.... mood and pastimes. One item that suits this category would be music. Music is one of the most influential forms of art, and has brought delight, sadness, love, and despair to individuals worldwide. I would include a compilation of the most popular and the most controversial music of the present era, and some background information on the songs and artists. Song lyrics, like poetry, can go beyond the written words of a book or a story, and give an in depth prospective on people and their lives. Guiding the new information and technology of today, computers serve as the most useful tool for teaching and productivity across the globe. With the aid of comp .....

.... Miguel was now full into the violin. "I am a particular mystery fan." "Well, so am I, Agatha Christie always makes me laugh!" cried Hans, with tears in his eyes. "No, not that kind of mystery. I'm interested in locked room mysteries." whispered Miguel. "Do you know what they are?" "No, I can't say that I do." mused Hans. "What are they then?" "They are mysteries where locked rooms are involved," said Miguel, "and where one person might have to do something to get into the locked room and change something, for instance, put ginger ale into a glass of ice." "Ginger ale into a glass of ice? That's quite easy." laughed Hans. .....

.... I had to do came, which was to convince my mother that I was staying at Scotts house and playing video games and watching movies for the night, Since Scott lives right down the street from Mandy. She believed me and allowed me to go, so it was a go for the weekend. So the plan was on. My friends and I were to party this weekend. Finally Friday came but it seemed like an eternity. By the time I sat through six hours or boring nonsense at school, I knew the fun was coming, slowly but surely. I Finally got on my trip down to my buddy Scott’s house, it seemed like a long trip because I had to ride my bike there. But he lived right down the road so it was .....

.... swept through them, for this kind of happiness is only felt with the drifting in of snow and the voice of the radio announcer declaring a day off of studies. Mothers curse the administrators, insiting the weather shouldn't stop the daily study of knowledge. Fathers curse the plow trucks for their hectic ride into work that awaits before them. But the children open their eyes to see the miracle, little as it may seem. The children hesitate not, for at any moment they know it may melt away, like their past. The snowmen are created as if God had sprinkled a little of his miracle in each of their tiny hands. Snowballs are thrown playfully by young boys, sho .....

.... style, with an elegant array of Mexican and American cuisine. The entertainment provided in the restaurant during and after the buffet was de- lightful. A ten minute introduction to the Mexican culture was followed by an intriguing native dance, performed by a man dressed in an authentic looking costume consisting of only a rawhide g-string with a short apron front. His sandals had leather cords winding halfway up his legs. This dance depicted a story of a hunter and his prey. It was narrated by a woman who was also in costume. Brightly dressed Mexican men were beating drums and banging sticks providing the sound effects for the story. This was truly a grea .....

.... defenceless, innocent women and children, and also raping and pillaging. I cannot understand why anyone would not want to take their place in Kitchener's New Army; it makes me angry that cowards should be able to duck out of their responsibility to their country. The whole idea of conscientious objection seems absurd to me; it is just a front used to cover cowardice. Conchies don't object to war, they are just scared that they might get hurt. They should see this war for what it is: a chance to help and serve their country, and earn some glory, both for themselves, and for Britain. The Boche needs to be taught a lesson; they cannot expect to just march arou .....

.... I nudged my way through the crowd, and began searching for my seat. The aroma of beer and freshly roasted peanuts from the concession stands drifted towards me, and intensified my hunger pains. I noticed in the Dairy Queen booth a heavenly looking vanilla sundae, mounded with plump, juicy strawberries, and perfectly round indigo blueberries-it made my mouth salivate, and I knew that I had to taste one. As I edged toward my seat, I noticed Little Ceasars advertising grease puddled on top pepperoni pizza and a frothy mug; emersed with crisp cold beer…this teased my temptation. With only a few dollars left, and my arms filled with delectable treats, I .....

.... to expect. I walked in her house there was a stillness in the air. Amanda was sitting on the couch. She looked so small and fragile. Her words were running together, making little sense. I had nothing to say to make it better. It was such a helpless feeling. Her brother was just taken away from her and there was nothing I could do to ease her pain. I left her house feeling empty and scared. The funeral would be in two days and Amanda needed me to be there for her. The next two days seemed to drag. Dread and anxiety filled my body. The day was coming and I had no idea what to expect. The day of the funeral was a beautiful summer day. The sky was blue with no .....