cliche assignment

Scenario one: George looked up from shoeing the horse to see the outline of Curley's wife in the doorway of the barn. They were alone.

George looked her over, she was as beautiful as the day is long. She must have noticed because she gave him a look, a look of lust. Georges face was like a deer in headlights. George yelled, " No way jose." His face scrunched up to make a evil grin, "Your no friend of mine".

Curleys wife took 3 steps forward and whispered "Lets cut to the chase.."

George interupted, "Tarts like you always find ways to cross the line, your pretty and all, but beauty is only skin deep".

"What are you saying?" Curleys wife asked.

"Read between the lines, I want nothing to do with your cheating kind. Curlys wife stood there with a look of horror on her face, still as a stump,

"You cant judge someone until you've walked a mile in there shoes" she explained taking another 4 steps towards George. "I want nothing but a friend, someone to talk to, a sholder to cry on".

 "Well thats fine and dandy", explained George, "but we need to find a fine line, I don’t want no trouble".

Curleys wife squealed happily, "Of course.”

George said with a smile, "but you ARE trouble, now get lost". Curleys wife looked at him in anger, and throw her hands up in the air, she turned around and left the barn. George looked towards the barn doors where she left and chuckled to himself, "Dumb broads"

The times of our lives.

Grade 12, The Time of our Lives

   Grade 12, “The time of people’s lives”, right? Where everyone in the school has there eyes on them. They are looked up to by the grades below, expected to be the most mature in the school. The pressures are light: good grades are expected, plans for future assumed to be in place, while all at the same time they have to withhold there social lives and juggle homework, and studying for exams that are only worth a minor 40% of there grade. The grades witch was once theres, are assumed childish, and inferior, always in the way in the hallways. If 12ers have the misfortune of having friends in grades below, they have all 3 grades worth of drama, fighting, and bickering, to listen to.  Even the people in the grade bicker amongst themselves. Some 12’ers leave early to go to there already planned out lives, leaving the others behind, contemplating how unorganized there own lives are. The pressure of leaving the safe place of the school system, that has housed them since they were young, and leaving into the real world, where none of these “pleasures” acure.  It’s not hard to see how it is clearly, the best times of our life.

- Kris Marsel