Archive: 1998

My First College Overnight

  • October 16, 1998
My First College Overnight

Everyone was lined up in front of the Student Union.  We were planning out how we could take everyone out to the cabin where we would be spending the night with the limited number of cars.  I threw my stuff into a van with our food and other supplies.   I then proceeded to jump into a car with my good friend, Gerry.  We took off out of the parking lot, just at this time did we realize that first of all, we had no map, no directions, and nobody had any idea how to get there.  It reminded me of my legendary Camp Chateaugay, "Day Off #5".   Along the way, the group caravan got lost quite a few times. ...

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Day Off #5

  • October 11, 1998
Day Off #5

This is a story about my last day off.  As my two friends, Amanda Kendrick and Stephanie Borts call it, "Day Off #5".  It happened when we were working at the legendary Camp Chateaugay.   They were both kitchen staff; I was a counselor.  Not only was it one of the best days off I have ever had, it turned out to be one of the funniest times of my life. I learned a good lesson in adventure on my last day off from my summer job.  The entire day off required absolutely no planning whatsoever, and neither I, not the two other girls I was with, had any idea where we were going.  Keeping adventure...

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Super Cow

  • May 30, 1998
Super Cow

This is a story about a cabin I lived in back in the summer of 1991. It was at a summer camp. In any event, we had another person in our cabin whom we used to make fun of. His name escapes me, but I believe it was Andy Greenberg. With that said, here is my story. There was a young man in my cabin. He was obsessed with cows, and would draw really crappy pictures of cows with superman capes. On the forehead of the cow drawings, he would place an oversized, "S" just like Superman. These pictures would be hung up on the wall around the bunk bed he used to sleep in. We would have to sneak around his bed at night...

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Windy Road

  • March 24, 1998
Windy Road

a small windy road makes its way through a small town named Stamford, New York

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What You Have Now

  • March 24, 1998
What You Have Now

Enjoy what you have now; we may never be here again. Remember this day well it only happens just this once. This day like any other day; 24 hours that pass you by. Remember this day well we may never return.

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Webmaster

  • March 24, 1998
Webmaster

I am a webmaster; harder for me to believe than for you. Long and lonely hours in front of my computer. Writing Java, HTML, even E-Mail, chat rooms, hyperlinks and more. Such a technological and ever advancing job it is; working at society's golden age of computer technology. The net so powerful even I succumb to the many hours of website design. Alas, I am but an artist displaying my work for all of the world to see and read.

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Waters’ Reflection

  • March 24, 1998
Waters’ Reflection

see my reflection in the water full of fish they see my reflection as well

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Waterfalls’ Fury

  • March 24, 1998
Waterfalls’ Fury

A waterfall surrounded by large rocks; who would dare to venture too close? Only to be swept away by the dangerous yet beautiful fury of rushing waters. I myself venture here. Alas, I merely sit among the rocks just beyond the waters reach. So close to the rushing waters yet totally safe among the rocks. Still I am anything but safe; I am still left vulnerable to the rushing waters of life.

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Walk In The Woods

  • March 24, 1998
Walk In The Woods

a walk through the woods along this old rocky road trees stand on both sides

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The World Today

  • March 24, 1998
The World Today

I gaze into the endless field of grass. At tall mountains covered with green lush trees. I see rivers, ponds, and fields all within my back yard waiting for me to explore. Alas, I cannot. They're building a freeway right through my yard.

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The Virtual Me

  • March 24, 1998
The Virtual Me

We're so far away, but I am here to stay. It's the virtual me. We're always on-line at just the right time. We sit and we chat; typed messages lacking emotion travel this way and that. We shall never call or meet, send only E-Mail from our seats. How I long to kiss your lips and feel your touch. I cannot. It's the virtual me; I don't support that much.

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The Tree Of Life

  • March 24, 1998
The Tree Of Life

If life were but a tree the world would finally be as one. Past generations leave their legendary mark among the branches; leaves as people, branches united and known to everyone. Bark surrounds their tiny world; respected and cherished by everyone. Eventually, people would die and fall away; their proud existence known to everyone.

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The Misunderstood Child

  • March 24, 1998
The Misunderstood Child

I went downstairs one night to find my parents reading my candle-light "The Misunderstood Child -- 101 Ways To Understand Your Kid" I felt left out; something wasn't right. Was it something I said, or something I did? Maybe I am just different... god forbid.

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The Man At The Fair

  • March 24, 1998
The Man At The Fair

The Man at the fair stands tall trying to get a passerby to play his game. "Throw a dart pop a balloon win a prize...", He calls out on his loudspeaker as I am drawn in. Drawn into his world of colorful balloons each waiting for the deadly prick of the dart. I throw many a dart as my arm tires and the money slowly drains from my pocket. After all is said and done, the man at the fair hands me a stuffed animal and sends me out into the world of other fair games with various colorful prizes.

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The Empty Page

  • March 24, 1998
The Empty Page

An empty page Like a mind without ideas. Think of something. Write of something. Take this boring wasteland; Add ideas to let it flourish. Plant words among the lines. Take this flat single-dimensional surface; Add some words; Add some life And watch your page grow.

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