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contrast the qualities of an awful relationship you’ve had to a good one

Contrast Essays.

Relationships come in all different forms; there are good relationships and awful relationship. Everyone has been in a good relationship and than there are those relationship that are completely awful in multiple ways. I have experienced an awful relationship and I have experience an amazing relationship; and I definitely know the difference between a great and a horrible relationship.
In my last relationship I was always unhappy, and I could never do anything right. I was always in the wrong some how with my ex-boyfriend Curtis. It was like if I even breathed wrong than he would bite my head off. I was never happy with him; he was always making me cry because he’d yell at me, swear at me and put me down negatively. I remember one day I had just got to his house and I was out talking on the phone, and when I had came inside his house he started yelling at me because I didn’t tell him who I was talking to and why I was talking to who I was. There were many of multiple different times he yelled at me for random things, and most of the time I didn’t even know what I did to get yelled at. Swearing at me was a thing he was good at. He was always calling me a bitch, slut, whore and all the horrible names that could bring a girls ego go from a hundred to negative zero. When he got mad at someone else like his parents because he couldn’t do what he wanted to do, he would take it out on me. It was ridiculous. Not only did he just swear at me but he was always putting me down telling me that I had to be with him because no one else would ever want to be with me. He pretty much had me convinced what he said was the word, he was right about everything, and he made sure he got that across to me. He would also tell me that I was ugly, and that he could do so much better than me. His favorite thing to tell me to make me feel like crap was that I was fat. I never really thought that he actually meant what he said but towards the end, I knew that the feelings just weren’t there and we just weren’t meant to be together. The relationship I am in now with Michael has been amazing. He never yells at me, swears at me or puts me down. I can make Michael mad but he doesn’t fly off the handle at me, he will sit down and tell me what I did to make him mad and gives me a chance to apologize to him. He treats me like I should be treated. He never swears at me or calls me names that he actually means. We always fool around and call each other a slut, but it’s just joking around and we both know that. There is never a moment where he puts me down either. He always tells me that I am beautiful and that I am the girl for him. He tells me I’m perfect just the way I am, and to never change. When I am all frustrated because I don’t understand something he doesn’t tell me “Katie, you’re so stupid.” Instead he tells me “Babe, just calm down. You’ll get it. It just takes practice.” I never thought that I would be with someone who cares so much about me, and loves me for who I am. He never tells me that he deserves better what so ever. I honestly never thought that I would be able to find someone who treats me like I am suppose to be and not treated like dirt.
Fighting was another big issue with Curtis. We were always fighting over stupid things like if I didn’t call him at the exact time I said I would or if I wasn’t at his house at the time he told me to be there. It was ridiculous. I couldn’t even look or talk to any of my guy friends. Whenever I didn’t call him or show up at his house when he told me too, he would make a huge deal out of it and tell me I was cheating on him or something stupid like that. I can remember one time I had to work later and I didn’t get a chance to call him and let him know. I got to his house an hour or two later than I said I would be up there at. He came all unglued on me, he was screaming at me and swearing at me, and it use to get to the point where I would try to get into my car and leave. Talking to boys was definitely an issue with him. He always had to know who I was talking to, what I was talking about, and everything. He always seemed to know when I had talked to one of my guy friends also, which caused a lot of fights. It use to get so bad, and when I would start crying he would yell at me even more and tell me he didn’t want to be with me anymore and that I have wasted a year of his life. One of the last fights I can remember is when I was sitting on his bed with him while all of his friends were there, and he literally didn’t talk to me for 2 hours straight. I had finally had enough of it and grabbed my stuff and walked out his door. He chased after me out that door faster than a cheetah going after its prey. He let the loudest yell out of him I had ever herd. “Where the hell do you think your going? If you leave here right now, don’t ever come back again!” I didn’t really know what to think, so I just said “um, I am going home because you were ignoring me! You didn’t talk to me for two hours, and I am sick of being ignored and I am sick of your shit.” He didn’t like that too much. He got even angrier, he punched my car and I left. That was the last fight that I can remember having with him, because after that I ended it. I eventually figured out that I deserve someone who isn’t going to fight with me over every little thing that I did. Michael and I have had little stupid fun fights, but nothing ever as bad as my last relationship. Michael and I have been together for over a year now and we have not had one bad fight. We talk out our problems if we have issues about something, instead of accusing each other of crap and starting a huge fight. No one wants to be in a relationship where all you do is fight 24/7, least I know I don’t.
Spending money always seemed to be my job in the relationship. I was always giving Curtis money. I gave him so many things. I worked at McDonalds making minimum wage, and I made probably about 120 to 150 dollars for a 40 hours in two weeks. I had a car payment that I had to pay for, and not to mention I wasn’t even using my own car because Curtis had it. I would pay my car payment, and than I had to hand over the rest of my money to him so that he could get what he wanted to get. The whole year I was with him I don’t think he spent a penny on anything for me. When we went to Bangor I had to put gas in the car, pay for him to eat and me and not to mention his friends. It always seemed like he didn’t want me around unless I had money to give him, and if I didn’t have money to give him he would get all pissed and starting yelling at me. I never thought that it was suppose to be the girl who pays everything for the boy. Everyone that I have ever talked to or seen it’s always the boy buys and pays for the girl. Michael never lets me pay for anything. He is always spending money on me, even when I tell him no. He always tells me “Babe, you’re my girl; I want to buy you things.” It makes me feel bad at times, because I was just so use to always having to pay for everything, so it makes me feel bad that he won’t ever let me pay for anything. It never matters how much money I have, he won’t ever let me pay for anything. Michael and I have been together over a year and I think that I may have bought one meal for us and that’s it. He always gives me a dirty look when I tell him that I want to pay for something. Let’s just say I never get to spend money. This year for Christmas he has spent way too much money on me. He has bought me a pink dell laptop, pink LG rhythm cell phone and some other things that I don’t know about. Michael never lets me spend any money on him, I have spent a hundred and something on him so far for Christmas and he is mad because he says “I spent way too much money on him already.” It makes me feel good that he respects me and cares about me, and actually treats me how I am supposed to be treated. I don’t care about how much money he spends on me, I just care about the love behind everything that he does.
Experiencing two different relationships really opens your eyes about how people are. When Curtis and I broke up at first I was just heartbroken because I didn’t think that I deserved anyone else, and he made me feel like I didn’t. He made me feel guilty about everything, but with Michael I have never been happier. We have an amazing relationship and I never want to have to experience another relationship. He treats me with respect and treats me like a lady. When I’m with him I feel safe and protected, and I feel like no one could ever bring me down. It’s the best feeling in the world.

PRACTICE FINAL (EFFECT ESSAY!)

DEATH

One of the hardest truths can be excepting a death in the family, especially someone who is close to you. These truths can be difficult at times for multiple reasons. For instance, being too young to understand, not wanting to understand, or simply because you know that they are never coming back. When I was in fifth grade one of my closest uncles was killed in a snowmobile accident, this was a hard thing for me to deal with because I was too young to really understand what death was, I didn’t really want to understand because it hurt to think about it and lastly because I knew that he was never coming back. All of these things made it hard for me to actually comprehend the fact that my Uncle Joel was gone.
I can remember the day that my father and Uncle Shawn came home to tell me about the accident, and how Uncle Joel had been killed in it. I was young and didn’t quite understand so I thought it was a joke. At first I laughed until I realized that they were telling the truth about it, and than I just cried. Everything was hectic, and I wanted to be able to know what happened but because I was so young I wasn’t able to know all the important details that the adults knew. It was really hard for me to accept his death because I had never really been around a situation like this before, so it was a whole new experience to me. I didn’t understand why he had to die, why I couldn’t go see him and why he couldn’t be saved. I was just heartbroken about it all. Eventually when I got older I realized why he died, why I couldn’t go see him and why he couldn’t be saved. I remember my Dad sitting me down a couple of years later and explaining all the questions that I asked to me. I remember him telling me “Your Uncle Joel was drunk and took off on his snow sled, he went airborne and fell off his sled. The impact was too much for his skull and the rest of his body to handle. There was no way for him to be saved because he was announced dead on the site.” He than went on to tells me that “I didn’t want you to see your Uncle Joel the way that I saw him when I found him dead in the road. I wanted you to remember him how he was, and all the good memories you spent with him. I just didn’t want you to be traumatized.” After all my questions were answered when I had got older, everything was more clear to me and I understood a little better, but because I was so young when the accident happened I wouldn’t had made since of what I was told.
Not wanting to understand it was another reason why nothing made since to me. I think that I could had made since of it all if I wanted to, but I didn’t want to accept the fact that my Uncle Joel was dead and gone forever. I pretended like I didn’t understand so that I wouldn’t have to. I remember telling my mom that it was all a big joke, one mean lie, but in reality it wasn’t. It was real, the whole thing was real. Uncle Joel taking off way to drunk on his sled, my Dad and Uncle Shawn coming home to tell me about it, his funeral and burial. It was all real. I also don’t think I wanted to understand because I just wanted it all to go away. I wanted all the problems to disappear and stop seeing everyone around me so upset and sad. It broke my heart to see my Dad cry, because he had already lost one brother, but this time he had to see his second brother dead on the road. I also never understood why everyone started fighting after his death, but I didn’t really want to know either because it mad me angry to think that all anyone could think about was who get’s his belongings. It was bad enough that he was dead, but it made it even worse when they all started fighting. It just made me so angry, and I realized that I never wanted to understand what happened and what was happening at that very moment.
I knew a little bit about death when I was in fifth grade but not much like I said. The only really thing that I knew about death was that it means they are never coming back. Well, at such a young age it scared me to death. It made me think about what if my parents were to get in accident tomorrow, I wouldn’t have no body and it just scared me. I would stop and think about all the good times I had with Uncle Joel like swimming with him in the lake, going fishing with him, him teaching me things, hearing his funny stories, and just seeing him whenever I wanted to. All of those things made me cry because I knew that I would never be able to create new memories with him in the future. The only thing that I had of him after he was gone out of my life forever was all the great memories that we once had shared, and I knew that those were the memories that I would never forget for as long as I lived. I knew that whenever I got sad and wanted to think about him and remember him all I had to do was stop and think of all the great fun things that he did do with me while he was here, and it makes all the pain and sorrow go away.
Being young and having someone so close to you die is one of the worst tragic incidents that could ever possibly happen. I know that everyone dies after a while, and it’s part of life but no young child should have to go through that.

