ROAR! That was the sound of a lion i am in my hometown in africa i want to go on vaction to the beautiful country of madagascar. I have not been on vacation in 10 years i have been working everyday and i have not had any time off so i asked my boss if i could have two weeks of and he said yes so i planned a vacation so that i could go and not have to worry about anything and relax. My plane leaves at 6:00 am tomorrow so i need to get a good night's rest because i have to get up at 3:00 am and it takes me two hours to get to the airport plus all the stopping so i will get there around 5:30.
Hey guys it is the next morning while i was sitting in the bed i just fell asleep and forgot about me writing in my journal. I am at the gas station right
I’ve decided that for my second journal entry I’m going to discuss how I feel about the
Growing up Haitian, it’s the cultural norm for the parents to depend on the oldest to care for the youngest and household needs. At the young age of eight years old, my parents taught me responsibility and how to humble myself. They depended on me while they both worked long hours, my mother as a Certified Nursing Assistant and my father as a truck driver. When my parents were growing up in Haiti, they were the lucky ones to have the opportunity of going to school to gain an education. Haiti is a poor country and poverty is at an all-time high still to this day. So my parents strived to live the American dream and moved from Haiti to Miami and planted within my brother and me the seed to dream big and make a difference. Thanks to my family
Can’t wait to read your essay!—ECHS.” Everything rushed back haphazardly. When I visited ECHS last week, they gave me a complimentary notebook and a pen. They must have written the note before they gave it to me, I thought. And my subconscious was trying to spur me to write the essay with a dream.
The day of my grandparents had told me they have been wanting to go to the Florida Keys and asked if I would like to join. So of course i wanted to go. Oh and when they told me i could bring a friend along i was jumping with happiness inside. They told me we would be going for a couple weeks and they had all expenses covered. So that day I started talking to Jamie and asking her when she would be back, because at that time she was in Florida visiting family. She had told me she would be back . So i asked her is she would like to join me and take a trip to the Keys with me. I could tell she was so excited when i asked her because she texted me back all in caps and said “CALL ME”. So i called her to let her know all of the details. So she ended up getting back .So when she got back from Florida we went to Walmart and bought a lot of
As my family and I walked into the plane, we were excited. The plane ride to jamaica stopped in L.A. and, after that, it went to jamaica. When we arrived in Jamaica it was really hot, but it was wet. I immediately took off my sweater I was wearing on the plane. We took a bus to our hotel. Then we started swimming in the water park. Every night there was a show in the main stage. The next day we woke up early to go to chukka. It was awesome. We saw a great house, rode on horses, and did a challenge course. After we came back from Chukka, we went to the water park and swimming pool at the hotel. Then we ate at fresh, which we went most of the time. The next day we woke up earlier to go to the dolphin cove. The bus was an hour late, but the wait
I was born in Port-Au Prince, Haiti in the summer of 1993. It was only my brother, mother and I living there in a big house in Haiti. My dad was already out the picture before I was even one. My mother and father never really got along after I was born so he left us. I don’t remember much about living in Haiti, I only heard stories of the reason why we left Haiti and moved to Miami,
Coming to Haiti I did not know what to expect. As soon as I stepped off the plane I was filled with mixed feelings on weather I would be able to appreciate and take in an environment that I have never stepped foot in. The air smelled different, the pace felt slower than America and the people appeared to have a communal camaraderie that I have never seen before. The sad part is, my mind was conditioned to expect Haiti to be a sloven third world country, however my time here has proven quite the opposite. I look forward to the adventures and experience awaiting to come.
I was born and lived in Haiti for eight years of my life. The poverty there is so high that it has been labeled the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere. That is where I grew up. People had homes, but they could often be blown away by strong winds. Our materials for building homes was of very poor quality and limited. We had so little money that I often saw kids and their families sleeping on the side of every street corner. I was one of the most fortunate kids. I remember sleeping on a dirt floor in my grandmother’s little hay house when I was around six years old. At least I had a home. I was put in an orphanage where I was later adopted and brought to the United States. Almost everyday, at the orphanage, the kids and I talked of how
I, Grand Leader Minus, have assumed absolute monarchy over a newly formed Island ten miles east of Madagascar. I have named it, “The Land of Greats”. The Land’s borders are defined by the surrounding ocean. Thus it has no land-based neighbors, as we are surrounded by ocean, however, we are relatively close to Madagascar, ten miles. This new geography, is adjacent to Madagascar at a size of 600 thousand square kilometers. On the west side, the side facing Madagascar, there is a cliff that inhibits any movement onto the whole west of the island. The Land of Greats has an abundance of vegetation, animals, and forestry. Most of the year it is hot and rainy which provides a climate great for the growth of fruit, which our Land thrives off of.
A couple nights later I wondered to myself. What would it feel like to die? I made sure that everyone was asleep I kissed everyone goodnight and I made sure I told them I loved them. I got out a paper and started writing.
The story of my history as a writer is a very long one. My writing has come full circle. I have changed very much throughout the years, both as I grew older and as I discovered more aspects of my own personality. The growth that I see when I look back is incredible, and it all seems to revolve around my emotions. I have always been a very emotional girl who feels things keenly. All of my truly memorable writing, looking back, has come from experiences that struck a chord with my developing self. This assignment has opened my eyes, despite my initial difficulty in writing it. When I was asked to write down my earliest memory of writing, at first I drew a blank. All of a sudden, it became very clear to me, probably because it had some childhood trauma associated with it.
Everything started a few years ago. It was a warm and beautiful night in Africa; the dark blue sky was full of stars… and those were the last things I remember before I woke up in a cold and wet floor. I do not know where I was, or why I my hands were tight behind my back.
I was fifteen when it all began; the laughing, taunting, teasing, the confusion. It wasn’t always like this. I used to be happy.
and heading home and last night there was a change of plans. I was just going to shower and go to bed but then I remember that I am going home tomorrow. So then I packed up almost all my stuff so I can go after I do what I am going to do today and that is I am just going to take a walk around the park. I also am planning on taking notes about what looks like and what the park has to offer. So I better start walking now because it is 8:00 a.m. and I want all the time I can get so I am not late for going home. Well now it is about 3 p.m. and I better start heading back because I don’t want to miss my private jet. Now that I am back I need to pack my notebook and my other pencil. I am going to use a trolley to get to my jet. Finally, I am on my jet and I got here just in time well now I got to
April to July 1994 marked the Rwandan genocide, a period of mass slaughter by the Hutu majority government of the Tutsi's and the moderate Hutu's. As it only happened recently, many of the current population have both first hand experiences of the conflict and experienced extensive sexual violence that came with it. Yet, despite this, Rwanda managed to achieve 'peace' with its political and economic turn around (Naftalin, 2011:22). Rwanda has not fallen into another inter-ethnic conflict and is one of the main countries that has a majority of women in the government (The Economist, 2017). Rebuilding a country after such an event requires both political strength and an effective way of dealing with the past.