Texas Essay

Texas

My dad was born in Texas so we all went there to visit a couple of times. The last time we went we stayed for a week. My great-grandmother owned the house that my dad was raised in. We stayed at her house for a few days, her house smelled like flowers. Her backyard was covered in flowers and plants. It was beautiful. She had a fig tree that she picked from every morning and cut them up to put in her cereal. She was an amazing woman. He taught my dad a lot about gardening, then he tried to teach everything to my brothers and I. It was more of our thing, we used to plant things all around my parents yard. I like to plant just because it reminds me of the days my dad and I used to garden together, it was our thing. I think that us going to his childhood home and going to all the places that he used to go to was pretty cool. I am a born and raised Missourian, he was raised so much differently than me. I learned a lot about my dad. My mom showed me the Walmart that she met my dad in. They used to work together and my dad asked her out, which was kinda a big deal for him because he was super shy.

Most of the time we were there we stayed on the beach. My parents bought a huge tent that had two rooms, one for them and one for my brothers and I. The first night we got to the beach there was jelly fish all over the sand. My parents told us not to touch them because they can sting even after they are dead. We all ran into the water and the waves brought a jelly fish into the water and it got wrapped around my brother, Austin’s thighs.

He screamed and Jake and I tried desperately to get the stingers off his leg but it kept stinging us. Finally the water moved it and we all ran out of the water. My mom brought Austin to hospital to help him. They just gave him some ointment to take the sting out. My mom and I set up the tent while my dad and my brother built a fire. That night we all ate s’mores and watched the stars twinkle off the ocean. I’ll never forget the salty smell and the sound of the waves rolling off the shore.

The next day we all woke up and my mom made us eggs on our portable stove top. Then we set out to go swim in the Gulf of Mexico. The water was so salty that it made our throats burn and our eyes melt. My dad had us all wash our eyes out with the bottles of water and we drank a lot of water that day.

My brothers were very old so my parents didn’t really allow them to go very far in the water without a floaty. My niece was just a baby so I spent most of the time with her. She wanted to dig holes in the sand and cover herself with the warm tan colored sand. She also liked walking to where the water slammed against the sand, she got scared a couple of times. That was my favorite spot, sitting in the cool wet sand next to the water only getting splashed every few minutes. It was so relaxing, smelling the salty water and listening to the music of the ocean, feeling the warm sun on my skin.
One morning when we were there we saw dolphins jumping in the colorful sunrise. The sky seems so much prettier next to the beach. The orange, red, pink, blue, and purple colors reflecting off the ocean.
My parents had one of those floats that is like a bed on water, they didn't lay on it they just both put their arms on it and went pretty far in the water and left me and my brothers in the shallow water and my niece stayed on shore. I tried to go as far as they did but the waves were overwhelming and it was hard to keep my head above water. I wasn't used to having such salty water in my eyes or my throat. It was ridiculous how much salt is in that water! I think that's why my niece didn't get in the water much, she was probably only three years old, she got in the water once and the water burned her eyes and throat then she didn't get in again. The reason she was with us was because my sister (her mom) couldn't go because she had to work but she didn't want Sierra to miss out on the opportunity to go to Texas and sleep at the beach.
 This is the place I chose because this was one of the few vacations that I have been on and everyone always wants to go to the beach, and everyone should go at least once in their lifetime. I want to make memories like these with my daughter.

What is a place essay- Copperhead Road (the correct one)

Copperhead Road

I grew up on a road called Copperhead. It’s in the middle of nowhere land, Bruner, MO. My neighbors and I were in different school districts, my brothers and I went to Ava, one of our neighbors went to Sparta, and another neighbor went to Fordland. My brothers and I ran all over that road, riding our bikes, chasing each other, and hiding from each other. It was where we grew up. We raised all hell in those woods, trying to ride our neighbor’s horses without anyone finding out. We used to climb under the fence and run around the field with the three beautiful horses that roamed the area along the road. One of the male horses was white with painted black dots all over him; he had one crazy blue eye and one black eye. We named him Chocolate Swirl. The female was spotted like a Dalmatian with light brown eyes, she was super sweet, and we named her spots. My favorite had milk chocolate fur with black eyes and a white diamond on his face, his name was Diamond.  My brothers always climbed a tree and tried to jump on the horses when they got close to fence. I would climb on top of the fence so that I could try to get on Diamond. We never actually succeeded on getting on them, but we were very persistent!

