MY SECOND CARELESSNESS

One of my friends in high school studies in METU. We studied together in high school for four years.Unfortunately, we couldn't come together since we came in Ankara. So she insisted on my coming her house consistently. At last, I accepted her offer not to break her heart and because we couldn't come together for a long time and I went to her house at a weekend. I stayed in her house for a day.We had a great time together. But, I left from her house to go to my dormitory because I had some homeworks to do.Also I would stop off the market to buy some needs.I knew that I would be asked my student identification card at the entrance to come in the campus.Because my hands would be full of bags after I came in the market,I took my student identification card out of my wallet before I enter into the market and I put it in the pocket of my coat.When I came at the entrance, I controlled my pocket but it wasn't in it.In the meantime,the charged person at the entrance said to me that he knew me and I could come in without showing my student identification card.Of course, I got irritated more this situation.Besides, I felt like stupid. Because that was the second time I had lost it. In the first time, I found it but this time I couldn't. Moreover, I couldn't mention my parents about it.I don't think that I will be able to mention them about it later, too.I don't want to hear from them how stupid I am.And I know that I will be more careful with my belongings especially with my student identification card. Otherwise I will jump into sea.

THE STORY

It was a snowy day in december.George, jazz musician , was bored so much and he decided to go out for looking a gift. While he was looking for something in a shopping mall, he found a identification card on the floor. He thought it was fallen by some one. He made the name on it announced in the shopping mall. It belonged to a girl whose name is Angela. The girl came near George to take her identification card.They met and Angela thanked him. Angela offered going to cafe to show her gratitude.They drank coffe together and they talked about everything.George liked her so much and he invited her to his concert. She accepted his invitation. But she went there with her boy friend.George shocked when he saw them. George’s hopes fell through.He went on his mundane and boring life.

INJUSTICE

Everybody experiences an injustice in his life. His or her parents may favor his sibling.His teacher may be interested in his friends. In a work place, a worker may be paid more money than the other. If you are in Turkey, you are exposed more injustice. And, unfortunately, you can't do anything except for being just an onlooker. Beacause they are strong and can do everthing they want. Moreover, nobody say anything.Like a Turkish proverb, they think that ''The snake which have touched me live for one thousand years.'' And we always keep quiet. We say ''God sees everyting.We square accounts with them in the other world.''
But I want to say to them ' don't be quiet, as long as you are quiet, next one will become you.' Please, everybody search his right and support those who search their right.
I hope that your horizons, in fact, your point of views are as wide open as sky.

BUILD A HOUSE

Firstly, we tried to build a floor. And then we made four wall. We built a roof which is elliptical.And then we created a door which is black. After we built the house, we decided what colour our house is. We painted the walls brown and we painted the roof green and then we painted the door black. It may look easy to you. But we built the house from small boxes. So it was difficult. Our house doen't look wonderful. Because it is first attempt fou us. I hope that we will build a palace second time.

LONGİNG FOR HOMETOWN

You live there during all your childhood. You go to school there first time. You play hide and seek with your friends there. Your family, your first friends, your classroom teacher, maybe your teachers in high school, in fact, all the people whom you love are there. The house in which you were born, the streets where you play, the friends with whom you play are there. Because of all these reasons, you know every roads, every streets, every house, every pavement, every person of your hometown. It looks as if the people in your hometown were your family. It is not important that your hometown is the most big city or a village.But you get fed up with it. You are there for almost fifteen maybe for more years. You want to see anywhere else and you want to live in anywhere else. When one day comes, you have to leave your hometown in any case. Maybe you have to leave your family behind you. You have to struggle against life by yourself far away your hometown.Then, you long for your hometown. Because the places which you hate in your hometown is better than the places which you don't know for you. Like the nightingale in a Turkish proverb, you always say 'Ah my hometown vah my hometown'

CHARLES DİCKENS-PARAGRAPH 2

There is fog everywhere.Fog is up the river where flows among greeen aits and meadows; fog is down the river where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great and dirty city.Fog is Essex marshes, fog is on the Kentish heights.Fog is creeping into the cabooses of collier-brigs; fog is lying out on the yards and hovering in the rigging of great ships; fog is drooping on the gunwales of barges and small boats.Fog is in the eyes and throats of ancient Greenwich pensioners,wheezing by the firesides of their wards; fog is in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, who is down in his close cabin, fog is cruelly pinching the toes and fingers of his shivering little apprentice boy on deck. People who have chance on the bridges are peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog,which is with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon and were hanging in the misty clouds.