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My name is Whitney and i am from Fairmount, Ga. I have a Black Lab and an English Bulldog. I love to sing and cheer. I have had the same boy friend for over two years. I love my friends Ayshia, Samantha, Angelica, both sarahs, kristie, and Maluse. I am very easy to get along with, but I will fight if anyone messes with my friends, my family, or my bf. Ayshia is my honey bun of the group and i am with her most of the time, even though she tries to convince me of things that are not true.(inside joke). Feel free to contact me if you can find my number.lol.

Here We Go Again...

Alright, so...My name is Jordan. Born in Brooklyn, New York. Pretty sweet, huh? My family moved here when I was 1, so I didn't really spend too any time up in New York. I'm 18 now. Graduated last year from East Coweta High School, down there in good ol' Sharpsburg, Georgia. I'm a freshman here this year. Go figure. I like to play sports. I also like to watch them. I'm majoring in Computer Science, so hopefully that all works out. I wish I had a picture to put up here, but I don't have one on this computer. :(

Its me Ayshia

Hey! My name is Ayshia and Im from Statesboro, GA. I am a really cool person to be around. I have a really big family with lots of brothers and sisters, too many to tell you. I love to read books, and be around all of my friends. I dont know what else to tell you. Ask me and I will tell. By the way, my bestest new friend is Whitney

All about me.

My name is Cooper Jacobs. I have one sibling, a sister, who is twenty-two years old. I was born in Martin County Hospital. It is in a small town in Florida called Stuart. I lived there till I was about seven years old and then move to Austell, Georgia. I stayed there for five years, then came to Kennesaw. Kennesaw has been one of the best places I have lived. When I moved here I got into skateboarding. I got to where i was pretty good then just one day I stopped. I work at the UPS Store and have been there for around nine months. In my spare time I enjoy just hanging out with friends,going to braves games, going to movies, and partying. I attended and graduated from Kennesaw Mountain High School. While there I wrestled for them. While attending here I plan on majoring in Pre:Pharmacy. Then I will transfer to a pharmacy school. That is pretty much me.

I am amazing!

My name is Darrin Rountree and i am a freshman at KSU. I was born in Hollywood California, and grew up in Pasadena. I moved to Georgia in 1993, shortly after the LA riots of 1992. I am the youngest of my family, and i have two sisters and a brother. I live with both my Mother and Father in Marietta. I am currently am working at Escalade Rock Climbing Gym off of Jiles Road. Rock climbing is one of my main hobbies. I am currently competing at an advanced level and am hoping to find a sponsor within the year. Other than rock climbing, I enjoy hanging out with my friends, cooking, and pursuing different areas of art. I am currently trying to learn Italian, because i am planing on moving to Italy next fall. I am a die hard liberal, and would love to find a place where people are more educated and less judgmental. I am hoping to find this in Europe.

Sarah Pyke

Well... My name is Sarah Maree Pyke and I grew up in a small town outside of Oakland California known as Bay Farm Island. Like most people, we moved to Georgia because my Dad was transferred here. It took me a while, five or six years actually, to start liking Georgia. The weather was, and still is, the main reason it took me so long to enjoy it here.
I have one little sister and lots of pets. Two dogs, two leopard gecko's, I don't know how many fish and a turtle. We've had plenty more over the years, we just have a little problem keeping them healthy. I am still a Girl Scout, I have been for 12 years, and I love all things related to the outdoors. I can't wait for this ridiculous Georgia weather to change so I can start exploring Kennesaw Mountain. That's all I feel like writing about myself, if you want to know more just ask!

Trevor "Big Dow" Dow

My name is Trevor, but all my friends call me Big Dow. They have called me it for a very long time, since we all started playing football together. I played football at East Paulding High School. My senior season there was awesome. We had the best record in the school history, 12-2. We made it to the semi-finals of the state playoffs. Oh yeah and did I mention that we played the semi-final game at the Georgia Dome. We ended the year ranked 4th in the state and was named Team of the Year by Fox Five News. I am 18 years old and live at home. I love football, nascar, UFC, fishing, camping, video games, music and movies. I love hanging out with my friends and we are all getting excited about the upcoming football season. I am a huge UGA fan a plan on attending there next year. I am currently undecided on my major and am just taking all my required classes for now.

about a girl

My name is Anna Maria Tepedino. I was born the year many european communist nations sought idependence,1989: the year of revolution. According to the chinese horscope I am an earth snake, and if everything it claims about us snakes was true, I would be ideal. Anyway, I don't believe in horscopes, but I do like to find what might be true and what not. So I am a citizen of the world; yet I haven't traveled as I would've like to. I embrace the world, I am tolerant, I am open-minded, slightly boring and relaxed. I am 18 years old, the glass more empty than full, inexperienced, greatful and lonely. My birth contributed to the unwanted babies' survey in the city of Barranquilla, however, my mother says I was not her mistake. I love, but sometimes I receive and don't give.

