Take a look at more of the wonderful writing the students in this class produce! _______________________________________________________________________ When I was a little girl, my grandmother's place was the kitchen. I will always remember her in the kitchen. She would moved her body one place to another, from the trastero, to the table, to the stove. I would see her going around hundreds of times. My grandmother's kitchen was my favorite place to be in, but not because it was comfortable. It was the smell that kept me in the kitchen. I remember being five to seven years of age. In winter season, early in the morning right after I woke up, she would cover me from heat to toe and carry me near the stove, where it was warm and I could get dressed. My grandmother made sure no part of my body would show, except my face. The stove was an old fashioned, an iron stove that burn wood. She would light up the stove and start the cooking. She had to have the breakfast ready just in case my uncle would show up. Hot oatmeal and home made bread will do just fine, perhaps beans and eggs, the smell of the home made bread is still on my body.  There's no one that can cook like my grandmother, not even my mom. One thing for sure I will never forget my grandmother walking around the kitchen hundreds of times. Doris Munoz _______________________________________________________________________ My neighbour   When I lived in China, I acknowledged a good-looking young lady. Her name was Rong Jiang. Her flat was adjacent to mine. We met each other every day. She was slender. She had big eyes, high nose and small mouth.  Her skin was a little dark with some shine. What a typical Chinese beauty she was! She was dashing and always wore fashionable clothes. But compared with her fashionable appearance she was quiet and bashful. She disliked to talk with strangers. When she spoke, her voice was always gentle and low. She disliked going outside to play with others. She enjoyed staying home, reading masterpieces and listening music. In the past time I thought she would be cowardly because she needed someone to protect her.   However,something changed my perception of her. She worked at a 4-star hotel as a restaurant vice manager. She usually went to work at 7:00 in the morning. One day it was cloudy and there was a heavy mist. She  rode a bike along the road to her office as usual.  When she turned on a silent lane, suddenly a man jumped out from behind a big tree. He rushed to her and took her handbag. She tumbled on the ground and wounded her leg. She didn't think a lot and had only one thought to catch the robber. She shouted loudly at once and rode her bike to chase the robber. With the assistance of other people, she finally caught the robber and sent him to the police office. She never revealed her courage before. In fact she was brave all the time. Only this time she let all of us know her characteristic of courage. Sincerely, Yan Liu

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