What do sports teams mean to the identity of a city?

I think the sports team show the location and also stands for what the city stands for and I guess it show the faith of the team and what they want to come and do and stand for. I think it also shows the identity of the city because it shows wat the city wants to become. It shows the city because it wants to identify the city's strength and determination Also, what the city stands for. I think the team gives the city inspiration because it something that represents it.

The painting that I chose is located in my living rom. There is a girl wearing what looks like a plain white piece of cloth. This girl is in the middle of the ocean hanging onto a cross. Half of the picture shows the sky as a calm pinkish blue color. The other half shows swirling grey clouds. However, there is a single beam of yellow light coming from the dark cloud shining onto the girl and the cross. The expression on the girls face looks like hope. As if she has been forgiven for every wrong thing that she has done in her life. Her sandy blonde hair flows into the wind like it is apart of it. Her dress cascades into the sea of darkened blue and looks as if it is floating gently on top of the merciless waves. The cross is on top of a small hill of jagged rocks.

The sound of water hitting the bathroom floor was what I needed to hear. After having the hardest month of my life, with all the problems at school and home, I needed to cool down. That morning I had gotten in an argument with my mother, something that seems to always find its way in my daily routines, we argue for the stupidest reasons. I couldn’t even recall what started the argument but I was still mad.  Recently I have been taking showers in my parent’s bathroom, I don’t know what it is, but I like it there. It’s on the third floor so maybe it’s my way of getting away from the family for a while, for some alone time.

The sound of water hitting the bathroom floor was what I needed to hear. After having the hardest month of my life, with all the problems at school and home, I needed to cool down. That morning I had gotten in an argument with my mother, something that seems to always find its way in my daily routines, we argue for the stupidest reasons. I couldn’t even recall what started the argument but I was still mad.  Recently I have been taking showers in my parent’s bathroom, I don’t know what it is, but I like it there. It’s on the third floor so maybe it’s my way of getting away from the family for a while, for some alone time.

Final Revised Copy Of Auto Essay.

When we came home that night, my dad saw the little light flashing on our phone that tells us we have messages on our answering machine. My sister and me ran off to her room- she wanted to show me something, but we should have known something was wrong when my mom worriedly sat down at the table next to my dad and helped him make phone calls. After a little bit, my dad called us over and told us to sit down because he had something to tell us. He said, quite simply, “George died.” My sister gasped and immediately started to cry. I just sat there, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

Lenea Harris
September 14, 2008
Copper Stream