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Influences that affect children and young children development in their environment
Influences that affect children and young children development in their environment
Influences that affect children and young children development in their environment
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For about a month when I was four or five years old my small mind was entirely obsessed with the microwave. This seemingly magical box where you insert an object and it came out steaming hot was fascinating to me. My mother never allowed me near the microwave. I would later find out that this restriction was for a reason. I was with my extended family at my grandma’s house on Thanksgiving, and I was bored out of my mind. We had just finished eating the Butterball turkey, and the conversation taking place at the dinner table offered far too little entertainment for my toddler-aged brain. I got out of my seat and noticed the small dish of candy my grandmother kept on her piano. I grabbed a few and went to town. After consuming a quarter dozen
I went out in the afternoon to do a few errands. In the middle of my errands I got hungry and was passing by my house so I stopped in to eat a snack. I had half of a giant chocolate chip cookie paired with some coconut
We were traveling thought all the beautiful places and cities in the country. During our vacation, one day we stopped at a restaurant in a small town. As we were eating, my 16-year-old cousin said to me hurry up, finish your meal and we’ll go play outside. I was a little boy just turned six years. I was excited to go play outside with my cousin, so I was the first one to finish with my meal.
When I first watched “An Unfinished Life”, I did not like it very much, but as I watched it several time in order to write my reflection paper, I resized it was great movie about forgiveness and family. I started to see the hidden means of the movie. I came to understand that some objects in the movie have significant meanings. However, when I read the novel, No One You Know, I thought the same way. Reading that novel taught me a new way to look at family, and relationships. Stories it selves are very different from each other but the lesson I learned from them were quite similar. As I was reading the book, during this term, I found no similarities between the movie and the novel, I never even thought of finding any similarities. However, when the opportunity arose to do this assignment, I started to think of a connection between my favorite movie and the book. I let myself go and wrote down everything that I thought was similar in the book and the novel. I was surprised to see how many similarities I came up with, in the theme of family and relationships. Therefore, I decided to compare the movie An Unfinished Life and the book, No One You Know that seemed quite different but shared some subtle themes and aspects with each other.
Darkness is a relentless force that will gradually deteriorate everything it touches unless stopped by a superior power. Darkness cannot mask light, but light can mask darkness by the power of love and grace. Elizabeth Proctor from The Crucible by Arthur Miller is hidden in the darkness by her unwillingness to forgive her husband, John Proctor for lechery. As the Puritans in Salem, Massachusetts are hanged for being falsely accused of witchcraft, Elizabeth discovers grace. In “Arthur Miller’s Introduction to His Collected Plays,” Miller explains, “the sin of public terror divests man of conscience, of himself” (51). The widespread paranoia in Salem leads Puritans to disregard their moral beliefs in order to save their lives. However, Elizabeth
By the time I’d gotten to Latria’s, I’d already told her about picking up my bangles from mom’s house, Jason and the fake flyer, Trent and his late night conversation with Diamond, and Boogie coming on to me. After hearing about all of those things that I’d encountered in less than a 24-hour time frame, Latria already had our drinks poured when I arrived. I hadn’t been over to her place for a while, and I noticed that she’d painted the kitchen a sage color and hung new curtains. I kicked my shoes off at the front door and went to sit on my favorite couch.
It’s amazing how a horrific and negative life changing event can encourage and guide you in the path of your future. The end result may not be visible when it first takes place, but the process of a recovery can be extremely educational. You see, I was provided the opportunity of job shadowing firsthand the fields of athletic training and physical therapy due to a knee injury. I believe the majority of people would consider a severely damaged knee a dramatic setback in life. I was able to find the silver lining during the recovery.
