Graf #9 Meta Graf Essay

I thought to myself, DAMN! I gotta take the trash out. I forgot to earlier when I went out for a cigarette. I got up from my chair and desk to stretch my legs and get the kinks out of my back. That love cause essay was more difficult than I anticipated it to be. I thought as I pulled the liner out of the trash can and tied it up. It should'nt be, because that is the way I feel about him. It should come naturally for me to talk about how and why I love my partner.That didn't mean I loved him any less because my brain was cramping up. I opened the door and jogged down the stairs to bring out the trash. I pushed the door open and from the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of movement behind the door. Oh few, it was just my neighbor coming in from getting the mail. She is a nice woman, but if you ask me she is a little too nosy for her own good. I walked toward the dumpster to throw the bag in, and PHEW! I got this GOD awful smell coming from the dumpster that smelled like old, crusty socks and rotting vegetables all in one. I grabbed the bag and held my breath as I chucked it over the side of the dumpster. As I threw the bag over my head some nasty juice from the bottom of the bag dripped onto my shirt. GROSS, absolutely gross. I felt like I was going to puke right there. I took a minute to gather my breath and sense of smell back and went back upstairs. When I got into the apartment, I peeled off my wet, stinky shirt and threw it in the trash. There was no way I was ever going to get that nasty smell out of the shirt now. Oh SHIT! I forgot that there was a deadline for the cause essay I was working on. It was tonight. And medical term HW 1 & 2 is due by midnight as well as the english. That's nice, now I need my brain to work so I can finish the end of essay. I looked at the clock on the wall and it read 10:30PM. Well I better start right now, or I will never get it done. That's when I placed my fingers over the keyboard of my laptop and started typing.

outro-love cause essay

We have a great relationship today and I see a very happy and successful future ahead of us. We both have dreams and goals in life, to keep climbing that "ladder." Whichever way it looks like, we are never going to give up on our love and purpose in life. We are still in love and just as happy as the day we met at that lucky Valentine's Day dance. If anything I think our relationship has grown quite a bit over the last two years. We have had smooth sailing and rough seas to thank for that. We are still learning today how to communicate properly with one another, and to continue to grow for the better. We do learn from mistakes of the past, that is what makes us who we are today.

Lastly, to all those "love critics" out there that kept telling us we wer'nt going to make it this far; looks like we beat the odds now, did'nt we?

middle-love cause essay

Since the day I met Geromy, I have been completely head over heels in love with him. You know that feeling of butterflies in your stomach because your feelings of love are so strong? Geromy is the kind of person who is always willing to help others, even if it's not convenient for him. He works for a homeless shelter and helps folks with finding permanent adequate housing and counsels them on being independant and responsible for themselves. The amount of caring and patience he has is extraordinary. He would sacrifice of himself to help those around him who are less fortunate than he.
Another reason why I love him so much and so deeply is the way he treats me. He has always treated me with the respect I deserve as a woman. He has a very gentle demeanor about him, he takes the time to be romantic and really shows me that he genuinely cares for me. A recent example of this is for my birthday, he took me out to eat at a fancy Japanese restaurant. At the end of our meal, the waiter brought a huge bouquet of flowers to our table with a piece of birthday cheesecake, for me. It was so SWEET! He never ceases to amaze and surprise me.
He is a very sensitive, caring man and the way he shows me is by calling me during the day while he is at work; just to say "I love you." He rushes home after work to see me because he can't stand another moment without me. He loves running his fingers through my hair, and gently kisses my forehead, while we are lying on the couch relaxing. He even goes to the store when Im sick, to get me chicken noodle soup and saltine crackers to make me feel better. Best of all, I love the silly things we do when we are together. We use our hands to make puppets that make funny and sarcastic remarks to each other. I love the tickle fights in bed that last a few hours sometimes. By the end of it we are both holding our stomachs in pain, because of the length of time we were laughing. We have so much fun when we are together. I can honestly say, that he is my best friend and my lover, all in one.

