1287 words - 5 pages slept under the stars and never knew what it would be like to live under a roof. She cried many tears of joy to have these people do such a miracle for her and her four children. No matter what this women I have heard of never complained or wished for something else. Gratitude was always shown from her and was never mistaken. Because of her children she had that hope because she knew that they were everything.
Family has always had a big impact on me my whole life. Surprisingly I’m middle child of eight children; three older sisters, and three younger sisters and one little brother. They mean the world to me including my parents. We are quite the crazy group but we’ve all shared thebestVIEW DOCUMENT
1446 words - 6 pagesThe Worst DayofMyLife
It was the worst dayofmylife. I really had no attention of getting caught but unfortunately it was one ofmy unlucky days.
The morning of July 16th was sunny and clear in New Delhi, the sun was glowing on his full height; the school ground was full of grade seven kids running around and playing soccer. Me and my other grade eight friends were there too sitting by the soccer ground on a shiny green grass and enjoying the hot sunny dayof July 16th.
“You know we are suppose to be in English class right now”, said the guy with the blond hair name Sunil.
He was one ofthe boys who like to stay out of troubles because of his cruel parents whoVIEW DOCUMENT
815 words - 3 pages how much she had fun at the club. After going home and going to sleep I woke up around 10:45 pm and received a phone call saying she was dead. I couldn’t believe it I started to panic and cry. I knew I didn’t have her mom number but I forgot she called her when her phone went dead. I called her mom and they said it was true I was devasted. That was mybest friend and she was all I had. This was worst dayofmylife.
845 words - 3 pages, because I have so many others to tell," I explained to my grandparents. So I gave my grandfather and my grandmother a kiss on the cheek and headed out the door.I stepped out ofthe warm house into the darkness and the chill ofthe night. The evening breeze hit my small body, sending shivers up my back. I instantaneously missed the warm feeling ofthe house, heated by the blazing kitchen stove. I hurried down the hill toward the warmth ofmy own house. As I walked the short distance, my eyes rested on the branches ofthe many evergreen trees along the path. My mind focused on my proposal, and mylife to come with my fiancee.A smile formed on my face again, and the skip returned to my step. Opening the door to my house the bright cheery light hit my face, I gleefully walked over to the phone and picked up the receiver and dialed. Waiting for the other end ofthe phone to be answered, myday ended just as it began, on the phone.VIEW DOCUMENT
1020 words - 4 pagesthe ground. I can't stop, it keeps on coming until my stomach hurts and I can't breathe. The plague of bugs are still on me, ruining mylife. I try to stand but suddenly my legs give way, I come crashing down and my head collides with something hard and sharp. I don't even try to fight the darkness, I just let it take over my body.Voices. Lots of voices, crying, yelling. I try to understand what they are saying but it is a jumbled mess, incomprehensible to me. I drift back into the shadows ofmy mind.I'm lying on something soft. I open my heavy eyelids to see where I am. Immediately light blasts in, blinding me, returning me to reality. I listen to the sounds around me. AVIEW DOCUMENT
538 words - 2 pagesAround six years ago I remember my parents encouraging me to play ice hockey. It was my first time on the ice and I had a bit of trouble getting started, but as I played more I began to love the sport and I just couldn't get enough of it, now it has become a significant part ofmylife. In this essay I will reflect upon a very important and exciting ice-hockey game that took place a while ago, and in which I took part.Every single chair in the arena had been filled. From the changing-room it was difficult to describe the noise; fans cheering wildly for their team, coaches drilling the game-plan into our headsVIEW DOCUMENT
834 words - 3 pagesHello friends, it's almost two months I haven't posted a single content as got a bit busy in my clients and on my niche sites. Today's post is about my personal experience what I faced even after I was having my Backup all I can say is a matter of luck. So we are not going to discuss how to take a backup of your site, it's just about how important is to have a backup so that you are ready for any disaster.