There was a few ponds close to the road that we would try to catch frogs in, we tried to skip rocks off the water, we tried to walk on the pond when it was frozen in the winter, we even swam in it a couple times one summer. Obviously that isn't sanitary, so we always had to rinse off with the ice cold water from the water hose before we could even go inside the house. It was a race to see who could rinse off and get in the shower the fastest. I usually lost because my long thick hair would be full of clumps of mud, which took a super long time to rinse out with the agonizingly cold water. 

Jake and Austin always liked to try to do tricks on their bikes; they were pretty good considering it was on a dirt road. They made ramps and tried to jump over obstacles. I tried it once, it was horrific. I went on the ramp and somehow I landed on my back with the bike on top of me. I landed on the cloud of sharp spears. It didn’t cause any real damage just a few cuts and bruises. My brothers are super protective; they have an epic episode when I get hurt. It’s sweet, but just ridiculous. My mom cleaned up my bloody knees and elbows and put some Band-Aids on me.

When I was in elementary school the school bus had a different route, so I had to walk down a huge steep hill on a small path through the woods. My older brother was a senior in high school and I was in Kindergarten. We walked down that road every morning and every afternoon after school. After that year my brother graduated and he was kind of scared of walking down the path in the woods at night so I had to do it by myself a lot. I was young and unaware of all the terrifying things in the world, so I didn’t mind. Near the end on my first grade year I was walking home after school and I came across a snake. It hissed at me its scary eyes staring into my soul. I backed up and started throwing rocks at it while I was screaming my head off. The disgusting snake quickly slithered out of the path. I ran like the boogie man was behind me the whole way home, never turning around, never stopping to take a breathe until I walked into my house. The road was called Copperhead Road because it used to have a lot of copperheads all over the area. There were definitely a lot of snakes around that area, snakes just happen to be my biggest fear!

Later the school decided that the bus should go by our house so that we didn’t have to walk in the woods anymore. My brothers started going to school my second grade year so they never had to walk down that path. The bus is how we met most of our neighbors and made plenty of friends around our house. My brothers are twins so they got popular pretty fast. I guess people think twins are the coolest thing since sliced bread. I never really thought about it, we didn’t really even notice until we started going to school and everyone started making a big deal about them looking exactly the same.

I had a neighbor that lived less than a mile from me; she has been my best friend since we were in diapers. We used to sneak out of the road and meet in the middle. One day it was raining really hard and we were in our pajamas, we ran up and down the muddy dirt road. We jumped in every mud puddle trying to splash each other. My pajamas were white before I left the house, after that day I had to throw them away. Marina and I had a lot of fun that day!

After a while Marina and I started telling our parents that we were just going to go jogging together. To be honest I’m not sure her mom liked that very much because she thought I was a bad influence, the truth is Marina was crazy! I was the ‘let’s go have fun’ type of girl and she was the ‘let’s get into trouble’ type of girl. Not a good combination. We never did anything too crazy, but we had a lot of good times and there are a lot of good memories on Copperhead Road.

What is a place essay- Copperhead road

Copperhead Road

I can’t believe I let Maria talk me into coming to the club tonight. I stand in front of the mirror trying on every outfit in my closet, it seems like nothing looks the way i want it to. I can’t seem to get comfortable in my own skin. Every dress is too tight around my breasts; my friends are all flat chested so of course they like to make fun of the gigantic pillows on my chest. Just when im about to give up and just go to sleep, i find the right dress. I put it on, its black and has a deep v-cut, it goes right above my knees and the slit comes half way up my leg, and it has long sleeves. I'm finishing up my hair when there's a knock on the door. I let Maria in and she is going on and on about how we will have a one night stand with someone tonight and we won’t remember a thing in the morning. I get my daughters clothes packed to stay the night with her father for the night. I dropped her off earlier and told him i would drop the clothes off on my way to the club. Usually im the responsible one, i stay home with Chloe, i have a full time job, and im in college. He is the one that lives with his mom and runs around with his friends doing drugs, and anyone with legs. The only reason im letting him take her tonight is because i know that his mom will be the one taking care of her.

