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Final:It was around the middle of fifth grade, and my family had just moved (ugh). (annoyed and sad voice)This meant, new school, new friends, new,.. new(angry) (move hands) EVERYTHING! I (point at self) was going to be the(“) “new kid” at school today. It was almost time to head out, I found myself sitting on the couch, frozen and lifeless (plop down on chair),(exhale).(move back to narrator),but what was going on in the inside? my brain,( point at head) (wait) was a WHOLE nother story.(pace back and forth). How? How?, (stop) How will I make new friends? (wave hands), (back and forth think),(stop).What am I getting myself into!!?,(look at audience) ”I don’t even know anyone!”(out of breath)(close eyes)(move back to narrator) Trying to calm myself down, I began to stare at the clock like a HAWK. Witnessing each tick AND tock, that went by, (say tick, tock, tick tock)(nervous hands)It was like that menacing clock back there (point to clock) clock was counting down till the end of my life.
My heart was beating and my hands were sweating. My teacher asked me a question and I wanted to cry. I didn’t know how to say my response in English and was afraid of the other kids making fun of me because I thought my accent was too strong. All the students stared. “Just answer the question” one girl murmured. Every day I’d sit in the same seat without talking. And even though I had spent a month in the same classroom I felt uncomfortable being there. I moved to the United States from the Dominican Republic when I was twelve. I knew the word for “mariposa” was “butterfly,” and I knew how to introduce myself, but that was about all. Some people would even become frustrated due to the fact they couldn’t understand me, or the other way around. Knowing how they felt about me not being able to communicate made me want to shut myself off from them.
This article got me thinking. I had face situation in my life that because of my bad grammar I had let go of great opportunities. English is my second languish and I thought that as long as I knew the basic I would be ok in life. But as I got older I started seeing the pattern of negatives effects of my insecurity of grammar. My return to college open my eyes to a better potential in life just by continually a proper college education. When reading this article the wheels of my brain started spinning. The first image that pop in my head, was my children trying to mimic all the YouTubers online with their in style vocabulary. Then two little boys appear in my head, two little boys that I saw ones about 10 years ago for about 10mn. I have forgotten them, until
My name in is Sanger Rainsford and I am applying to work at the anti-hunting support group for animals, People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA). I have the passion to advocate for those animals that are hunted on a daily basis by humans. Animals don't have the voice to say their feelings, so I will. I am able to understand first hand both the hunter and the hunted’s perspectives.I am able to see both sides because I was a hunter, I loved it in fact. But, I was also hunted. And I hated being the hunted.
If there was a turning point in my life, it probably occurred around my freshman year of high school. Before this year began I has recently received the sacrament of confirmation in the Catholic church. In my church this sacrament is seen as a final step in the process of attaining full membership into the church. We believe that through it you receive certain special gifts and insights. I broach this event because something definitely changed in me after this process. Up until freshman year I had struggled to even get all A's. I'd usually end up just shy of all A's. Suddenly, in freshman year, something just clicked. I was off to a fairly good start with all A's. Something else had changed during this year that probably affected this trend. During
Sunday mornings used to consist of lethargic snuggling underneath oversized thermal blankets while binge-watching Netflix for hours with family. Weekends were my favorite because it was the one time during the week I was able to laze in the comforting presence of my mother whom I rarely encountered because of her hectic work schedule. Since my parents divorced when I was only about five years old, I was raised by a hard-working single mother for the majority of my life, 2,614 miles away from my estranged father whom I rarely talk to except on birthdays and national holidays. Not only did my mother have to balance supporting me, but also my grandfather in the Philippines who was in critical condition after his third stroke in May of last year. My aunts and uncles could not cover the medical expenses on their own, so my mother invested as much as she could for the sake of her father. The distress and devastation my mother
“New school, New me,” I whispered to myself. I was beyond anxious and my whole body was trembling.
With my growing experience in the modern day educational system, I have developed many deep opinions towards my education. The gripes that all students make about homework and tests are expected from a student like me, but obviously my list is ever-changing with the constant reforms towards a vast technological society. As computer’s roles rapidly grow in our society, our education system must also rapidly adapt to the changes. As a result, the integration of one-to-one technology here at Jefferson High School has only complicated my learning and fueled the fire to anxiety built by school. In addition to the technology upswing here at Jefferson High School, my classes have become solely about taking me to the next level in my life. The push
I had achieved something. I conquered an impediment in my life. Something that was a burden to me since I said my first word. For seven years I was plagued by my inability to speak normally. After a school change and hours upon hours of speech therapy, I was able to talk normally. This accolade in my early life opened a door for me, and it also inadvertently shut one.
This essay I thought was a fairly straightforward one for me, but many times I had to be creative. Writing about someone else is hard in the first place, and I had to focus my essay based on one topic or a few topics from a timeline of someone else’s life. This type of essay was not very easy for me to write because I write better when I can connect ideas to my own life and make it more personal. Thankfully this essay only had to be 2-3 pages long because I am not sure about the information I was given I could write any longer. One big issue I had with this essay was how creative I had to be with what I was going to write, and how distant I felt from the context.
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The morning of August 4, 2016, Juliann woke up excited and nervous. She put on the perfect outfit she picked out the night before. Juliann did her make-up and hair, as butterflies danced in her stomach. She practically ran to the bus stop and impatiently waited for her bus. As the bus rounded the corner, she realized tears filled her eye. Overwhelmed with fear and excitement Juliann boarded the bus to begin her first day as a freshman. During the first three weeks of Juliann's freshman year, she made new friends, learned new procedures, and worked to learn how to use a chromebook.
I came to the united states when I was only seven years old. We were staying in my mom’s cousins house to live. It was weird to be living with people that yes, they were family but never seen before. We were coming to the U. S cause my younger sister had a tumor in her head and there was better doctor here. Being in the U.S there’s a better technology and medical resources that were going to help cure my sister.
It is exactly seven in the morning. My alarm erupts with a harsh blast, and I am roughly dragged from the world of dreams to drudge once more through the world of the living. I wipe the sleep from my eyes, and contemplate for a moment escaping back into the world of sleep – how sweet would it be to fall back on the bed, close my eyes, and drift once more through my dreams. Perhaps if I were more alert, I could have dramatized the situation, “To sleep, perchance to dream”. But frankly, I'm not awake enough to quote anyone (with perhaps the exception of Shel Silverstein), only awake enough to stumble headlong into the shower with the deepest hope that I can, with hot water, rectify my current state. I can't. The water is not arousing but soothing, relaxing my muscles and lulling me back into my quiet place of reprieve. I am a poltergeist, raised forcibly from my sleep by some ungodly force, and ready to do battle with the world
Do you ever think on new years eve “This year is going to be great!” But then it ends up terrible? Well I can relate to that. In 2016, I experienced failure. Failure in myself. I never expected to let myself down so bad. Let me start with why i experienced failure or how certain situations led me to failure. 2016 was the year when i lost many people to death and thought it was the most amazing idea to give up. 3 days into 2016 and i lost my uncle. 2 months later i lost my grandma that i haven’t seen ever since i was 4-5 because she lived in el salvador. Oh wait, then i thought my grandmas death would’ve been the last one i would have to go through for a while. But no, i lost my brother 6 months after due to an “accidental” shooting. I loved all of them and never wanted
It was the second semester of fourth grade year. My parents had recently bought a new house in a nice quite neighborhood. I was ecstatic I always wanted to move to a new house. I was tired of my old home since I had already explored every corner, nook, and cranny. The moment I realized I would have to leave my old friends behind was one of the most devastating moments of my life. I didn’t want to switch schools and make new friends. Yet at the same time was an interesting new experience.