glad to hear that." Livingston said. "And what's your name?" "Damien Marshall." he answered. "Well, I'm glad to see that at least one person had a good summer." she said, and then began to explain the rules for homeroom. "This class is considered 'catch up time' because it's for you to do your homework and projects you have for all of your classes." As if no one already knew that. "I am here to help you if you need any," she went on. "I'm here to write passes if you need to go to the library, the computer lab, or any class you need to go to." "Are we allowd to listen to Ipods?" Reese asked, raising her slim hand. "Yes, but you can't listen to them when the announcement are on or when I'm talking." Everyone in the class cheered, including Livingston herself. "I believe that music will help you learn better." she informed. "Music stimulates the brain, which causes you to concentrate more on what you are doing." Savannah grinned. At her old school, they would have never let them listen to music in class. They probably didn't even let the kids do that at the high school. "Hey, you wanna hang out after school?" Judy asked, absently texting someone. "I know we've only known each other for like a day and a half, but I want to do something fun today." Savannah stared at her in disbelief. No one had ever asked her to hang out with them before. Except that time when Lena Wafer, a redheaded girl in her health class, had as Except that time when Lena Wafer, a redheaded girl in her health class, had asked her to go to the movies, but the plan never went through. Savannah was afraid Lena was just joking around. "Maybe." she finally said. "I have to ask my mom first." She was pretty sure her mom would be more than happy for her to go over to another peer's house.

Can you please evaluate or improve this? World That I Come From. I have lived in the US for five years. Most of my childhood was spent in Nairobi, Kenya. It's a small country located in East Africa around the rift valley. I lived with my aunt when my parents moved to the USA to go study. My mom led a company responsible for food exports. My dad on the other hand, I never really got to know much about. He usually went on trips and when he got back he never stayed for long. I had two sisters, Kathy and Nikki. Kathy was always getting in fights with me. We rarely got along but we had our moments. Nikki was more like a Kathy “wannabe” . She followed whatever Kathy did and never strayed from her side. They have both changed since the last time I saw them. They were sent to live with another one of my aunts. After a long year of separation we were moved to Baltimore and reunited on Christmas. The first thing I remember seeing as I got off the plane was a big white blanket of snow covering everything from grass to mailboxes. It looked like something straight out of a movie. It took us a while to get adjusted to the new environment. The weather was cold, the food different, and the cultures confusing. When I was admitted in school, I was put in the seventh grade because at my age they couldn't place me any higher. The teachers welcomed me and understanding my situation taught me things that came naturally to everyone. The first day of school I didn't follow what my classmates were saying. I was used to speaking Swahili and formal English therefore it was hard getting my words through. Not understanding what people said was mostly due to my lack of vocabulary. I thought in terms of Swahili rather than English. As time went on I realized certain words were used more than others and some were taboo. Everyone had a role, we had the goths, jocks, nerds, and the stoners. I was part of the Yugioh club. I saw the show on TV and since I liked it I collected trading cards of it. I thought they were supposed to be like baseball cards so I never thought of playing Vincent 2 with others, but one day a bunch of people at my table lunch were playing and I opted in. Somehow I found myself sitting down facing off against someone else. I had never played the game before but I watched the show long enough to figure what types of cards and how they interacted with each other. In my mind I lost that match, but after I noticed people started interacting with me more and they were willing to help me with problems I had. With that I got to know my place in middle school and moved on to learn plenty of things kids should know. Is there any way I can improve it?

