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  The tall trees tower above the tired tide. I am watching as the clouds painted pictures of his distant dreams. I sit on the cool rock hoping one day my life will be exactly the way I dream it to be. Owning a castle in a far off land may not come to life, but at this moment I am content with just my thoughts. The water is a sparkling sapphire in the sun rise and the trees are like a calming canopy. I am calm and truly happy but deep inside, I dream and hope for more.  The painting is full of color. The blues and greens swirl together creating the perfect image of water in the distance. The clouds look like the sun is just rising with the perfect shades of purple and yellow. The man lays on a rock looking out into the distance at the shapes the clouds are making. He lays under tall trees that look very old and yet healthy and strong. 

 Emma Schutrop Thomas Maltman College writing 1101-4 A Call To Adventure  1/20//23 The Bunny Hill   The Second that I got onto the Ski lift at Buck Hill I knew there was no turning back now, I would have to commit so what is the point of being afraid? One thing that I have felt ashamed of all of my life is that I was born and raised in Minnesota and I do not know how to snowboard or ski. The only reason I have never gotten around to learning is that I don't want to be bad at it, my nerves were not that bad once I got to the top of the hill, but by the time I got to the bottom I was covered in snow from falling so much.  My friend Daniel has begged me all winter long for me to go snowboarding with him, the only problem is I had never gone before and I am scared to be bad at something new. When I finally called him and told him that I was finally ready for him to teach me I swear I could see him jumping from excitement through the phone. He just got a new snowboard so I was able to u

For the first time, she is taking the reading seriously, with the fear of failure lingering over her head commits to reading these chapters. She sits down on her floor and sets up her folding lap desk, opens up her computer, and just stares at the lock screen of her MacBook. After about five minutes of trying to get herself to get the reading started she finally opens up the textbook. She opens her phone with the intention of turning on white noise but ends up answering her friends and scrolls on Instagram for a bit. It's another ten minutes before she even begins reading. She tries reading for some time but realizes at the end of each page that she hasn't retained any of the information she just read because as she was reading she was thinking about entirely different topics. As she's reading about the cells she is thinking about what happened that day at work and when it comes to genetics the only thing in her brain is what she is going to do at the gym that day. It's