Love-cause intro (take 2)

I am sitting here at my desk, it's late; maybe midnight on saturday night. My thoughts are wandering off even though I'm supposed to be reading my psychology book. All of a sudden I see a vision of the past...I see the VFW hall, it's all decorated up with red and pink balloons and streamers everywhere for a dance. A Valentines Day AA dance...A chem free event. The VFW hall is mainly used for meetings for AA. Sometimes they use it for a veterans event function as well. I look closer at the scene and there I was sitting next to Erica a friend of mine from the program. We were laughing and giggiling because there was a couple of hotties sitting a few tables in front of us. I noticed that they kept turning around and looking back at us and smiling. The guy on the right was soooo handsome. He had a very nice smile, great hair. Great taste in clothes and he actually looks like he takes care of himself.(unlike alot of men) My friend was checking out the other guy and went over and asked them two to dance with us. They said sure so we went out on the dance floor and had a great time. The dancing came so natural for us both. His name was Geromy, and little did he or I know what was going to develop in the years to come. It only took one dance, and we were hooked. LOVE; go figure.

Graf # 8 Love-cause intro

Since the very day I met Geromy, I have been completely head over heels in love with him.You know when something's different when your stomach starts to turn and feels like real butterflies dancing around. Every time I would see him after that I would start to blush and that familier mysterious fluttering in my stomach would start all over again. I got nervous because I didn't want to do something stupid and send him running for the hills. Our love grew stonger as the days went by. We would go through the worst weather and sub zero temps outside just to be with each other. Just holding each other on the park bench in the middle of winter when it's snowing and 20 degrees out is real debtication. We had to sneak around to see each other. He would pick me up from my place and every time I got into his truck I felt serious exhilaration. We would sing and ride around and in no time we became best friends. We also have had very romantic moments in private places around the state of Maine from our escapades. We still have that connection 2 years later and we can still finish each other's sentences and thoughts as well. I feel like we are meant to be together forever.

Graf #7 "person"

Here we are a little more than two years from the time I met him. He showed up at an inconvenient time in my life. I had repeatedly told myself I wasn't going to focus on a man. It was going to be about me nobody else. I know that seems selfish to many people but you don't know what I have gone through in the last decade with men. Mostly destroyed my life, so I wanted to start to repair the damage that I have caused for myself. I met him when I was begining my journey into a life of recovery. At an alcoholics anonomyous valentines day dance I laid eyes on him for the first time. He stood out of the crowd to me, mostly because he was very handsome and tall and muscular. We ended up dancing together and from that moment on it has been history. Aproximately two years of great history, and a little less than great on a few occasions. He has brought meaning to my life and has taught me the essential building blocks of maintaining a healthy relationship. It has taken a lot of work on my part I can admit. I still have work to do in the changing department. I sometimes look innocent but believe me Im not. I have anger issues and I like to assume things on a regular basis. That causes problems for our relationship, but he is so patient with me. Over and over I make mistakes, but he has always been there for me and worked through our problems. He has also brought working out in the gym into my life too. He is a nutricianist and kind of a personal trainer. He has taught me about eating right and the right combinations ofexcerise and diet to try and get healthy. Over all I have lost thirty pounds since we met and I am so thankful to him for that. Not only that but I am so in love with him. He literally makes me "weak in the knees." The spark has gotten brighter with us which is a first for me. I look forward to seeing him when he comes home from work and I can't wait for the weekends so we can spend time together. I'm so glad that our life is going in the direction that we both want it to go in. We dream of a house with land, we dream of further education for both of us, and we dream of traveling all over the world.