www.techelev.com was my first blog, and everybody knows the feeling of first love. Still it was not one ofthebest site, but I learned from it a lot. Copying content from eBooks and searching on Google, have that article been used before and if not I use to publish it on my site. AVIEW DOCUMENT
985 words - 4 pages his eye lids would flutter.Through out theday I observed my child in a way that I never really have before. I saw life through my son's eyes and realized that children pay more attention to detail. Children take their time doing things like playing with their toys and even stopping for a moment to pet a loyal friend. Having lived this experience in one day, I want to live it every day and will not take for granted the things that I haveVIEW DOCUMENT
779 words - 3 pages II teacher. All mylife, I wanted to go to college and major in math, so I could teach in high school. When I told her ofmy ambitions, she immediately told me to seek another career, because teaching did not pay much money. She told me that if I wanted to make a decent living that I better put that math background in the Accounting field. Off to college I go, ready to major in Accounting because she said so. I did major in Accounting and worked in that field for 12 years in that field. One day I decided that I was exhausted with that field and wanted a change. Guess what that change was. You got it, right back to my original dream.
Let’s see if we can sum up this motivationalVIEW DOCUMENT
597 words - 2 pagesThe Worst DayofMyLife...With Sprinkles on TopEven though it is the correct texture, believe me when I say that caramel sauce makes a terrible hair gel! The time I spent working at my uncle's ice cream stand was the worst six hours ofmylife. If I had had any idea how work would effect my sanity, I would have kept my mouth shut and never asked for a carWorking part-time to pay half the car's cost, and letting my parents cover the remainder, seemed like a splendid compromise. My job seemed easy. I had to stand behind the counter, greet customers and scoop cones.I wanted to look professional forVIEW DOCUMENT
1683 words - 7 pagesI am a stay-at-home mom. When I used to hear the words stay-at-home mom, I would picture; a mom eating bon-bons, lounging on the sofa watching soap shows all day. This is a common stereotype for stay-at-home moms, who have choose to let their careers go out the window to stay home with the children; however, I have chosen to be a stay-at-home mom while being a full time college student, as well as being a full time mom. In order to dispel some ofthe stereotypes of a stay-at-home mom, allow me to share a typical day in mylife as a stay-at-home mom ofmy nine month old daughter. Myday usually starts at seven in the morning. If my daughter has not woken up yet, I usually get up to do aVIEW DOCUMENT
3454 words - 14 pagesA Day in MyLife
It's 7am and once again the annoying repetitive sound ofthe alarm on
my phone rings again. As I still have my eyes closed, I feel around
the floor for my phone to stop the alarm. After ten seconds I find the
cancel button, the alarm is still ringing in my ears. Eventually I
open my eyes to find nothing but darkness. I feel as dead as Kurt
Cobain. I stumble to the door and pull down the cold handle. As I open
the door, I hear the sound ofthe T.V downstairs. I sit on the top
step ofthe steep stairs knowing if I were to try and walk I would
most probably fall.
When I reach the bottom I see my Dad lying on the sofa looking
728 words - 3 pagesEveryone has a favorite day, my favorite day happens to be at the end ofthe week. Monday to Saturday I work to what seem to be never ending shifts and go to school. Working all day just go to school at night. The week consist of hard work and hours of studying. When Sunday comes along all of that changes. Sundays are my favorite dayofthe week. Early in the morning I wake up cold, feeling my partners warm body across the bed. I snuggle up to him for warmth. The movement ofmy body awakens him. He smiles, he has such a wonderful smile that seems to be brighter then the sun to me. Just like any normal teenage boy would do early in the morning he falls back to sleep. I lay snuggled up to himVIEW DOCUMENT
536 words - 2 pagesA Day in theLifeof Christopher ColumbusLogbook ofthe Santa MariaCaptain's Entry August 3, 1492I cannot believe it! After being turned down repeatedly by King John II of Portugal, the Spanish monarchs, and the King of England, my hard work and persistence has finally paid off. King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella of Spain have agreed to finance my expedition after I spent eight years trying to convince someone that it is possible to find a direct sea route to the Far East by sailing west. I do not know if King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella agreed because their recent victory inVIEW DOCUMENT
1400 words - 6 pages formation ofmy realistic expectations and ideals. I don't feel that I have compromised my goals for the ideal life to meet reality, rather I have come to see that the flawed life is the perfect life. This belief causes paradoxes: the perfect life is undesirable, therefore it was not perfect; the flawed life is the perfect life. Perhaps these paradoxes are merely a matter of terminology; perhaps in differentiating between thebestlife and the ideal life, and clearly defining both, the paradox can be resolved. I, however, am happy with my current understanding and where it leads me and so will not attempt to unravel this enigma. Although I do not want the perfect life, I have not lowered myVIEW DOCUMENT
1473 words - 6 pagesbest leadership example, this project management experience remains an incredible opportunity to recognize my limitations as a leader and still encourages me to become more visible, flexible, and supportive to my colleagues.