About Me

My name is Kylie Likins and have lived in Georgia for the past ten years. I was born in Nashville, TN. I have an eleven year old brother, Ike. I have been working at an aminal hospital for the past year. I have been with my boyfriend, Nick, for two years. I am easy going and slightly quiet/reserved until I get to know people. I do not think I am very good at writing, so constructive critisim is appreciated! I like being here and living in the dorms, and I currently have no idea what my major is!

Emma

Hey guys! My name is Emma Pickle. I am eighteen years old and I attend Kennesaw State University (obviously). I am from a small town about thirty miles north of Rome, Georgia. I am currently a business major, but I am seriously thinking about changing it. I have one brother who is fourteen years old. I also have three dogs, Lizzie, Luke, and Sydney. I really enjoy just about anything that's fun. Well I guess thats about it! I'll see you guys tomorrow!!

Sky to the la

Hey everyone,
as most of you probably already know, my name is Skyla Miller. I am 18 yrs old, and moved to GA a little over 3 months ago from Fort Lauderdale, Florida. I am very close with my family, my mother is the strongest woman I have ever known, and she teaches me something new each day. I have a 9 yr old brother named Logan, a cat named lilee, and a dog named cassie. My family's household saying is "we put the FUN in dysfuntional". This is my first yr, but I love being at Kennesaw State so far. I graduated from a small, private school with a graduating class of just 22 kids, including myself. There I played soccer, and a little bit of softball. As do all 18 yr olds, I love, love, love to have fun(bowling, ice skating, swimming, hanging with friends, anything under the category "fun" haha). As most of u may have seen, I am a wee bit loud, yet outgoing. Nobody should ever feel uncomfortable or shy around me, I do not judge people and get along with almost everyone. I am a very loyal, caring, generous and humorous person, so please, do not hesitate to chat with me, or even add me to facebook and myspace. I really do hope to have an amazing year with all of you, and plan on tons of friendships and memories. Stay well, see ya in class.
Skyla ;)

Kim!

I have a younger sister, an older half-brother, and a stinky handicapped dog. Before I knew he was stinky, I named him Koko Mo. He currently answers to "stinky" more obediently than "Koko". I live in Woodstock and go to Kennesaw State University where I plan to get my general courses out of the way and transfer to SCAD for a degree in graphic design. I'm very creative, and have a habit of picking up papers I find on the ground to send to Found Magazine. My only wish is to find something as good as this.

Katelyn

I'm 18 years old. i'll be 19 October 21st. I was born in Meridian, Mississippi. i moved to georgia the summer before third grade.I have a half brother named Brandon and all my family lives in Mississippi. its just me and my mom here. I went to Duluth High School which basically sucks at everything. Right now I'm focusing on school and work. I work at Papa Johns. I used to work at the one in Duluth for 2 years but I transfered to the one on wade Green Rd. and have been there for like 3 months. So everyone order Papa johns k!?

All About Me.........

Hello. My name is Abdul Kabbara. I was born in Atlanta, GA, on Nov. 1, 1989, so surprisingly I'm still 17 years old. Yet, I'm originally from Lebanon. I have one brother and one sister, both younger than me. They're all back in Lebanon with my parents and I miss them since it's the first time I move out of their sight. My life was full of numerous, unexpected journeys between Lebanon, where I lived 6 years, Saudi Arabia, where I lived 5 years, and the US (6 scattered or inconsecutive years). But in the year 2007, I'm finally getting to stay in Kennesaw State University to start out my university studies. I want to major in architecture engineering through my transfer to Georgia Tech in the next five years. I'm an honest, self-confident, and caring person who's more than willing to help out anyone. My hobbies include watching movies, surfing the internet, and anything that has to do with design. I love architecture. Different architectural structures around the world fascinate me. I like geography too, and I have a dream of visiting every country on the globe. I'm off to a good start I think. Well, I still have a long time ahead of me. I hate English so expect me to nag about ENGL 1101 the whole year, but it's a required course for all majors and I have no way out of it. That's all and have a great year everyone!

