Building Chicken Coops

Can some one please critique my essay? Its my first essay to turn in, next week!?

Please only if you have time read my essay!
I need some soiled ideas of improvement.....its a descriptive essay of a trip i took and that had to be the topic......her it goes.....

The contrast of the beautiful Romania.
For my high school graduation in 2003, my mother gave me a gift, a round trip ticket to Romania, which is her home country. I went along with my cousin Jessica, and our plane departed from the L.A. airport on a hot, humid day in August. We had made arrangements for our cousin Tomas that lived in Romania to pick us up from the airport when we got there. I can remember the fear we had, but for the moment we were so excited it overcame our doubts and we committed to go with ambiguity to Romania. I can still hear the propellers roaring like an angry lion, and I felt it vibrating right though me. The trip lasted sixteen long hours; we ascend from L.A. and landed in Amsterdam; where it was raining so badly, it was flooding. We waited in the Amsterdam airport for four hours, while the pilots were waiting for the rain to slow down; we squeezed together and got some rest on a cold, sticky, green, leather bench. For the moment it was better than nothing. I’m sure I had a bit of jet lag, I felt like it should be night but it was only almost noon. The whole time there, there was endless unnecessary gibberish that kept us awake which made the time go by slowly. Finally the weather allowed us to depart from Amsterdam, so that we can arrive in Romania.

From the time we landed in Romania, I felt odd; I had to assess myself to make sure I don’t have an extra toe. The Romanians stared at us, I’m sure they knew we came from America; so they knew we had money. We were ambitiously pushing through the heavy crowed of people to find Tomas. With no luck, we go outside, and still don’t see any sign of him or his car. My legs were tired of standing; I can feel all the pressure building on my knee joints as they screamed at me to sit; so I found the most even curb I can, to make a seat of. Everyone seemed astir, as I was able to hear the speed of there wheels of there luggage’s running over the bumpy dirty concrete making a loud purring noise as they were passing right behind me. From afar I heard a loud diesel engine, and sure enough it was Tomas, in a bright red old model Dacia. We were so happy to finally meet him. He opened his door and came out, leaving his door opened behind himself. He was tall and thin, with straight hair split down the middle; I suppose that was the style there. His nose was long and thin, and his eyes were hazel, he was wearing a maroon tee shirt and kaki pants, he had a silver cross necklace and he was showered in cologne. He gave us both a huge hug; his hands and arms sunk into us and a kiss on the cheek, which is the polite way to greet someone you meet in Romania. Even though, his car was about falling apart he helped us in.

The roof of the car was made of yellow foam that was dry and crumbling off, a few pieces landed in my eyes, as I was shuffling to get inside where it smelled like old fabric, and rust;. The roads were beautiful, made of red uneven brick which made the drive completely rocky and unstable. There was a thin layer of hey all over the road, and I started to smell animal feces. However we finally arrived to our aunts house, in Iasi, Romania, where they have cows, chickens, rabbits and can grow there own vegetables.

Their house had six bedrooms and two bathrooms, with thirteen children and my aunt and uncle all living in the same house. They very warmly welcomed us in there house that smelled like fresh chicken soup, sarmalle, and mashed potatoes. They were very hospitable; they fed us generously, and let us take a shower and offered us their beds to sleep in. The toilets where unusual, to flush them I had to tug and pull on a thin chain, it took me over ten minutes to figure that out. Although, their beds were old and had springs sticking through the mattress, it was all they had and they gave it to us to sleep in while they slept on the floor. We had big plans for the following day.

Tomas took us on a tour of Romania that lasted us a week. We visited Dracula’s castle also known as Castle Barn in Hunedoara, which was absolutely beautiful, and breath taking, but it stuck a weird sense of fearfulness in my soul, it was eccentric. There was a tunnel of stairs under ground made of wood, that were all uneven, some were taller, some were wider, and some were built at different angles, this was done to trip and slow people down that were out to get Dracula, that’s how evil he was. The atmosphere was cold moist and chilly and it smelled like mud so bad I can taste it as if it was crawling up my nose and into my mouth. We also visited the Black Sea, but that was more comfortable for me than my castle experience was.

