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for Larry and 5 for MJ. In the steals per game category they tied with 2 per game. They also where almost identical in blocks per game with life time averages of .89 a game for MJ and .87 a game for Larry not that impressive of a sat for either of them. Know…

English 302 Sarah McNamara Opinion Essay-Revised 10/5/00 The Evils of Standardized Testing Everyone sat there in nervous anticipation as the large white envelopes were passed out. Why were these scores so important to our futures? The guidance…

We all sat at the table patiently waiting for our fourth party to arrive for our Sunday night pastime. My father, the fourth party, entered the room with cards in hand and a grim look upon his face, the game had begun. The game always seemed to bring…

to sit next to. I got my seat number and prayed I wouldn’t have to sit by anybody. I walked up the stairs to the seats, found my seat number, and sat down. Nobody was there yet; maybe I would be lucky enough to sit alone. I unzipped my bag and took out…

on the Internet I found is more favorable then I go to mall to shop. For example, I can sat at home and move my mouse and click on the items that I want to buy it. On the mall I have to go look the store location and then after I find the store location I have to find…

left, he was a champion. I was there that night. I had just got some ringside seats for my birthday, and my dad and me went to the fight. Muhammad Ali was dancing around the ring as the bell rung. As the first round started, Ali sat back absorbing the style…

when I saw he sat, not in a chair as I had expected, but in a wheelchair. His clothes sewn at the knees and elbows as there was no flesh to fill the fabric. A deep sorrow filled my heart as I saw what he had become in his absence. Gone was his youthful…

of the world's most prestigious institutions of higher learning. Because of his grade point average of 4.0 in high school, and a combined score of 1440 on his SATs, Nick believed that he would almost be guaranteed admission to Harvard. When he opened the letter…

walked my way, and my focus changed again. As he approached, an elderly drunk black man wearing an old naval uniform, a half gallon hat with strings hanging from it and no shoes, who sat a few seats to my side, yelled something inaudible at him. The muscular…

of the wall was the dark night, the boundless serenity tinted with unfamiliar trepidation. Instinctively, he knew that something was on the other side of the wall. He watched it walk the length of his bedroom and felt it silently approach. He sat in the bed, hoping…