just myself :)

Hey everyone! My name is Allie Griswold and I'll be 19 next Saturday. I'm expecting some good presents. Just kidding! I'm originally from Lawrenceville, GA over in Gwinnett, but now i live here in Kennesaw, which I love. I'm going to school to study History Education, with the hope that I can be a history teacher as well as a basketball coach! I'm hoping to transfer in my third year to UGA to continue my studies, hopefully minoring in foreign language, preferably Latin.

Okay, on to more interesting topics. I come from a family of four girls. Yes, my dad was a lucky man! We all played sports and were tomboys growing up so it was like he had four sons. :) He passed away four years ago from a heartattack and I have missed him everyday since. But you are more than welcome to ask me about him. I talk about him all the time so know i won't get upset if you say something or forget about it! Its okay. :) I played four years of varsity basketball at my high school and I also was a part of the musical theatre program. I am also a swimmer and just finished up my very last season for my team this summer. I had been swimming there since i was 4 yrs old. On a more personal level, I am a very kind and considerate person and family/friends are big parts of my life. I love to meet new people and make new friends so don't be afraid to come and talk to me. I'm always in a good mood and i rarely ever get mad. I hope everyone enjoys getting to me as much as I am going to enjoy getting to know you! Have a wonderful day :)

Spencer

Hola everyone. I guess it's time to do the whole "about me" thing again. I was born here in Atlanta, and I've lived here for most of my life. After high school I followed my only brother out to Oxford, Mississippi to go to school at Ole Miss. For reasons to numerous to list here, I returned to Atlanta after a year or so and joined the workforce sans degree. I had a pretty good run in the computer industry, and after a few years I decided to take some time off. After some much needed vacation time, I thought it might be worth giving the whole "higher education" thing a second chance, so I found my way to Kennesaw. Aside from school, these days my time is usually spent outside, or with the dog, or best of all, outside with the dog. Well, that's all that seems to come to mind at the moment. I'll see you in class.

Natalie

Hey everyone! Its Natalie, let's see where to begin about me!! I am eighteen years old, but barely, my birthday was in June. I grew up in a fiarly large house. I have two brothers and one sister. Christopher is the oldest of us all, and we are goofy, he is in school at Embry Riddle Aeronautical University in Daytona. My younger sister is Kalin, she is a sophomore in high school, and she looks exactly like me just about three inches shorter. Then there is Logan, he is a 6th grader now, and doing the whole crazy sixth grade thing. I played volleyball all through high school, and plan on playing on the sand volleyball team here in the springtime, looking forward to that. I grew up around sports...so it has become my life! I love to have fun in my spare time...but in moderation!! I have the best (and craziest) freinds in the world. We all like to just have fun!! We'll do a variety of things...next on our agenda is sky diving. I absolutely love Mexican food, its probably my favorite food. I do not like seafood at all...as unbelieveable as that is. Excited about college...and being out on my own!! Its been great so far...and I only expect it to get better!!

All About Me

Well I guess it could be said that there is a lot more to me than meets the eye. I grew up in the boondocks with my family and a few close friends. I am an Army brat. I was fortunate enough not to be moved around all the time, but I did move a few times. I lived overseas once and that was in the Acores. Georgia is the last place I moved to. I left behind a lot of friends but I made new ones. I go to school and work. I work at Bruster's on Lower Roswell. I am always looking for something exciting to do.

"Shamoco"

In and around the city of Atlanta , Georgia , places to eat, sleep, shop, and whatever else anyone can possibly need are plenty. Places where regulars are greeted by name, welcome to stay a while, or even just see a friendly smile are not as common. Luckily, a Shell gas station on the corner of Johnson’s Ferry and Lassiter road loves their regulars, but the owner, Greg, will give anyone who comes in a good laugh.

What really gives the Shell character is the people that are always there. On almost any given morning around six A.M., a guy named Scott will be there with his Brittany Spaniel that will look as though it is about to die if someone walking in does not at least pat her on the head. Karen, a regular, calls the dog by name and gives her a greatly anticipated scratch behind the ears. When commenting on the station, she says, "This is a place where you go and you know what to expect. I have come here for fifteen years and not for the gas, I will be here no matter what the price. Where else will the owner let you keep your own carton of half and half in the fridge?"

