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"A&P" is John Updike's short story written about the adventures in an ordinary supermarket. The story is written in first person and the speaker's name is Sammy, a young man who seems to pay more attention to the actions of the customers than his job.

The story is a recital of what happened on Sam's last day. The characters such as the watchful lady, the three girls, Stokesie his friend and the manager Lengel made the story seem very real because they were described as a normal everday person would talk about them in conversation.

He-Man vs. Tiny Toons

The reason He-Man was my favorite was his simplicity. It was a struggle of goo vs. evil in a fantastic setting with surreal charaters. These charaters made the cartoon enjoyable to watch and easy to understand but if watched today, they would probably bore me and I'd revert to channel surfing.

Channel surfing is flipping through channels rapidly and the reference to surfing comes from moving quickly through the air-waves. It is my guide to how well I like a show. If I flip while the shows on, it stinks. If I flip only during the commercials, it's average and where most shows fall but if it's really good I'll watch the commercials too, waiting for the show to come back on which is the case of Tiny Toons.

EDITOR'S NOTE: This one is just plain stupid. I can't believe I would have done better than a C on it.

One of the most interesting points of Aristotle was his "super school", Lyceum. This school was very interesting in the fact that every so many days, they would elect a new school supervisor from among themselves. Another interesting point of the school was the zoo. This was one of the first zoos in history. The idea was to bring animals and plants from around the world to Greece. Here, Aristotle studied the animals as best he could to find more about them. His idea of a zoo for studying animals can still be seen today.

The Road to the White House

You too can run for president! It's really quite simple if you have the time and money. All you need to do is follow these simple guidelines.

Do something to make yourself famous. Declare to be a candidate in your respective parties and hope to win in the preliminaries. If you don't belong to a party or are fed up with the parties then get yourself on the ballot by forming a loyal following who will spend every moment of their free time to get enough signatures.

My bicycle is a work of art or a torture device designed by Nazies. No one else ever has had a problem riding it except me. I can ride a bike, but sometimes the bike likes to play little tricks on me.

One day, I was riding all across scenic Collegeville. Uphills, downhills, through streams and most of all through neighborhoods. I have nothing against small little neighborhoods except for that evil, lurking, waiting being that live in each one. That hell sent creature is the leashless family dog.

The person who I miss dearly because he is not in my life any more is a person who a lot of people know and some chose to forget because at the mention of his name some awful feelings come forth. Other people pretend that they never knew him because their parents forbade them to. The person of who I speak is very rarely mentioned by grown-ups unless in jest or fibbing, this seemingly unappreciated man is Santa Claus.

The one place that left an everlasting impression upon me was created by me, built by me, used by me, and finally destroyed by me. The locale of which I write is the once existing treehouse in my backyard.

When I was eleven, I thought I could build my own fortress. I figured out the amount of supplies and location of the treehouse that my friends and I would need. Well, I was completely wrong about the tools and wood, and about the place for it because it turned out the original tree we began to build in was infested with termites.

Feb 1993

It was the Anglo-Saxon time. A time when men were men and women were men. It was a time of mystery and of little records so we can make up a story and no one can tell the difference if its real or not. Here is such a tale.

After Beowulf slayed the Grendel's mother, he rested for a while at his summer vacation home at the Stonehenge Summer Condos. Unknown to him at the time, the Grendel's evil father had gone to the Mountain

I found a floppy disk with all of my Methacton High school English/Physics/History papers.

I'm going to start posting them here.

Received: one partridge in a pear tree. Sweet!

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