.... hero of the blues, spoke: "Well Instructgar, my orb-foe, you have spoke of many matches between us but failed to tell of the blue defeat of the orange bearers. It is I who unfalteringly derived the strategies to overpower your helmet-squad upon which you have failed to avenge. Battle of the Orange and Blue Late into the last match-quarter of the contest, son of Coachtheow stood before his battle-weary men, tired from the challenge at-hand. The roar of the bevy-clappers was loud now and overpowered Coachingwulf's dialogue-map. Coachingwulf and his bearers of blue bowed their brows and bellowed a battle cry. The M .....

.... of his mother. It seemed as if our group only talked about service projects, which need to be done and are great, but never God. I really wanted to grow spiritually and know more about God. I was not receiving that knowledge at that church. I met some really great people last year who went to Redeemer's. I was invited to one of their youth group meetings, and I was amazed that thirty high-school kids were there. We talked in-depth about Jesus and chapters of the Bible. I really enjoyed it. I talked to my parents about switching churches. They knew that Redeemer's was right for me, but at the same time, they wanted me to stay with my old .....

.... "Hey," Jenny said. "I could join that team and maybe make new friends." So she went inside and signed up. A week later she got a call form her new coach. He said practice was on Tuesday. She was so happy. Now she knew she could make new friends. That Tuesday she went to practice. It wasn't as she expected. As she walked in, all the girls started whispering. Jenny didn't have any doubt what it was about. All the girls started doing lay-ups and before Jenny knew it, practice was over. Jenny went to practice after practice and soon found that she wasn't that bad. "Okay Pirates," coach announced. "Tomorrow .....

.... for being there. The second force that will call a student to the office is a teacher asking him to run an errand. The privilege of avoiding class to run an errand for the teacher is always fought over. This type of office trip usually involves dropping off some scrap of paper to the proper individual or hunting someone down to ask them a question. Sometimes, finding the right person or whatever can become a quite lengthy procedure, taking the student's search all across the campus and eventually concluding at McDonald's or Taco Bell. This type of office visit is by far the most fun. The final, and most dreaded type of office summo .....

.... with myself than before. During my first week in the university I was so depressed that I seriously thought of leaving the university. Few weeks later I changed my mind and I recognized how much could I have regret this action if I had did it. This added to me the experience of ability to coupe with life either good or bad. In the University I still haven’t made any trustable friends and there was no one who could listen to me. I had no thoughts or imagination for my future however now I have a dream that I am trying to accomplish. I am now more responsible for myself and I am able to manage my needs more efficiently. My father used to ar .....

.... the grade. This isn't a completely bad thing, though. It teaches me that my writing really wasn't very good. What I used to think deserved an "A" I now realize only does deserve a "C." Now I have to take my writing more seriously, and try much harder at producing good output. Also, my goal isn't to write a paper that will get a good grade. Now, my goal is to write better papers. I write to become a better writer. That is, I feel, a very important thing that I learned this semester. I don't think, "O.K., I have to get at least a B on this paper." Instead, I think, "O.K., I have to use this assignment to improve my work." This is a .....

.... lay down. This was the third time in a week that they'd failed. He had been around long enough to know when he was beat. "No respect. Where's the respect?" Scampi circled the tree in a haze of anger, his tiny legs beating furiously on the grass. The beagle could never quite get over a loss. Mustard lay his head on the ground and watched the passage of time on the street while Scampi vented. Soon, Roy the Basset and his owner walked by. Mustard nodded hello. "Who's that?" Roy asked, looking in the tree. "Dunno. New in town." "Which house?" "No house." "Freeloader, hm? Give him one from me." Roy's owner shushed him. Poor guy. Owner wa .....

.... the United States of America. The discoveries are literally pouring in, and we have our hands full simply cataloguing the numerous finds. Our first find was a small rectangular object, containing a spool of thin ribbon, which one of our historians identified as what was known as a cassette. Simply put, it was a device on which sounds could be recorded. From its small size, our historian conjectured that it was of a type designed for recording the human voice rather than music. Armed with this belief, we managed to convince the Censor Society to allow us to reconstruct the primitive machine to play back the message we hoped it would .....

.... prefer being called a hacker due to the fact (of which I stated earlier) that people, especially business people, make it sound like a hacker is someone who destroys precious information in which they have spent so much of their valuable time retrieving. I feel that is just a bunch of (excuse my vulgarity) crap. I feel people should have the right to know what they want to know without being accused of breaking and entering, and trespassing in someone else's computer. I think people are just getting defensive when I seem to know more than I should know. Like, a teacher or someone that has supposedly had high level of training, or is an e .....

.... effect on me in childhood as well as later on in life. She was my finest friend throughout grammar and Junior High school. We fancied relishing our lunches together. Laughing about the boys' wicked ways and planning our revenge at the ensuing recess. This always made lunch go by so swiftly. It was hard to tear us apart. Hell, it was hard to tell us apart. We were both round bodied and a bit out of shape. But I always saw Belle in a jovial light. She had a merry way about her, and her laugh was infectious; it reminded me if Christmas bells, tingly, jingling and warm. I miss her. She was happy, giving and warm. Upon reflection, .....