Maria and I get in her sports car with the top down. I decide that im gonna just let everything go and im gonna have fun tonight. At the club we sit at a table and start drinking immediately. Soon we are giggling and talking about how petty our problems are. Then a man walks up to the table and asks Maria to dance, she gives me a questioning glance and i tell her to go ahead. I sit at the table alone and watch Maria walking away. She’s tall, and very slender, her blonde straight hair goes half way down her back. She’s wearing a wild animal print dress that barely covers her butt; her heels must be six inches long! I don’t understand how that girl can walk in those darn things. The man is very handsome, slender with black hair and brown eyes, he’s wearing ripped jeans and a black button up shirt. They get to the floor and start grinding on each other. I sit in the seat alone in the club like a loser and convince myself that i need another drink. I walk over to the bar, trying not to fall from the heels im wearing, as im about to order a Bahama Mama a man walks up to me and tries to strike up a conversation by complimenting my perfect dress. I just smile, and try to brush him off. He’s very persistent so i let him buy me a drink. We sit at the table, having a normal conversation and i realize this man is possibly the hottest man in here. He is very tan, black hair, blue eyes, tall, and very muscular. He could be a model! The more he talks the more i can’t seem to keep my eyes off of him. What was his name? Josh? Jeremy? Im not sure.

He asks me to dance with him, for some reason it seems that the alcohol has made it much easier to walk in these heels. We start to dance, my arms around his neck and his around my waist. Suddenly i start to feel dizzy and i can’t seem to concentrate, my legs go numb and i lean on him so i don’t fall on the ground. I hear voices but i can’t understand any words, i can’t recognize any faces.

When i wake up im in a cold, dark, wet, cement room. Im lying on the ground with a pillow under my head. I start to raise my head but it’s no use my head feels too heavy. I just lay there unable to figure out what series of events led me here. Is Maria playing a joke on me? I can’t see anything. I start to groan, not able to pronounce any real words and the man from the club opens the door allowing a ridiculous bright light to hit me, im blinded. He asks if i need anything, i try to ask him what’s happening and where i am, but i can’t. The longer i lay here unable to speak or raise my head the more im terrified. The last thing i remember is dancing with him and feeling dizzy. He slams the heavy door shut and with that I hear someone else groaning, the voice sounds familiar... Is that Maria? None of this makes sense. I feel helpless. I slowly start to lean forward, my brain is jello, i try to see something, anything, but it’s too dark. I try to crawl towards Maria's voice. I finally reach her and i try to speak but it’s a lost cause. She grabs my hand and i know that this isn’t a joke, something horrible is happening.

            Maria talks trying to talk and with every noise she makes the more my heart pounds in my chest. Did someone drug us? Im getting deep into thought trying to remember what had happened, when a man opens the door. He looks familiar but I don’t know how. He starts talking; I can’t concentrate on the words just the sound of his voice. He walks closer to us, saying the same thing only louder and Maria jumps, she starts crawling away from him like she knows him. Suddenly, he walks over to her and grabs her face, he says with a sly smile “I thought I recognized you at the club, you’re the daughter of the lawyer. The lawyer that was supposed to protect him. But he failed and now my brother is in prison for life for something he didn’t do. Well if my brother is going to spend life in prison so will his daughter.”  Then he smacks her across the face hard. She screams and I try to run to her but someone grabs me. I turn and notice that the man I was dancing with is holding my arms behind my back. I give him a questioning gaze and he whispers in my ear sweetly, “Im sorry, you’re gonna be okay just trust me.” Then he throws me on the ground and says that next time there will be serious consequences if I do that again.

            The men leave the room, they heavy door slams and the only noise I hear is Maria’s cries. I crawl to her and try to calm her down and realize I can talk again. I ask her as understandingly as I can, “Who is that man? How did we get here? And why does he think your father is a lawyer?” She looks just as bewildered as I am. Obviously she hasn’t found her voice yet. I looks around the room. There is a light bulb hanging from the ceiling, the men must have turned it on when they stormed through here. The walls are all concrete with green mold up the ceiling. There are a few puddles of gross brown water in the corners. We must be in a basement. This room looks familiar for some reason, but I can’t understand how this creepy old basement could be a memory to me.    