It wasn't enough just to be inspired by an idea. Timing and audience can sometimes mean everything. My TRT supervisor singularly declined my request and suggested the use of another technology. A broader audience presented itself in the fall of 2007 when I was elected to the TRT advisory committee and was able to present my idea once again. The advisory committee, composed of both elementary and secondary TRTs, staff development trainers, the instructionalVIEW DOCUMENT
855 words - 3 pagesThis explains the beginning ofmylife all the way to the end ofmylife. Mylife from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.
I was born at Kaiser Hospital during the year 1996. The first place I lived was on the street Via Harriet and was right next to a train. It was always noisy when the train passed by because it shook the house and scared all the animals. It wasn’t thebest place to live, but weVIEW DOCUMENT
677 words - 3 pagesMy story doesn’t start in the hospital with a the radio playing as I am first brought into this world; neither is it a story of a modern day Mozart. It is a story that starts in an elementary school in a city in the small state of Connecticut. It is a story of music becoming the boat on the ocean, the essential part of myself, which without I would drown in the stormy waters oflife.
In everyone’s house there is one thing that goes untouched and obsolete, yet it cannot be moved for that would be a change to the “norm”. In my case, this is the CD rack. Rows of CDs, psychedelic Santana box sets, the pure White Album, each a fascinating distraction to the routine oflife. One though aboveVIEW DOCUMENT
613 words - 2 pagesThere she stands, five feet and four inches tall, attending the University of Massachusetts Lowell. Never did she imagine that time could pass as quickly as it did. She remembers graduating from the Hellenic American Academy as a sixth grader as if it was yesterday. She visualizes the photograph taken with her friend and her best friend, noticing her shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes in her white dress and cap. Then, just two years later, the same girl graduates from Ste Jeanne d’Arc School. She wore only one glove with her gold cap and gown because she wore a blue cast on her other hand. A few weeks before her graduation she fractured her wrist during a Lowell travel soccer gameVIEW DOCUMENT
1099 words - 4 pagesA Day in theLifeof- Personal Narrative
Being shaken awake by my mum I turn over annoyed, thrown my pillow
over my head and groan in miserable agony at the thought of having
another early morning. That dreaded feeling, the kind that makes you
feel like your heart’s in the pit of your stomach, overcomes me as I
know that at any moment my mum is going to put on the light, open the
curtains and threaten me with a jug of cold water or being dragged by
my feet out of bed, and promptly down the very bumpy staircase. I
begrudgingly pull myself off the bed and half walk, half fall into my
bathroom. Even with all my misery it gets ten times worse with theVIEW DOCUMENT
1247 words - 5 pagesThis assignment is based on Alexander Solzhenitsyn’s One Day in theLifeof Ivan Denisovich. Through a creative approach, I will be demonstrating some ofthe aspects of Solzhenistsyn’s text. I will be inserting a scene in which Shukhov, the protagonist, is sitting outside, adjusting his boots. This text is full of a plethora of literary techniques and symbols but the aim ofmy piece is to specifically demonstrate the stylistic feature of time, two ofthe three narrative styles and certain symbols via the above scenario.