CAUSE ESSAY 2

Cool crisp air, getting colds, shivering under layers of clothes is what cheerleading is all about. Jumping, dancing, yelling, screaming, supporting the boys on Friday nights, is one of the best feelings in the world, when I am in front of hundreds of fans.
Cheerleaders aren’t known as being athletic because everyone thinks that all we do is whimpy, or pathetic. Being a cheerleader I know that there is definitely more in cheering than just wearing short skirts, being flirts and being all peppy. I think that there is way more to cheerleading than a lot of people realize. I believe that cheerleading is fulfilled with a lot of hard work and determination. I think that a lot of people put us down and stereo type us just because they think of people like me as snobby, stuck up bitches. Well, I got a news flash for everyone. I am not like that, nor is a lot of girls. Yes, I am giggly and like to have fun at games and practices but I also put a lot of hard work into what I do. I feel that if we was to ask a lot of football players at our school what their motto to cheering is, they would most likely say “Cheering. It’s harder than football!”
I feel that determination is one of the biggest things that play’s in the role as a cheerleader. I know that if I’m not determined the stunt that I’m helping to put up, isn’t going to go, or the dance is going to look sloppy. I feel that everyone that is on a squad needs to make sure that we all look the same and think the same way. What do I mean by this? Well, everyone needs to think when there is a skinny little scronnie girl up in the air being supported by my strength and someone else’s. I know that when I’m looking up watching my flyer I think to my self "Alright, I am one of the only things supporting this girl. Everything will work and nobody will hit the floor." When I get ready to enter the field after the second quarter buzzer goes off, all I need to think is "this is going to go, I will not mess up, and everyone who’s watching will love it." Being determined that everything will work, and look good isn't the easiest thing to always do, but I know that I need to in order to have a good positive outcome. I think that determination in cheerleading is basically everything. It's the frosting on a cake.
I think that spirit is another main thing in cheering. If I have a lot of spirit than all the people in the crowd thinks that I am being snobby, preppy or just a stereo-type cheerleader. I honestly think that my spirit and other girl’s spirit during the games helps gets the football players motivated, and feel like they have support and they get their heads into the game and play. Not only do I and other girls on the squad give spirit to the football players but we give spirit to the school. I have events that I go to, and the other girls also go to get all the fall sports pumped up and help them get their heads into the game. I feel that spirit is a cheerleaders main job to spread. I try my hardest to show everyone how to get psyched up for a game and not worry about acting like idiots, and so do a lot of other girls on the squad.
I know that being a cheerleader stereo-typing is something that brings me and a lot of other cheerleaders down. I asked someone what they thought about cheerleading and this is what he/she told me. "I believe a cheerleader that is very into cheering is most likely say is blonde, skinny, preppy, and very annoying. Yeah, it's good to be happy. But when they are normally happy, it makes them look very stupid. They try and act smart but don’t always work. They are so into cheering they usually don't have any other interests. Like academics." I know that things like this is what makes me and other girls not want to get out in front of people and do what I need to do, and what other girls need to do. I think it's kind of bull crap that I nor other cheerleaders get no respect from anyone. We have had football players actually come to our practice's and do the some of the stunts that we do and they have actually admitted to us that they think that cheering is harder than football. I think that if everyone would actually get to know me and some of the other girls that are cheerleaders than the "model" of a cheerleader would change.
I don’t’ think that cheerleading is a dumb sport. I know that people think is whimpy , ridicules or stupid. I as a cheerleader know that I am a nice, caring, athlete, and I take pride in everything that I do, and so don’t a lot of other cheerleaders. I know that cheering is a sport, a very hard sport that some of these things play a role in. I think that everyone should give cheerleaders a chance and not stereo-type them as skinny, preppy, blonde bitches.

COMPARISSON ESSAY 2

Ever had a sister, cousin, or even a best friend who acted just like you? The way you look, smile, your eyes, and everything that makes up your personality or attitude is just like someone else’s. My sister and I are about 5 years apart, she is 12 and I am 17. Morgan and I have so many things in common like our looks, attitude, activities that we like and a lot of other things that would take too long to list.
“Oh my god, you look just like your sister” gets old when you hear it almost every day. Ever since I can remember we have always looked like little twins. When I was about 7 and she was about 2 or 3 we use to dress alike, wear our hair alike, and everything. There is this picture that was taken where you wouldn’t have even guessed that we weren’t twins. Everything was the same. Our facial features were the same, hair color and even hair style was the same. It’s pretty crazy. Morgan’s facial features and mine are just alike. Our eyes, lips, face shape, smile and everything else that makes up a face is the exact same. Our eyes are brown, our lips are a pinkish color, our face is roundish, our smile is beautiful, and everything else is the exact same. Our skin color is tan but not too tan. Although we look alike, doesn’t mean there isn’t other things that we have that is just alike.
Attitude is a big thing that makes up who we are. We both have crappy attitudes when we want to, but we also have great attitude when we want to. I remember just becoming a teenager and I had the worst attitude any one could ever believe. I was literally a little bitch to my family. I would come home throw my stuff in my room and lock myself right up inside my room and not let anyone come in my room nor would I talk to them. I had the attitude where if something didn’t go my own way, well it was pretty much hell. It was horrible. I did have a great attitude at times though. I would have a laughing, giggling smiling attitude, especially when something was going my way. At these times I would come out of my room and actually sit down and talk with my family instead of being locked right up in my room. The worst part is Morgan has that same attitude. She is going to be a “teenager” in January and she has that attitude that I had. She thinks that she’s all that. Can you guess what she does when she gets home? Well, let me tell you. She walks through the door and slams it shut. She then continues to walk into her room and she throws her things down on her floor, slams the door and locks her self up inside until dinner time. She does the same exact thing that I use to do. She won’t talk to anyone or even let them in her room and if you do happen to go in she has a head fit. She and I definitely have that attitude where we can be little bitches. Believe or not she does have a good side to her, just like I do. When she’s in a good mood and has a great attitude she is all smileys, giggly and laughs non stop. It’s nice because you don’t have to listen to her yell and have a shitty attitude. She will come out and actually talk to all of us without saying “why, and yes Mom or yes Dad!” and than you would usually hear her slam the door. She actually sits down with us, and talks. She isn’t locked up in her room talking on the phone, texting or on the computer. It’s nice. I feel bad sometimes that she and I attitudes are alike because when we are both in crappy moods our parents have one of the worst days. I swear they want to just rip our hair right out of our heads.
Not only do we look alike, or have the same attitudes but we also enjoy doing the same things. We are always doing something whether it’s being outside or playing sports. I enjoy a lot of things out side and she enjoys the same things. During the summer I enjoy swimming, fishing, four wheeling, lying out in the sun, running around doing crazy things and so doesn’t she. You never usually find neither of us inside. We are always out doing things. During the fall time we are out hunting with our Dad or mudding. When I had my 4 wheeler I always use to go find the biggest mud hole to get buried in. She and I would walk back down to the house covered in mud, head to toe. It was crazy. Winter time we are always outside doing things together. We both love the snow. We are always riding snowmobiles, sledding, building snowman’s, having snowball fights. Pretty much whatever you can do outside in the winter time, we are doing it. It’s probably my favorite time of the year, and Morgan’s too. Not only do we love the different seasons but we enjoy the same sports like field hockey, football, hockey, cheering, basketball and all the other fun sports that are out there. I use to play field hockey in Junior High, and when Morgan got up there she fell in love with the sport. The same thing goes for cheering, but I have cheered right up through from Junior High to my senior year in High School. We both also use to play basketball through Rec. I know I enjoyed that, and so did she. We never played hockey nor football but we both enjoy watching it on TV or even just playing with our cousins during the summertime or fall time. It’s good times. We just love being active and doing things at all times.
I never really thought that Morgan and I would be the same because starting off it seemed like we were two totally different people, but come to find out we are the same. We like a lot of the same things, our attitudes are exactly the same, and the activities we like to do are exactly the same. It’s pretty crazy.

