*Risci is a shorter name for my high school and the students are called Riscians. :) Rizal is the name of our province. :D*

This is the path I chose. I decided
to have this kind of life. This is my journey. It's an exciting phase of my own
story. This is it, high school life""¦ RISCIAN life.

look, I feel that I have to say whats going on here. I know I\'m supposed to go all googley eyed over this book because it\'s written by a famous author, but in the intrests of truth, justice, and equality, I have to give my opinion. emphasis on opinion.this may well be the worst novel I have ever read.

* This was an OLD, and I do stress OLD assignment from a course in Anti-Terrorism I completed in college. I dug it up, and decided to put it on here for review. Just FYI, I received a mark of 98 on this paper. *

Assignment 1: Have the events of September 11th, 2001 personally impacted you?

By Mark Kopczynski

I was bored out of my scull. Sitting at my desk on the 13th floor of a London oil company I was working through a file of calculations, that I was sure a trained Chimp could do easily, and in fact someone was writing a computer programme to make the chimp redundant.

A few years ago I started doing this writing exercise, and I\'ve never come across it on this site or any of the others that I\'ve visited. I\'m sure someone else has suggested it before now, but if you haven\'t heard about it this will be a fun little experiment for you. Try to personify your Muse.

I am a dedicated Harry Potter fan. No, I don't dress up as the characters. I don't buy faux wands or inanimate broomsticks. However, I do often find myself scrawling essays on the complexities of the novel, trying desperately to be the first to discover Severus Snape\'s true loyalties, who is the true "Chosen One", and who will die.

In a smokey haze of Friday night relaxing and indulging in video games, an interesting topic unfolded while conversing with Seanwhat. Being friends for many years, sharing similar interests, we began to discuss how things will be for our kids, and how we would describe our times to them, realizing we were slowly but surely turning into our parents.

[b][justify]A VERY PAGAN CHRISTMAS[/justify][/b]

A strange title.

[justify]These days I tend to avoid cleaning my room. Not that I am a slob—I’m not neat but I do know how to use a broom—but cleaning my room often results into some unanticipated waves of nostalgia.

In my life, I have always felt sorrow for those less fortunate than myself, and looked up to those who have achieved more than I can. That is, until my viewing of this lump of misused synapse, otherwise known as "The Forgotten." I no longer share those same ideals. To feel sympathy for multi-millionaires who participated in this film truly shames me.

“Kotha to shobai boley, kintu keu to kichu kore dekhate parey na” (Everybody talks, but none acts upon it). My classmate reproachfully pointed out on one of the numerous debates that often spur out on my communication class. To be quite honest, the statement did hit a nerve back then. But now that I look back, she did in fact have a very distressful point.

The pain started walking down the drive
Leaving her best friend and protector; her mom
But wait, she wasn't leaving, her mom was
Moving away for a better life
While she stayed; they told her she would be fine
Living with a man, a stranger, her dad
Years later she still feels homeless
Never truly comfortable anywhere