Celtic Moment

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They would be more like seals or Dolphin, and they are mammals and their bio functions would correlate with humans more than fish
I have only ever seen mermaids depicted as scaly by Disney, and some folk may want to check the Folklore of the Orkney Islands, and Faroe Islands specifically the traditions about Selkies that marry human men and live on land and Merrows who take human women to live with them under the sea. These tales are also well known in Ireland, which is where my knowledge of them came from.

its my second time to watch celtic in park head and would love to think its gonna have loads of goals and action … do ye think so ? whats the history like with these two ..? will many fans be there ? i heard nakamurra is making a return , true ?

I want to know how they became Scot-Irish and how and where they migrated to in the U.S.

Hello. I am 13 years old and am a boy. I love writing and I just began this a month and a big ago. Please give me constructive critism and all that. thanks. Msg if you want to read more.

Chapter 1 – Arrival

The days are short and the weather is intensely cold most of the time. The snow piles up to almost five feet each week and everyone could do without it. Winter. In Canada.

My name is Melissa. I used to live in eastern California. Waking up to hot sun light and the sound of hungry seagulls and the ocean waves crashing up against the perfectly sandy shore. My parents are both marine biologists. It was the only profession my family knew. Grandfathers and grandmothers and their mothers, in my family, lived and breathed for the ocean. Whether it was preserving the beaches or simply collecting shells, they would always know exactly which ones would be most interesting to keep.

All that has changed now. My parents have broken the code. They’ve turned to Canada and the icy things it beholds all year round in some places. Luckily, where they chose to continue their lives is a four season type of place. Unluckily we moved to a place it will stay cold for a few more months. Winnipeg.

It’s the beginning of December and Christmas is right around the corner. The lights on houses and on public places is extraordinary. It was never like this in Los Angeles. Here, the lights are strained across two poles wherever available. People walking around in Santa hats and some of them even in Santa suits pretending to be somebody their clearly not.

I guess there was a lot of things I had to adjust to. My new neighbourhood being one of them. The second, was my new high school. Entering any high school is no joy ride for anybody. Especially people like me, who have just moved here and know absolutely nobody.

I was standing in the new drive way in front of my new house. I couldn’t complain. The house was nice and very open, the way I liked them. I also got the privilege of having my own bathroom.

I looked around and saw my mother shovelling. She was wearing her white jeans and blue parka. She was wearing a visor, something that she would do. She had a shovel in one hand. I saw my father, unloading the last of our carry on items. I had one bag and it was slung from my left shoulder to my right hip. It had various pins and pictures stuck to it. I loved each and every one of them. They reminded me of our place back home, our real home.

I would miss my friends and their crazy antics. I would miss my teachers, even with some of them giving me heck some days. I would miss my best friend, Eric.

Me and Eric. Me and him go way back to when I was just a little girl. We would build sand castles and start sand fights which would almost instantly end in one of us having sand lodged into our eyes. We loved every minute of it, nonetheless.

I opened my bag and pulled out my iPod. My iPod had been around for a few years now. It was a trooper. It has literally been to the ocean and back. It’s been in the laundry machine a few times and even when my cell phone didn’t pull through it, my iPod would. I attached each ear phone to each of my ears and chose a song. I bobbed my head and tapped my foot on the ground a few times.

I decided to join my Mom to see what I could do. I tore one of the ear phones out and began toying with it while walking towards her in the blistering coldness.

“Yo, Ma?” I yelled. She looked up and grinned.

“How nice of you to help me.” she said, handing me her shovel.

“I guess so.” I smirked at her and began working on what she started.

I had only shovelled once in my lifetime and it was at my Uncle Mark’s house is British Columbia a few years back. I didn’t so such a hot job and he never let me forget it. It didn’t bother me, anyhow.

I was stuck going up and down that drive way for nearly half an hour. By then, my mother had gone inside to help my Dad un-pack some more. The blizzard that was forming told me that this shovelling wasn’t a girls job. I stopped immediately and leaned the shovel against the brick wall and went inside.

A sudden burst of warm air whisked through my body as if a fan was blowing it. I removed my heavy duty work boots I hated and then I proceeded to take off my black parka.

“Hey, Dad!?, I shouted.

“Yea, honey. What is it?” He called back.

I was now walking into the kitchen and it was filled with various sized boxes.

“That cold white stuff is getting on my nerves.” I laughed.

“I knew it would.” He laughed with me.

“Well, maybe your Dad could go and help you?” Mom wondered, walking past me into the living room.

“I guess so.” Dad sighed. “As long as you can unpack all these boxes before dinner?”

“If I must.” I smiled to him once more.

He set the box in his hands onto the floor and past me to suit up for the white abyss that was our outdoor environment.

After the attempt to shovel, my hair was no f
Chapter 2 – Starting Over

It wasn’t hard finding the newly built and renovated school building. It was a few streets down mine. The parking lot was filled with new and old Hondas and Toyotas. I found the reception office in the first building of many. Behind the desk, there sat a woman. Mid thirties. She was fit and she was wearing a cocktail dress. She had red hair and big blue eyes.

“I’m Melissa and I was scheduled to start here today.” I informed the woman.

“Last name, dear?” The woman asked.

“Westenburg.” I reminded her.

“Thanks, sweetie.” The woman smiled. “Your first class is Phys. Ed.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Now, is Gym mandatory here?”

The woman laughed and pushed her slim body away from the desk.

“Sorry, Honey.”

I nodded my head.

“That’s fine.”

I studied the student body as I passed it through the halls. It seemed pretty normal. The jocks with the blonde cheerleaders and the band geeks with the other ones.

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This Is Ireland

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

I am going to fail. yea i know im optimistic. im in advanced english. please help.

1.Explain the irony of the inscription.

2. What is the power of nature in this poem?

3.What do “sands” symbolize?

4.What is the theme concerning man’s works that can be taken from this poem?

raith rovers directors put personal money into cocain that is flourishing in oor streets……….they had an ALKIE allbeit a rich alkie who is also corrupt nearly buy the club but pulled out in the last minute………they had a manager named Anelka who organised the betting scam along with the corrupt director wullie grey to bet on there team LOSING on a regular basis THEY MADE UTTER FOOLS OUT OF THERE FANS

and wee mcgregor goes and sticks it intae a couple o burds AND IT MAKES FRONT FCUKIN PAGE and i here the anti mcgregor folk saying he should be dropped hahahahahaha KEN WHIT AM SAYIN THOUGH……..honest tae god a dont fcukin know!!!!!!!!!!!!
what wi shuan dennis and his tart o a burd he played for the rovers and HE ALSO PUT HIS MONEY INTAE COKE to which he tried tried to front it using a run doon pub what has now been reduced to a pile of rubble

its IRONIC that the rovers won the COKE-A COLA cup is it not

“**** being Politically correct , Politically correctness is the language of cowards”

by the way i got some suggestions and its not Queen, Flashlight Brown, The Corrs, or linkin park