can you proof read or improve on this? World That I Come From. I have lived in the US for five years. Most of my childhood was spent in Nairobi, Kenya. It's a small country located in East Africa around the rift valley. I lived with my aunt when my parents moved to the USA to go study. My mom led a company responsible for food exports. My dad on the other hand, I never really got to know much about. He usually went on trips and when he got back he never stayed for long. I had two sisters, Kathy and Nikki. Kathy was always getting in fights with me. We rarely got along but we had our moments. Nikki was more like a Kathy “wannabe” . She followed whatever Kathy did and never strayed from her side. They have both changed since the last time I saw them. They were sent to live with another one of my aunts. After a long year of separation we were moved to Baltimore and reunited on Christmas. The first thing I remember seeing as I got off the plane was a big white blanket of snow covering everything from grass to mailboxes. It looked like something straight out of a movie. It took us a while to get adjusted to the new environment. The weather was cold, the food different, and the cultures confusing. When I was admitted in school, I was put in the seventh grade because at my age they couldn't place me any higher. The teachers welcomed me and understanding my situation taught me things that came naturally to everyone. The first day of school I didn't follow what my classmates were saying. I was used to speaking Swahili and formal English therefore it was hard getting my words through. Not understanding what people said was mostly due to my lack of vocabulary. I thought in terms of Swahili rather than English. As time went on I realized certain words were used more than others and some were taboo. Everyone had a role, we had the goths, jocks, nerds, and the stoners. I was part of the Yugioh club. I saw the show on TV and since I liked it I collected trading cards of it. I thought they were supposed to be like baseball cards so I never thought of playing with others, but one day a bunch of people at lunch were playing and I opted in. thanks for the help. It looks great.

what do you think of this personal essay? World That I Come From. I have lived in the US for five years. Most of my childhood was spent in Nairobi, Kenya. It's a small country located in East Africa around the rift valley. I lived with my aunt when my parents moved to the USA to go study. My mom led a company responsible for food exports. My dad on the other hand, I never really got to know much about. He usually went on trips and when he got back he never stayed for long. I had two sisters, Kathy and Nikki. Kathy was always getting in fights with me. We rarely got along but we had our moments. Nikki was more like a Kathy “wannabe” . She followed whatever Kathy did and never strayed from her side. They have both changed since the last time I saw them. They were sent to live with another one of my aunts. After a long year of separation we were moved to Baltimore and reunited on Christmas. The first thing I remember seeing as I got off the plane was a big white blanket of snow covering everything from grass to mailboxes. It looked like something straight out of a movie. It took us a while to get adjusted to the new environment. The weather was cold, the food different, and the cultures confusing. When I was admitted in school, I was put in the seventh grade because at my age they couldn't place me any higher. The teachers welcomed me and understanding my situation taught me things that came naturally to everyone. The first day of school I didn't follow what my classmates were saying. I was used to speaking Swahili and formal English therefore it was hard getting my words through. Not understanding what people said was mostly due to my lack of vocabulary. I thought in terms of Swahili rather than English. As time went on I realized certain words were used more than others and some were taboo. Everyone had a role, we had the goths, jocks, nerds, and the stoners. I was part of the Yugioh club. I saw the show on TV and since I liked it I collected trading cards of it. I thought they were supposed to be like baseball cards so I never thought of playing with others, but one day a bunch of people at lunch were playing and I opted in.

Need someone to proof read my paper or someone good with English? Can someone proof read my essay and help me on out. Thanks ahead of time. As children we always find a place that holds deep memories for us to remember. These memories could come from events that have occurred in the person life, places we go or see might trigger these memories from the past. As time went by, many changes have occurred in my city of Pasadena where I had some positive and negative memories as I was growing up that developed and influenced the way I chose to live my life. Before we moved to Pasadena, my family lived in Chinatown, in Los Angeles. Our apartment had one bedroom, one bathroom, a small kitchen and a tiny living room. My father had to work hard to save enough money to move us into a bigger place. Eventually, he bought a house in Pasadena. The Pasadena house was quite different than the Chinatown apartment. It had a bigger living room and more bedrooms. Whereas the apartment was surrounded by commercial and other apartment buildings, empty lots surrounded the Pasadena house. The neighborhood was still in the construction phase and not many houses were built. The streets were unpaved and the sidewalks not yet poured. As time went by, the stages of construction compares to when I was a young child and then moving along the different stages of life, as I become an adult. At that time, Pasadena did not have any parks with playgrounds for my friends and me to play. Therefore, there were a lot of open lots around