What do you write? Anything. Reflect on the happy couple and jot down whatever comes to mind—funny one-liners, ancient memories, thoughts on love. There are no right answers here. If you’re still coming up blank, try this: Divide your paper into six boxes—two rows and three columns. One column is for “Stories” and the other is for “Qualities.” The row headers should be “Him,” “Her,” and “Them.” Then, fill ‘em in. Maybe she’s kind, he’s loyal, and they’re both brave. Divvy up the stories too. Try and come up with at least one word for each box. If one box is outgrowing the rest, no worries. Everybody picks favorites and everyone knows it. Just, like, hide the paper when you’re done.
“But the best long- distance running I ever saw at that school happened when the heroes of my youth— a group of boys, famous runners all of them, about sixteen years old, several already married, but all of them still in the sixth grade— agreed to run in their first competitive long- distance races. One of our more sneaky and desperately determined coaches secretly marked the finish line with chalk about two hundred yards beyond where it would actually lie by official track standards in order to get the kids running hard across the invisible real line without lagging for the slower ones. But he was outwitted yet again. This had been a 10,000- meter race on the reservation against teams from many other places. When the five boys came leisurely striding in at least a mile and a half ahead of all the visiting runners and while casually sharing their third disqualifying Camel cigarette as they sailed along, they not only technically won a world record that would still hold today if it had been accepted on the basis of time alone, but then after unknowingly having crossed the secret finish line together, in order to avoid what they thought was the marked finish line, these copper- bodied human birds took a collective left and just kept running and coursing the remaining five- and- a- half miles back to their home village through the beautiful high- piled boulder desert hills and sandy arroyos in blossom with the wild parsley and four- petaled yellow mustards of spring to disappear utterly from the white man’s world, their school, and its program of achievements, running straight into the initiation kivas where they began their antique lives cloistered again as Pueblo Indians for the rest of their adult lives. Three of them are there to this very day. ” – The Unlikely Peace at Cuchumaqic
Just for you, enjoy! He keeps me panting for more, every time.
My previous jobs include two years as a sales assistant in an organic food shop in Japan. This has given me experience of dealing with customers, as well as cashier skills and a basic knowledge of food retailing. I have been living in London since last September, and am currently studying English at a language school. I have good English communication skills (recently I passed the Cambridge First Certificate in English exam). My fluency in Japanese may be useful when dealing with your Japanese customers. I am an enthusiastic worker, and enjoy working in a team. My student visa entitles me to work up to 20 hours per week (or longer during my school holidays), and I could start work immediately.