Summer of The Dancing Rabbits_Confusion ...._The More Things Change._Bad High School Teacher
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Summer of The Dancing Rabbits
My dreams were filled with the smell of frying bacon. My eyelids fluttered, my mouth watered, I cracked open my sleepy eyelids, breathing in deeply, frying bacon again filled my nose, stretching and yawning I poked my brother, Donnie, in the ribs’.“Wake up stupid, Grandma’s cooking breakfast” the only response was another snore.I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, a slight breeze blew the curtains open on the big double window by the bed, the sweet smell of new-mown hay and overripe plums and peaches from the orchard came in with it, I could see the sun barely showing abwww.onedoor.ccove the ...
Confusion ....
"Please don't go!" I cried and said but he was already ready to go further. I could feel my heart beat raising with each step he was taking away from me , why does he has that effect on me when we clearly mentioned that we are just friends and that is going to stay forever. Truth hurts and it is true that I have feelings for him, I always had that's why I took initiatives for our friendship and tried to escalate it but it didn't worked out that well. I just didn't knew how to handle this because I have already lost my bff few months ago because of my stupidity and now losing him as well was ju...
The More Things Change.
That’s the thing about this city, it truly never changes. It’s not only historic, but also cold, industrial and decrepit. It’s the perfect place to run if you were trying to escape the consequences of a crime. Many people would call what happened a murder. It was a hit-and-run drunk or drugged driving incident that left only death in its wake. I’m Tracy Blane, and I’m a reporter for the Linoak County Gazette. Erie City may be as cold as ice, but I find myself on the trail of a very hot story. This shopworn old city hides many secrets. It’s anonymous, and impersonal. If someone wanted to...
Bad High School Teacher
They prepare no lessons, carry no papers, and instruct no one. They spit unrelated facts, regurgitate irrelevant dates, and monotonously spew textbook drivel. They strangle curiosity, stifle a love of learning, and murder both classroom discussion and critical thinking. Most egregiously, bad high school teachers spend far too much time at the photocopier, endlessly printing off soul-crushing packets that teach nothing, inspire no one, and offer no hope. Francis Boswell taught World History badly. She knew she did and she didn’t care. The balance of her day consisted of taking attendance, handi...