the neighborhood of Pasadena where my friends and I would have our own sandlot. We would gather as many children around our neighborhood to play baseball. We made our own base path to run around and mark where the foul ball lines would be. There was also no grass in the outfield to slow the ball down, so if the ball reached the outfield it would skid along the dirt and passed the outfielders for a homerun. Another thing my friends and I would do is that we would bring shovels to make several dirt ramps by piling dirt together. Then we would use our bikes to jump off these ramps to see who would jump the highest and we would also try to do some tricks. Sometimes when I go by these open lots it brings back fond memories I had with my friends when we used to play in these lots. As the years went by, the city of Pasadena started to change with more houses and buildings being built. Dirt roads are now covered by asphalt and streets finally have sidewalks. More people are starting to move into Pasadena as well as gang members. My memories of Pasadena have changed and it also made me feel ashamed to be living here, since these gang’s would graffiti their names on commercial buildings, on people’s houses with block walls, and on the sidewalls of liquor stores. These gangs want to put their names (gang signs or nick names) on these buildings to show who owns the territory; however, it has made my city look ugly. I remember a few times when the block walls on my house were covered with graffiti. This angered me so much that I wanted to catch these gang members who did this to my own house. One of my memorable memories while living in Pasadena would be the influenced of my friend Joe’s dad, next-door neighbor, who would teach us how to tune up a car. Joe’s dad showed us how to use a car jack and where to put the car stands if we were going to change the oil from a car. He showed us what we had to unscrew, the nut, that was holding the old oil and also we have to unscrew the old oil filter and replace it with a new oil filter. Then he showed us where the oil needs to be poured into and how to check the level of oil so it would not overflow. He also showed us how to replace sparkplugs if we have to change it. By replacing new sparkplugs, he told us that we have to use the sparkplug gap for each new sparkplug because it needs to be the right gap size. To find the gap size he showed us how to find it up in the car manual. Besides teaching us how to tune up a car he would also try to get us involved in sports by enrolling us in leagues for baseball, basketball and football, so that way we would stay out of trouble. He was a man who I looked up to and who was there for me when I needed to talk. Joe’s dad influenced me by being there and teaching me new things. As an adult, I am always involved in sports and I also know how to change the oil and replace sparkplugs when I need to tune up my car. A horrible memory I had was when I went to Emerson Elementary School. It was down the street from my house where I went to elementary school. I was in the 4th grade at the time. It was during recess time and my friends and I found a body lying behind a tree where we were playing on the swings. I recognized the person because he was one of my classmate’s brother’s who was from a gang. He had a few bullets lodged in his chest with blood flowing out and onto the ground. We ran and told the teacher about it and Mrs. Johnson called the police. The police officers arrived and asked my friends and me what had happened. We told the police officers that we found the body lying behind the tree where the swings were located. The police officer went over to check if the person was still alive as Emergency crews were arriving. An Emergency helicopter was also on scene as it has flown onto school grounds and they wheeled the body onto the helicopter. School was let out early that day and I could not forget what had happened. At night, when I went to sleep I could not sleep because I could not forget what I had seen. The next day at school they announced that the person had died on his way to the hospital. This memory has stuck out through my life, as I could not forget what had happen on that day. It also influenced me by not joining a gang because I do not want to get shot and die. Another negative memory I had was when I was playing Little League baseball. I was at Smith Park, just a few blocks away from my house. At the time, I was 10 years old playing for the Yankees. It was in the top of the 4th inning and I was playing left field. All of a sudden I heard gunshots fired. I ducked down to the ground and covered myself hoping the bullets would not hit me. People in the stands scattered all over the place as gunshots rang throughout the area. I did not get up from the ground until my coach came over and told me everything was safe and luckily no one was hurt. My teammates and I gathered around the dugout to talk about what had happened. I told them I was not scared at all and showed them I was brave, but deep inside I was scared and I felt my legs shivering. That day made a huge impact on my life because I do not want to live in a neighborhood where gunshots are being fired at a baseball game and where kids can be killed or injured. By living in this neighborhood, of Pasadena, and having friends and family that are supportive made me realize that I want to succeed and to do better for myself. To get myself out of Pasadena by earning a college degree and getting an entry level job position. I want to live in a neighborhood where there is no graffiti on the walls and no gunshots being fired on a daily basis. In the retrospect these memories have made me appreciate the little things that life has to offer and have kept me going in the positive and not in the negative direction where it can ruin my life in the process.

