Dennis+Eddington

= = toc =media type="skype" key="Dj90312" ARG0="call_blue_transparent_34x34.png" height="34" width="34"= = = = = = = = = = = =//__Places__//= If anything in my neighborhood, there is one place that is particularly important and very memorable to me. That one spot would be the neighborhood pool. The pool is located in the center of the entire neighborhood so its a very central area and is were I have met many different people from all around the neighborhood. Although this pool is the most memorable place to me (other then my house) it is not exactly memorable for the best reasons however I can remember one of the better reasons that I remember it for. This pool is were I held my very first pool party of my 7th birthday. It was by far one of the best birthdays I had up until that point. We played several water games there and I even made some new friends. The only bad thing was how we had to wait about an hour to get back into the pool after we ate cake. Another thing that sucked was one of my friends had got me an I-pod that year and when he jumped in the pool he forgot that he had kept it in his pocket. When he got ready to present his gift all we saw was a lifeless green shell that gurgled whenever you tried to turn it on. Another memory I can remember is that all the older kids used to tell us never to go into the kiddie pool, although I could never imagine why they would tell us such things. The first time I heard this was when I was 6 and I never second thought it until I was 8. That year i went over to the kiddie pool for the first time and right when I was preparing to get into the pool, to my surprise, a yellow stream of liquid was moving through the water. When I traced that to the source it was just a little boy of about 2 yrs old looking up at me and laughing. Never again did I bother to come within 5 feet of that dreaded pool. The number one and over all most important reason for my remembrance of this pool would be back when I was four years old. When I was sitting on the edge of the 11ft side of the pool one of my friends "Accidentally" pushed me into the water and I plunged down to the very bottom of the pool and while I was falling the only thought I had on my mind was death but after several seconds of fighting the water I eventually stopped and just gave up. It was here that I learned water is your friend as it carried me back up to the top of the water. Of course I still didn't go near another pool for the next year (Give or take a couple of months). The pool is still altogether a very fun and enjoyable place in my neighborhood and I wish that my memories of it were somewhat better then what they were but I cant change them, so I live with them.

=//__Places(With Brushstrokes)__//= If anything in my neighborhood, there is one place that is particularly important and very memorable to me. That one spot would be the neighborhood pool. The pool is located in the center of the entire neighborhood so its a very central area and is were I have met many different people from all around the neighborhood. Although this pool is the most memorable place to me (other then my house) it is not exactly memorable for the best reasons however I can recall one of the better reasons that I remember it for. This pool is were I held my very first pool party for my 7th birthday. It was by far one of the best birthdays I had up until that point. We played several water games there and I even made some new friends. The only bad thing was how we had to wait about an hour to get back into the pool after we ate cake. Another thing that sucked was one of my friends had got me an I-pod, a mp3 device, that year and when he jumped in the pool he forgot that he had kept it in his pocket. When he got ready to present his gift all we saw was a lifeless green shell that gurgled whenever you tried to turn it on. Another memory, sweet yet bitter, is that all the older kids used to tell us never to go into the kiddie pool, although I could never imagine why they would tell us such things. The first time I heard this was when I was 6 and I never second thought it until I was 8. That year I went over to the kiddie pool for the first time and right when I was preparing to get into the pool, to my surprise, a yellow stream of liquid was moving through the water. When I traced that to the source it was just a little boy of about 2 yrs old looking up at me and laughing. Never again did I bother to come within 5 feet of that dreaded pool. Remembering this lesson, one taught well, I also warn kids today to never go near the kiddie pool. The number one and over all most important reason for my remembrance of this pool would be back when I was four years old. When I was sitting on the edge of the 11ft side of the pool one of my friends "Accidentally" pushed me into the water and I plunged down to the very bottom of the pool and while I was falling the only thought I had on my mind was death but after several seconds of fighting the water I eventually stopped and just gave up. It was here that I learned water is your friend as it carried me back up to the top of the water. Of course I, a fearful child at that point in time, still didn't go near another pool for the next year (Give or take a couple of months). The pool is still altogether a very fun and enjoyable place in my neighborhood and I wish that my memories of it were somewhat better then what they were but I cant change them, so I live with them. Creating and enjoying (or regreting) every new memory that I make.

=**//__Rambling Autobiography__//**= (...)

=﻿**//__A Zoom Lens__//**=
 * __Orginal:__** Down the road late at night, the blind man went. He made noise with his stick. He wore something Shading his eyes and was bent over. He said he lost his eyes helping England and King George.


