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The astonishing diary of a depressed sheep.
Day 1
Yawn. What a boring day. Honestly, sometimes I wonder how I haven’t died of boredom. I mean, I’m stuck in this boring field with boring grass, just waiting to be turned into chops. I’m all alone, with only my reflection to keep me going. Wouldn’t it be great if something interesting could happen for once? Even the cows have each other for company. Maybe though, I should think about looking on the bright side. Hang on, there is no bright side, is there? I mean, I’m a depressed sheep.
Day 4
I started to plan my escape today, but got distracted by grass. Then I tried to hold my nose so I couldn’t smell it, but then I remembered I have hooves. Are there actually any perks to being a sheep?
Day 5
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Aw, come on. The clouds are grey and the sky keeps rumbling. No doubt, a storm is brewing.
Day 7 and 10 minutes
HELP!!! It’s pouring down! I’d better go into my shelter!
Day 7 ½
Eek! A lightning bolt struck the grass! Thank goodness it missed me! Note to self: don’t eat from that patch of grass…
Day 9
Finally, the storm has died down. However, a strange flower has appeared where that lightning bolt has struck. It looks very tasty, I’m gonna eat it. Hang on, isn’t there something I needed to remember about that patch of grass? Never mind, it’ll come back to me…
Day 11
Ugh. I feel terrible. I have a terribly annoying itch on my back. I need to scratch it. Great, I can’t reach it. I should really get back to my escape plan, I haven’t thought about it in a week. Ooh, grass…
Day 14
I can see some pretty birds soaring overhead. Whoa, those birds are so elegant. I wish I could fly… I mean, how amazing would that be? Roaming free over the world… Hang on, can sheep fly? Lets’ find out!
Day 14 and 5 minutes
WOO-HOO! I can fly! Hey, the lightning bolt must have created the flower and that itch must have been my wings growing! Goodbye Mr. Reflection, I’m off to Rio de
It was a bone-chilling winter morning in Bavaria. My alarm clock rang, and I slapped it to snooze. Oh no, I was not getting up that day. I had just finished the worst school week of my life. If we zoom back to that time two years ago, I was a 14 year old foreign exchange student in southern Germany. Bullying from the kids in school had made my homesickness unbearable. But that’s not all. I eventually became so anxious throughout my exchange that I chewed all the skin around my nails, gained 15 pounds, and finally, had to book my flight back home January 1st.
Most of us are depressed due to physical, psychological and socio-environmental stress. We do have many gateways to suppress our depression. Some may be good and some may be not. When we discuss animal interaction, it excellently works. Keeping an animal at home, daily walking and playing with it elevates maximum stress that makes both physically and mentally fit.
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We are all individuals that are caught up in an unwanted storm. Not knowing when it will end, we have to decided to journey through it or hide from it. There will be endless days of struggle in our lifetime, where rain will hit like bullets onto our skin. However, our mentality and approach to situations have a lot of influence on whether you will move on or stay the same during an obstacle. The power to face the storm or hide from it starts, continues, and ends within ourselves. The storm will not last forever. No matter what the sun will always shine, just look for a brighter tomorrow.
clouds were gray, the roads were slick due to a recent rainfall and there was
Halfway up it was beginning to look doubtful, the wind was picking up and everyone was getting out rain gear to prepare for the storm. I voiced my doubts to Phil and he said we might as well keep going until the lighting got too close. So we did. The thunder grew in volume and the echoes magnified the noise to a dull roar sometimes. Then suddenly it began to ebb. The wind died down and lightening came less frequently. I exchanged relieved looks with Phil after a bit, but kept the pace up--I didn’t want to take chances. Eventually it hit us, but by then it was nothing more then a heavy rain. We kept moving, if slower, and made it over the ridge with no other problems. That night I enjoyed the meal a little more and slept a little deeper realizing how much is important that easily goes unnoticed until something threatens to take it away.
This assignment introduced me to the sound and message of the rapping duo: Black Sheep. The group consist of New York natives Dres and Mista Lawnge. My search for the album to review started with skimming through the table of context of Brian Coleman’s Check the Technique Volume 2 and listening to snippets of each album. I initially was going to review a 3rd bass album because of the familiar samples; however, one song from the Black Sheep album stood out and made this album a clear choice. In this assignment, I hope to examine most tracks on the album and analyze the collective message of this twenty-two track project.
Once the storm arrives, stay inside and away from walls and windows that could collapse or be blown away. If it is during the night, have a flashlight near-by so that you can find your way around in case of a power failure. Don’t use the telephone either unless it’s absolutely necessary. Many people may be trying to make emergency calls and the phone lines may be knocked down in some areas.
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Day 2 begins and you’re still excited but by mid-afternoon, you can see that you