Upgrade to paid account! I was telling you a story about love. How even in war it goes on speaking its own language. Yes you said but the larynx is bloodied. The knife was well-aimed into the throat. Well I said love is hated it has no price. No you said you are talking about feelings. Have you ever felt nothing? That is what war is now. Then a shadow skimmed your face. Go on talking in a normal voice you murmured.

Connecting With Your Inner Child and Old Self. Originally posted on A Day in the Life of a Music Major. Children bring innocence, while the elderly bring wisdom. Combine the two and they make perfect companions. Growing up is a part of life.

Simultaneously a Misanthropist and a Philanthropist. I think about a lot of things. I am not a fan of informal debate. I like structure and organization and having a set agenda. I have to plan all the points I want to hit and all the points the opposition would hit. It was difficult for me because of time constraints and that it was a group effort and I had no control over what happened in the latter half. It has been about eight months since I first started writing on this bl.

A Blog for Myself and my School. In science our teacher, Mrs. Huysman told us that we had to make a model of a cell. We could pick whether to do a model completely made out of edible things or a regular model of a cell made out of about anything. I picked to do an edible cell because I love to cook! About an Animal Cell.

The realm of high school English teacher, Tara Sullivan. Which is his way of getting students to use evidence when discussing or writing about literature. I have decided to apply his method to a daily journal writing activity for my classes this year. This one is of .