            We hear a gun shot and I run to Maria, terrified that , the lunatic is going to shoot her. The grey metal door swings open and slams against the wall. The man I was dancing with runs in and grabs my arm, begging me to trust him. He drags me to my feet then does the same to Maria, she still hasn’t gotten her balance so he throws her over his shoulder. He grabs my hands and yanks me hard. He walks so fast that its almost considered running. He tells me to keep my eyes on him and just to follow him, but I look around the room. Lying on the floor face down is the man that smacked Maria. I don’t see where he was shot, but he is laying in a ocean of his own blood. The man pulls my arm and gives me a scolding look for not listening to him. He leads us outside, we aren’t in town anymore we are in the middle of no where. This place looks familiar. He puts Maria in the car and tells me to drive home. I tell him that I don’t know how to get home, my voice shaking and I sound like a scared child. He looks confused, then says accusingly “you were raised just a few blocks from here. Your just shaken up a bit. When you start driving you will rememeber how to get home.”

When i start driving i see the spot that my brothers and i used to hide from the neighbors in. I see the blackberry bush that we stole berries from and the field with the pond that we threw rocks into. This is where i grew up... Maria grew up less than a mile from me, she must remember this place too. I see the nieghbor guy's house that she thought she was in love with. Maria is just staring out the window, theres nothing being said to each other. We dont talk the whole hour and a half drive back into town. I drive to my house and call my daughter's father to make sure that she is okay. This long night seems like it was a month, I miss Chole, but im too scared to bring her home yet. I tell him that we were kidnapped and that i want her to stay another night with him to make sure that we werent followed, i want her to stay safe. Maria stays the night with me, we are too scared to be alone. Horrified of what could happen if they come back.

The next morning Maria and I wake up, snuggled next to each other like we are little girls again. Everything is okay we made it threw the night. I  wake her up, tears flooding my face at the realization of what had happend to us yesterday. Then i realize that we has been crying too. We sit on the bed crying on each others shoulders. We have no idea what to do next, should we tell the police? I take a shower and get ready to go see Chole, Im never having a night out again... I'll stick to being the boring single mom.


 

It’s not plagiarism, it’s an easy essay

This website is kind of insulting to anyone that actually pays attention to how he answered the questions. He pretty much says that if you arent good at english then you should just give up and focus on the things that you are good with. Why waste your time trying to learn something that you wont need for your career choice? Can anyone think of any careers in the U.S. that doesnt involve specching sentences? I sure cant! Its around $16 for my one page of the essay... Thats like a dollar a minute! It would be cheaper to do it yourself. Why do people always have to cheat their way out of things? A essay is how you feel about something or the facts about whatever your giving your speech on. Why is that so hard for people to wrap their minds around? Its not a hard task. You do research, learn about something and write it down, or type it up for an essay. Theres supposedly not plagiraism, who knows maybe there isnt. They said they are started to use a guy from India to help write the speeches, hes a professior at a college in India. How many professiors to you know that would help cheat a kid out of his/her education? I feel like this is all a sham. A professiors job is to teach, not to help someone cheat. Im sure everyone has thought about using something like this in highschool. But this is the real world and the fact that they say that you shouldnt waste your time on something you arent good at just isnt a good point of view. You work on the things you arent good at to improve it.

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point of view- pigeon mission

2nd Agent

Today was my first day on the job. I was just suppose to get the suitcase to my advisor and watch how he does business. I walk to the road and hand him the suitcase in a sneaky fashion. I walk over to the corner and stand next to the tree, i watch him. He sits on the bench, opens the suitcase and starts eating his bagel. He notices a pigeon standing on the back of the bench close to him staring down his bagel. He tears off a piece of the bagels and throws it, it bird looks at the piece he threw then back at him. The bird obviously wanted the whole thing not just a piece, he flew off the back of the bench and went after Bob, my advisor, Bob threw the bagel and the bird threw to retrieve it and when the bird sat on the top of the suticase the case fell over, enclosing the bird inside. Bob noticed what happened and went to go get the bird out, but the bird started pushing buttons. The case fell around, then started shooting lasers everywhere. It was chaos! Bob was hiding in the door way of a shoppe and the bird was flying around inside the case and shooting everything just looking for the bagel. Bob ran out and the case came back shooting at him, he hit the ground and noticed the bagel. He used the bagel to get the birds attention, he tried to pry the bird out of the case dangling the bagel as bait. The bird noticed the trap and went back in the case, the bird point the gun at Bob telling him to set the bagel on the ground. Bob started to set the bagel down, then he threw it in the air, the bird looked up at the bagel and Bob knocked the bird out of the case, as the bagel came down it must've hit the big red no-touchy-button. The rocket started to fly in the air and Bob used the jetpack built into the case and chased after it., the bird chased after him. persistent to get that bagel. The bird landed on the suitcase and stared him right in the eyes, daring him to shoot him. He really wanted that bagel. Bob opened the suitcase and the bagel flew in the air, the bird flew after the bagel and Bob used a missile to shoot down the rocket. When Bob got back on the ground he looked at the bird, then in the air and noticed that the rocket was coming down, he gave that stubborn bird a sly smile and walked away. The rocket landed right on the bird and his bagel, making the pigeon part of the pavement.

