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73. There is but a single form of love, but it has a thousand imitations.
    There are so many guys out there that I may think I love, but the truth is that I feel nothing but lust for them.  There are so many imitations of love out in this world that it hurts.  The reason for this is because falling for the wrong people could do so much damage to yourself if you are not strong enough to get through it.  There are lots of people out there that go through this kind of suffering that leads them to depression, which is actually more serious than you may think.  Sometimes I wish that all of us could just find that “single form of love” that is out there for us already.  Rochefoucauld challenges us to examine our relationships.  What is frustrating is that true love is really hard to find.

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My Reflection on World War I Art

        In my opinion, World War I was ridiculous.  The art picture from 1 - Max Beckmann reminds me of World I the most because it recaps me on how the war first got started and how everyone had gotten involved.  On August 1st 1914,Germany declared war on Russia, and then two days later it declared war on France. On August 4th, Great Britain declared war on Germany, and the next day, Austria-Hungary joined the fight.  I like that art in particular because it gives me a visual scene in my head when I think about the declaration of the war. Their faces betray their mixed feelings going from joy to suffering.

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            Time had flown, and it was already the end of eighth grade in 2001.  My eighth grade homeroom teacher, Mrs. Pedryc, had handed out the autograph books to everyone in the class.  We were all able to choose the color we wanted, and I had chosen black because I was really miserable knowing that things would change starting right when we walked down the aisle.  She gave us time to pass our books around; therefore, everyone would have a chance to write in them.  By the end of the year, most of the pages had been written in with many congrats, comments, and advice for the following years to come in our life.
            My autograph book now has its own spot on my bookshelf.  I can read it whenever I feel like something is missing in my life.  It’s like my diary because each one wrote something personal for me to remember them by.  It keeps inside memories of my former classmates and friends from my grammar school.  If it were able to converse with me, it would tell me how fortunate I am to have had such ecstatic experiences in grammar school.  It would probably call me “Happy” because it would see that I would always walk in that school with a big smile on my face.
            You would think that each time I would read it, I would be cheerful remembering about my grammar school days.  But each time I open that book, tears come from my eyes because my life has changed in ways that I can’t handle it yet.  However, there is one thing about the book that always raises my spirit.  One particular page always pulls me back up on my feet.  It was from my favorite teacher in the whole wide world.  I would actually say it is because of him that I miss grammar school so much.  I don’t think I will ever find a teacher that cares as much about me as he.  Words cannot explain how I feel about how he has made a deep impact on my life.  On that page, he wrote as much as would fit of what he wanted me to remember for the rest of my life.  And it is because of that one page, from him, that makes the whole book so important.
            My autograph book still sits in its spot to this day, and I don’t ever plan to replace it with anything.  It’s a part of me now, and it will always be there for me whenever I need a helping hand to get back up.  But if I were to lose it, a part of me would be lost, but there still would be the memories kept in my heart.
 

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            I had wonderful news!  We, the Lady Panthers, had just won first place in our conference, and we’re now off to the championship game.  My whole team was really nervous because we had gotten so far, and we were not about to give it all up now.  We, as a team, had worked really hard to go al the way, but, most of all, our first priority had been to go out and have fun.
            Throughout our whole season, our coach had been really supportive to us and had always been there for us for anything.  He was always understanding, but most of all, he was our coach when we needed a coach and was our friend when we needed a friend.  He had gained our full respect, and there was nothing anyone could do to take that away.
            Our coach, as usual, came in the locker room before the game to talk and help motivate us to do our best.  “Okay, listen everyone,” said our demanding coach.  “I’m just going to tell you this once, so listen up.  I expect you to go out there and be serious and not fool around.  If I see that you are fooling around, then your little behind will be sitting right next to me watching the rest of the game.  All I want is for us to win this championship game.  I don’t want to take second place: all I want is for us to be the champions.  So go out there and win that game.”
            For some odd reason, all of us had a bad feeling about this game.  Our coach was changing and unfortunately changing in a bad way.  It was something new since our coach had never motivated us in that kind of demanding manner.  He usually wants us to go out and have fun while doing our best, but this time he demanded a victory.
            Forth quarter arrived so fast.  The score was 45 to 47 with out team behind by two.  Our team had three turn overs in a row.  Our coach, who was very aggravated, called a time out.  For some odd reason, he thought insulting us was going to get our heads back in the game.  All of us players were very disappointed because of the way he was acting, but even though we were not out there having fun, we all decided to just take this game in our own hands and win it just so he would calm down.  Since all of us were really disappointed, we had lost our respect for him.  After accomplishing our goal by winning the championship game, my team and I just left the court with down faces because of the fact we weren’t treated right by someone that meant so much to us.  We didn’t care about winning the game.  We would have rather had lost this game with a positive attitude and with also a friendship that should have lasted forever.  It was just another one of our Pyrrhic Victories.

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Buddha ("the enlightened")(c.563-c.483 BCE)
I recommend this web-site to you if you are a type of person who is into Buddha or would like to learn more about Buddhism.

Greek Mythology
I recommend this web-site to those who are interested in Greek Mythology.  This web-site goes into deep explanations.

Roman Entertainment
I recommend this web-site to those who want to learn more on how the Romans entertained themselves.  One thing I would like to mention is that they entertained themselves by going to the Coloseum to watch gladiator fights.  This is a really interesting topic to learn.

The French and Indian War
I recommend this web-site to those who are interested in wanting more knowledge on the French and Indian War.  It goes it to great details and keeps you wanting to read more.

Buddhist Images

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