A Place I Call Home Jovanna Guerrero Page 1 On Riverside London Marriott Page 3 Building of Dreams Robert Scott Page 4 Dead in the Morning Evan Spence Page 5 The Shirt Laraina Meacham Page 7 Land of the Lost Thomas Karst Page 9 My Life with Animals Sarah Jones Page 10 How to Stop Smoking Laura K. Carter Page 11 Two Happy Women Sharon Reichstadter Page 12 Journey to Forgiveness Dondra Maynor Page 14 How Community College Has Changed My Life Noralynn Sanalila Page 16 Voices ofCollege Composition is a publication of Florida Community College at Jacksonville Edited and Designed by Professor Suzanne Hess DICE OF COLLEGE COMPOSITION Fifteenth Anniversary Edition Volume 15, number 1 2004- 2005 A Place I Call Home By Jovanna Guerrero Descriptive Essay Submitted by Professor Mary Sue Koeppel The old, faded-black Toyota pickup chugs its way up the steep hill. The tropical sun scorches my skin as I sit in the rusted bed avoiding the welded gate for fear that the truck might fall apart at any time. Local 'tang Tonga trees line the dirt path on all sides, their long, scrawny, grey branches trying to claw their way to the pickup. In a small clearing to the left, long blades of shard grass begin to swallow the sight of what was once a small, lively shack. I remember how the house used to be alive with barking dogs, clucking hens, and the laughter of two children that were my playmates ten years ago. I frown at the thought that it's been so long since the last time I came home to Guam. Half way up the worn, dirt path, I hear the echoing bark of my Grandma's three boonie dogs. Once strays, they've come to find a humble home on my Grandma's premises. The smell of charred wood is in the air, and I salivate at the thought of the grilled kitsu or guiliet that sits on the worn fiesta table, a pot of hot rice beside the ocean in my uncle's morning catch. At the end of the dirt climb, I am greeted by the three dogs that gave warning of my presence just a moment ago, and to my surprise there are two young puppies no more than ten weeks old. I can't help but half-laugh at their it. I can already taste the sweetness of , OCR Text: A Place I Call Home Jovanna Guerrero Page 1 On Riverside London Marriott Page 3 Building of Dreams Robert Scott Page 4 Dead in the Morning Evan Spence Page 5 The Shirt Laraina Meacham Page 7 Land of the Lost Thomas Karst Page 9 My Life with Animals Sarah Jones Page 10 How to Stop Smoking Laura K. Carter Page 11 Two Happy Women Sharon Reichstadter Page 12 Journey to Forgiveness Dondra Maynor Page 14 How Community College Has Changed My Life Noralynn Sanalila Page 16 Voices ofCollege Composition is a publication of Florida Community College at Jacksonville Edited and Designed by Professor Suzanne Hess DICE OF COLLEGE COMPOSITION Fifteenth Anniversary Edition Volume 15, number 1 2004- 2005 A Place I Call Home By Jovanna Guerrero Descriptive Essay Submitted by Professor Mary Sue Koeppel The old, faded-black Toyota pickup chugs its way up the steep hill. The tropical sun scorches my skin as I sit in the rusted bed avoiding the welded gate for fear that the truck might fall apart at any time. Local 'tang Tonga trees line the dirt path on all sides, their long, scrawny, grey branches trying to claw their way to the pickup. In a small clearing to the left, long blades of shard grass begin to swallow the sight of what was once a small, lively shack. I remember how the house used to be alive with barking dogs, clucking hens, and the laughter of two children that were my playmates ten years ago. I frown at the thought that it's been so long since the last time I came home to Guam. Half way up the worn, dirt path, I hear the echoing bark of my Grandma's three boonie dogs. Once strays, they've come to find a humble home on my Grandma's premises. The smell of charred wood is in the air, and I salivate at the thought of the grilled kitsu or guiliet that sits on the worn fiesta table, a pot of hot rice beside the ocean in my uncle's morning catch. At the end of the dirt climb, I am greeted by the three dogs that gave warning of my presence just a moment ago, and to my surprise there are two young puppies no more than ten weeks old. I can't help but half-laugh at their it. I can already taste the sweetness of , Z ArchiveInABox,JAX,Voices of College Composition,Scans,2004-2005,2004-2005 1 Page 1, 2004-2005 1 Page 1