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Clense

January 19, 2011
By Kaeya BRONZE, Oak Brook, Illinois
Kaeya BRONZE, Oak Brook, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
--Theodore Roosevelt


I was sitting in my room cramming in my last minute summer homework. As the clock droned on...one hour, two hours, four hours, five hours passed, and I still had yet to make a dimple in the heap of assignments in front of me. After a while, my mind grew weary, so I sat back in my chair and looked out my window. I had been working so hard, that I had not even noticed the fierce rain drenching the streets of my quiet neighborhood. Immediately, I stopped what I was doing and walked straight outside...and walked...and walked. I could feel the eyes of construction workers staring at me through the windows of an unfinished mansion down the pathway, but I kept my own eyes locked straight froward and kept on walking. And as I took each step, I heard the tiny raindrops drumming around me to a steady collaborative beat. I felt the wet purity against my exhausted head trickle down my face and onto my chest. And let me tell you; it was exhilarating.



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