Practice Final! Essay #9

Love Sucks!
Growing up and becoming a teenager is one of the worst times in life. It’s fun at first because you get to actually grow up and do things that you can’t do when you’re younger, but in reality it sucks. I was excited to grow up and be able to date and do all the fun things that go along with falling in love. Once I got there though it became a disaster, and I learnt a lot of hard truths that I never thought I would ever learn or accept.
Going into high school as a freshman and not knowing anyone was like fresh meat to a dinosaur. I was young, shy, and gullible. When you’re fifteen and somebody tells you that they love you, you believe it. Me being fifteen and all, and being shy I totally fell for the big ole “L” word, it was one of the worst mistakes I ever did. There was this boy who I was totally head over heals for. He was everything that a girl my age could ever want. He was amazing and hot, I thought he was nice and caring, and actually cared about me, but in the end I found out that is not what he cared about. All he wanted was the thing that rude, ignorant, stupid boys want.
It was April and I met this boy out to the Chester pits. He was a dirt biking dude, and I thought it was totally hot. We hung out for a while and he acted like he cared about me and he was super nice. After a couple of weeks we ended up becoming a couple. I was that happy stupid girl who didn’t want to mess anything up, so I did exactly what I shouldn’t have done. At first we had a lot of fun together, everything was great. I had everything that I exactly wanted, ad least I thought I did. In the beginning we got along great, he was nice, and I was in paradise. He always wanted to be with me, and there wasn’t a mean bone in his body. Our relationship was amazing. We laughed together, cried together, and did everything together. But something ended up happening, and everything that we knew completely changed.
One day I can remember just everything changing. He was turning to out to be a complete asshole. I couldn’t do anything right in his eyes. He would call me fat all the time, and a lot of other ignorant names. I didn’t pay any attention to it, because I didn’t want to loose him because he was my first love. I let him say anything that he wanted to say to me, just because he had me convinced that I needed him. He would make up stupid things that he would supposable hear from others, but truthfully everything he said never happened. He lied all the time, and would say “Someone I know saw you with another guy.” When I told him that it wasn’t true he would yell at me and call me a whore. I stopped caring and let him believe what he wanted to believe. I knew that the time for us to break up was coming up, because I was getting tired of being treated like shit. Towards the end of it, I purposely started fights with him just so maybe he would just break up with me, but he wouldn’t. I did things that he didn’t want me to, so I could try to make him mad, but that didn’t work either. I ended up finally getting the nerve to break up with him, and when I did, oh boy it wasn’t pretty. He yelled and screamed at me for the longest time. He’d keep calling me until I would finally pick up, and sit there and say shit just to make me cry. It was ridiculous.
I can remember when I was hanging out with one of my friends and he came down and told me I was leaving with him. I thought that maybe him and I could talk and try to work things out, but the first thing that he said to me when I got in the car was “you’re a whore.” I knew that nothing was ever going to get better. I cried all the time with and without him because I just didn’t know what to do. I was young and didn’t know how to handle a situation like this. My parents and friends told me in the beginning how he looked to be, but I just thought that they were saying that because they didn’t want me to be happy. I ended up learning the truth about him, and having the worst relationship. I was afraid to love again for the longest time, and was so afraid of getting my heart broken.
I eventually found someone who treated me like I should be treated. It took me along time to figure out how that other guy was, but I eventually learnt the truth the hard way. I also learnt that my parents and friends weren’t trying to make me unhappy; they were trying to protect me so I wouldn’t get my heart broken. Loved sucked at that time, until I met someone last year; who isn’t a dick to me. He has taught me so many things, and we are going to be starting a life together. Having to learn the truth the hard way sucked, but it lead me to right where I needed to be, with him.

Comparison Essay

Love and the seasons of the year are alike in so many ways. I’m sure we have all had relationships that have changed like the seasons chanage. We have had dark scary gloomy fights, bright sunny happy times, those windy emotion destroying times, and just the times where we cry like the rain is coming down. Love and the seasons are nowhere near the same issue what so ever, but they have a lot in common.
Summertime is made up of love, memories and all those great wonderful things that you can’t find any other time. Summertime is when the sun is shinning, the skies are blue, the clouds are white and fluffy and nothing seems to go wrong. The beginning of a relationship is just like this. The times are sunny, the love is clear, everything is clear and fun. You create a lot of memories, and the love will either go on till next summertime or it will end forever at the very moment when the sun goes away, the ski become cloudy, and everything turns dark and cold. The memories last, but will eventually fade like the sun does when it goes down at night, and the cold heart breaking moments set in.
Fall time is made up of different times. It’s one of the most fun festival times of the year. Fall is the time to show thanks. There are times in relationships where things you never knew about your partner starting falling down at you like leaves falling off trees. Deer run wild, coyotes chase after the deer and bring them down, just like love does. You and your partner runs wild, your love is amazing until someone turns into a coyote and tries to bring you down. They lie and try to tear your love apart like a coyote tears a deer apart. There are parts in relationships where your partner really shows thanks for everything that you have done for you. They tell you how much they mean to you, and make you feel like royalty. There’s that point of course after showing thanks that fights occur, it goes from pretty leaves falling on your head to slipping on black ice. After that things and people you use to know, you may not know anymore. The love that you once shared with someone turned to be all slippery and heart killing.
Winter time is slippery, cold, wet, just like love can get. There’s that point right before your relationship ends where it’s slippery. You can’t say anything to your partner without your eyes getting wet because all you want to do is cry, because you know your love is dying. The relationship gets cold, it’s no longer holding on to each other on chill nights watching movies, and it’s more like being alone watching movies by your self. This part of the relationship when you are breaking up it’s like the person you once knew slipped on black ice and drove into a tree, and all the chemistry and brain waves switched like the season of winter switches to spring. It’s crazy, and sad, but that’s okay sometimes, because you learn who’s there for you for life, like you family is.
It’s crazy how relationship and love changes like the seasons. There’s different parts of relationships that can be compared to seasons. The summertime is the memory making time, the fall time is where you find out things that you never knew, and the winter time is that season where everything turns to be slippery and everything goes bye-bye.

Example Essay

Cooking! Ha-ha. That’s funny. Me and cooking is like mash potatoes and peanut butter going together, which they don’t so I guess you see how bad my cooking is. When I was little I use to love cooking with my grandmother. She taught me how to cook pancakes and a lot of yummy things like that. I thought that I would be fine cooking when I got older, but when it got to the point where I could even cook oodles and noodles or macaroni and cheese than I knew that cooking and I just don’t mix. These are some of the ways why cooking and I don’t mix.
One day my sister and I were hungry so I decided I’d make her and me some oodles and noodles. So, I dug through the cupboard and found a couple of packages of chicken flavored of oodles and noodles. I got the pan that I was going to use to cook it with, and poured water in the pan. I believe the package said it needed about 4 cups of water all together. The water boiled and than I put the noodles in the pan. The noodles cooked and I dumped the seasoning in with the noodles and mixed it all up. I thought for sure that it was going to be good, but when we started eating the noodles, we both looked at each other and curled up our noses. I still from this day have no idea what I did wrong to make it taste like it did. It seriously tasted like I don’t even know what. I just remember it was the worst tasting thing I have ever tasted. Let’s just say that those noodles went right into the trash!
Don’t worry; the noodle incident isn’t the only bad thing that I tried to cook! Again my sister and I were hungry once again one day so we decided we wanted macaroni and cheese. So like we did with the oodles and noodles we dug through the cupboard, found the macaroni and cheese, got the pan and filled it with water, let the water boil, poured the macaroni in the pan, let the macaroni cook and strained it. After straining all the water out of the pain we poured the macaroni back into the pan and added the cheese, poured milk in with it and also added butter. We stirred it up, so that none of the cheese was clumped up and put some in a bowl. Once we took a bite in it, our noses once again scrunched right up in the air. There was no way we was going to try to eat that stuff. So, we got the bright idea instead of wasting it, we would feed it to our black lab George. Psh, you think that he would eat it? No! He wouldn’t even eat it. It was horrible. After that I seriously decided that I suck at cooking.
I decided I would try to cook something one more time, and see if I really am that horrible at cooking. I decided to try to cook some thing out of a box; it was some type of Chef Boyardee pizza kit. I did everything it said to do. I put all the ingredients in, the water, the seasonings, everything. When I put it in the oven it looked pretty good, but when I took that thing out of the oven you couldn’t even realize what it was. It was pretty distorted. I had the wonderful idea to try it, because sometimes looks can be deceiving. But, it didn’t taste any better than it looked. It was horrible, so as you can guess that went in the trash too. I finally realized after that. “Wow! My cooking really is that horrible!” So I gave up trying to cook.
Giving up on cooking probably wasn’t the best idea but seriously I can’t cook. Like I said before cooking and me just doesn’t mix what so ever! Looks like when I get out on my own I’m either going to be eating out a lot or my boyfriend will have to cook everything. :)

I SEARCH PAPER

DAMAGE THAT ASBESTOS CAUSES
And how it affect’s me.