The beaches were stretching from Mangalia to Mamaia, countless people covering the white luscious sand as the fingers of
of the sun stroked them gently. The sidewalks where full of gypsies selling there merchandise, foods and souvenirs, it was a spectacle. I wasn’t interested in much, but I had to get a snow cone because it was smiling gently at me. The oddest thing I can about the Black Sea was that there were naked people everywhere, ladies nonchalantly playing volleyball agilely. I wasn’t as brave to take my shirt off but next to us, there was a really heavy set woman that was. We laid down on a pink large towel on the sand warmed by the sun, it felt so good I squirmed to dig my back into the warm towel, as the sand underneath me made fossil of my back hugging me with the radiating heat. I smelled food, and tanning oils all around me, I heard the children playing and the volleyballs bouncing off the player’s fists and the audience cheering them on. The environment was absolutely inviting, and it killed me to know soon we would have to leave.
Thanks Atheism is god LOL, I still have a lot of work to do on it i know and if you want i can email you the whole thing because i couldnt fit it all in the Question. If you want to let me know, my email is Camic_oana@yahoo.com Thank you!

Am I crazy...or is this reasonable?

Just wanted to get your take on some of my thinking.

Last year (March 2009) I felt a need to start to prepare for a possible collapse of our country. I built a small 12x14 room down in my basement and built shelf's to hold canned goods and other food and water.

I have stocked rice in 5 gallon buckets in mylar bags, beans, pasta, canned meats, hams, chicken etc. I did lots of research on how to do this properly. I have even "emergency" food to last myself and family about 4 years, I have also purchased special seeds to reproduce themselves in 45 different varieties.

I have purchased solar panels for my house and even portable ones to run lights, computer, freezer etc. I have covered all the bases even with guns and ammo for defensive purposes.

I have done research into the histories of disasters and I see patterns :1775, 1812, 1862, 1876, 1914, 1929, 1941 and now 2010 we seem over due to me.

Our economy feels like it's about to collapse. I have 5 friends who work in the financial industry and they each tell me our nation is and will fall apart....they say the government is putting on a dog and pony show to desperately save our country but we are bankrupt and will go into a depression like we have never seen before.

I am terribly worried this will happen, I find myself consumed with these thoughts

Is this rational thinking or am I just out there a little bit???

thanks.
Wondering in Ohio!
Jimbob, yes I have "those" radio in several different brands...lol!

The food (if not needed) will be rotated or donated as I go. The rice, beans, pasta in 5 gallon buckets with mylar bags and 02 absobers has a 40 year shelf life...maybe more.

thanks man

Do you ever not want to return to place because of good memories?

I was born in the south. My mother came to college out west, and met my father, and then they moved back to my mom's hometown, for several years. We moved back to their previous college town, in the southwest, when I was 7.
I have memories of the south. Of lightning bugs in the summer, drinking humidity and getting chiggers and poison ivy. I had three friends I'd had since birth. All three guys.
Because my grandparents live in that town, mom use to take us back every summer, for weeks. As I got older, we went back less and less. I've never been on a real vacation. I'm 20 years old, and the only place I've been on trip is the s. US.
Anyways, last time I was there, was fall 2009. I remember staying up til 2 am waiting for my boyfriend to text me, because of the time difference. I remember that pretty much everything I remember about my birthplace, including the building i was born in, are gone. It's a dying steel town. Filled with hundreds of my second and third cousins I don't remember. I remember the pretty trees, and wanting to leave it that way. Not come back, not ruin or stamp over the way I remember things being when I was little.
Now...my grandparents aren't doing good. My mother made plane tickets to drag me back there for 10 DAYS, leaving next week. My brain is still fried from university finals, and the last place I wanna go for my only trip is there.
I know how this goes...I will sit in that house, for the whole 10 days. Watchign tv, which is something I hate. NO wifi, and definitely no boyfriend any more--but i'll definitely have the painful slap of a memory of remembering the last tiem i was int hat room was when he was writing me.
As is typical of the south, we will eat the delicious but utterly fattening food we cannot get here. We will get chicken wings, which I LOVE--but probably only once. I will sit in my grandparents house, in the hot weather, and I wont be allowed to drive or walk anywhere, even though it's a tiny town. We'll probably drive by our old house.
My three friends (all of whom I'm friends with on facebook but not close with and havent talked to in like a year) are gone. Two will be back from college on break. Including the one who was my next door neighbor and closest friend. The cute one will be working on a internship, across the country.
I don't want to go. I don't want to go visit my 90 year old great aunt in the nursing home with dementia--I want to remember how she was, eating nilla wafers at her kitchen counter with her and laughing. I don't want to see my old house--i want to remember it how I left it. I dont want to hear from my 84 year old grandmother about my 25 year old cousin, who got into grad school on a full ride, or about her perfect SAT and college grades.
Do you ever not want to return to a place because of GOOD memories? Wanting to leave them untouched? Got any ideas of what I should do while I'm there? Should I contact the neighbor I use to run around with as a kid and see if we should hang out?
What do you do when there's nothing to do but ruin memories?