Smoke and Curves

As we pulled off the interstate, I said a quick thank you to God, for Patrick’s driving was anything but uneventful. The car took an abrupt right and Patrick glanced into the rearview. His eyes gave us a quick apologetic look. The car flew down the lane, surrounded by seedy bars and the black tinted windows of the porn shops.

“This is never going to work,” Daniel said with a strong hint of paranoia in his voice.

“Yeah right, like you have anything to worry about, you look like your twenty five,” I shouted back. Daniel was the only one of us who could easily play off the lie we were telling that night. He had been shaving since kindergarten, I was sure of it.

“Seriously man, just relax and think of the sexy femilias,” Patrick said in his best Spanish accent. Patrick was never much of the scholarly type. Guided by my brother’s words of wisdom, “No ID required”, three of my closest and most immature friends and I packed into the car and headed off on a mission. Our mission that night was one of exotic dancers and a cheap buzz. Simply put, we were off to the hookah bar. Images of belly dancers swam through our heads, but there was also the tug of fear in the back of our minds.

Psycho Tattoo

It was a hot July 5, 2007 right after my birthday when the day came for what I have been waiting to do or several years. My Mom banged on my door, “Get up or you’re going to be late!” My eyes popped open to look at the blaring light reading 12:00 from my alarm clock. I rushed out of bed in pure excitement. My Mom drove me to Psycho Tattoo, the tattoo parlor that would make an imprint on my mind forever. The tattoo artist’s name was Rob. Rob had put tattoos on both of my parents and it meant a great deal for him to drill an image into me.

Now this was Rob’s first day back from a booming fireworks vacation, and I was nervous if he could pull it
off. I hardly said anything to my Mom, but her being there was strength to me. I walked through the doors of this award- winning place to find the tattooed, tough- looking men. And the rowdiest of them all was the one that was going to tat me up. “Hey how’s it going?” asked Rob. I replied with a shaky, “I’m ready.” He showed me the intricate drawings first that reflected the new aspirations of me. Something was terribly wrong. I stared at the picture, absolutely scrutinizing it under my gaze. It had to be exactly what I wanted. It had to be love at first sight, yet it wasn’t. I couldn’t be rushed though Rob was a busy man; I had to take all the time in the world. I sorted through all the drawing and printouts I gave him. The tribal around the black widow was not fitting. Even though it was just decoration it had to fit. My eyes wandered to the other tribal drawings and I asked him to draw it with the spider. He obliged, and hurried like a bat out of hell to draw it. I like the finished drawing of it so much. “That look so good…”, I was hypnotized by the picture.

Anna's Profile

I skipped class that day just to go there, but first, headed to Gabriela’s house. When we were all ready to go, Gabriela, Mario and I walked to the park. The sun was everywhere, and the blue smoke caressed our hands, noses, lips and eyes. Gabriela said she was a “Magnetic White Magician”, and that Mario couldn’t care less about her ultimate aspirations to synchronize herself with the environment around her. She also talked about the Green Day, a day lacking time, and encouraged us to be together for that specific event. I had never heard this before, a day lacking time, and a Mayan tradition being carried out despite the differences our Colombian contemporary culture held with that of ancient Mexico.

We sat by one of the trees, the light slithered through the leaves and branches; it slightly illuminated our bodies as we rested, gazed and listened to the voices in our heads. Inexorably, we all found ourselves amused by a high pitch bird-like sound, sort of like those I used to listen to every morning as I woke up in my home place; but yet, this was not a bird, it was a flute. I had already spotted this person, or actually, it was this person who had spotted me first. We recognized each other, his eyes reminded me of yellowish green sunflowers. Gradually, we all stood up and walked towards him. His torso was aligned with his head and his legs laid flat on the green grass. We join this peaceful man and his flute and sat around trees of different contours and forms. Some of the trees seemed to have been turned and shaped by the direction of the wind, since they stood in a rather horizontal position. Gabriela stared deeply at this man, Mario lay on the ground, snapped his fingers and Julio performed an Andes music session with his flute.