By:
Katie Ireland






English101,
November 12, 2008
John Goldfine

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Summary……………………………………….
Background…………………………………….
Why I’m Writing………………………………..
What I Know……………………………………
The Search…………………………………….
What I’ve Learned…………………………….
The Future…………………………………….
List of Sources………………………………..












THE SUMMARY
A couple of years ago when I found out that my Dad had got into a type of material called asbestos, I have wondered what type of material it is, what it’s used for, and what damages it does to the body. Once my Dad got into the material he had to go see a doctor and let him know about what he got into. After the information my father was told, I really started wondering what damages it does to the body; so I decided to write my I-search paper about the “the dangers of asbestos and how it affects me.” I am determined to find all the information that I need to answer questions that I have on the condition that my father may develop.








BACKGROUND
A couple of years ago my father was working at the paper mill in Lincoln, Maine when he had got into some type of material called asbestos. Asbestos is a type of mineral fiber that has been used commonly in a variety of building construction materials for insulation and as a fire-retardant. (http://www.epa.gov/iaq/asbestos.html) Several asbestos products have been banned because this material is known to cause cancer.
When my father was told about what type of material he had got into he was told that he immediately needed to make an appointment with his physician and be checked and told the damage that asbestos can cause. He was told the damage that asbestos causes, which is cancer. The physician told him that when they find out that he has cancer than it will most likely be too late to treat it. The things that we were told gave us all a scare. My family didn't take the news as well as my father thought they would. Everyone's reaction in the family was depressing to me. Being as young as I was when my father was told this news I took it like any young child would but the rest of my family denied the fact of what he had been told. No one in my family talked about it, especially my dad's mom. She had already lost a son and the thought of loosing another frightened her, which was expected but it broke my father's heart. He needed his family to be there to help him and talk to him about this issue, but everyone wanted to brush the issue off, and that's exactly what happened.
I have had family members that have been diagnosed with lung cancer but I never thought it would be my dad that would have it. My grandmother went through a lot when she had cancer and I don't ever want to see my father go through that. They had tried a lot to help save her. The chemo and radiation that they tried to treat the cancer with, but all that did was made her very sick, and as she got worse; she decided that she wanted to spend the last part of her life with the ones that she loved. She eventually went home and lived her life the best she could. At the end of it, she was in so much pain that she had to be put back in the hospital. She was given morphine and she was still in pain. She ended up dying on July 4th. Seeing her die in so much pain, makes me hope and pray that my father never has to go through that. Now every day that goes by my family and I wonder if my father has cancer or how long my father will actually be around, and pray that he won’t have to go through what my grandmother went through.















WHY I’M WRITING
This particular essay motivated me to research what asebestos actually was and how it causes cancer. My father being told that he will be diagnosed with cancer and not being able to help him really made me think and ask alot of questions. I wanted to write about this because I want to know different questions about how asbestos causes cancer. The following questions that I would like to be able to answer by the end of this is 1. How do people get exposed to cancer?2. What types of cancer’s develop due to asbestos?
3. How many people suffer from lung cancer due to asbestos?4. How does asbestos acutally cause lung cancer?5. What are the signs that the material has caused cancer? I am hopping by having these particular questions answered than maybe I will have a better understanding on how the material that my father got into causes cancer and know what the signs are that he may have it so it could possibly be caught in time.




WHAT I KNOW
I know that asbestos is a material that shows up in industries, plants, mills and some construction sites. I also know that asbestos is exposed to people through ingestion. Asbestos is a harmful material that has been banned to use, because it causes harm to the body, if you are exposed to it. Asbestos can cause cancers, but I am not sure what types of cancers. What I need to find out is what types of cancers are caused by this material, how are people exposed to it, how asbestos causes cancer, what are the signs that you have been exposed to it, and an estimate number of how many people suffer from cancer due to asbestos. I also know that a lot of the times before the doctor can catch that an individual who was exposed to this material has cancer, it’s too late.








THE SEARCH
Once I decided to write about asbestos I figured that the internet would be best source to get information. I went to google and typed in” What harms does asbestos cause?” and it brought me this website http://www.cancer.org/docroot/PED/content/PED_1_3X_Asbestos.asp. That is where I found most of my information. This website was very useful to me, and this is the main website that I used to find all my information from. It explained what asbestos is, how you are exposed to it, how asbestos is causes cancer and the types of cancers that it causes, and it also shows studies done on animals that has been done to prove the theory of how asbestos causes cancer.
I thought that this website would be a good source to collect my information because it’s a website that the American Cancer Society created, so I knew that the information would be accurate. This website was a great source of information for me, and I will remember to use this website the next time I would like to find out additional information on the material asbestos.
After gathering the information I needed off that website, I went back to google and typed in “signs of being exposed to asbestos”. The site that I used to gather my information was http://www.cancer.org/docroot/PED/content/PED_1_3X_Asbestos.asp. This website was a good source for information because it gave me the symptoms of how you know when you are developing stages of cancers, which gives the symptoms of how individuals was exposed to asbestos.
For my last source of information I needed, I went back to google and typed in the “symptoms of mesothelioma” and it brought me to a useful site http://www.mesolink.org/resources/symptoms-of-mesothelioma.html. I learnt a lot off from this site, and it gave me great information, to use in my paper. I would recommend this website to others who may be researching the same topic as I am.













WHAT I’VE LEARNED
When I began my research paper on “Asbestos” I wasn’t well educated about this material, so I thought it was going to be hard to research and write about. The only thing I really knew about asbestos was it was a material that is found in mills that causes a long term illness. I wasn’t sure about what kind of long term illness, or the symptoms that goes along with illnesses. After doing research on this topic for a couple of weeks, I learnt more and more about what asbestos was, and what problems my father could run into down the road.
Asbestos is names given to multiple types of fibrous materials that have are used for things like thermal insulation, chemical and stability, and also high tensile strength. The three common types of asbestos are a) chrysotile, b) amosite and c) crocidolite.
Asbestos is divided into two main groups called serpentine and amphibole.
Serpentines have sheet or layered structure. The main group in serpentines is chrysotile which makes up about 90%-5% of all asbestos that is contained in buildings, in the United States. Amphiboles have a chain liked structure. There are five types of asbestos in this group. The five types are
1. Acronym which is for mines in South Africa.
2. Amosite or “brown asbestos” is the second material that is found in building materials.
3. Crocidolite or “blue asbestos” which is found in specialized high temperature places.
Anthophyllite, tremolite, and actinolite are rare and found mainly in contaminants in other minerals. Asbestos can be found throughout the world, and it is still mined in Australia, Canada, South Africa, and the former Soviet Union.
Many individuals are exposed to asbestos by inhaling the fibers that are in the air. Asbestos can enter the body through ingestion, which may happen when people eat or contaminated food and liquids such as water. The heaviest exposures of asbestos are in industries and in mills that contain asbestos. The fibers from asbestos is carried on your clothes, which than can be inhaled by others in the household. Asbestos can be detected in water supplies that are caused by natural causes or from old mill ceiling and or walls breaking off and getting into the supply. People may also be exposed to asbestos by the outdoor air caused by the result of erosion of asbestos-baring rock. Europe, Asia, and Latin America have more than 70% of asbestos exposed in their areas, which is harmful to the people in those areas.
Asbestos causes long term illnesses such as cancers called
· Lung cancer- Inhaling asbestos has been proven to cause lung cancer. 1 in 7 people who has been exposed to asbestos ends up developing lung cancer. The higher the exposure to asbestos, than the higher risk of getting lung cancer. Workers who have been exposed to asbestos and smoke increases their chance of developing lung cancer and worker who do not smoke reduce their risk of getting lung cancer up to about 5 years.
· Mesothelioma is a rare form of cancer that affects the thin membranes lining the abdomen and chest. Mesothelioma is closely linked with asbestos; most cases of mesothelioma result from direct occupational asbestos exposure. This cancer has been known to occur not only in the workers but in also the family and people around the neighborhood. It’s estimated that a third of cases in the United States is due to non-occupational exposure. This cancer is not increased by smoking unlike lung cancer.
· Asbestosis is a serious, progressive, long-term non-cancer disease of the lungs. It is caused by inhaling asbestos fibers that irritate lung tissues and cause the tissues to scar. The scarring makes it hard for oxygen to get into the blood. Symptoms of asbestosis include shortness of breath and a dry, crackling sound in the lungs while inhaling. There is no effective treatment for asbestosis.
Some ways of knowing that a long term illness is occurring and an individual has been exposed to asbestos is, a individual may start feeling shortness of breath, hear a dry, crackling sound when inhaling, coughing, change in breath, chest pains that occur all the time, anemia, hoarseness, and other types of symptoms may occur.
Some of my questions that I would of liked to know about asbestos I couldn’t find, but the majority of my questions were answered.