the process of making pie

I chose pie because my mom and i would make pies together for the holidays we would make lots of pie crusts the day before then put them in the freezer over night and make the pie filling the next morning and pill the pie crusts as we made the fillings and put them in the oven. It was a bonding time for my mom and i. She taught me how to make a lot of the stuff that we made on holidays but the pie crusts has the most meaning because we just sat at the dining room table and put all the ingredients together and rolled the crust, joking around being silly, jamming out to some oldies music and talking about anything and everything.

 

The process of making pie is easy, that's probably why people say "its easy as pie."

 First you add flour in a bowl and you get cold butter and cut it into smaller pieces, then you smash the butter with your fingers, in the flour, but don't touch the butter too much because you don't want it to melt. Then you get a measuring cup and put ice water in it. After you get done smashing all the butter add the ice cold water with a tablespoon working it into the crust until all the dough sticks together, but the crust should be dry. If you add too much water you can add a little more flour to dry it up. When your finally done with kneading the dough you roll it into a ball and start to roll it out with a rolling pin. It should be pretty thin, but not so thin that you cant pick it up and put it in the pie dish. After you get done rolling it, i like to place the pie dish upside down on it to make sure that the crust will cover the whole dish, if it does then i pick up the crust and put it in the dish and cut the crust that goes off the side and decorate the outer edges.

 If I'm gonna finish the pie the next day i just put the crust in the freezer and finish in the morning, but if I'm doing it that day i go ahead and add the pie fillings then put it in the oven and boom its done. My favorite is my moms pecan pie but I've never made that before. I always make apple pie, with the canned apple but i add cinnamon sugar.

 

My mom found the recipe for the pie crust in the recipe that we have from my great grandmother on my dads side. My grandma on my moms side couldn't cook to save her life! Honestly my mom and her kids are pretty much the only people in our family that can cook. My mom taught all her kids how to cook and bake including the boys. She always said that everyone should know how to cook, we need to know how to take care of ourselves. She told me that i need to learn how to cook because when i have a family i need to know how to feed them without them wanting to starve themselves! When my daughter gets old enough to start helping me i will teach her how to make the pies and the Christmas cookies. Baking and cooking with my mom for the holidays was something that i will never forget, its very sentimental to me. Even now that i don't live with her i like to come help with the pies and i bring some of my own pies.

 

 

 

 I don't know how to make her pecan pie (its on my to-do list) but i do make other kinds of pies. I like the experiment and try new types of pies. Last year i made a blueberry pie and a apple pie. I left the blueberry pie at my parents house and my mom called me and told me that my dad and brothers were fighting over the last piece of the pie. Traditionally my mom only made pumpkin pie and pecan pie. I bring the variety! ;) i don't make very many pies, in fact last year i only made two. My older sister is convinced that i will take over the holiday stress of having the family over and cooking, but i am fighting it for now! Misty, my sister, usually brings a bunch of dips and a dirt cake because dirt cake is her husband's favorite and his birthday is Christmas Eve. Sometimes my older brother Joseph brings apple pie, its been a few since that's happened. My aunt and uncle buy rolls and the bring soda. After we eat our huge meal we sit around eating pie and playing games. All the guys play poker and the girls sit at a different table playing board games with the kids.

lightning

 

 

 

 

Lightning

The sky is a fascinating place. One of my favorite things to watch in the sky is lightning. Its always different, they never look the same and the large, sudden bolts of light fill every ones eyes with awe. When i was younger my parents gave me the room with the most windows because i love to look outside while I'm laying in bed, lightning storms were my favorite nights, listening to the calm rain and watching all the bright, breath taking lights fill the night sky. Its just stunning. It can be dangerous too though. People have been seriously injured some even killed. Even trees aren't safe from lightning, sometimes the lightning strikes the trees and they catch on fire and the tree is fried or it strikes limping and they fall off. Lightning is very dangerous but its so beautiful. Isn't that the way it always works? Beautiful things are always dangerous.