When Susan Strikes

I knew today was going to be one of those Saturdays that never ended. I decided to go to my best friend’s house for a little excitement. Allison has a huge family and there is always something going on. Everyone watches a movie or bakes something delicious. Sometimes, we just walk around the neighborhood for a while. Whatever we end up doing, it turns out to be a good day. I yell to my parents that I’m heading to Allison’s and jump in the car. Maybe Molly and Anne are home, Allison’s older twin sisters. They always have good stories to tell and fun outings planned. Or maybe Allison’s Mom, Mrs. O’Brian, is making something special for dinner and I’ll end up staying all weekend. I park by the mail box, my usual spot, and make the short jog up the drive way.

I never knock on the front door because all of their exterior locks are broken. It sounds unsafe but there isn’t any place I feel safer, other than my own home. I just walk in and yell that I’m here. I could tell the moment I stepped over the threshold that something was not right. The kitchen was spotless. The living room had been tidied and I could hear a faint hum from the vacuum being used upstairs. Suddenly, a small figure comes darting out of the basement. “Danny!” I exclaim, “What are you doing?” I then notice the pile of dirty laundry he has clutched in his hands. He rolls his eyes and sadly announces that Susan, his sister in-law, is coming for the weekend.

Kim's Pizza Paper

Albuquerque is a world completely different from the lush, green southeastern area I am used to. It is a place covered in the desert dust that is picked up and blown around by the many passing cars. The majority of the houses are flat-roofed and made of adobe; angled roofs are not needed because there isn’t very much rain that would cause the ceilings to sag. I see these things as I go by on a public bus headed toward the University of New Mexico. Gas prices are high, and bus-fare is free today.

”This next stop is ours," my companion states, and I look farther up the street where I spot a building made of brick with a marble entryway across the road from the college. After asking about the building, I'm told that it is a pizzeria called Saggio’s and that I have to try their pizza.

When we get off the bus and walk over, I notice that the building isn't made of brick or marble; the walls are just painted to look that way. Since they don't open for another 45 minutes, we decide to sit outside a restaurant across the road that has patio chairs and a little shade from a bare looking sapling. We watch as a few people show up and stand around the front of the building and about 15 minutes before opening, a large group of young adults is suddenly standing in front of the large wooden doors.

Wet Ears

I pulled up and parked in the small strip mall out back. Most folks park across the street in the large Kroger lot, but if you know about the back door into the building, the strip mall gets you inside faster, which is key in bad weather. There aren’t many spaces, and the Chinese delivery place always has a sign up in front claiming one for their own, but somehow against the odds, I always seem to find a spot. A quick check to make sure the car is locked and I’m on my way. I look at my watch and notice my timing seems perfect.

The back door is about a first-down away, and I’m moving with just as much purpose. Climbing the wooden stairs of the back patio, I ignore the three or four people out there chewing the fat and head straight for the door. A tug on a swiftly moving metal door puts me face to face with the rear doorman. Sometimes a nod and a wave is acceptable, but other times a full blown security screening takes place. I’m fairly certain it depends solely on his mood. I was entering Smith’s Olde Bar, a place for night time fun, food, and, most importantly, music.

Party Near Thunder

I arise from a short sleep immediately wishing to return my head to my pillow. However this can not happen for I must embark on an adventure. My father and brother accompany me on this quest towards a race fans paradise, Atlanta Motor Speedway. The way to the track was a race in itself, not against anyone else, but a race to beat the sun from rising. If we arrived at our destination before the sun lit our faces we knew we would have won; this time however we were not so fortunate. Though we were not far behind we still placed second. As the winner peaks over the distant horizon we can see the beast of iron and steel of into the distance. My stomach had mixed feelings of hunger and butterflies. I see the early morning mist of heat rising from the ground and the dew taking rest on the blades of grass.

We stop in the middle of a field three quarters of a mile away from the track. Nothing but dirt and grass surround us for quite a distance. What others would call a desolate piece of ground, we call “camp”. We immediately set up with the help of the other campers who have met us there. As we continue to grow with each arriving vehicle (mostly trucks/SUV’s), we spot groups, like ourselves, popping up like weeds all over the field. I soon smell the sweet odor of eggs, grits, bacon and sausage, cooking over a fire pit that was not there five minutes ago, which will serve as our morning feast. As soon as breakfast is done and camp is set up, it is time to prepare for the coming activities. The fire is made bigger to warm the campers and the smokers are started up. These are mostly for ribs but some have other uses for them. The fresh smell of the hickory chips fills my nostrils and even though I am still full from the previous meal, you can not wait for the next one.