THE FUTURE
My i-search paper taught me a lot of things about asbestos and it made me realize what to expect when symptoms occur with my father. By researching this topic I feel that I am more educated about things that could occur with my father later down the road. I have never really realized how in depth some materials really are, and how much harm just a building material can cause to the people in the community. I am glad that I have more knowledge about asbestos and what types of harms it causes to individuals bodies because now I can inform my father of what I have learned about it and also my family. I think that in the future when they find out what types of harm the asbestos has done to my father, than I will be able to talk to the doctors and ask a lot of questions that maybe I don’t know now, but I know that I will be able to understand a lot of what he would be informing us about because of where I researched this topic.








BIBLIOGRAPHY
“Asbestos” American Cancer Society Inc. 2008
http://www.cancer.org/docroot/PED/content/PED_1_3X_Asbestos.asp
“Asbestos and Asbestos Health Effects.” Tuesday, September 23, 2008.
http://www.epa.gov/asbestos/pubs/help.html
“Symptoms of Mesothelioma.” 2007
http://www.mesolink.org/resources/symptoms-of-mesothelioma.html

Effect Essay

Throughout the last twelve years in school I have many different types of teachers. I have had nice, mean, smelly, and all the other great intersting words that you can catergorize teachers in. Although I have had alot of nice, caring teachers, almost all my teachers have been mean and selfish. I have ovessely always not liked all my teachers, but now that I am a senior and I sit down and think about all the teachers I have had, some teachers really stand out more than others have. I think one of the best teachers I have ever had was Mr. Barker. He was one of the most caring, truthful, unselfish teacher I have ever had.
Mr. Barker was the type of teacher who cared about your feelings. He could tell just by the look of your face that something was wrong. Mr. Barker was deffintely all abouto making sure his students were always happy and had fun. I remember multiple times when there would be students in the class having a bad day and instead of halloring at them and telling to them to suck in up, he would bring them out in the hallway and talk to them and give his sugestions towards the issue. Mr. Barker cared about whether or not his students passed or not also. Alot of teachers wouldn't give the time to help kids after school to understand the topic in class that would be discussed, but Mr. Barker would stay after school for however long you needed him to, inorder for us to understand the topic in class. He was not the type of teacher who just cares about getting a pay check, and not caring whether or not their students pass their class or not. Mr. Barker was all about teaching, I mean he cared about getting paid; but he cared about our education first.
We all hate it when we are lied to right? Well, Mr. Barker he was the most truthful and honest person I know. He never beated around the bush, if you asked him his opinion about a topic; he'll tell you. When students would complain about them getting bad grades, he would tell them that it's their fault for sleeping in class, not taking notes, not getting extra help after school, not studying for tests or even doing simple homework that he assigns. He wouldn't be rude about how he said it, but he would tell you the truth. Sometimes we didn't want to hear what he had to say, but in the long run it just helped us out because we learnt that things arn't just handed to us in life; we actually have to work for things. Him telling the truth was a plus especially when we had him in class.
All students hate it when teachers always put themselves ahead of the students. Mr. Barker was the type of teacher who cared about his students and not just himself. There are teachers who are never at class because they have better things to do than teach. Mr. Barker would always make sure that he was at class, there was hardly ever a day that he wasn't at class. I had Mr. Barker for three years and I think he only missed class maybe four times the whole three years that I had him. Mr. Barker always made sure that his students were satisfied and understood the material that he taught in class.
I really wish that all teachers would be like Mr. Barker. He is one of the best role models in school. He really has the three best charcteristics that any teacher could ever have.

Process Essay 2 =]

How to waste time sucessfully =]

Have you ever herd friends or family members brag about how much they had got done that day, or last week or even this month? People like this really bother me, and it’s because I can never get anything done; it takes me along time to accomplish little tasks like cleaning my room and small little things like that. If I could get a grade for procrastination, I would get an A+. My three specific examples would help anyone accomplish a wasteful day. Then you can brag to all those annoying people who get tasks completed how unproductive you were that particular day.
I am not a super messy person, but I don’t necessarily keep my room sparkling either. Many times I have debated whether or not to put my clothes away, clean out my binder and backpack, make my bed, do my laundry before I do I get online, and/or take my shower before I do pointless homework. Doing all these tasks takes a while, and because I don’t want to do my homework I usually clean my room on nights that I have a lot of homework, or even on the nights before I have a test. Any type cleaning or house work tasks would work also, these types tasks could include vacuuming, doing the dishes, dusting, doing laundry and a lot of other tasks that are performed when doing house work.
Another awesome way to waste time is daydreaming. I can sit for fifteen minutes or more before I actually realize that I should be doing something else. I usually think about what happened that day, or what is going to be taking place tomorrow, or anything else that could imaginably pop into my head. A lot of times I look out the window and look at all the trees, clouds, squirrels, leaves on the ground or even the grass in my back yard. This is a great method to waste time especially when it’s small simple cleaning tasks, like cleaning out my backpack.
The best way to waste time is to interact with other people. That way when your parents or someone asks why you haven’t completed the task of cleaning your room, you can blame it on someone else. For instance you could say “Well, Mom I was talking on the phone to my friend about something important. I couldn’t just hang up.” I talk to my boyfriend all the time on the phone especially when he is gone to New York working. But for those who don’t want to spend a lot of money on phone bills, which we all know parents don’t like to spend a lot of money, than you could use different messenger’s online. I prefer MSN. But, if you don’t like doing a lot of typing than you could just surf the web, which can take a lot of time up, especially if you have a slow internet provider. If that is the case than what seems like forever to look at a minimal number of sites.
The main point to remember when wasting time is that you need to find something to do that's not as important as what you really need to get done. Then you will be an unproductive, procrastinating, time-wasting master.

Process Essay

80 % of high school students have tried alcohol, for many different causes. Some believe that alcohol will take away all your troubles when in reality it’s a depressant and causes a lot of consequences and punishments. You don’t notice that all your true feelings come out because you’re intoxicated and you don’t know what you doing or saying. In the next paragraphs I will be proving that my statement alcohol is a depressant, is correct.

Teenagers and adults use alcohol for many different reasons. The reasons that they experiment with alcohol is because they believe that it will make you feel good, feel stress free and make you relax. Yes, it may make you feel this way while you are drinking but right before you “crash” or pass-out all the feelings come out. You may start to cry, get angry and do other things that may harm you or someone else. Why this happens is because alcohol is a depressant, it slows your central nervous system down. It also blocks messages that are trying to be sent to your brain. It slows down your perceptions, emotions, movement, vision, and also hearing. When you’re intoxicated it may make you stagger, loose coordination, become confused and also become disorientated.

Teenagers and also adults who use alcohol have punishments and consequences involved. Most accidents that occur are caused by alcohol because the driver was either upset or angry and just took off. Why did this occur? Because all of their emotions caught up with them, and everything that they bottled up side finally caught up with them and they didn’t know how to handle everything, so which made them get in their vehicle and drive and think, which could possibly kill you, or kill some one else who is innocent on the whole issue. About 250,000 people are killed yearly by drunk driving, which is insane. Not only do accidents occur, but a lot of abuse occurs when people are intoxicated. A lot of abuse cases are reported when there are parties because someone will either hit on a guys girlfriend and they either get mad at the girlfriend and hit them or get in a fight with the guy at the party. Unnecessary things happen when alcohol is involved such as, accidents. abuse, and other dangerous things.

Not only do just people lives get taken away, or abuse occurs but also teens who drink that are underage is risking getting caught and getting fines. Most teens who are drinking get influenced to do things that they normally wouldn’t do like get in fights and also commit crimes that could cause someone to be sent to the juvenile hall and it could also cause you to become a felon if you commit a certain type of crime. Also, teens that drink loose interest in their school work, which would effect your grades and if you’re on a sports team it could cause you to be kicked off that certain sport for the rest of the season. Drinking causes a lot of health issues too. Teenagers who drink may perform actions such as having unprotected sex. Having unprotected sex could make you catch sexually transmitted diseases like herpes and other diseases. Teenagers who drink are more likely to have health problems occur because it may make them become over weight, cause high blood pressure, damage your liver and organs and brain.

Drinking may sound like a lot of fun, but in reality it’s just a depressant and it causes many horrible things that you could prevent happening by not drinking. Instead of drinking to make you feel relaxed, stress free and all the things that you thing it may help prevent, talk to someone else about your problems so that you don’t hurt yourself or others.




Sources found at:

http://kidshealth.org/teen/drug_alcohol/alcohol/alcohol.html

http://wiki.answers.com/Q/How_many_drunk_driving_accidents_happen_yearly

Division Essay

Growing up with a big family was fun at times but a lot of times it was hell. In my family I also have “step” family. I have step grandmother, cousins, aunts and also uncles. All my “step” family is all related to each other by blood, so that causes turmoil, and it makes feelings ruff with others in the family. Every family has there issues and problems that usually seem to work out, but with this particular problems it never seems to get any better.