In Jodi Picoult’s The Storyteller, Sage Singer found herself having to make a difficult decision after she meets the town’s favorite elderly, seemingly innocent citizen, Josef Weber. Much to her dismay, Josef reveals to Sage that he was a member of the German S.S. during World War Two and worked at the Nazi death camp Auschwitz where he oversaw the murders of countless Jews. To make matters worse, Sage’s family is Jewish, and her Grandmother Minka was a Jew that survived the Holocaust and was also at Auschwitz during the war. Josef’s request to Sage was that she help kill him because “It’s what [he] deserves” (Picoult, 47). Sage is torn because she wants to see him dead, but she knows that if she follows through with his request, she will have stooped down to his level.
pictures on the mac in computer class. It was not to exciting, it was school work. In sixth grade
On that fateful day in March, I was a couple months shy of my third birthday. My family and I lived in New Mexico at the time and were renting a house with an outdoor in-ground pool. The day was beautiful. I was outside with my oldest sister Rachel and my father. Rachel was diligently reading curled up on a bench that sat against the house, and my father was mowing the backyard. My mother and my other sister were in the house. Off to one side of the house there was a group of large bushes. I was playing over there with one of her large cooking pots, off in my own little world. At one point while amusing and en...
All my life ,I’ve always wanted to be someone in life who can actually make a difference to this world in a positive way. Ever since I was a little girl I pushed myself to always best I can be just . I lived in a town outside Los Angeles, California , it was called Van Nuys,California.The elementary school (Kittridge Elementary) I had went to was in a low income area, mainly spanish community had lived in the area I was living in at the time .I had a lot of friends (mainly mexicans) I focused a lot on being on time for school , staying on task in class, and finishing my homework. At such a young age I had felt such ambition and was doing very good for myself. At the age of 10 was when reality start to really hit me , even though I was very young I started to see things differently.
One memory that comes to mind belongs to a day of no particular importance. It was late in the fall in Merced, California on the playground of my old elementary school; an overcast day with the wind blowing strong. I stood on the blacktop, pulling my hoodie over my ears. The wind was causing miniature tornados; we called them “dirt devils”, to swarm around me. I stood there, watching the leaves kick up and then settle. My friends called me over to the wooden playground surrounded by a sea of mulch chips. The bridge squeaked furiously under our weight. An unannounced game of tag started and we found ourselves weaving in and out of the wooden fortress and the trees that surrounded it. My shoe became untied and I took a time out to tie it with a method that no one uses here. We heard an adult voice; it was time to go in. We lined up single file, supposedly in alphabetical order but no one ever does. I liked that, I never liked being in the back. While waiting for everyone to line up, I looked up at the trees that line the walkway.
After countless hours of uncomfortable naps and tasteless meals between flights, we finally arrived at the unfamiliar land of America. Leaving all our dear friends and families behind, I was told that we came here in hope of a better future, my future specifically. I was never really socially active and at the time, English was a whole new concept that I have yet to understand. The inability to communicate with other makes it even harder for me to express myself and it mold my personality to become more antisocial than I ever was. There’s always this uneasy feeling that linger when someone talk to me and I cannot give them a response and it’s even harder to say something because I was afraid of making a mistake and make a fool out of myself.
There is a point in everyone’s life when they step back and realize “I can’t do this anymore, it’s ruining my life”. Many of my friends have started smoking cigarettes while drinking at a very young age, and continue to use this drug currently and don’t realize the affect it has on their future. While I have been smart enough to avoid smoking, I haven’t been as wise at making decisions when it comes to drinking. The amount of partying I’ve done in college has taken over my life, and has had a huge impact on my grades. Changing my drinking habits and continuing to avoid cigarettes will enable me to be the best I can be for the rest of my college experience.
Interesting things were not strange to me when I was young. I still remember when I in primary school, I always thought about the difference between boys and girls. The most interesting matter was that why boys and girls went to different restrooms, and what was the difference of the 'equipment' inside restrooms. This question was always running around in my brain. Once I asked my father about it, but it might because my father grew up in a traditional Chinese family in which no one could talk about sex, his answer was " you will know when you get older!" which made me frustrated. Because I was extremely interested in this matter, so once I decided to switch the male-restroom card and the female-restroom card to see what would happen. The consequence was that no one knew how to use the 'equipment' in the switched restrooms. Finally, my class teacher who blamed me for tricking classmates told me about the differences between boys and girls.
Has someone that is a close relative or friend ever been taken away and never to return? The only way you can see or speak with them is by looking at a tomb stone. This is one of the most painful experiences any human being will go through. Most people do not even realize the forgiving and not coping with the pain is a key step in healing and letting go. But if one fails to do so they will be bitter, angry and cold heart for the rest of their life.