Katelyn's Profile Essay

"AND THEY'RE OFF! Coming out of the gate, Legend of Zelda takes a two stride lead over Abdullah. Coming around on the outside is Queen of Spades making a push for the lead."

As the race begins, people drop what they're doing and flock around the race track to watch the race. Some bring their lawn chairs to sit around the fence; others stand and watch, and even more watch from the porches of their cabins. Many families own their own cabin on the fair grounds where they stay the whole week and gather with relatives. My family is watching the races from my Uncle Donny's two story cabin, where most of my family goes to watch the races because it has an outstanding view. My family owns another cabin right behind theirs, but all anyone can see from it is an immense ditch and cabins across.

In this diminutive County of Mississippi, this fair is the largest event ever. All year round, there's never really anything to do. You have to drive two hours to get to a mall. The only place that's really there is a small theater they just recently built. Otherwise, the only place to go is to a park, to Wal-Mart, or to a grocery store. The biggest event besides the fair is deer hunting. They make a huge party out of deer hunting. The men always wake up at three in the morning with their camouflage on and guns in their hands. After a long day of hunting they gather their deer and go to a friend's house, where they skin the deer and then drink and frolic. They never are expected to return home until the next day.

The Rickety Table

Big Jim's Wing Shack operates as a restaurant in the small, desolate, but rapidly growing town of Senoia, Georgia. An acute, wooden building in the corner of the town, Big Jim's implements the uniqueness that Senoia has. Big Jim's was founded in 1972 by Jim Grant. Mr. Grant, at the time, noticed that in Senoia there were not many options of places to go if you wanted good food. He wanted to create a place where everyone in the area would feel welcome and would enjoy the nice country cooking he could produce. Over time, he has attained a successful establishment in Senoia.

Senoia is a relatively quiet town approximately 35 miles south of Atlanta. It's your typical "only one stop light" type of town. Not a whole lot is there. There's a grocery store, a gas station, and a car care business, all owned by the same man. Only about 2,500 people live there, and about half of those people are retired. Even though the town is very tiny, it has had its fair share of fame. Senoia has been the location chosen to film many movies, music videos, and commercials. It's also been growing very hastily. Construction is everywhere nowadays and does not look like it will cease anytime soon.

Abdul Kabbara

It’s 7:00 p.m. this Sunday night. People are walking and chatting down the roads of Downtown Atlanta. Everywhere I look, individuals are roaming. They are searching for the best place to have dinner and enjoy their times in this beautiful city. Atlanta is, in fact, a thrilling city that anyone can expect a lot from. Skyscrapers rise high from the undergrounds of this city; the shimmering lights coming out from them are such a staggering view at night. However, what is the one glamorous place in Atlanta that can over satisfy me and all the other hungry people? Look ahead at this cylindrical shaped tower called the Westin Peachtree Plaza and take a peek at the Sundial Restaurant And Bar high up!

The Westin Peachtree Plaza hotel is the highest hotel in the Western hemisphere, making it one of the most visited hotels in the world. One of its distinctive features is the Sundial Restaurant, Bar, & Observation Tower located on the top three floors of the building. The restaurant was built in 1972, back in the old days when technology wasn’t as advanced as today. Because of this, one would doubt it being such an incredible place and would consider it maybe antiquated; well, he/she can expect a lot while spending time in this place because it is equipped with all the aspects that make a restaurant a significant one and even more.

Ayshia's Profile Essay

It's almost 6:00 on a Friday evening in the month of August in the little known town of Statesboro, Georgia. It was quite hot out, but I was destined to find out what the buzz was about around town. Just moving to Statesboro from Jacksonville, Florida, I needed to get out and meet new people. I figured the Blue Moon Cafe was the place to do just that.