We all choose favorite cousins and grandparents but what kind of grandparents chooses favorite grandchildren? My step grandmother and my grandfather always choose my cousins Danielle, Renee and Aderyn over the rest of us grandchildren. They have nothing to do with the other thirteen grandchildren, which cause hard feelings towards them. They do everything for them three girls. They pay for things for prom, birthdays, and all that good stuff. They bring them places like to the ocean, hunting, leaf looking, boating, camping and all the other things that we would like to do with them. By them choosing favorites it pushes the rest of us away, and it makes us have negative attitudes and feelings towards them like hate.

Picking favorites is not the only hurtful thing that seems to occur daily with them. Lying is another negative impact that they send the family. They are constantly making up lies about all the family, and it hurts the family’s feelings and it also causes all of us to fight because they will go to one person and be like “Did you hear what so and so said? They said this about you and that about you.” A thing like this causes turmoil in the family, so basically it’s like world war three all the time in the family. When you confront the certain ones that say things badly about you they will lie right to your face when you know it’s true and say they didn’t say anything about you. It gets tiring easily, and annoying. It gets to the point where we don’t talk to any of them that are in groups together because all we get is lies, and it makes it so hard to believe what is and what’s not true.

Family functions is usually a thing where the whole family gets involved but in their opinion in family functions is when three of four of them get together and do things together. For instance, none of us are invited to holiday functions. The only ones who are once again involved in anything with my grandparents is Lianne, Corey, Danielle, Renee, and Aderyn. They celebrate Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, birthdays together and all that great and family fun stuff. Most of the time, we are all lucky if we even get a call on Christmas or on our birthdays. They don’t ever make time to come see any of us grandchildren. They don’t make an effort to see us when we are going to our prom, or if we have had surgery or anything important to us. We have all tried to have something to do with them but it came to the point where we all throwed our hands in the air and stopped caring because nothing that we said to them or did for them was never good enough, and they will never recognize us for we are.

It seems like that none of the family means anything to them, because if we all did they wouldn’t do what they do to all of us. There is more that they do, but the three things that I talked about are the main three things that hurt’s the family the most. The worst part is, they realize what they are doing, but the just don’t care. Family isn’t suppose to act this way towards each other. Family is all we have in life that will forever be in our hearts; and the day that we loose a loved one maybe it will open their eyes up and they will see all that they have lost, and missed. But, it’s hard to say. Things will always be the same until something tragic opens their eyes up.

Graf #10

When I was younger my Grammie died from chronic lung cancer. She tryed to fight it, but eventually it got the best of her, and took her life. I didn't really know what this illness was until I got older. As I got older I learnt about treatments and what exactly lung cancer was and how it developed.
When I got older I got into the medical terminology and some of the study of dieseaes. I learnt that chronic lung cancer is a long term cancer that affects the lungs. I learnt that there is two different kinds of lung cancer which is called non-small cell lung cancer and small cell lung cancer. Small cell cancer seems to spread and grow quickly throughout the body unlike non-small cell lung cancer it grows slowely and spreads slowely. Cancer bascially shuts down your lungs. People that I have talked to in my family told me that my grandmother use to say that it feels tight and it feels like you can't breathe. I learnt that one of the main treatments is chemo and radiation. In my studies I learnt that chemo and radiation may have side effects. Sometimes with radiation it can cause hair loss, fatigue, and naseua. Sometimes radiation and chemo don't work because the tumor may be too big, and there's nothign that they can do about it.
In my grandmothers situation her cancer was too far along and the chemo and radiation wouldn't help her situation. She instead decided to go home and spend the rest of the time that she had with her family and die happily at home instead of depressed in a hospital. The weeks went by and she had gotten weaker and alot worse. My family knew that soon her time would be up. As much as my family didn't want to they had to have her admitted. In order to help her pain they had her on morphine 24/7 and it didn't even seem to touch the pain. A day or so later she passed away. It was on July 4th. Because I was so young I didn't really understand the situation, but now by doing the research, I understand why lung cancer took her life, and how it did.

Contrast Essay (complete)

My sister and I can not deny that we are family. We both look just alike. Although I'm older than her by five years we could probably pass as twins because we are identical. A lot of people get us mixed up a lot. Just because we look alike doesn't mean we act alike. Our personalities are different and a lot of things that we do are different also. Our activities, personalities, attitudes, and life styles complete opposites.
When people look at the two of us they always say “You two look just alike” but in reality our personalities are completely different. Morgan has a personality of a thirteen year old. I find it immature and annoying because she tries to be the center of attention without even meaning to, but fortunately that will change with age. She has more than one side to her; she has a wild and crazy side that is scary. When she gets in the mood of being crazy, you basically better watch out because she jumps out of trees and off rocks. I remember a couple of winters ago when Morgan decided that she wanted to go “flying”. She got the bright idea to take a tree and bend it back then sit on it, next thing we all knew we saw Morgan flying through the air and land in a big pile of snow. We never knew what Morgan was going to come up with next, so we always have to be on our toes with her. She has more than just a crazy side though; she has a smart side too. She is really smart for her age. She is in sixth grade and she is already starting to learn some pre-algebra. When it comes to science and math she is a wiz, but when it comes to English, she struggles a lot. Because of being almost eighteen my personality is a lot more mature than Morgan’s. My personality is indescribable. I have a lot of characteristics which make up my personality. The characteristic that make up me is I’m high spirited, giggly, and angry at times. I’m also loving and caring. When something is usually going wrong I try to cheer people up and help them get through whatever it is there having a problem with.
Being a cheerleader helps teach me how to be high spirited. I love to cheer people up by doing something stupid or just inspiring them to make their dreams come true, even if there are obstacles getting in their way. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I am almost always giggling. I love to laugh and have fun with my friends. I try not to let things bother me because we only live once, and I figure if you let things get to you then it’s going to be a long boring life, which would suck. Even though I am a really giggly person, I still get angry at times. Sometimes easier than others, I try not to get angry but usually what makes me mad is when people lie about you or cause drama in your life that you’re not even asking for, but I guess that’s life. I am a really loving person. I hate no one, and I get along with most people. I don’t hold grudges and I forgive really easily. When someone is upset I usually always try to help comfort them by telling them that everything will be okay. Love falls into the category of being caring also. I always try to put people ahead of myself. If someone is upset I try to drop everything I’m doing and comfort them the best way I can. So as you can see, my sister and I in reality are completely different people, and don’t act alike in any ways.
Attitudes play a big role in which who we are, and it also shows how mature one actually is. Morgan has a horrible attitude, but sometimes she can have a good attitude; but only when she wants to. Morgan once again has an attitude of a thirteen year old. She thinks that she is basically the queen and everyone needs to drop down to her. Least that’s how I look at her attitude. When she doesn’t get her own way about something, it’s pretty much hell. She will yell and scream at you if you even look at her wrong. Most of the time it’s easier to let her do what she wants, so you don’t have to listen to her mouth. She doesn’t usually give an attitude to only family, she doesn’t show disrespect to others. When she is around like friends and teachers and stuff, she has one of the best attitudes that anyone has ever seen; even if she don’t get her own way. She will smile, and use manners with the teachers. I swear it’s like she is another child around them. My attitude isn’t half as bad as hers. I rarely have an attitude with my parents. If they say no I take it and plan to do whatever it was I wanted to do some other time when it’s okay with my parents. I can have an attitude when I want to though, but I don’t yell and scream at people when they look at me, like Morgan does. I know how to control my attitude and not freak out on people. She has a lot of maturing that she needs to do so she can learn how to control her attitude. I think that once she gets older and mature more than her and I personalities and attitudes and everything that makes up who we are may be similar.
Life styles, the way we dress, disguise our selves is also another major part of who we are. Morgan isn’t the type of girl who likes to be dressy or even look cute what so ever. She would rather just wear a pair of jeans with her etnies; but you can’t forget that the tongue has to be sticking out over the jeans with a baggy sweatshirt on. If she has to dress up the good ole attitude shows up, and you just tell her “whatever Morgan, go dress however you want to.” Unlike her, I like to dress up and where cute clothes, and actually dress like a girl. Yes, I have my days where I like to bum around and wear sweats and wear my etnies but most of the time I like to look half decent. Morgan loves to be dirty from going like wheeling and all those fun things, which I do too but I also like to clean. We just have different tastes in things we do, but that makes us who we are today, and no one will ever change that.
Just because we are sisters doesn’t mean that we have to be just a like, dress the same, act the same way. We are who we are, and no one will ever change that.

Classification Essay!