First published in 1962, this work depicts Stalin’s forced-work camps through labour-camp inmate Ivan Denisovich, Shukhov, and his struggle to maintain his dignity inVIEW DOCUMENT
1010 words - 4 pages quit. When confronted with questions as to why he no longer wanted to partake in speech therapy Bauby communicated that he felt the system was to slow, his therapist was moving to fast and the system wasn’t working. In his efforts to discontinue learning Partner-assisted scanning or listener-assisted scanning, Bsuby communicated to his therapist in their next session “I want to die.” Fed up with his negative attitude his speech therapist scolded him and convinced him that there are a lot of people who care about him and that life is worth living. With these words of encouragement Bauby took a new outlook on life stating "I decided to stop pitying myself. Other than my eye, two things aren’tVIEW DOCUMENT
613 words - 2 pages attractions were anactual television, a real life dog, and a basketball. The mainattraction was a real life human whom they had kept in captivityfor three months.After a fun-filled day at the festival Knob and Door decidedto go home. Only Door did not have a home. His home was thestreets. Realizing this, Knob contemplated on letting Door livewith him in his teepee. Finally, after many hours of deep thoughtand concernment he decided to ask Door to live with him. Door,surprised by the offer, joyfully accepted it. And they lived happilyever after.I hope you have enjoyed reading this imaginative and creative shortstory because I have really enjoyed writing it. Just another day inthelifeof a gnome.VIEW DOCUMENT
845 words - 3 pages hell.' Theday dragged on in the same fashion. Doing more cocaine and never having enough.This all happened about three years ago, when I was in the middle ofmy drug addiction. This day, like many others, was spent with my boyfriend Doug. I have been clean two years now. I thank the Lord above for changing mylife and taking away the control the drugs have over mylife. I look back today thinking how could anyone live this type oflife.VIEW DOCUMENT
744 words - 3 pagesthe Daily Mail. I was expecting their call sooner or later."Mr Reed! Is it true you downed 104 pints of beer on a 2 day session before marrying your wife?" H onestly, reporters regard the most insignificant things as "best headline ofthe year'."No. It's not, and in any case that was about fifteen years ago so no one will want to know," I reply, slamming the phone down.I accidentally let that secret slip after a few too many at the Frog and Toad last night. But as I always say "What's the point in staying sober? I like the effect drink has on me' (even if it has got me into trouble more than a few times.) T aking a few swigs from the glass of wine in my handVIEW DOCUMENT
1146 words - 5 pages"Witty, wryly humorous and fast-paced, "TheLife and Crimes of Harry Lavender" is a thriller with a twist which brilliantly evokes the sleaze below the surface ofthe city's glittering façade". Is this what the novel is about?Marele Day's novel, "TheLife and Crimes of Harry Lavender" explores a large scope of issues related toVIEW DOCUMENT
1398 words - 6 pages Russia, has a lowest ever temperature of –44ºC, and an average of 104 days a year above 0ºC and a yearly average of 261 days below 0 ºC. It is the second coldest continent in the world only behind Antarctica, it snows on average 111 days ofthe year. It is dark, gloomy, freezing and miserable in the winter, and in the summer, cold, dark, and gloomy. Camps for political prisoners seemed even colder, especially with no real heating and limited clothes to wear on these wintriness days.
The camp which was the bases of Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn’s novel A Day In TheLifeOf Ivan Denisovich was initiated by Stalin, leader ofthe Soviet Union from 1953 until 1956. Stalin, which means “man of steelVIEW DOCUMENT
958 words - 4 pagesMyday started out just like any other with the exception of going to see my bother in law. I commenced to make my way to his precinct in Inglewood. He works for the Narcotics Division as a detective. He has been doing this for 5 years and has slowly worked his way up the ladder of success. He was gracious enough for letting me tag along for theday to see how he works. "Not every day is the same, each day brings a new adventure," he stated. Luckily for me today he was not going to be going on any big bust or raid. I was to spend myday watching and listening tohim inside a federal building. He is on the hunt for a major player for a gang called the Crenshaw Bloods Gangster MafiaVIEW DOCUMENT
1552 words - 6 pagesA Day in theLife
Sharp, jagged pain rips through my head like a bolt of lightning. I sit up suddenly and clutch my head in agony. An incorporeal thumbtack pierces my eye from behind, sending malevolent flames of hate up and down my body. I fling my head left and right, up and down, back and forth, like a fish fighting it's fate at the hands ofthe fisherman... then everything is still once more. I wipe sweat from my brow and bring the glistening hand to my weary eyes. I am not surprised to see wet clumps of hair clinging to my fingers. I must have yanked them out while writhing again.