Graf #5 "things"

This is going to sound wierd cause I know most people wrote about personal "things" from childhood or an emotional "thing" that made an impression in someones life. Well dont expect that from me today 'cause im going to write about something "materialistic" to me. (if that is even a word)
Yesterday as I was walking back from getting my bus pass, in the downtown, I had to walk by the bridges to get to my house. I was so busy, hurrying along the sidewalk trying to keep time on my side. All of a sudden I was sidetracked with the beauty of the river and the ice that has formed through the canal. I stopped for a moment to look at the beautiful scene. There was so much ice and the way it had frozen was like it was strategically placed in the canal perfectly. I noticed there was small twigs and various debris that had frozen in place. I gazed at the sheets of ice that were stacked almost on top of one another. It reminded me of the titanic because of the way the ice had frozen, I thought "well if a ship could come thru here it would probably hit an iceberg and sink." Nice thought, huh? Well I didn't mean literally, but the idea is there.
The whole idea of this story is this.....While I was looking at the canal of ice under the bridge, I immediately thought to grab my handy dandy cell phone. The cell that I got for x-mas was the top of the line. It has a great camera on it, with excellent digital quality. It has an mp3 that has all of my favorite artists and cool playlists. It has pics of my family, friends and pet rats. It basically has everything I ever needed for electronic devices on the go. Boy how I love technology today. Getting back to the story....Well I ended up whipping out my cameraphone and snapping shots of the river. All the while scurrying along to keep my busy schedule for school and work...I happen to think that is really convenient....to me at least.

Graf # 6 isearch topic

Yes....I finally figured out what I am going to write my isearch paper on.....something that has a lot of meaning to me....thats a very broad topic with lots to write about....lots of info to gather....and very close and personal which adds flare to the subject and paper.....

Alzheimer's and my grandfather Henry

Bean backpack- graf #5

I am made of water resistant material, i outsmart that darn snow and sleet we have here in Maine. I have a very famous name. Everyone that lives in New England knows my family. Inital's L.L.B I am very important to my owner, because without me, she can't be organized and have her books for class. I am bright purple just like "Barney" the dinosaur.(dont ya just love barney?) "i love u, u love me where a happy family" What a load of crap! Nobody's family was that perfect. Well getting back to my purpose of writing to you. My left strap is starting to tear slightly, I knew it yesterday when I heard a ripping sound, not fast, but real slow rip. I know she puts way too much in me, cause i"m feeling really overworked the last few days. Off to the downtown, to the library again. "Whew" I dont know how much longer I can pull this load of books, laptop, pink metal thermos for coffee and other misc. crap. Its only a matter of time until, that strap lets go, and boy I cant wait to laugh at her and said "I told you so". I told her it would help me if she could go get one of the laptop carriers. That would take half of the weight off her back. I know she has been downing the ibuprofen and various other meds just to carry crap in me. Well, we will see if she takes my suggestion before I rip and she can't use me anymore.

graf 4 - Unique

What makes me unique, unlike any other person is the ability to switch moods at lightening speed. Ha Ha funny, right?Well its true....Let me paint the picture for you.I wish I could say it was a positive attribute.....but I can't....This is a typical evening for us....I study all day, mixed with cleaning,laundry and other various chores around the house....In my eyes, I have quite a work load myself, even thought i only work 4 hours a week.....It adds up quickly....I love my boyfriend, right? I'm sure you have gathered that by now....Well, how come I question where he goes, what he does, and if he is even ten minutes late getting home from work?...I get mad or upset for no reason...It doesn't make sense for me to believe anything is going on while he is working.....I have to start giving credit where credit is due...I feel like I have been doing some deep soul searching about the things i do...about the things I say....That's IT! I need to stop and think before I do and say things....I know it sounds so simple, just change right?....Okay well I will admit that i'm not perfect, but I need to admit I do things that are just down right wrong. Is all about choices in life....Whether you make the right choice or the wrong choice.....it all affects your future.

Promt 1

Promt #1

 

A long intake of breath felt like icicles in my lungs. As I walked towards the door

to my gym where I workout, I took the time to feel the cold, crisp air. It was bitterly

cold that night. I was reminded of that when my legs started to freeze from the 3/4

length workout pants I was wearing. That doesn't stop me from going outside and

enjoying activities that I like doing. "I need to stick with this exercise regiment and

tough it out if I want to lose weight or gain muscle." I said to myself under my breath.