Growing up I have met so many different people, people who may stay in my life forever and even people who have went out of my life forever. The people who stay in my life I classify as my friends. I have many different types of friends, and a couple of different group’s that I would classify them. There is three main groups that I classify all of the people in my life. Which are as followed, “icky-okay”, “yah- hang out once in a blue moon” and my absolute “best “friends. I classified my friends in these categories depended on how close I am to these people and how often I see and speak to all of them. When I classify these people I start to think about who I would call my family; who I would trust the most and who is there when I need someone to talk to and vent to.
The “Icky-okay” friends are the ones who I am acquaintances with. I don’t make a effort to make sure I talk to them daily. I talk to them when it’s basically convent for me. I have all quite a few who I call just acquaintances. For example, there were these two girls who I use to be best friends with until I hit high school and everything changed. We had our problems and went our separate ways. We don’t hate each other but we just don’t make an effort or go out of our ways to talk to each other. We talk to each other when we bump into each other at school or at a store. I also put people in this group because it’s not someone who I would sit down and spill all my secrets too, because I don’t trust them worth a dime. For example, girls that I have known since I was in first grade and maybe talked to ten times in the last four years I would just sent right down and be like “Yeah, so last night I went to a party and met this great guy. We got pretty close last night...” I wouldn’t tell girls that I don’t talk to these things because they are the type of girls who like drama. If they know something so doesn’t the rest of the school. People like this get on my nerves easily, actually easier than most people. For instance, girls and even boys who are cocky and think that they are all that annoy me. I hate people who think they are better than you and everyone else. I am not like these people at all. I get along with everyone and not judge them by how the dress, how they act, or how much money they have like the jocks in my school. I say that these people are my “icky-okay” friends because we are opposites, we just don’t click. These type of people and me just aren’t meant to be friends, and we never will be.
The “yah-hangout once in a blue moon” friends are the girls and boys that I talk to in school but don’t make an effort to really hang out with outside of school or even really talk to outside of school. I don’t make an effort to talk and hang out with these people outside of school because a lot of these people don’t make the best decisions outside of school and I don’t really want to be part of that. For instance, some of these people I talk to and hang out with inside of school like to party a lot, smoke weed, and get in trouble with the police often. I don’t like to judge people so I give them a chance. I trust these people with little things that I may keep away from my mom and dad but I wouldn’t trust them with something that has to do with problems that my boyfriend and I have or things that had to do with getting in trouble with the police. A lot of these people that I classify in this group went down the wrong path in life and I separated my self from the mess. For example, I use to hang out with this one particular girl all the time. We use to be inseparable until she decided she was going to start partying, smoking weed and trying other things. I didn’t agree with the actions that she picked up in her life, so I took my self out of the position of putting my body in danger. I still talk to her in school and hang out with her in school and at school dances after football games but I don’t go to her house and she don’t come to mine anymore. These people still mean a lot to me, but they don’t pick up the roles of what a best friend is to me.
My “best” friends are the girls and boys who I have told everything to, shared great memories with and had many laughs with. These people know me like a book. They know me inside and out. These people can look at me and tell that there is something wrong, even if there is no expression being shown. For example, I came into school one day and before I could even sit down Amber; my best friend asked me what was wrong. She could tell by the way I was dressed that I was upset about something and made me talk about what was going on. I trust these people with my life. I know that if I ever need to talk about something that I can go to these people and know that the whole school won’t know what happened last night or the night before. I have two main best friends in my life and that would be my boyfriend Michael and my friend Amber. These two are family to me. They have been here for me through thick and thin. They both know what exactly to say to make me feel better and be the Katie that I truly am. I would be lost without these people in my life, and I honestly don’t think I would be the person I am today without them.
Everyone has different categories that you would classify your friends in. Just because you put people in categories doesn't mean you hate them, or that they haven’t impacted your life in some way but it just means that you have some people that are closer to you than others. For instance, your acquaintances are people that you may have known forever but don’t make an effort to go up to out of the blue and talk to them. Your friends are there for you, even if they don’t make the best decisions in their lives. Best friends are your brother and sister’s from another mother. My two best friends are my family; there just not another person out in the crowd.

I-search background and Why section.

Background:

A couple of years ago my father was working at the paper mill in Lincoln, Maine when he had got into some type of material called asbestos. Asbestos is a type of mineral fiber that has been used commonly in a variety of building construction materials for insulation and as a fire-retardant. (http://www.epa.gov/iaq/asbestos.html) Several asbestos products have been banned because this material is known to cause cancer. When my father was told about what type of material he had got into he was told that he immediately needed to make an appointment with his physician and be checked and told the damage that asbestos can cause. He was told the damage that asbestos causes, which is cancer. The physician told him that when they find out that he has cancer than it will most likely be too late to treat it. The things that we were told gave us all a scare. My family didn't take the news as well as my father thought they would. Everyone's reaction in the family was depressing to me. Being as young as I was when my father was told this news I took it like any young child would but the rest of my family denied the fact of what he had been told. No one in my family talked about it, especially my dad's mom. She had already lost a son and the thought of loosing another frightened her, which was expected but it broke my father's heart. He needed his family to be there to help him and talk to him about this issue, but everyone wanted to brush the issue off, and that's exactly what happened. I have had family members that have been diagnosed with lung cancer but I never thought it would be my dad that would have it. My grandmother went through alot when she had cancer and I don't ever want to see my father go through that. They had tried alot to help save her. The chemo and radiation that they tried to treat the cancer with, but all that did was make her very sick. As she got worse, she decided that she wanted to spend the last part of her life with the ones that she loved. She eventually went home and lived her life the best she could. At the end of it, she was in so much pain that she had to be put back in the hospital. She was given morphine and she was still in pain. She ended up dying on July 4th. Seeing her die in so much pain, makes me hope and pray that my father never has to go through that. Now every day that goes by my family and I wonder if my father has cancer or how long my father will actually be around, and pray that he wont have to go through what my grandmother went through.

Why:

This particular essay motivated me to research what asebestos actually was and how it causes cancer. My father being told that he will be diagnosed with cancer and not being able to help him really made me think and ask alot of questions. I wanted to write about this because I want to know different questions about how asbestos causes cancer. The following questions that I would like to be able to answer by the end of this is

1. How many people get cancer from this material called asbestos?
2. Does asbestos cause lung cancer, if so how many people are diagnosed with it yearly?
3. How many people die from lung cancer and how many survive?
4. How does asbestos acutally cause lung cancer?
5. What are the signs that the material has caused cancer?

I am hopping by having these particular questions answered than maybe I will have a better understanding on how the material that my father got into causes cancer and know what the signs are that he may have it so it could possibly be caught in time.

Contrast Essay Paragraphs 1 and 2

My sister and I can doubt deny that we are family. We both look just alike. Although I'm older than her by five years we could probley pass as twins because we are identical. Alot of people get us mixed up alot. Just because we look alike doesn't mean we act alike. Our personalities are different and alot of things that we do are different also. Our activities, personalities, attitudes, and life styles complete opposites.
My sister Morgan is 13 years old and she is wicked energetic. She makes sure that she is always part of some type of sport whether it's basketball, field hockey, track, soccor and softball. She is by far a lazy girl. Morgan has a horrible attitude tho. She has a attitude where she always thinks she right, and there is no changing her mind when she has it stuck in her head that she is right and that's that. Her way of dressing and thinking is very aqward, least I think so. She is just like a typical teenager in some ways but other's she isn't. Yes, she is boy crazy. She changes boyfriends like people changes their socks, which is daily. The way she dresses though is different. She would rather be in a pair of jeans and a baggy shirt on with her etnies. Oh, and you can't forget she likes to have the tongue of her shoe sticking out over her pant leggs. She likes to get dirty, she isn't scared of getting a little bit of mudd under her nails or anything. Her mind and my mind are completely different thinking. I love her right to death but she is aqward at times.

I-search Background 2

A couple of years ago my father was working at the paper mill in Lincoln, Maine when he had got into some type of material called asbestos. Asbestos is a type of mineral fiber that has been used commonly in a variety of building construction materials for insulation and as a fire-retardant. (http://www.epa.gov/iaq/asbestos.html) Several asbestos products have been banned because this material is known to cause cancer. When my father was told about what type of material he had got into he was told that he immediately needed to make an appointment with his physician and be checked and told the damage that asbestos can cause. He was told the damage that asbestos causes, which is cancer. The physician told him that when they find out that he has cancer than it will most likely be too late to treat it. The things that we were told gave us all a scare. We have had family members that have been diagnosed with lung cancer but I never thought it would be my dad that would have it. Every day that goes by my family and I wonder if my father has cancer or how long my father will actually be around.

