Kylee Stockton

English 101

 

 

“There is never enough time to do the things that you want.” (Stress 67)  As Nina Backsworth  said in her quote that there is  just never enough time to get the things you need to done. Life is busy and overwhelming, and when you are busy and over whelmed this leads to stress.  Stress is something that is felt worldwide. Stress comes from things like having kids, work, busy schedules, school and many other things. But, in a recent study at Cornell University the leading stress levels came from college undergraduates. Dr. Keno stated, “Over 78% of college undergrads are suffering for extreme stress. This being caused by the decreasing availability of jobs in the work force.”  (Cornell 76) As students continue to push themselves harder for the better chance at seceding.  Over the years many studies were ran on college students trying to reduce their stress levels. Some were given an extra two hours of sleep, some were given a hearty breakfast and lunch, and some also spent an extra hour studying course work. All studies were failures until the good, Doctor James A. Melac decided to give his test subjects a cupcake. He noticed right away that the levels of stress were decreasing with each bite that the subjects took. He had the break throw!  Give someone sugar and boom you have it!

 

The heavenly sweet taste that hits your tongue automatically sends you in a state of relaxation.  Dr. Melac explains: When a student or someone under a large amount of stress the sugar from the cupcake will reboot your brain into a high functioning state.  Once your brain is back to functioning this will allow your mind to clear reducing high levels of stress.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Most people would tell you I am the spinning image of my mother. I talk like her, I walk like her, I yell like her, I am my mother. There are a few differences between her and I, I spend most of my time dreaming of how I will one day see this world. How one day I will float down the canals of Venice, build schools in Africa, work with the sea turtles in Costa Rica, and even see the Grand Canyon.
I have dreams. My mother is content with being in our home as for I am not.


I remember growing up my Grandparents lived on a huge farm with acres of land set behind the house. My sister and I would play outside and pretend where were traveling to see the animals of Africa. We spent a lot of times pretending we were the Wild Thornberries. My grandma use to call us dreamers and free spirits. Always told us that if we wanted to see the world, then want it bad, and if you want it bad enough you will succeed. I want it bad enough so I know I will succeed.

I more often than not dream about traveling to south Africa.

As I bored the plane I kiss my mom by knowing that she will have the hardest time with my absence I can tell through her tears running her face and knowing my dad will miss me but he has never been good with emotions. I walk down the hall towards my seat I begin to get nervous about my 26 hour flight. I have never been much of a flyer in fact the last time I flew I got sick after two hours, But, I remember I have wanted this since I was a little girl. Then the words of my grandma come to mind "if you want it bad enough you will succeed" and I do so I take my seat and begin to settle. I know with my best friend sitting next to me all is right in the world.

New Orleans

The first flight was great then we landed to bored  our next flight and a storm hit. Waited 12 hours in an airport before we were able to continue on our trip.
 The first thing I noticed upon arriving to new Orleans was the cars, boats, and other belongs still in the ditches from the hurricane. I never realized how much damange was actually done until I see what was left to be fixed after a few years. My heart broke the people that lost their homes, family, and belongs. It's weird how you think things are okay until you see it for yourself. I'm not sayin the entire city wasn't repared because parts of it were brand new and looked great and parts of it were still completely destroyed.


I have always loved animals and the wild life, so when we were drving down th

Steve Glass

I do not find what Steve did okay. but, it amazes me how he was able to fool everyone 21 times. I think that he is a great writer. His work showed that over and over again. I read something the other day that said New York didn't want Steve lving there. I can't remember exactly what it saidbut it think that its. I was really disappointed to see Spring Breakdown was one of his fake pieces. I really enjoyed that story. I wonder how awful the people treated him after finding out he was a fake. I also wonder how he lied about spring breakdown when you really could order a mini bar from the hotel.

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I wouldn't say that I wouldn't ever use this site because I honestly might. I love to write, It has always been one of my favorite things to do. But, I remeber in  high school I was taking a math class and the teachers decided in every clas that we had to write a two page paper for each class we were in. This really got under my skin because I honestly didn't see the point. I had  already been writing papers fpr my english class, my college bio, and American History. So if this were to happen in college as well I would probablyuse this site. Yes,  I feel like it is cheating but, in away I think we should be learniong the subject on hand and not including other subjects in the matter

I was resting on a bench minding my own when a man came and sat next to me.  I could see he was holding something that smelled so amazing it made my beak start to water. I gave him a sweet chirp signaling I wanted some of what he had. Silly human picked off a small piece and threw it on the ground; no manners I thought. This angered me so I attacked his face. I was now after the entire thing. I heated brawl he smacked me back and I landed in this odd object, I was trapped. There were these smooth shinny square buttons so I pecked them and the object I was in began to move. Then I pecked something else and it was shooting rays of fire. I was going to get that bagel. I realized that the man was now holding my bagel in his grubby hands, I was going to call it a truce until he once again smacked me out of the way. My bagel flew into the box and knocked the red button, signaling the oddest looking bird I had even seen to come from the ground and blast straight to the sky. This man did it again, he flew into the sky with my bagel. I went after him and landed on his box, for a second we made eye contact, and then he let my bagel fall to the ground. Right before I caught my bagel I heard a loud explosion come from behind, I just didn't have time to stop and look, I had to get my bagel. At last I won, I had my bagel. Although it was cold it tasted like pure victory. Silly human. And then I was crushed by that odd looking bird. The end.

I have never been much of a cook, in fact my mother tries her hardest to keep me out of the kitchen. I have always had a horrible habit of burning everything I touched. If you gave me the I could probably burn toast. My grandmother is an amazing cook. I remember as child she would as make mashed potatoes with every meal even if we were just having pizza for dinner. my sister and I would spend hours in the kitchen watching her prepare the most amazing meals. She never made anything from a box. She seemed to always have a recipe for everything. My favorite meal that she would make is fried chicken. There was just something homey about her cooking, it made you feel comfortable. Icould never be mad or sad arou

One thing I thing i love about my Grandma is that she doesn't believe in silly things like diets. She never made a meal that you didn't truly enjoy every last bite. If you are one of those people who live by that silly rule if it taste good spit it out, you'd be starving.. She would spoil us with thing like homemade cakes, cookies, and ice cream. I was one sugar wired child when I was sent home from my mothers. Everything that my grandma cooked was amazing. My favorite meal that she would make was fried chicken, there was just something so comforting about the way it tasted. My grandmother cooked everyday when I was growing up, as I got older so did she, cooking it