My family was going out of town over the first weekend of the year that truly felt like summer. It was my first taste of freedom Sophomore year as I was able to come and go from the house on my own time, choose what to feed myself, and have anyone over without question or comment. On that Friday afternoon I drove my boyfriend and I to my house after school, where we knew we could have a few hours to just be together and experience our first taste raw love. The air was warm, not even needing a jacket to go out, both of us in jeans and tee shirts. We looked at the clouds as we drove, the sun coming through them in just the perfect way that made sun rays shine onto the fields and trees that we passed, making them look like heaven. I had never
As we arrived to the motel we stayed in for the weekend, the feeling was overwhelmed with the smell of the air and the breeze against my skin was so fresh so relaxing. As I entered the motel I could just see the beautiful water of the ocean as the moon light glazes upon it's waves, what a pretty sight. It was to late when we got there so our parents took us to the pool the motel had and ordered pizza as us kid's swam. The water was very worm. We all ate then rest, I couldn't wait for
People tend to take their legs for granted. While the other girls in my school were fawning over the football players’ muscles, or their perfect hair, I was jealous of their legs. Their functional legs. It's pretty crazy to think of a 15-year-old learning how to walk, but that’s exactly where I was. In a gym full of colorful mats and loud children, all I could focus on was the heavy Polish accent of my physical therapist urging me to trust myself. I took three whole steps. I started to get over confident, thinking that I could walk way more than someone who had a three-year gap in their walking practice should. I took four more steps. I looked up at my therapist for reassurance and a slight nod of her head encouraged me to keep going. Left.
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
Walking into this class this year I was so small minded in the art of writing. Thinking that I already knew everything about it, I soon realized that creative writing wasn’t a joke. To me writing was putting pencil to a paper and making the words go to together, but Mr. Sullivan showed us that there is much more to writing than just a piece of wood and a piece of paper. He showed us that there are five steps to a perfect story.
There's no questioning that the essence of society has become notorious for being unforgiving and cold to all those who encounter it. Some individuals are buffeted by it while a select few rise to the occasion to defeat it. In the so-called "adult world," few genuinely care about hardships faced by others previous to their concurrence and instead are only concerned with making personal gains. This concept is a rather disquieting one, but entirely relevant nonetheless. Personally, I’ve fallen victim to such conditions and have chosen to brave the storm. I come from a background saturated with difficulties and obstacles that I’ve never once used as leverage, or for the purpose of constructing excuses for my actions. And, I plan to continue in
I had a very strong interest in what the future held for women in science, because I wanted women to be able to make multiple accomplishments like men did in the science category. Throughout the time of being alive I made a speech about how I wanted women to make a great impact with being in science for the future. I can only image what the future is like now for women, I suspect that women have many more jobs in multiple categories than before. However I do know that some of the friends I had were also making an impact on the world already, changing it and showing how it can be different. An tremendous amount of citizens probably would have disagreed with all the things that women wanted to have changed or do. Honestly I do hope that women
Alright, so now we are ready to try again! I started a new job, (less travel and more money) and we now have our fertility issues under control. I had a laproscopic surgery which discovered that I have an advanced stage of endometriosis. I also had an under active thyroid and low levels of progesterone. A week before my husband falls off a roof, my eggs are released and we made our "deposit". We are so excited and optimistic. And then I got the call. Hubby fell off a restaurant roof, about 12 ft, and was being transported to the hospital via ambulance. All I knew at this point was that he couldn't move his legs. The ride to the hospital was surreal. I was calm but overwhelmingly worried. He had broken most of the bones from his legs down,
Recently, I have purchased a “Platy-tat-tat” CD player from your company. Unfortunately, there was a rather strange issue with it. When I had inserted a CD and pressed play, a strange screeching noise erupted from the speakers. It sounded very similar to a cat with asthma screaming, a genuinely terrifying noise. Now, I have only been using this product for a short period of time. In fact, this was the first time I had used it since I had bought it from the Mart-Wal in east Centreville on March 31st.
When I was younger, I firmly believe that if someone was smiling they were happy. At this time I was around the age six. I held this belief because I was always around people who seemed happy. There was always laughter, smiles, and hugs. T.V. shows that I watch were filled with smiling faces and laughing groups of people joking around with each other. The people in my life were always so positive around me. But as I got older I grew a better understanding of what was going on.
We were decorating a tree at my mom's last night in a style that can best be described as a blast from the past. As I looked at old ornaments, I began to remember past Christmases and one in particular stands out.
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
In assignment 2, in the first draft not only I had unclear organization, but I also had a very weak images. For example, in the first draft of my prose, I had an image like “the train smoke streams off like a breath, engine sound chug-chug-chug of the wheels, and where the atrocious stream of the signal, vocation me into darkness.” This image was very weak compare to the other images because it was unclear what I mean by “vocation into the darkness” and also it did not fit well in the essay. In draft two, to make the stronger image I try changing it to “the train smoke streams off like a breath, engine sound chug-chug-chug of the wheels, where the terrible scream of the signal propels her into darkness.” The main reason this image is better
Ever since I can remember, I had always marveled at what was beyond the capacity of many to understand. No, not politicians. I mean an existing plane beyond the one we are physically constricted to; the far reaches of our universe. I recall when I was a very young, how I could gaze up at the constellations. I was completely dumbfounded by how there possibly could be all of those mysterious lights dotting the pitch black night sky. How could these luminous orbs be, in fact, farther than I could ever travel in my lifespan. As I lay upon the grass looking up into the sky, I knew that I was destined to do something to improve our scope of understanding the “final frontier.”
At first, one of the best memories is when I saw my love for the first time. I saw her at the American embassy in my country Bangladesh. She went to the embassy to pick up her visa and at the same time I also went there to pick up my visa. After I saw her, I had feeling for her so that I want to be with her. Love at first sig...
It all began on a beautiful November afternoon in Oakland, California. My boyfriend took me to meet his mom for the first time. During our weekend in Oakland he took me to the Berkley Marina for the first time. After walking along the water at the marina, we went back to our motel room. My