This is how every morning starts.
My midsection snarls at me, but I don't dare consume anything. ItVIEW DOCUMENT
898 words - 4 pages only said one thing, “I told you not to leave the yard.” I’ve never been good at following instructions.
My dad is constantly taking chances based on what he thinks God is telling him. We had lived in Grand Rapids for a full decade, until one day he just decided we should move to Charlotte. I loved Grand Rapids. That’s where mybest friend Ben lived, where I was born, and the only place I ever knew. When my dad broke the news it took me by surprise. I have always been afraid of change and something that drastic can take a large toll on a child. Everything went by in a matter of weeks that I can only remember bits and pieces of. First, being tackled by three ofmybest friendsVIEW DOCUMENT
923 words - 4 pagesday in sixth grade. My grandfather was busy preparing dinner in anticipation ofmy
grandmother coming home from work. Soon my real mom came by to “have a serious
discussion” about something. I had no idea that this “something” would be one ofthe
hardest decisions I would ever have to make in mylife. My real mom had just gotten a
new apartment that had enough bedrooms that I could live there. It had never crossed my
mind that moving in with her was the question with which she was going to confront me.
Soon the topic came out when Mom said, “Sade, how would you like to come and live
with me from now on?” This remark was the beginning of one ofthe hardest times in myVIEW DOCUMENT
1000 words - 4 pagesday in thelifeof a dance major and how many dancers actually get jobs after college and are able to make a career dancing.
Part Two: TheDay in thelifeof a Dancer
To begin my research I looked up my dream college, New York University. NYU would be an honor to attend as a dance major seeing that being accepted is extremely hard, and only very few dancers are selected every year to attend. I searched for the University online and discovered many helpful things that could help me in the future when I start preparing for auditions. I learned that there are two ways in which one can major; as a student ofthe University or as a student within a department of specialization or major. What thisVIEW DOCUMENT
2689 words - 11 pages arms, but at that time I had no other choice but to cut hair and move on. Being a hair stylist was good till a certain point in mylife but now, I know that I have many new choices I don't have stand on my feet all day. When I can sit and make my money in a different manner. I also don't have to kiss up to the customer so they can leave a couple of bucks extra. Mylife has chance because in many new ways. I have found a new man in mylife who takes care of me by giving me that support that I need as a woman. The love that I always been looking for because I deserved it. An now more that ever I can see clear what I want. I also think that when I am fifty I will begun to travel around theVIEW DOCUMENT
1866 words - 7 pages-discipline, constant research for legislative changes, peer support and consultation, time management, tenacity, and patience. The encounter with Lea impressed the importance to surround myself with colleagues that are enthusiastic about learning and continuing education opportunities, to hire assistance for time-consuming administrative task, and adequately assess a proper caseload that will sustain my counseling practice and without avoid counselor burn out (L. Keylon, personal communication, March 26, 2010).
A Day in theLifeof a Mental Health Counselor
I spent theday with Lea Keylon, sole owner of Keylon Counseling & Consulting in Arlington Washington (L. Keylon, personalVIEW DOCUMENT
671 words - 3 pagesDay in theLife: IntelBy Faustina Li, MBA1Published: Monday, April 7, 2003I had high hopes on my visit at Intel - As a senior auditor focusing on hi-tech before business school, I was excited to experience thelife in a hi-tech leader as an insider. TheDay In theLife visit exceeded my high expectations in many ways.After the matching process, I was the only student selected to visit Intel although there were 4 open slots available. Mr. Larry Walz, Director of Global Employee Services, was the UMBS alumnus that organized the visit. The original DITL was set at VIEW DOCUMENT
2687 words - 11 pages easier than others.
