(note: yes, i know, this Статья is probably not paragraphed correctly... its not even paragraphed at all. Its a paper i wrote for english, and i thought id share it with Ты guys. Also, some names have been changed to protect identities)
When I signed up for drama club last year, I was дана a small part as a townsperson in one play, and the chirstmas wizard in the other. For the wizard, I wanted to do the voice of an old man, so I asked if I could and practiced it. Since I was told I could do an old man voice, I went in the Далее meeting and showed everybody my voice during our practice. By the sounds of it, I thought that they were all pleased, Mrs. Smith, the drama coach, and the rest of the drama members, but when we were finished, Mrs. Smith сказал(-а) my old man voice was "sinister" and needed worked on, so I went Главная and tried to make the old man voice less sinister and sweeter, and went in to the Далее meeting expecting higher praise. Instead, Mrs. Smith yelled at mefor using the same voice, which she never told me that I couldn't use, just change. I stood against her, and the rest of the drama club who agreed with her due to the fact that they were too persuaded by the fact that she was a teacher,i presume, to even think twice about me. It was decided that auditions would be held for the part (I almost walked out of the drama club, leaving my part with it) and I made the choice to compromise, change the voice, audition, and keep my part. The majority decided that the part was to be mine, and I also somehow managed to snag a larger part in the other play we were doing. The night that the parents and grandparents and everyone who wanted to came to see the play, it was a complete riot. In the first play, where i had been bumped up to salesman instead of a towns person, Bobby Joe fell on stage on purpose, but I didnt know that at the time and started laughing. Good thing I wasnt a big part of the scene! But in our секунда play, the one where I had kept my part as wizard, I had to feed my co-star his lines. Ты could hear it through the microphones, and i knew it, so I laughed in the middle of the stage uncontrollably, and when I was done, I apologized to the audiance, not really embarrased by the scene, but a little metally upset nonetheless. after both the plays where done, my co-star pologized for ruining my "shot", but I laighed and told him that he hadn't hurt a thing, but had only made the night that much еще fun. The день after, when we did the play for our school, it all ran a little bit smoother (Except Bobby Joe "fell" again, and I giggled a bit) and I got tons of complements from Болталка people I didnt even know for weeks after. That just goes to Показать that Ты may not always be able to get what Ты want, but Ты can come pretty close.
When I signed up for drama club last year, I was дана a small part as a townsperson in one play, and the chirstmas wizard in the other. For the wizard, I wanted to do the voice of an old man, so I asked if I could and practiced it. Since I was told I could do an old man voice, I went in the Далее meeting and showed everybody my voice during our practice. By the sounds of it, I thought that they were all pleased, Mrs. Smith, the drama coach, and the rest of the drama members, but when we were finished, Mrs. Smith сказал(-а) my old man voice was "sinister" and needed worked on, so I went Главная and tried to make the old man voice less sinister and sweeter, and went in to the Далее meeting expecting higher praise. Instead, Mrs. Smith yelled at mefor using the same voice, which she never told me that I couldn't use, just change. I stood against her, and the rest of the drama club who agreed with her due to the fact that they were too persuaded by the fact that she was a teacher,i presume, to even think twice about me. It was decided that auditions would be held for the part (I almost walked out of the drama club, leaving my part with it) and I made the choice to compromise, change the voice, audition, and keep my part. The majority decided that the part was to be mine, and I also somehow managed to snag a larger part in the other play we were doing. The night that the parents and grandparents and everyone who wanted to came to see the play, it was a complete riot. In the first play, where i had been bumped up to salesman instead of a towns person, Bobby Joe fell on stage on purpose, but I didnt know that at the time and started laughing. Good thing I wasnt a big part of the scene! But in our секунда play, the one where I had kept my part as wizard, I had to feed my co-star his lines. Ты could hear it through the microphones, and i knew it, so I laughed in the middle of the stage uncontrollably, and when I was done, I apologized to the audiance, not really embarrased by the scene, but a little metally upset nonetheless. after both the plays where done, my co-star pologized for ruining my "shot", but I laighed and told him that he hadn't hurt a thing, but had only made the night that much еще fun. The день after, when we did the play for our school, it all ran a little bit smoother (Except Bobby Joe "fell" again, and I giggled a bit) and I got tons of complements from Болталка people I didnt even know for weeks after. That just goes to Показать that Ты may not always be able to get what Ты want, but Ты can come pretty close.
what I'm Письмо isn't exactly an Статья , but I hope Ты will enjoy it ^_^ ..
Girl; Do I ever пересекать, крест you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do Ты like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do Ты want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would Ты cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would Ты live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would Ты do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me или you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason Ты never пересекать, крест my mind is because Ты are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like Ты is because I Любовь Ты .
*The reason I don't want Ты is because I need Ты .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if Ты left is because I would die if Ты left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for Ты is because I would die for Ты .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do Ты anything for Ты is because I would do everything for Ты .
*The reason I chose my life is because Ты are my life .
Girl; Do I ever пересекать, крест you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do Ты like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do Ты want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would Ты cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would Ты live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would Ты do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me или you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason Ты never пересекать, крест my mind is because Ты are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like Ты is because I Любовь Ты .
*The reason I don't want Ты is because I need Ты .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if Ты left is because I would die if Ты left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for Ты is because I would die for Ты .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do Ты anything for Ты is because I would do everything for Ты .
*The reason I chose my life is because Ты are my life .
inch by inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
Бабочки of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to Любовь it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the день I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for Ты love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place Ты could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with еще огонь then Ты could ever imagine.
еще passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the день I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real баскетбол coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for Ты love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place Ты could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with еще огонь then Ты could ever imagine.
еще passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the день I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
--------------------------------
This is dedicated to my first real баскетбол coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
или I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told by hidden scars
Unable to Показать themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
или I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told by hidden scars
Unable to Показать themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.