The reception will start immediately folllowing the wedding and be held at the Spalding University ballroom. The ballroom is located in downtown Louisville at 841 South Fourth Street. Maps and directions will be available at the ceremony. They will also...
Our wedding will be held at Dixie Valley Chruch of God, conventiently located off of Dixie Highway at 4703 Quinn Dr on the second of November, 2002. Directions to the church will be available shortly. The cermeony will be officiated...
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My first attempt at adult themed fiction. Not too bad, but probably not the best item to turn in for a high school english paper. Perhaps if it had been better there might have been more cause to worry.
As he walked into the room, everything seemed to stand still with tension, although there was nothing different. The computer on his desk hummed away, ready for reading email or looking at pictures. The desk held many other wonders including...
A play mimicing real life in my high school senior Humanities class.
The is the speech I wrote and gave at my high school graduation. I am told that it sent gasps up from the student audience. It is still one of the most remembered pieces of writing that I have. Note: Contrary to what the speech says, it was not writtent that day. I started it at 8pm the night before and showed it to only one person before the presentation.
28-October-1993
Almost everyday after school during my junior and senior years I would walk 9 blocks to The Galleria, a downtown mall. This walk always seemed to be an interesting one, though it was usually made alone. This is the description of one of those trips and the stupor I was in while it was made.
When I started high school there was push toward integrating the subjects more, and this is one of the results. It's a math paper that had to be written like an english essay. I don't think that they got what they were expecting.
These two shorts were written as a part of a section on the Canterbury Tales. We had to write in a similar vein about the people that we saw around town. Apparently I had a fairly warped view about the people that are around the town.
These two shorts were written as a part of a section on the Canterbury Tales. We had to write in a similar vein about the people that we saw around town. Apparently I had a fairly warped view about the people that are around the town.
A much better song for APO based on the Beach Boys Surfin USA. I don't think it ever saw the light of say either. More important things were going on that semester.
19-January-1997
One of the requirements of going to an Aplha Phi Omega convention was performing an introduction of some sort. This song attempted to do that, though I don't think it was ever used.
This is my decativation from the active brotherhood of the Delta Theta Chapter of the National Co-Ed Service Fraternity Alpha Phi Omega. This letter made some people cry and some people hate me even more. Unfortunately I don't think that it had enough of the intended effect of making people step back and look at their action. This letter is still here because I believe in the good of the national organization and hope that it can survive into the future.
And the next year rolled around, I was feeling sentimental, and wanted to outdo the letter from the previous year.
After buying discount christmas cards right after Christmas back in the mid-nineties I finally figured out it was high time to write somethign and send them.
I was searching for something else and found this article that I wrote for my high school newspaper back in 1993. I guess that same sentiment still holds: we just need to slow down and smell the roses.
Monica: Randy and I had been dating only a short while when I fell in love with him and realized that he was the one I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life with. I knew we'd get married...sooner...
Monica: My being in New Hampshire is as much a surprise for me as it is to anyone who knows me. I never planned on living anywhere but Louisville (its a great city) and very early on I had considered...
For the wedding we spent some time together and wrote up a small history of our life togther up to that point. Not nearly complete, but a good entertaining read that still needs to have many of the pieces updated. Includes the sections “How We Met”, “How We Came to New England”, and “A Proposal Story”
This allegory was written 1995-February-18 and released soon afterward. The meaning behind the story has never been told, though including in this category takes away most of the challenge in figuring out the story.
This essay (a reflection on the Certificate of Love) was written 14-April-1994, and points everywhere and to no one. In my younger years I had trouble expressing what I wanted to say to the people I wanted to express it to, so I truned quite a bit of negative energy inward. This flows out of that pool.
As to the name of the essay (as listed on this page), I am not sure where it comes from. Through my high school years I had a habit of naming the file differently than the title of the piece. Here's to you kid was the name of the file.
This poem was written on 1998-March-22 and based on [Billy Joel][1]'s title song [River of Dreams][2]. I can't remember if the poem was ever delivered or not.
[1]: http://www.billyjoel.com/
[2]: http://www.billyjoel.com/discography/TheRiverOfDreams.html
After another depressing pre-valentines day season this poem was written 1997-February-14 and delivered soon after. Nothing more ws every said regarding it.
The earliest data that I can find for this poem is 1994-April-3, though I am certain is was written earlier in the previous year. The original format was a standard poem. It later transformed into a heart formatted in MS Word (1992-April-3) and finally into the broken heart that is shown here. The broken heart format was created 1998-March-22 so the poem could be rededicated to a new recipient.
The paper was one of my first attempts to mix music and prose to send a messages. This was later repeated in my high school valedictory address and the poem The River to the Mountain among other items. Some of the wording in the story may sound a little off, but this is due to the nature of the assignment: write a story including about fifteen random phases that were handed out.
This story was written my junior year in high school and is an attempt at writing personal narrative. For better or worse, this story must be read metaphorically. (If you try to take it seriously and make sense out of it, then you have very big problems.) All of the events in the story are true, and about people that were in my school the previous year. At the time many people found it hilarious. Now I am forgetting most of the jokes. If you saw (in the far past) Herman's Head on Fox Television then this story might seem a little cliched. I have never seen the show, and since it went off the air many years ago, probably will never see it.
I do not remember writing this poem. I do not remember the subject. I have no idea why I kept it.
This poem was based on the quote in the next to last line from a friend in high school.
This was publish in my high school's literary magazine my senior year.
While in high school I played on the quick recall team...a kind of team teen Jeopardy!
Words murdered- Slain with the silver pen Hung by the neck A stake through the heart Drawn and quartered Impaled on the "I". All by people called poets. Other words are cubed Marinated with indigo ink Rolled in pure white...
The two opponents, both superior Surviving in the glass cube of life. The fire with the heat of passion Melting the glass to be free Struggling to survive in The oxygen starved environment Stone-faced-holding on. Then the raging water of...
I spent many years in school despising the food that was served everyday in the cafeteria. I found it interesting that while in 7th grade the cafeteria staff decided that we only wanted to eat pizza. And they served it every day for the next year and a half.
A description of my high school written in the Spring of 199 as I was finishing my Junior year.
This is a true story. Though the real incident wasn't as literary as it is made out to be.
This was the last poem of a set of 10 that I needed to write my junior year in highschool. Inspiration came from the fact I waited until the night before to work on six of the poems and around one o'clock in the morning I was just ready to be done with the whole mess.