When President Obama moved to the White House, a Five Guys staffer suggested sending him a T-shirt. “That’s cheap!” Murrell shot back. Playing coy worked, and soon Obama, trailed by TV cameras, stopped by a store. He ordered a cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, fresh jalapeños, and mustard — a classic example of Five Guys’ formula that sells 2 million burgers a week and was named Zagat’s “best fast food burger” for 2010. For this reporter, evaluating the burger first-hand was problematic: I’ve been a vegetarian for more than a dozen years.
AGE and TrūAge ARE TWO VERY DIFFERENT THINGS. WHAT IS TrūAge? To illustrate, let me introduce you to two (fake) people: Louie and Marge. Louie's a real party animal. Every day he eats cold pizza for breakfast, a burger for lunch, and two liters of soda for dinner.
(Eagles beating the Cowboys.) The atmosphere I was given from this hole-in-the-wall was where men could go to eat a heavenly sandwich, drink a root beer and get away for the time it takes to eat. As I walk into this little hole-in-the-wall, you noticed a chalk board above. The chalk board is filled inch to inch with sandwiches of all arrays. Paesano’s has 13 sandwiches plus the daily specials.
Once it was obvious the Germans were not going to attack, you are able to stand down. You can now go eat breakfast, which was usually half a dozen biscuits and a can of Tickler's Plum and Apple Jam and a fresh cup of coffee. During this time, then men gossip and read old newspapers. After breakfast, your platoon commander inspects your platoon and then orders you to either do work detail, do sentry duty, or to bring wire from the rear trenches. In the late afternoon, you return to your dugout and eat more biscuits, cans of bully beef, Machonochie's stew, and drink tea or water.
I believe that I came out of that class with an A, all because of my teacher. I know that I should put all of my effort into my work regardless of the teacher or the teaching style, but I was just immature back then and did not realize how it would hurt me in the future. In the eight grade, I had an assignment to read a book called The Battle of Jericho, but I did not want to do it. I figured I would just skim through the book and tell the teacher I read it, until I received a piece of paper which explained that I must type an essay about the book. I had to read it now, so I told myself to just do it and get it done, but I had to go get the book first.
Most evenings, it lay open on the kitchen counter until my mother filled the Thermos with milk and made four sandwiches wrapped in wax paper. Sometimes she drew a funny picture on his paper napkin, or scribbled a little note. "I love you," she would write in her loopy backhand. "Meatloaf for dinner!" When I was little, I didn't understand what Dad did for a living.
Cathy Pham Mrs. Jaspard AP English Lang/Comp 29 December 2012 Philosophies of Transcendentalism In the movie Dead Poets Society, the philosophies of transcendentalism are explained in depth, though in a more interesting way. Near the beginning of the movie, where several orthodox methods of teaching are shown, tradition was expressed. The typical class introductions, the way the lessons are delivered, and the assigning of homework are all done in a similar fashion. That is, until the boys sat through a class taught by Mr. Keating, Welton’s new English teacher. His unorthodox methods not only taught the boys to think for themselves, but they also awoke the boys’ inner desires and dreams.
While she stacks her books up, someone runs over to help gather up the rest of the books. “Need some help?” flashing you a smile “Yeah, sure thanks.” Knowing that, you’d be stuck there for a while. After fixing your locker a picture falls out of a textbook, it was a picture of Myles and you on your 2nd anniversary; you stared at it intently. “Is that your boyfriend?” You forgot that someone was with you “He used to be.” Trying to change the subject you say “I’m Aerith.” “Marks the name , I’m new here” grinning right after , you can’t help but examine him ; Structured jaw , round brown eyes and a smile that just makes you want to melt. You didn't notice that you were staring until he asked “Do you want me to walk you to your next class?” “Yeah, that would be nice.” Soon the both of you were stuck at the hip, going almost everywhere with each other.
I would like the writer to discuss more ways to get high school students to focus in school and how teachers or parents can help them achieve their goals. The comparison of this essay to my expectations are not very different at all, I agree with everything the writer has to say because education has only been getting worse throughout the years and the way that high school diplomas are just being handed out to seniors is not how it used to be which defeats the whole purpose of even learning. Sherry’s essay helps the readers clearly understand how education for high school students has become insignificant. Overall, Mary Sherry did really well writing this essay by using her thoughts and experiences to help the readers to be more informed on the
At that time for me it wasn’t’ that funny as it is now. I put the postcard in the envelope, wrote “To Kristina from Misha”, closed it and went to school. When I came to school I saw her reading some postcards she received from other boys, that made me even more unconscious. I thought that if I come to her and give the post card, she would thank me, and continue reading all of them. Finally, I decided to go and give the postcard and see what happens next.