help me with this homework paper? As children we always find a place that holds deep memories for us to remember. These memories could come from events that have occurred in the person life, places we go or see might trigger these memories from the past. As time went by, many changes have occurred in my city of Virginia where I had some positive and negative memories as I was growing up that developed and influenced the way I chose to live my life. Before we moved to Lynn, my family lived in Richmond, in Virginia. Our apartment had one bedroom, one bathroom, a small kitchen and a tiny living room. My father had to work hard to save enough money to move us into a bigger place. Eventually, he bought a house in Lynn. The Virginia house was quite different than the Lynn apartment. It had a bigger living room and more bedrooms. Whereas the apartment was surrounded by commercial and other apartment buildings, empty lots surrounded the Virginia house. The neighborhood was still in the construction phase and not many houses were built. The streets were unpaved and the sidewalks not yet poured. As time went by, the stages of construction compares to when I was a young child and then moving along the different stages of life, as I become an adult. At that time, Virginia did not have any parks with playgrounds for my friends and me to play. Therefore, there were a lot of open lots around the neighborhood of Virginia where my friends and I would have our own sandlot. We would gather as many children around our neighborhood to play baseball. We made our own base path to run around and mark where the foul ball lines would be. There was also no grass in the outfield to slow the ball down, so if the ball reached the outfield it would skid along the dirt and passed the outfielders for a homerun. Another thing my friends and I would do is that we would bring shovels to make several dirt ramps by piling dirt together. Then we would use our bikes to jump off these ramps to see who would jump the highest and we would also try to do some tricks. Sometimes when I go by these open lots it brings back fond memories I had with my friends when we used to play in these lots. As the years went by, the city of Virginia started to change with more houses and buildings being built. Dirt roads are now covered by asphalt and streets finally have sidewalks. More people are starting to move into Pasadena as well as gang members. My memories of Virginia have changed and it also made me feel ashamed to be living here, since these gang’s would graffiti their names on commercial buildings, on people’s houses with block walls, and on the sidewalls of liquor stores. These gangs want to put their names (gang signs or nick names) on these buildings to show who owns the territory; however, it has made my city look ugly. I remember a few times when the block walls on my house were covered with graffiti. This angered me so much that I wanted to catch these gang members who did this to my own house. One of my favorite memories from Virginia would have to be that Joe’s dad showed us how to use a car jack and where to put the car stands if we were going to change the oil from a car. He showed us what we had to unscrew, the nut, that was holding the old oil and also we have to unscrew the old oil filter and replace it with a new oil filter. Then he showed us where the oil needs to be poured into and how to check the level of oil so it would not overflow. He also showed us how to replace sparkplugs if we have to change it. By replacing new sparkplugs, he told us that we have to use the sparkplug gap for each new sparkplug because it needs to be the right gap size. To find the gap size he showed us how to find it up in the car manual. Besides teaching us how to tune up a car he would also try to get us involved in sports by enrolling us in leagues for baseball, basketball and football, so that way we would stay out of trouble. He was a man who I looked up to and who was there for me when I needed to talk. Joe’s dad influenced me by being there and teaching me new things. As an adult, I am always involved in sports and I also know how to change the oil and replace sparkplugs when I need to tune up my car. A horrible memory I had was when I went to Lynn Elementary School. It was down the street from my house where I went to elementary school. I was in the 4th grade at the time. It was during recess time and my friends and I found a body lying behind a tree where we were playing on the swings. I recognized the person because he was one of my classmate’s brother’s who was from a gang. He had a few bullets lodged in his chest with blood flowing out and onto the ground. We ran and told the teacher about it and Mrs. Johnson called the police. The police officers arrived and asked my friends and me what had happened. We told the police officers that we found the body lying behind the tree where the swings were located. The police officer went over to check if the person was still ali

HELP!! Looking for FREE website to locate old classmates for a high school reunion.? Any helpful advice would be greatly appreciated!!

