Archive for February, 2001

Drivers to Avoid

Posted by Ronald Huereca

Ronald Huereca
2DDP
Ms. McCloy
2/21/2001
Grade: 47/50

Your favorite song is playing on the radio as you drive on the freeway at a comfortable sixty-five miles an hour. The sun is behind you as the day finally comes to an end. The temperature in the car is cool, and your mind begins to relax. All seems well until a car cuts in front of you forcing you to slam on the brakes and change lanes in order to prevent a fifty-car pileup. As you regain your mobility, you realize that Suicidal Speeding Maniac has just cut you off. We encounter drivers like Suicidal Speeding Maniac every day of our lives, but he is just one of four drivers that you should try to avoid on the road.

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Walgreens - The Brand America Trusts

Posted by Ronald Huereca

Ronald J. Huereca
Ms. McCloy
Eng. 110
2/14/2001
Grade: 46/50

Birds are chirping in the background as the view of the yellow two-story house comes into view. The lawn is neatly mowed, the trees are well pruned, and the bushes are edged to perfection. The sun is shining brightly reflecting the positive energy the house has to offer. The peaceful scenario is interrupted by a loud sound coming from within the house.

A boy with dirty-blonde hair creeps through a hallway inside the house. The boy approaches the homemade ramp made of stacked books and a wooden board with great stride. With the remote in hand, he advances slowly and thrusts the joystick in the forward position as his remote control car speeds up the ramp. The car launches into the air with great force. His mother, who happens to walk by at the same exact moment the car is launched, narrowly avoids a mid-air collision with the aerial missile. “Every year Americans buy 20 million Walgreens’ batteries,” The announcer says.

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Aisles of Loneliness

Posted by Ronald Huereca

Weary, wrinkled, tattered — I sit among others.
An example, I am, of blunt imperfection.
Untouched with age, dust accumulates blanketing
The relief I harness as many venture on.

The disease, I call it, concerns the many passers.
Appearing helpless, they search; endlessly looking
For any comfort. Eyeing me, they stand disgusted
At my repulsive, unattractive appearance.

Sadly, I observe many leaving, unaware
That I possess the cure they so desperately need.
Yet, I still am brushed aside. A disease, they all have;
And they wander aimlessly, forever searching.

 

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