I went to the check-in desk, then to the locker room to put my stuff in a locker. I usually

do some type of cardio workout for 15-20 mins like elliptical, or the treadmill for warm up.

Then GO and I go to the weights to do our bi's and tri's. We usually do about 15 sets

Every workout session. I have fun going with GO to the gym.

 

inventory graf # 3

Inventory- Entertainment Center

microwave with an expresso maker and coffee bean grinder on one side....

1st section of upper left......
....diet coke can
..........left speaker to the stereo
........rainy day fund jar with change in it
........lamp with crystal body and creme colored lampshade
......various books on classes in school
....12 crayola colored pencils
.....12 crayola markers fine tip
.........pink plastic folder 1 ''
2nd section of upper right......
......vase of pink daffodils in clay pot
.....tall pommegranete candle

Graf 2 Worst Teacher
I was senior in high school when I started the college prep english class. Her name was Mrs. Lawrence and she was known as the meanest teacher of senior class. The catch is that if you want to get something out of your education she was the best to learn from. My best friend Rachael G. was in the class with me so I was really happy. She was a straight A student but she also knew how to have fun. We attended her classes and she was strict and made us write long essays and was extra hard in my opinion. I did learn from her class even though her personality was rough and abrupt. I never liked talking with her up close because she made me feel uncomfortable. I just thought I wasnt smart enough for the class. I did end up graduating that class with a Cplus but I felt like I barely held on.

Freestyle #1

Freestyle #1 Amanda Hamblen

 

I remember back to a fridgid cold winter day about five years ago, when an incident happened that I will never forget. First of all I want to point out the obvious, my family means a lot to me. We always look out for each other no matter what the issue is. In my family like most others I have a children, mother, father, younger sister, nephew, and grandparents. I am especially close to my grandparents. When I was down on my luck about five years ago, my grandparents offered me and my children a place to stay until I could secure a place of my own. I had just gone through a divorce and I was starting my life over and I needed a little help getting on my feet again. I moved in and stayed with them for about a year. During this time I grew closer and closer to them. I was able to connect on a level I had never connected with them before. I grew very protective of them and worried about their health and safety, although they were in excellent health for their age. They had their own home on a pretty little peninsula in St. George Maine where they could see the sun come up over the ocean every morning. Some It was the most beautiful sunrise I had seen before. One day after my grandfather had a routine check up with his doctor, we received dreadful news. The doctor had told my grandmother that tests came back to show that my grandfather was positive for alzheimer's disease. They assured us that this was the beginning stage and there was medication that he could take to help for the symptoms of the disease. The doctor gave him a few prescriptions to take to help slow the progression down. Which in turn would give him more time to live the best life he possibly could. It was devasting to our family and my grandmother most of all. We took the doctor's advice to attend some local alzheimer's support groups to get helpful information on how to deal with, and maintain the best care possible for him. That really helped the family educate on the disease itself. Several months later, life had returned for the most part, back to normal. We had plenty of time because it was the very beginning and he didn't have any obvious signs that he was ill. After several months of adjusting life according to doctor's advice, we seemed to get back to "normal" life. Everything was going well with my family, and I was happy again.

