My Life Portrait - Original Writing
…..War was severe. We had no food for more than a day. It was very
dark. I had a little brother who was eight years old. The only thing I
could hear was bombs and sounds of aircrafts. We were told not to go
out of the bunker. After another day the sounds of bomb died out. My
mother told me to stay inside the bunker and she went outside to see
whether the coast was clear. She came back and told us to come out of
the bunker. When we went out, as we have never seen light for two
days, we had to close our eyes. We had a little food left in our
house. It was covered with fungus. As we were so hungry we ate all the
food dividing it to ourselves. When the fight is over and if it’s calm
outside my mother used to tell me stories about how the war began and
many more stories. I was the first son and I just had one brother.
When the war began there was a law set out that at least one in a
family must join the army. We were so afraid because our father was
the only one in our family, so they came to our house and took my dad
with them. I have never seen my dad for seven years. Sometimes when my
mother used to tell stories, tears drop off her eyes; when I see that
I used cry loud.
After we ate our food my mother started to tell a story she started:
About six years ago when you were little, I left both of you with my
mum and I went to register my name, as I do every year. When you were
small you used to crawl out the home. I bought you a toy knife. You go
out the home and dig the ground. After I finished registering the army
took hold of me and told me that the enemies have rounded up. So they
told me not to go anywhere.
The soldiers lacked basic necessities such as clothing and food. In Document B it Dr. Albigence Waldo states, "There comes a Soldier, his bare feet are seen thro' his worn out Shoes, his legs nearly naked from the tatter'd remains of an only pair of stocks". In other words, these soldiers clothing were very worn out due to being used so often and were not provided with brand new attire. Since there were many mouths to feed, food became scarce, which left many soldiers starving. Around the camp soldiers cry
We have had to deal with, “poor food- hard lodging- cold weather- fatigue, “(Document B). In this diary by Dr Waldo, a doctor we have at camp, he has accurately described what life is like at camp. The factors that we undergo make us sick both physically and mentally, these factors make us lose all sense of empowerment to win this war that we once felt, these factors make us want to go home more than anything just to hear our mother’s voice just once more. The absence of encouragement from other colonists and countries, and how I have to go to bed with my stomach empty every single night pushes me over the edge to give up and just
In 1943 a student Gordon Hirabayashi disobeyed a report for evacuation and curfew. Hirabayashi v. United States (1943), was the first judicial test of the statute that was signed into law by Franklin Roosevelt to make it a crime to remain in a military zone, that was put to use towards an American citizen. Hirabayashi was convicted of both counts, evacuation and curfew, in Fede...
Crossing the porch where we had dined that June night three months before, I came to a small rectangle of light which I guessed was the pantry window. The blind was drawn, but I found a rift at the sill.
But then we found this little water fall the lead to a big pond. The bast part was the water was the clearest I had ever seen. So we didn 't have to defect it or anything. All of us were really thirsty. We were at that water hole for a half hour until everyone was filled up with water and we saved some in are water bottles so we could have more if that was the only one we found in the forest.
I was a little thing, away up in the hills of New England, where the dark
Every person has had a significant moment in their life in which they can state is the reason for a change in the way they’re living: a moment that has influenced the person greatly in many different aspects of life. If it wasn’t for “this” there would be no “that” type of significant life experience. Many of the occurrences we experience in our lifetime often seem minute in significance, but may become very relevant at a later date. We rarely can predict how a situation will affect and shape our lives until after it occurs and takes its place in history. Afterwards we are able to trace back to that situation and gain a clear understanding of it and its importance. All of this is more so popular with writers than anyone else, they tend to use past experiences in their life to give their works more authenticity in describing their picture. There are very few aspects that contrast their work to their actual lives.
... then five more, one after another… they allowed themselves to eat those bodies… They said, ‘it was the great unbearable famine that did it.’” The struggle to find food was real. It was a heavy burden for people to bear. The need to stay a live became a daily struggle many civilian and soldiers.
for the rest of my life. For I am a neglecter of the love that was in
was the only child. I stayed with my mother and my step-dad. We lived in the
A journey begins with a step, a voice, a vision or a loved one. My
I woke up that morning knowing exactly what I had to do. I was anxious and scared, but I knew this was a chance I needed to take. Zoella came into my bedroom with the look of quest in her eyes. I sat in a cold, wooden chair as she gracefully chopped off my hair. We locked eyes in the mirror as she began to say, “Alexa, you don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to, it’s up to you. I am here to support whatever decision you choose to make.” I hesitantly replied back, “I am going to regret it if I don’t take this chance.” I put on my new masculine clothes and walked out of my home, frightened, but excited to start this new journey.
Then my dad rang my sister and organised for us to be picked up at the
I have a very fulfilling feeling about what I have been able to accomplish in my life so far. I want the absolute best for myself and those close to me. I often go above and beyond to help those around me succeed and be the best version of themselves that they can possibly be.
Many artists say that they were born to do art, that it was always in their blood and that they cannot remember a time that art was not a part of their lives. For me, this was exactly the opposite. I was always trying to do my best in science and mathematics and art was not even on my radar until I was a freshman in high school where I met my first inspiration for art, Zack Smithey. I was lucky enough to have Mr. Smithey as a guide for the start of my art career all four years in high school and he really pushed me to develop my portrait work. He helped me develop the foundation of my artwork, but at that point I was merely duplicating what I was seen and really had not developed an aesthetic of my own. For me, art was a challenge for me to