The novel One Day in theLifeof Ivan Denisovich is obviously intentionally not written as a sensational story. It concentrates on one man, Ivan Denisovich Shukhov, as he attempts to survive another day in a Soviet concentration camp with dignity and humanity. One would think that since it was written during a time of turmoil and oppression it would be a political indictment, however I found it to be more than that. Its power derives from its depiction of a man retaining his humanity under inhumane conditions. All through this novel, the theme of human survival is present. My definition of survival is successfully making it through a certain circumstanceVIEW DOCUMENT
1311 words - 5 pagesTheLifeofmy Dog Precious
Within the animal kingdom, few animals have the characteristics to co exist with humans. Dogs, however, are the exception. For centuries dogs have been known as man’s best friend. Throughout the test of time dogs have proven to be the most loyal and the truest friends. “Dogs are not just our proverbial best friends in the animal world but probably our oldest” (Phillips 12). With this in mind I understand the reason that my dog Precious is my most treasured and loyal friend.
On December 24, 1993 I opened my mom’s purse to get some Tylenol and out popped a little puppy. Its fur was soft and blonde, she had freckles on her nose, and she hadVIEW DOCUMENT
1088 words - 4 pages experience, to feel, to learn, to think, to do anything that I put my mind to. Life is the most wonderful gift of all.No good book or movie is so without some intrigue, suspense or passion, good and bad guys, and such as so, no life is without problems and downturns. What makes life interesting is learning; learning from your mistakes and finding the courage to overcome any obstacle, learning to enjoy every single dayof our lives to the fullest and to share this joy with everybody; learning to be a better person so you can leave a better place for your children and their children.All these experiences make each one of us who we are; learn from them and make thebest out of your time here.Live and learnVIEW DOCUMENT
762 words - 3 pagesThe Hardship ofMyLife- Personal Narrative
As I was on the PJC bus to an out of town game, I had some free time to think. Lately, I have had in the back ofmy mind several troubling areas, so I know that this moment was the time to take care of these situations. If I could overcome certain problems, I would be more successful in the future.
First, I have to get over the sudden death ofmy father. Theday I found out my father was killed in an accident while he was on his job, I felt as if mylife was over. I was devastated for weeks after hie funeral, but finally I was able to take control ofmy emotions. By using the defense mechanism apathy, I was able to overcome my intense griefVIEW DOCUMENT
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I begin to look for another job. At this time I begin to work for a Viennese guy. He was a nice guy but he wanted me to work day and night. I met my trier d husband. I thought he was the man ofmylife. But later on we got divorce the same problem. Men was just not meant for me. Every thing was going well until he begun to cheat. We had just bough our first homer it was in a nice neighbor hood. We also had just bought our new car together. His small painting business was booming. Finally I had to let go I was not happy I was mi sable. Eleven years ofmylife wasted. For six years I have been divorce now, mylife has change. At first I did know what to do when I got divorceVIEW DOCUMENT
1252 words - 5 pagesIt was one ofthe sweetest memories ofmylife. To begin with, a perfect day was dusking in my new compound. Biking alone, I sighed of boredom and pedaled without energy. Suddenly, a puppy came scuttling out ofthe bushes. His ginger ale colored fur was like a coat, gleaming under the warm sunlight, the fur on his chest were white. Moving closer, I could see that he was focusing on me with his big eyes that were the color of caramel. He had white eyebrows, and looked as if he was wearing thick eyeliner. The two floppy ears were shaped like triangles that were upside down. He was absolutely adorable. I hopped off my bike and wandered a little bit closer. I could sense from his eyes, he wasVIEW DOCUMENT
667 words - 3 pagesIt all started thirteen days ago, the craziest two weeks ofmylife. I was on the phone with a friend who just got done saying, "what a boring day this is." I said" things haven't been this bad since I moved to Pittsburgh." Just as I was done saying that I saw a bright light in the alley. When I looked outside my car was in my driveway in a ball of flames. "I've got to go," is all I said before hanging up on my friend and calling 911. "911," said the receptionist in a slow patient manner. I said, "My car is on fire and I need the fire department quick." "I need your name and address," said the woman still in a slow fashion coming from theVIEW DOCUMENT
1285 words - 5 pagesThe Five Best Characteristics ofMy Teachers:
1. Demonstrates Positive Attitude/Behavior: An example would be my first grade teacher. She always presented herself respectfully. She set a good example for all of her students and it influenced them to do the same.
2. Interesting Class/Material: My high school history teacher always kept things interesting. He never did the same thing every day and he rarely lectured us. One day he may have started a discussion and the next day he may have used media to give a more detailed description ofthe topic that we discussed theday before.