    One morning my grandfather offered to drive me to work. I accepted the offer because I knew that would make him happy to do something nice for me. After all, in his eyes I'm still his little granddaughter "mandy." As he was driving me in that morning, I looked over to the driver seat in his white Ford pickup truck to see that he had a huge smile on his face. That made me feel really good inside. We struck up a conversation on the way to Rockland from St. George, Maine. We have a great relationship between my grandfather and I. He has always treated me like a princess. We were at the intersection across from the Rockland Industrial Park waiting for the traffic to clear. We were stopped at a flashing red light,. which is a driver decision on whether to yield or wait for cars to clear way. At that light there was three ways to go. Straight to the industrial park where I work, left or right. At that time we were waiting for the traffic to clear left and right before we could continue driving to our destination. To the right was a UPS delivery truck waiting for traffic, to the left there was a couple cars coming down the road about 200 feet. My grandfather leaned forward to look right, UPS truck was waiting. He looked left and seen cars were yielding to the UPS driver. I looked at the UPS driver and he put his hand up and signaled for us to go ahead and he would wait until we went first. I thought to myself, "wow that was nice of him to do that." I seen my grandfather look both ways, then proceeded ahead through the intersection. All of a sudden I felt the truck slam sideways, and heard a loud crash. In a confused state of mind I thought to myself, "what just happened?" I turned to my grandfather and he was pale white and looked confused and upset. I realized at that point that we had just been involved in an accident. I looked towards my grandfather and seen that a car had slammed into my grandfathers side door and it was crushed in and he couldn't get his door open. So I opened my door and got out and helped him maneuver out through my side. Once he was out of the truck we started trying to figure out what exactly had happened and why. I turned towards the truck and there was a tall dark-haired husky man practically running towards us and yelling profanity. He started getting closer to us and continued to go towards my grandfather. He came up to him and screamed right into his face, while pointing his index finger into his face. He was accusing him of causing this accident and that it was all his fault and he was going to pay dearly for what he did to his car. Then he threatened to start beating my grandfather within an inch of his life. While he continued to curse and make physical threats towards him, I looked at my grandfather's face. He looked very scared, started crying and was crouching into the fetal position on the ground. All of this happened with the man from the other vehicle within forty-five seconds. I felt my face get hot and my anger towards this stranger started getting very strong. I felt that it was my job to protect him from anything that could hurt him in any way. While he was lying on the ground curled up, I stood right between him and the violent man who was threatening our safety. I looked up at the man and put my hand in his face to indicate that he better stop. Then he started yelling at me and saying that we would pay for what he did to his car. I yelled back that he wasn't going to touch a single hair on his head. That it was an accident and it wasn't our fault that it happened. The UPS truck waved to us that he wanted us to go ahead before him, so that didn't mean that other guy could go ahead and try to beat both of us getting in to the intersection. I told the angry stranger that I would make him pay the rest of his life if he did anything that hurt my grandfather. I made several threats to him about very specific things I would do to get revenge against him. I actually had to physically push him away from trying to punch my grampy while he was on the ground crying and trying to protect his head from getting hit. I had to exercise a lot of control to not start beating the guy repeatably. I told him I would be calling the police to take care of the situation and they would figure out who was responsible. The police arrived at the scene and took statements from both sides and from the UPS driver. I also reported the threats of physical harm to my grandfather. We went away that day unharmed for the most part. I wasn't hurt at all but my grandfather had some bruising due to the quick snap we felt when the truck was struck in the driver side door. I look back at the accident and reflect some times about how lucky we are to be living life today. I try to generate a gratitude list from time to time to remind me to be thankful for the gifts of life itself. I call and check on my grandparents as often as I can and they are still in great health and grampa is doing well and still able to recnognize family members and still getting around even outside in the barn today. I thanked them for all the help they have given me and believed in me when nobody else would. I will pay them back someday when they need me but until then they will go on strong.

HANDS- by Amanda Hamblen

My hands tell a very disfigured story. My fingernails are very pretty in pink, but that is offset by lots of wrinkles, dark veins, and a scab on my left thumb. My rings are very bright and shiny and they spice my hands up a little bit. Very pretty mothers ring with amythest and blue topaz for decoration. On the other hand is a very bright platinum diamond ring. No, not an engagement ring but a very expensive promise ring from my lover. The disfiguring part comes from a bicycle accident that I had many years ago. I broke my hand in two places along the the metacarpul bone. My right hand has a dip along the right side where the pinky is placed and it looks like its deformed. Underneath my pinky fingernail it's black and blue from a very recent injury. The pinky itself is crooked. I guess maybe I'm the crooked one not just the pinky, because of the injuries I have sustained over the years. The lesson in all this is to "be careful".

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