Classification Essay 2 (complete)

Growing up I have met so many different people, people who may stay in my life forever and even people who have went out of my life forever. The people who stay in my life I classify as my friends. I have many different types of friends, and a couple of different group’s that I would put my friends in. There is three groups that I classify friends in and that would be the “icky-okay” friends, “yah- hang out once in a blue moon ” friends and my absoulte “best “ friends. I classify my friends in these catergories depending on how close I am to them or even where and when I would see them and talk to them. When I classify these people I think about who I would call bascially my family, and not just someone who is there to see when it’s good for the other person.
“Icky-okay” friends in my eyes are the ones who I am just aquaintences with. I don’t talk to them all the time. I talk to them when it’s basically convent for me. I have all kinds of people who I call aquaintences. For example, there was these two girls who I use to be best friends with until I hit high school and everything changed. The type of people I talked to, the people I hung out with and all of that good stuff. After a while we all went our separate ways and stopped hanging out but we would talk when we saw eachother and when it was convent for us. I also people people in this group because it’s not someone who I wouldn’t sit down and spill all my secrets too, because I don’t trust them worth a dime. The people who I classify in this group can easily get on my nerves and annoy me very easily. Easier than most people can annoy me. I feel that the only reason why these “icky-okay” friends get on my nerves easily is because I know that I don’t care for them and there not my first pick to get up and go see when I wake up. These people and me just don’t click, we’re opposites and were never and will never ment to be friends, there just those “icky-okay” friends that I am barly ever in the mood to talk to.
The “yah-hangout with once in a blue moon” friends are the ones that I talk to a lot in school but I don’t really make an effort to hang out with outside of school or really talk to much out of school. I trust them with little things that I may keep away from my mother and father but I wouldn’t trust them with nothing that had to do with maybe things with my boyfriend and I or things like if I was to get introuble with the police or something. I have a lot of these types of friends. A lot of these people I use to hang out with all the time but in the end I found out that most of them are just backstabbing bitches. For instance, I use to hang out with this one girl all the time until I found out I just couldn’t trust her with my darkest secrets. All she loved was drama, and that’s not my favorite thing to be part of. I stopped hanging out with her as much as I use to and now I basically hang out with her once in a blue moon. I may hangout with her during like half time at the football game when I’m not cheering or maybe answer her text messages when she write to me. I don’t hang out with these types of people a lot because I have a hard time trusting them because of people like I just told you about up above. I still classify them as my friends because I can talk to them about some things but not things that I can talk to my best friends about.
My “best” friends are the people who I have told everything to. They know me inside and out, they can tell if I’m upset without even talking to me, they know what I am thinking by just looking at me, and they aren’t opposites of me. I only have a couple of people that I would classify as my “best” friends only because I have a trust issue with people. These people that I classify as my “best” friends are basically family to me. I know that I can go to them with anything and not have to worry about them going back and telling so and so about how I feel about something. My boyfriend is my best friend. He has been here for me through thick and thin, and he knows everything about me. He always knows when there is something wrong and always knows the right things to say. A best friend to me is someone who is always there and someone who you can call family. I trust my best friends with my life and I am always there for them when something is up. I know when they are upset or angry or anything like that. We all know each other and are bascially like peanut butter and jelly….We just go together… I wouldn’t trade my best friends for anything, they are my family.
Everyone has different categories that you would classify your friends in. Just because you put people in categories doesn't mean you hate them, or that they haven’t impacted your life in some way but it just means that you have some people that are closer to you than others. For instance, your acquaintances are people that you may have known forever and they have helped you out but you just don't trust them as much as you do your friends or your best friends. Friends are always there for you in the end but some friends can be backstabbers and it's hard to trust some of them. Best friends are like your blood, if they aren’t. Most of my best friends are family to me, if they aren’t family. I trust these people with my life. They aren’t just another person out in the crowd.

Isearch Background

A couple of years ago my father was working at the paper mill in Lincoln, Maine and he got into something called asbestos. Asbestos is a mineral fiber that has been used commonly in a variety of building construction materials for insulation and as a fire-retardant. (http://www.epa.gov/iaq/asbestos.html) Several asbestos products have been banned because this material is known to cause cancer. When my father found out what he had got into at work he was told that he immediatly had to go to the doctors and get a check up and get a doctors opinion. He did what was told, the doctor in the end told him that he would soon end up with cancer, but when they finally had signs that he had it, than it would be too late to help him or do anything for him to save him. So now he goes day by day wondering if he has cancer from this dangerous material that he has got into.

Classification Essay...(complete)

As we grow up and meet new people we find out that their are various types of levels of "friends" that we all have. How I classify my friends is by how well I know them and how well they know me. We encounter them every day whether it's at school, in gym class, or even at home when hanging out with them. Most of us don't normally take the time to actually sit down and think of how we would group our friends. First there are the friends that you only talk to when you see them, they are normally called acquaintances. Next would be my friends that I talk to all the time, and randomly hang out with outside of school. Last but not least would be my best friends, who are my true friends that I can tell anything and everything to.

The first type would be simply your acquaintances. You basically only talk to them when you randomly run into them at school or maybe even at a store. You don't go out of your way to talk to them, and you basically really only know them by first name basis. There not the ones that you would go out of your way to ask to go to the movies with. You normally wouldn't miss them if you were to move or even if they were to be gone for a month on a vacation. Most of the time, these people usually would cause aggravation to you for many reasons. Since you don't talk to them much, when you do come across to them you feel that you have to be nice to them just so shit don't get started. This may be also aggravating because when your best friends are getting on your nerves you usually tell them to shut up but with these types of people you don't want to say anything to make you sound like a bitch. This is why I just call these people my "acquaintances."

The second type would be friends. These people you usually talk to a lot in school and sometimes make plans to hang out with out side of school. You can’t always trust these people with your deepest darkest secrets but you can trust them with little things that you may keep away from your parents because they don’t need to know what you have done. These types of friends could sometimes get annoying because you’re not always around them, so things that they have might thought was funny; was really immature and stupid to you. You may miss them from time to time if you like don’t see them all summer vacation, but if they are gone for like two weeks on vacation you may forget that they were even gone. These aren’t the people who you would stay in really good touch with after graduate. They could possibly be like when you see them like three years down the road; you would say hey to and maybe make plans to catch up on life. Yes, these people are important but they are friends and not family.

The third and last type of friends would be my best friends. These people are who I tell everything to, and trust them with my life. I have quite of bit of best friends. I’d have to say that my best friends would be like my mom, my grandmother, Amber, my boyfriend; Amber and so on. These people are who are always here for me through good and bad. These are the type of friends that you can go to and cry and tell them what you have done, especially if it’s bad. They understand everything about you, and can read your mind or your body language before you say or even do anything. These people mean a lot to me in my life, and I would be lost without them. The relationship that I have with my mom and my grandmother are special because they are the two that I spent a lot of childhood with, and they are the two that I have told a lot of things to, especially if they are bad. Amber; she knows a lot about me. She is the one who yells at me and tells me to snap the hell out of it when I’m upset for a stupid reason, or even when I’m having an attitude. She has really impacted my life in a positive way. We do everything together, and we always tell each other to shut up when one of us are being annoying to each other. We are like peanut butter and jelly. We go together. Michael; is my BEST FRIEND. He knows absolutely everything about me and he always knows how to cheer me up when I am really upset. He motivates me to get all my school work done and to stay active in things that I love to do. Michael always knows when I am upset, even if I try to hide my feelings with a smile. He can look at me and be like “Katie, what is wrong.” He is always here for me to bring me up when I’m down. I trust this boy with my life, and he has impacted my life in such a positive way. He has brought me back down to earth and to actually care about life… As you can best friends are the ones that help you through anything, good or bad. They make time for you no matter what they are doing and would give up pretty much anything to help you through hard times. Best friends are your family that isn’t blood pretty much.


Everyone has different categories that you would classify your friends in. Just because you put people in categories doesn't mean you hate them, or that they haven’t impacted your life in some way but it just means that you have some people that are closer to you than others. For instance, your acquaintances are people that you may have known forever and they have helped you out but you just don't trust them as much as you do your friends or your best friends. Friends are always there for you in the end but some friends can be backstabbers and it's hard to trust some people. Best friends are like your blood, if they aren’t. Most of my best friends are family to me, if they aren’t family. I trust these people with my life. They aren’t just another person out in the crowd.

Outro of classification essay.

Everyone has different categories that you would classify your friends in. Just because you put people in categories doesn't mean you hate them, or that they haven’t impacted your life in some way but it just means that you have some people that are closer to you than others. For instance, your acquaintances are people that you may have known forever and they have helped you out but you just don't trust them as much as you do your friends or your best friends. Friends are always there for you in the end but some friends can be backstabbers and it's hard to trust some people. Best friends are like your blood, if they aren’t. Most of my best friends are family to me, if they aren’t family. I trust these people with my life. They aren’t just another person out in the crowd.

The first two paragraphs of classification essay

As we grow up and meet new people we find out that their are various types of levels of "friends" that we all have. How I classify my friends is by how well I know them and how well they know me. We encounter them every day whether it's at school, in gym class, or even at home when hanging out with them. Most of us don't normally take the time to actually sit down and think of how we would group our friends. First there are the friends that you only talk to when you see them, they are normally called aquaintences. Next would be my friends that I talk to all the time, and randomly hang out with outside of school. Last but not least would be my best friends, who are my true friends that I can tell anything and everything to.

The first type would be simply your aquintances. You basically only talk to them when you randomly run into them at school or maybe even at a store. You don't go out of your way to talk to them, and you basically really only know them by first name basis. There not the ones that you would go out of your way to ask to go to the movies with.You normally wouldn't miss them if you were to move or even if they were to be gone for a month or so on a vacation. Most of the time these people usually would cause aggravation to you. Since you don't talk to them much, when you do come across to them you feel that you have to be nice to them just so shit don't get started. This may be also aggarvating because when your best friends are getting on your nerves you usally tell them to shut up but with these type of people you don't want to say anything to make you sound like a bitch. This is why I just call these people my "aquaintences."