 * __Zoom Lens:__** It was a dark and cloudless night when I heard footsteps from up the hill. the foot steps where strong and each landed to the grounded heavier then the last. When I looked up I saw the mans face under the moonlit starry skies. His expression looked worried as if he was in a rush however I could not clearly tell because he was shading his eyes with a gray-blueish towel that must have come from the house above. As he walked he was tapping a cane all across the beaten path on which he traveled alone in the dead of the night, I assumed that he was blind as he looked as if he had no immediate sence of direction. As I watched him come down the hill his back, bent over and hunched, looked as if he had injured it in someway. As he finally worked his way down to the bottom of the hill we cam face to face. His forehead was pouring with sweat, his breathing was heavy with the scent of booze, his legs were shaking verociously and his chest, oh his chest was buldging as though his heart was beating several times per second. As I was watching the man I became envoloped by the sight of such a poor man, suddenly, he talked. He muttered words under his breath which still smelled putrid. And then he quickly made his way on and left me. As I returned to the house on the top of the hill I could only wonder how a man like that had once helped the King of England, King George and even more so what he had done that caused him to lose both of his eyes, or so he claimed.

=﻿**//__Personal Essay(Final)__//**= Throughout my life I have so far had the pleasure of not moving and growing up with the same friends that I have known my entire life as well as the same neighbors that I have had for the majority of my life. Thanks to this, these people have had an impact on my life from the way I act to the way I handle situations and even how communicate. These changes have been of great help to me and I have used these unique qualities in my everday life in order to get through things that normally I wouldnt have been able to handle with out the special advise I have recieved.

One of the most important qualities I have learned has come from my Mother. My mother is a very gentle person who with certain reasons can become quickly enraged despite this she has taught me to love others even if they hate me. She also taught me a great deal of how I should respect others. My mother, however, showed me to something much more important than any of these. She led me to Christ which is one of the things I thank her for most. I can remember the day I first walked into a church (the first time I knowingly went) I had no idea what type of place it was and I fell asleep within the first few minutes of church, in fact I did this on several occasions when my parents had brought me to church. It was one particular day that I had snuck down to the bottom portion of the church where the Sunday school was being held. All the kids were sitting in their chairs quietly listening to what the teacher had to say, but I was already asleep in the back of the class. At the end of the class a booklet was handed out to everyone. I didn’t know it at the time but it was a copy of the Bible that everyone had received that day. When I took the book home to my mother she explained to me how Christ had died in order for us to later on have eternal life with him in Heaven. I was amazed by all the things that I was hearing and took it all in so quickly. I looked to the Bible and my mother whenever I had a problem with anyone or anything. These two things taught me how to live my life and how to treat others.

After 2nd grade I was forced to switch schools due to a districting error and moved from the school I had always been at, when I went to this new school I can remember how anti-social I was. I wanted nothing to do with the other kids at all. Whenever there was a group project I would walk up to the board and put my name on the board and underneath the board I would put in all capital letters, "Please do not join this group.” The teacher as well as many of my soon to be friends worried about me but I didn’t care. It was one day at the park when me and my brother had the wrong date to join a basketball game with my old friends at the park. Seeing as it was the wrong date, another group of kids were there playing instead. Due to my reclusive nature, I told my brother that he could play basketball with them if he wanted, because I refused to have any part in it. He quickly made friends with every kid on the court and made it seem like he had known them all of his life. Watching this made me think, "If he can do it, I should be able to do it as well.” The next day at school I finally decided to join an actual group of people on the upcoming school field trip. This group of people became the group of my best friends along with many others. Although I’ve never admitted this to my brother, he has helped me a tremendous bit as well in learning to get along with others and that a nice approach is always the best approach to making friends in new locations.

My father is one of the wisest people I have ever met in my life. He has such a vast grasp of knowledge on things that I haven’t even ever heard of. He is also a strategist, and a good one at that. My father has taught me to work hard and never to give up until the very end of something. When I first expierienced his wisdom directing exactly at me, I was working on my science fair project. My topic was about blood types and analyzing the bondages between different strands of DNA. At the time the topic seemed like a good idea, however I had picked a topic that was on a high school level because I thought I was up to the challenge despite how I was in 5th grade. It looked like I had overestimated my abilities. I can remember just how much difficulty I had making my tri-board to present my information with. I still have bags under my eyes from all those late nights researching and finding tad bits of information for my topic. I was preparing to give up and switch to an easier project when my dad entered the room. "What are you working on their bud?" Those where his exact words to me right when I was about to confirm my choice to switch topics. He told me that not everything in life is going to go the exact way that you want it to and that I would have to work harder than usual in order to achieve some of the things that I wanted to in life. I now know that life is not all fun and games, but that I will have to work hard in order to achieve things that I want to in life. I ended up getting to state level with that project.