I walked up to a rather small brick building with a half moon on the roof painted blue As I walked closer, I could hear music and laughter inside. When I walked in the door I was greeted with warm smiles and polite but friendly hellos. I took a seat at a nearby empty table and opened a menu. It was filled with foods I had never heard of and drinks that I could not imagine. A second later the waitress came over. "What can I get you to drink," she said in a heavy southern accent. Not knowing anything on the menu I was puzzled. "You're not from around these parts?" she asked in a voice that told me she already knew but just needed conformation. "It is that obvious?" I asked. She Told me the house favorite was the blueberry peach drink with lemons. What the heck I thought. I might as well jump on the bandwagon I told her that was fine and went back to looking at the menu. I came across something that caught my eye. Blue Moon favorite: chitterlings and rice with cornbread on the side. I never heard of chitterlings before. What could that be? The waitress came back with the very blue drink and sat it down in front of me. " Are you ready to order?"she asked with that southern accent. "What are chitterlings?" I asked. "Oh," she asked smiling, "That's just pig intestines boiled and soaked in our special sauce." Pig intestines! Just the thought of the intestines of a pig sent my stomach overboard. "They're very good actually," she said. Just try it I thought to myself. I hesitantly told her I would try that.

Get more for your dollar!

It was a hot summer day in July when I took my Black Lab, whose name is Sweetpea, to the lake to play fetch because I was leaving the next day on a trip. She was behaving well that day, so I decided to get her a treat when I went supply shopping for my trip. Later that day I decided to go to the Dollar General near my house because it was seven miles either way to the next town that had actual stores. I opened the car door and told Sweetpea, "You have to be a good girl if you go." She swung her tail back and forth and hopped right in. I had mud all over me, but I knew I would just get dirty again, so I decided to go the way I was.

When we arrived, three minutes later, I thought,"Please do not let them judge me on appearance." I rolled down the windows for Sweetpea and went inside, knowing that the only people who would bother her were the kids, who came over to pet her and get licked to death. I started shopping for supplies and a treat for her, but was not aware of what was about to happen. There is a woman there who has a very powerful laugh despite her tiny frame. I knew she had company because I could hear her laugh from the back of the almost silent store. The laughter then stopped and the normal, peaceful silence came back over the store.

Just a Day at the Game

Patrick cuts across seven lanes of traffic without slowing down. "Patrick this is not how you drive when you have alcohol in your car," Daniel yells. The car is past maximum capacity and we have to make due. I am sitting in the middle row with Jamie on my lap. "afre you comfortable? My leg has been dead as of about thirty minutes ago," I ask. Charles and Darrin are in the middle row beside Jamie and Me. Michael and Greg relax it the back row. Daniel is riding shotgun, which leaves Patrick as the driver. We have been in the car for forty-five minuts.

We lose our way thanks to Darrin and Charles bad directions, passing the same shut down pub multiple times. We eventually find signs directing us towards Turner Field. While driving we pass multiple cops, each time Patrick yells to Jamie, "Get your damn head down, if I get pulled over for something dumb like that and we all get charged with minors in possession I swear I will kill you!" Patrick is paranoid of getting pulled over with all the beer and he realizes the blame would mainly be on him. The road splits into five lanes, each going to different color lots. We choose blue, anyone planning on tailgating chooses this one.

A time to exhale

A day in the life of an eighteen year-old can be more stressful than many might assume. Most eighteen year-olds are expected to attend college to persue a career of choice, stay on their best behavior at all times, work a job, and all the while battle peer pressure and what seems to be one of the most awkward years of one's life. One place I have been able to go when all of the pressures of being an eighteen year-old strike has been Marietta Square, located in historic downtown Marietta, Georgia. Since moving to Marietta, Georgia, from Fort Lauderdale, Florida just three months ago, I have not known too many places to just escape to and let go of all anxieties. However, being in such a great, little place where I can find everything that comforts me, really puts me at ease.

First moving to Marietta, Georgia, I found myself in a patch of dark depression. Here
I was, I had left the place where I was born and raised, the only place I had ever really known, to a place where I knew none of my surroundings, or people. My first year of college was approaching, so I was obviously wondering what it might be like. I soon then began to over analyze every situation and locked myself away from the world around me. The frustrations of no longer having any friends by my side, or how to get around really had an affect on me. However, there was one place I had gone with my mother a few times and had began to go on my own that really allowed me to exhale. It was Marietta Square. There I felt like a completely different person, and that I could be anyone I chose to be. Nobody knew me, and no one could judge me. I was my own person on an adventure to explore my surroundings, and all problems I had known were left behind. Here it was, the start of a new life, and I knew I wanted to make it a great one. So I set off to recreate myself after shutting myself down for some time.

Allies paper!