3. Sets High Expectations: My high school AP English teacher is a good example for this characteristicVIEW DOCUMENT
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It was a warm morning in October when I faced for the first time in mylife how painful it would be being a shy person. There I was, nine years old, inside the classroom, right after my classmates and I had read a tale named “Malagueta Pepper John”. It featured the story of a kid who instantly blushed every time he was going through an embarrassing situation in his miserable life. The problem was that, on that morning, I had just gone through a kind of shameful experience too. Don't ask me what it was; I just know that minutes after it happened, a fellow student started calling me “Malagueta Pepper John” and everyone in that entire room of stone-hearted children followed his lead.
665 words - 3 pages high-school, and he nodoubt was my first love... but I guess, I banked on thehope that my heart would eventually let him go. It hasn't,though. I mean, sure... I don't cry every day any more,and live a decently productive life, but I have done itfinally... not because I ever forgot Jim or because myfeelings ever grew weaker... but instead, because I haveresigned myself to never being able to let go. As if Ihave had my right arm taken from me... of course I wish itwere still there, but that is a wish that just wonthappenVIEW DOCUMENT
948 words - 4 pages today. Even though we talk every day, we are both making new friends and changing our lives one day at a time. I know that I can call her anytime and she will be there for me.
To this day, Brittany is mybest friend in the entire world. She is always there for me no matter what the reason may be. If it weren’t for Brittany, I don’t even know where I would be today. It is important that everyone has someone who they can trust and count on in life. Brittany is mybest friend who has molded me into the person I am today.
848 words - 3 pagesAtop the mountainside, my sharp eyes could see everything: every ripple in the tall grass below: a signal that a small rodent was dashing through the grass. I could clearly see the small creases of rough bark on a tree trunk half a mile away. Fifty feet below, I could make out the smallest ant climbing through the dirt.
I felt the rush of wind through the cliffs; a tall overhang protected us from harsh winds and rain. My mate rose slowly, his eyes blinking softly. I greeted him with a few short clicks, which he then returned.
The fledglings were the next to wake. Already, they were peeping. Hungry. As the female, I was the one to hunt. I told my mate this in another series of short clicksVIEW DOCUMENT
614 words - 2 pages"THE CHILD OF IDEAL" Many people have often been asked what they thought their ideal mate should be like. The answer to this question for most is the typical "model" prototype. In the research article "Hong Kong Chinese Parents? Perceptions ofthe Ideal Child", a study was done regarding parents? ideas of what their "ideal" child would be like. This is a very important topic in that "research findings indicate that parent?s attitudes, expectations, and encouragement influence children?s academic performance and competence in school." This means that what our children do in life could be the results ofVIEW DOCUMENT
980 words - 4 pages are happening and nothing is accidental. Every cloud has a silver lining – I couldn’t understand this idiom till then. I thought the bad thing can’t be good. I thought bad and good are two completely different things. But they aren’t. Maybe sometimes something bad should happen, because that’s the way it is. But we shouldn’t be upset about it – contrariwise. I believe that in life there is fate and it is determined for everyone. On this day it chose to rescue us, to let us live in this world in its own way. We can’t complain. We can’t refuse it. This event changed my thinking about life in general and made me feel blessed for it. It was like a lesson from life, which made me from “rather pessimist” to a complete optimist. I think that now this is one ofmybest qualities and it helps me in very hard situations. Because when we undergo some kind of disappointments, they shouldn’t ruin us, contrariwise – they should make us stronger.
1050 words - 4 pages that he is not a mortal being and finally grows up. I feel that when a kid learns right from wrong and what death is they have then started to grow up.
Another aspect ofthe story that has some comparison to my own life is Enkidu as a friend to Gilgamesh. I, as all kids do, had a best friend in elementary school, and in the third grade he moved away. I have never seen him since nor will I probably ever see him again. My friend did not die like Enkidu, but he did go away. As a nine year old this was something I had never dealt with before. Looking back upon the situation I learned a great deal from my friend leaving. I learned how to say goodbye to someone forever and that I might notVIEW DOCUMENT