I have learned several things thanks to my friends and family and I use these qualities every day of my life, every second of my life. These qualities define who I am and now I will pass these qualities down to others hoping that through my advice, they can also find the new found confidence that I have discovered through this learning. All of these lessons will stay with me for the rest of my life, to never be forgotten.

=﻿__//**Sensory Piece(In Progress)**//__= When I look back on my childhood, there are some memories that are foggy, that dont seem complete. These memories have been partially forgotten and I am unable to recall the rest. However, when the memory is linked to smell, I can feel my mind being over flowed with a vast stream of scenes from that point in time. For example, the smell of coffee can take me all the way back to the very first time me and my father made coffee together.

If I close my eyes and block out the sounds of my currwent surrounding I am instantly envoloped by a new world with new sounds in which I see my self and my father. I can remember the seen perfectly as if it was yesterday. My father walked through the big white front door holding a heavy-looking blue jug of coffee grind. With a big grin on his face he walks over to the granite covered countertop where he sat the jug down. (...)

=﻿__//**SAT Prompt(4)**//__= Memories are one of the most priceless treasures that we, as humans, can ever obtain in our lifetimes. Some people say that in order to become a success you must forget everything that ties you down, all of the smaller people. I disagree with such a statement, I believe that knowing the past can help you predict the future and having an idea on the future, you can better prepare yourself for it.

Last year I went to South Carolina and while I was there I decided to play a game called 'Magi Quest' while I was playing I discovered that the game was a waste of $49.95. Most of the equipment did not work, the mechanics of the game were completely off, and all in all the game was just a very boring experience for me. However one beneficial thing did occur that day, I realized that after making this mistake, I would avoid ever other one of their facilities in order to save my money in the future. Forgetting this experience would only have had me pay another $49.95 down the drain later on.

Also in a majority of studies in labs scientist have discovered that mice can learn their way through entire mazes through trial and error, incentive included of course. This idea also correlates to the human mind as well. When using this process called trial and error, one remembers everything that was done wrong in the past in order to eliminate it to get the right answer in the present time.

Furthermore some people that have successfully climbed to the top with hard work and great ideas have completely forgotten where they came from. It’s okay to forget that ghetto neighborhood, but what about their brothers and sister that are still there, not knowing where their next meal will come from, not knowing if they'll see tomorrow, not knowing whether or not dad will come home tonight from his 'job'. This greed for money and riches has destroyed that person’s memory of their roots. This is one of the largest mistakes ever.

How can I learn from the past without memories? These are the most important qualities a human being can hold with them. Being able to recollect on the pass and reflect on your actions will make you the person that is always ahead of the person who forgot everything in order to gain everything.

=﻿**//__SAT Prompt Off__//**= "Aciton is better then words." This saying is trite however it is perfect for tjhis topic. If you patiently wait for something it is respected however you might not recieve the answer you so desperately need and you will have to suffer a consquence because of this.

When I was 7 years old, I remember waiting in line at a Bruster's Ice Cream Parlor. The line went as far back as the human eye could possibly see. When I was finally getting to the front of the line I realized the parlor was about to close and that I was lucky to be at the front of the line at that point in time.It must have been very hot that day, because the demand for the ice cream was so much that people started to cut one another in line and by doing this recieved their ice cream faster. I decided I would wait patiently in line and by the time I made it to the top of the line, the 'line-cutters; had already wiped out the remainder of the icecream that was there.

My father always told me and my brother that if we wanted to be noticed, we must take action and that we cant sit and wait until we are realized. The first time I saw my brother display this type of attitude was in the 4th grade during a test that was held at open house. Despite being a year younger then everyone he preformed better then every other kid there that day and now those kids all respect him as well as his teacher.

I read 'The Lightning Theif' when I was in 6th grade. I can remember how Zeus had blamed Percy for stealing his lightning bolt and requested it back within the next couple of days or action would be taken agaisnt him. Had this time frame not been established Percy might not have workewd as hard as he did in order to get the bolt back and Hades might have succedded in his plan to use the bolt to wreak havoc upon the human world.

Being rash can sometimes can come across as being rude but you can possibly get in trouble if the deadline isnt met or in Percy's case, killed. In conclusion it isbetter to act quickly and recieve a quick response then to wait patiently for things to happen.