My father passed away January thirteenth, two thousand and four. I have missed him everyday of those four years. After a while, I found myself trying to remember him in every way I could, whether it was doing something that we used to enjoy, visiting places that we had been together, or where we had made memories. The cabin is such a place, not only for remembrance of my father, but a place where I can relax., enjoy life and be close to the ones that love me. It is a place of refuge there i can go to remember the good times, the bad times and the funny ones. It is a place of calming energy where I can just let loose and be myself.

The cabin holds a special bond between my famiy and our close family freinds. It was built with my fathers' hands and the hands of his best friend form grade school. They built it with the hope of making it a sanctuary, but it became a second home to all of us. I can remember being a kid and making that left turn onto the gravel forest path that led down Whitewater Road, knowing that in the next five minutes I would see my escape route. My three sisters and I would stumble out of our green Nissan minivan and bolt down the steeo hill to the rivers' edge where we spent day after day absorbing the river. I can still smell the fresh water, the sweet fragrance ot the flowers surrounding the yard; so sweet that I wished I could just open my mouth and that scent would overwhelm my taste buds. I can still hear the rustling of every tree in teh woods and feel the warm breeze as it brushed against my face in the hot summer sun. Even today these vivid sensations are the exact same, as if I were standing there twelve years ago. After playing around in at the riverbank, my sisters and I would hear the familiar roaring of the Berents' car climbing the hill to the driveway of the cabin. Like every other trip, we would make our way back up the hill to greet them.

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Camp Skyline

I find it difficult to put into words how much Camp Skyline means to me. There is no good definition for it. Skyline is significantly different to every person that has experienced it. One thing is for sure, once you do experience it, it will become a memory that is etched in your mind. Skyline has impacted my life tremendously. I recall a recent conversation with a fellow bunkmate. She asked me, "What is your favorite part about camp?" I replied, "Honestly, I could not tell you. I love everything about camp. The atmosphere, the people, even the food! It is my safe haven. When everything goes wrong, I can just think about camp, and I feel better." She completely agreed with me. Not only is being a camper an extraordinary experience, but being a counselor is so rewarding.

Last year there was a girl in my cabin named Liz, who had a terrible attitude. She was always grumpy, extrememly disrespectful to her fellow campers, messy, and had a horrible outlook on life. Julie, her bunkmate, noticed these qualities in Liz as well. Julie came to me privately and asked what she could do to help Liz have a better time at camp. I explained to Julie that she may not be able to force her to enjoy camp, but she could be an example of Christ and witness to Liz. I explained that God is the only one who can change Liz, and that is only if she wants to be changed. Julie seemed to think that this was an outstanding idea! Before I knew it, Julie and Liz became inseparable. Liz seemed to have made a complete change. By the end of the session, Liz had accepted Jesus into her heart. The kindness that Julie ahd shown Liz touched my heart. Children are amazing in that they can see things differently than most of us. This experience showed me that God can use anyone to show how great He is!

Kickboxing Sucker

The heat, the sweat, and the uncomfortable feeling of walking outside in mid August is unbearable. Attending "Bizarre on the Bricks" at Kennesaw State University is a great day to mingle with other people and get an chance to see what's going on in Kennesaw, except when its over 100 degrees outside. I was walking around with my new roommate, Asia, just getting free stuff from vendors and signing up for free items or placing my name and phone number on a list to be contacted about something that they were giving away. One particular vendor that day had a day at the spa package to sign up for. That sounded really nice, scribbled my name down on the list along with my phone number. "This something I've always wanted to do" I thought to myself. It was going to be a great time to be able to relieve stress and relax. Little did I know I would be reliving stress, but not in the way I thought I would be.

Four days later my cell phone rang with an unknown number. "Hello?" I answered.
"Is this Natalie Chambers?" the voice responded from the other end.
"Yes it is." I replied
"Wanted to call about the free kick boxing session you signed up for?" the man said.
"MY WHAT?!?!" I retorted with.
"You signed up for a free class of kick boxing at Bizarre on the Bricks at your school."
"Well, ok, I'll give it a try." I said to him
"Great, we have a class tomorrow morning at 10:00 a.m., would you like to attend that one?"
"Sure, that sounds good." I told the man.
"Great, we'll see you then."
I hung up the phone, and thought this isn't what I signed up for, but this should be fun. A free kick boxing class sounds great.

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