DICE OF COLLEGE COMPOSITION VOLUME 17, ISSUE 1 In This Issue irst Day in Fallujah, y Brian Healy Page 4 Single Prayer in September y Jonathon Duckett Page6 Piscovering Our World: Filipino Immigrants by Aycee Gamit Page7 Six Steps to Become Mighty Morphin by Karen Mancera Page 10 Old Girl, May You Rest In Peace by Kimberly Longacre Page 12 Vanessa the Vegetarian by Vanessa RadzimskiPage 12 Crossing Borders and Boundaries By Danyelle Hagin Page 14 Carpe Lemma:Seize the Theme by Katelynd Bridges.. Page 16 A, Weeping World by Sarah Shields Page 18 Longman Publisher Award Entries Page 18 Voices of College Composition s a publication of Florida Com- munity College at Jacksonville 2006-07 Defying the Stars By Elizabeth Horstrnan Submitted by Professor Marshall, ENC 1101 Narrative Essay The first time I saw her sparkling blue eyes, I knew instantaneously she was unlike anyone I 'd ever met before. Her smile gave off sparks of glowing shades of red, but her eyes were a blue I 'd never seen. When combined with her anxious personality and eighty- five-pound frame,they made such a shocking combination as to strike anyone speechless. She had just moved to Jacksonville, but everyone already knew who she was and why she was really here, and they didn' t like it. Trina had for a long time been living a hard life, full of drugs and drinks, physical and emotional abuse,and a love/hate relationship with her overpowering boyfriend Gino and their five-year-old daughter. She had come to Florida from Arizona, recovering from a longstanding speed addiction and searching for salvation. Whatshe found here was a friendship she never felt she deserved at a job where Gino had ruined her reputation before she had a chance to defend herself. Whatshe found was my best friend Jenn and I, and the three of us were in- separable from the beginning. For months we savored each other '5 company,and although Trina held a cheery disposition, there was always something unstable about her. She was obviously teetering on the edge with only one shot of Jack Daniels between her and disaster. Jenn and I wanted to believe she would make it with our help, but the night before Thanksgiving,Trina 's rope broke. Although Trina was never uncaring,she was at times unhelpful because of her ne- cessity to be at the center of attention. Whenever Jenn or I had a bad day, we wentto each other for help, not to Trina. This particular Wednesday proved to be one of those bad days with Jenn breaking two bones in her foot and my car being broken into in the parking lot at work. The three of us had planned to convene after my shift, but by ten o 'clock that night Jenn and I both just wanted to be alone and canceled the engagement. I didn 't think about it again until the phone rang, and I heard Trina 's voice on the other end. "Where the hell are you?" she slurred in anger. She was drunk again,and I was- n 'tin the mood to deal with her. I tried to explain what was happening, but her mind was too clouded for her to comprehend. Frustrated, I slammed the receiver back on the phone and walked out the door. The moment I hung up on her, a knot in my stomach told me something serious was going on that night, something worse than almost getting my car stolen and miss- , OCR Text: DICE OF COLLEGE COMPOSITION VOLUME 17, ISSUE 1 In This Issue irst Day in Fallujah, y Brian Healy Page 4 Single Prayer in September y Jonathon Duckett Page6 Piscovering Our World: Filipino Immigrants by Aycee Gamit Page7 Six Steps to Become Mighty Morphin by Karen Mancera Page 10 Old Girl, May You Rest In Peace by Kimberly Longacre Page 12 Vanessa the Vegetarian by Vanessa RadzimskiPage 12 Crossing Borders and Boundaries By Danyelle Hagin Page 14 Carpe Lemma:Seize the Theme by Katelynd Bridges.. Page 16 A, Weeping World by Sarah Shields Page 18 Longman Publisher Award Entries Page 18 Voices of College Composition s a publication of Florida Com- munity College at Jacksonville 2006-07 Defying the Stars By Elizabeth Horstrnan Submitted by Professor Marshall, ENC 1101 Narrative Essay The first time I saw her sparkling blue eyes, I knew instantaneously she was unlike anyone I 'd ever met before. Her smile gave off sparks of glowing shades of red, but her eyes were a blue I 'd never seen. When combined with her anxious personality and eighty- five-pound frame,they made such a shocking combination as to strike anyone speechless. She had just moved to Jacksonville, but everyone already knew who she was and why she was really here, and they didn' t like it. Trina had for a long time been living a hard life, full of drugs and drinks, physical and emotional abuse,and a love/hate relationship with her overpowering boyfriend Gino and their five-year-old daughter. She had come to Florida from Arizona, recovering from a longstanding speed addiction and searching for salvation. Whatshe found here was a friendship she never felt she deserved at a job where Gino had ruined her reputation before she had a chance to defend herself. Whatshe found was my best friend Jenn and I, and the three of us were in- separable from the beginning. For months we savored each other '5 company,and although Trina held a cheery disposition, there was always something unstable about her. She was obviously teetering on the edge with only one shot of Jack Daniels between her and disaster. Jenn and I wanted to believe she would make it with our help, but the night before Thanksgiving,Trina 's rope broke. Although Trina was never uncaring,she was at times unhelpful because of her ne- cessity to be at the center of attention. Whenever Jenn or I had a bad day, we wentto each other for help, not to Trina. This particular Wednesday proved to be one of those bad days with Jenn breaking two bones in her foot and my car being broken into in the parking lot at work. The three of us had planned to convene after my shift, but by ten o 'clock that night Jenn and I both just wanted to be alone and canceled the engagement. I didn 't think about it again until the phone rang, and I heard Trina 's voice on the other end. "Where the hell are you?" she slurred in anger. She was drunk again,and I was- n 'tin the mood to deal with her. I tried to explain what was happening, but her mind was too clouded for her to comprehend. Frustrated, I slammed the receiver back on the phone and walked out the door. The moment I hung up on her, a knot in my stomach told me something serious was going on that night, something worse than almost getting my car stolen and miss- , Z ArchiveInABox,JAX,Voices of College Composition,Scans,2006-2007,2006-2007 1 Page 1, 2006-2007 1 Page 1