Dream interpretation needed about dreams that I had about people in my past that didn't see eye 2 eye with me. Please, your help is sincerely appreciated. Background: 33 years old, full-time college student (senior), great GPA, no wife, no kids. Dream one: I had a dream about a person who was my former boss, Bruce, five years ago. I used to be a full-time radio announcer in real life, and he was the man who hired me and let me go a year and a half later. He no longer works at the radio station. I was in the far corner of the back of a Kroger grocery store parking lot, and I happened to see Bruce, my former boss. It was just pure coincidence that we saw each other at that moment. In spite of my unpleasant feelings toward him, I said hello to him and I asked him how he was doing. He said, "Oh, I'm doing fine (in a matter-of-fact way). Then he asked me, kind of in a half-joking & sarcastic, halfway serious way, "How would you like your old job back?" I thought about it for a few seconds, and I said, "sure." He looked very surprised, as if he didn't expect me to except his offer. Then, in a surprised tone of voice of disbelief, he said, “you do?” I replied, “Sure, as long as everything is the same as when I left (same hours, same pay, etc). He said to me, “Oh yes, everything’s the same. So you really want your old job back? When can you start?” Then I said, “I can start this afternoon at 5:00 pm” (which is unusual, because I used to be a radio announcer from 6-10 am, and not in the afternoon). A few minutes later, I saw my mom and told her what had happened, and she said, “I cannot believe it. Your father is going to flip when he hears this (“flip” probably in a very bad way, because in real life he and I were fired on the same day from the same company, from the same boss- - we worked as DJs on the same radio station in real life). The next thing I knew, I was working in the same building, but in a different room, and I was sorting through old posters and promotional CDs from various recording/music artists, all of which were about 5 or 6 years old. Then, I hear the voice of my former boss, and he said to me “Do you have any questions that you want to ask me before I leave?” to which I replied, “No, no questions.” My former boss left the room, and then I began to wonder about my salary, my hours, my days off, etc; however, he had already left by that time. I began wondering about when I was supposed to work, and I suddenly became anxious about my job working for the radio station. In my dream, I felt exactly the same way that I felt in real life when I worked for this particular radio station - - very unhappy and uncertain about my position. Dream Two: The next night, I dreamed that I was in my neighbor’s house – a neighbor that I really don’t know much about and never really talk to. However, in my dream, I was “house sitting” for this woman and her husband, and I was the only person in the house. I can’t begin to describe how lonely I felt, and how bored I was. I walked through the living room, and I felt like I was walking through a room while I was in the 1970s. Once I walked through the living room, I opened the front door and walked outside onto their front sidewalk. From there, I saw my other neighbor, Staci (who I know) walking her dog, Spanky, down the street. I asked my neighbor Staci, “Would you like to come inside the house and look around” to which she replied, “No, I better not - - that would be against the rules.” Then, I turned and was about to reenter the house, and I saw two women in their 20s sitting at an oval-shaped, cherry dining room table. One of the women was unknown to me, while the other was a woman who I had a falling out with in January 2007, who in real life briefly was my Spanish professor for about two weeks. (In real life, I dropped her class, and later told her that I objected to her treating me differently than the rest of her other students who were younger than myself - - it was a situation that upset me greatly, and it nearly caused me to change my college major. However, I eventually patched things up with her in real life, and we are civil to one another now). I could not bring myself to walk back into that house while my former Spanish professor and this other young woman was there. I felt very anxious and unhappy. Then, I suddenly found myself on a road located on the top of a mountain. I was among several college age young people, and they were all riding their bicycles. However, all of them seemed to hang in groups with one another, while I rode my bicycle alone. I really felt lonely too, in my dream. Then, I saw a former high school acquaintance/classmate that I hadn’t seen in about 15 or 16 years. But as soon as I came near him, he rode his bike down a 20 foot paved slope on the road, and I never had the opportunity to talk with him. All I could do is watch how all of the young people were happy, enjoying their youth, and they each had each other, while I rode my bike alone, feeling miserable about my life.

Can anyone tell me the best place to try to locate someone? I am interested in finding an old high school friend...looked on myspace and face book and classmates. Any other place I can look without having to pay?