Jordan Taylor English 111-51 Descriptive Essay, Thomas Taylor 09/09/13 I was quickly awakened to the sound of the pager screaming at me. I sat up and silently listened as the dispatch lady said, “Company 12 respond for a structure fire.” I jumped right out of my bed and threw my clothes on. I ran to my truck and got right in and off I went. When I got to the firehouse I ran to my gear rack and jumped immediately into my boots, thrust my arms into my jacket, and tossed my helmet on my head. Shaking like a tree on a windy day, I climbed onto the fire truck.
The addictive and yet fattening qualities associated with fast food leave people constantly craving one more bite. However, Schlosser makes a decent point in the epilogue section of his book when he states that under no circumstances is anyone actually forced to purchase and consume fast food products and those who desire change should simply "stop buying it" (Pg. 269). No matter how many excuses the fast food industry or average consumer comes up with, consuming fast food is just not worth the endless list of consequences
It is late afternoon; we are through with the day's fatigues and are sitting about digging mud off our boots, shining brass buttons, cleaning and oiling our rifles, and killing lice in between times. We have long since learned that the word rest is another military term meaning something altogether different. Take artillery duel, for example. We are in the line--suddenly the enemy artillery begins to bombard us. We cower behind the sandbags, trembling, white-faced, tight-lipped.
The weather outside wasn’t exactly pleasant, with the moon hidden behind the dark, terrible clouds rolling in from the north. I shivered under my thin tank top as I grabbed some frozen spaghetti bolognaise from the fridge. I warmed it up, stomach grumbling, anxious to eat. Sitting down in my favourite chair I curled up in a tight, unbreakable ball, praying that the temperature would rise. I was just getting comfortable when the phone rang.
I pulled together a load of darks, tossed them in the wash and plopped on the couch with the July issue of GQ Men Magazine. It included such vital pointers as, “There is no need to match your umbrella to your outfit.” And “remember: a tie bar will amp up any suit.” A half hour later, the laundry was done. I flipped open the lid, pulled fistfuls of damp clothes from the tangle and tossed them into the dryer. As I gathered the last of the stragglers, something in the bottom of the washer caught my eye. “Is that…?” The blood rushed from my face before I could finish the sentence.
Brandt Monette English 102- Section 1016 Ana Douglass September 27, 2011 Values: Disconnecting from the server Beep, beep, beep, beep… sounded the alarm as I rolled over somewhat routinely with a heavy tiredness still think in my blood. In more ways than one, waking up by the sound of an alarm is entirely factitious, yet I couldn’t have felt more natural and accustomed to its declaration that my day had begun than if the sun had beamed across my face to announce the morning’s arrival. As I left my artificially cooled home I had just a moment to take in the fresh air before turning the key to the ignition of my car. Propelling steadily forward to the race of a typical day, I sat thoughtless of how connected I was to an intricate system
I looked to my left and out the window; I had a perfect view of the wing. After looking outside for quite some time, I began to fidget with the air condition control, aiming the air away from me and turning it off. Leaning against the window, I rested my head on my left hand and stared outside. As my fingers ran through my hair, the grease and roughness told me that I could have used a shower. After regaining my comfort, I starred outside the window, but instead of looking at the wing, I was more fixated on how tired I was.
I missed the sweet aroma of French fries from McDonalds and longed to hear the sound of the fries being dropped in the sizzling oil. The only thing hindering me from living the life of a normal student was my Arrhythmia. It had gone undiagnosed until my fateful experience at the soccer field. My heart condition was the only thing holding me back from living life to the fullest. Eating fast food would be unhealthy and cause complications, but what was even worse was my love for the game of soccer was forced to end because extraneous activities could trigger a heart
I check the door behind me, the one where the dreaded monster sleeps, listening for any warning signs that he had woken and would come flying out the door in rage. But the door remained closed. All was silent apart from a faint grunting snore that even a pig would be ashamed of, coming from the monster’s room. Breathing out a sigh of relief, I count to ten and continue to pad quietly to the door at the far end of the landing. My footsteps are softened by woollen slippers that cocoon my feet.
I was a bit nervous because this was my harbor and Mother Nature was giving it a beating. I did my last radio check to all the U.S. Navy ships that were harbored there. They replied back with “All stations are normal.” It was about eleven p.m. and everything seemed to be quiet besides the gusting winds outside. I turned the television on and sat on the couch to take a break. It had been a long day and I was getting tired.