Can someone translate a fairly long story into French?

Ok this is a story about Minecraft for my french class.

I woke up somewhere. No, I appeared. I appeared out of nothing. Just me and the Earth. Maybe not even that.

I looked around. The first thing I did was break down a tree. I made a workbench. In the workbench I made tools; a shovel, a pickaxe, and an axe.

With my pickaxe I mined some stone from a mountain. This stone helped me create better tools.

I had a stone axe now so I went to chop down more trees. I ended up with a lot of lumber.

All this lumber meant I had shelter for the night. Speaking of night, the sun started to fall.

I built a very small house only big enough for one bed. It was too dark so I went outside to look for something to start a fire with.

I have seen plenty of animals in this place. Cows, pigs, chicken. But what I saw was something new. It looked like a walking cactus.

I didn't want to get hurt so I just went on my way for fire. The thing turned my way and followed me.

I ran and hopped all the way back to my wood house. Closed the door and looked outside. He put his face to the window.

I backed up but something happened. I heard a ssssss.... and then it exploded. I was okay but the front of my house was gone.

I jumped out of the wreckage and ran. I saw more creatures different than this green thing but just as deadly.

Giant spiders, skeletons, and zombies. They all chased me. I did not know where to go. I climbed a grassy mountain and was trapped.

I got out my shovel and dug straight down. I kept digging until I had lost them. This was a bad idea.

Now I did not know how to get out. I dug a little closet size space and fell asleep. When I woke I remembered the day before.

I started to dig straight forward as it was bright now and safe to come out. That was just my first day in this world.

Help naming my farm something original?

I need to come up with a name for my farm/farmette. Its only 14 acres, I keep horses, chickens and goats. The house is victorian and built in 1881 by George Hoover, there is a plaque on the front of the house with his name on it. I'm also along the Conowago creek. I have lots of locust trees, walnut trees and white willow trees on my property. I have a big red barn and red outbuildings. I have a stream that runs through my pasture, but I don't know if it has a name. The name of the road I live on is too ridiculous to name the farm after that, so I have to come up with something else, something cute and original.

Any ideas? Winner gets 10 points!

Advise, Falling out with Chief Bridesmaid (sister) last nite at wedding rehearsal?

Right im getting married next week, my older sister is chief bridesmaid, now let me give a little insight, she's a person who walks into a room and start commenting on everything in it the people in it and makes a mountain out of a mole hill, she's is over organised, and generally its her way or NO WAY, so we had some drinks and food back at my new house last night as part of mini house warming, about 20 people in the house and a bit of music in the background, i was sitting at the table talking to my friend, now i was leaning over and yes talking low into her ear cos telling her something private not bi*ching or anything just private, my sister was talking to my cousin when she turns to me and said "your very ignorant whispering" i was saying we're having a private conversation and its loud, She kept saying everyone can see you, i was like "ah no they cant they're all in groups having a chat the only only taking notice is you" she picked up her cup stormed from the table and was leaving, i went outside 5 mins later to say bye to my friend and seen my sister and said "by the way if i want to whisper in my own house its not business, you do want you want i'll do what i want" she called me some very nice names and i didnt hold back either, she stormed off in her car like a bat outta hell!!!
This girl would not let you say anything out of place in her house, you need an appointment to visit her cos she's such an important person and has to spend valuable time with her hubby and child and dont bother her basically, she acts like she's royalty, she thinks we're all beneath her and fires out cutting comments to everyone, this really was'nt about the whispering to me it was a case of all the snide remarks she's made in the last few weeks built up and this was my rehearsal and house warming and to me i saw it as how dare you come in here shouting the odd's saying oh i dont like your lights or i dont like this....i do let things go over my head but its only so much i'll take before i snap and dont think im stressed from the wedding cos im not one bit, the wedding was a joy to organise and im not nervous or running around like a headless chicken,everything is in place i just need to show up but she wants a time sheet for the morning and know exactly whats happening, i've it all taken care of but she's just getting worked up and she's not even the one getting married, please give me your opinion and some good advise