The day that marked the end to a new beginning was May 22nd, 2015. I woke up knowing this was a day I would never forget. I felt fully rested and was looking forward to the eventful day ahead. Not to mention the fact, I was woken by a warm, hearty breakfast. I headed off to a place that was a usual destination for four years now. However, that day’s ride to the residence marked one of the last. On this ride, I had flashbacks of football games, pep rallies, old friends, and anything that held significance in my life for four years. A short, ten-minute ride turned into a mountain of emotions. I walked in the familiar building hearing the sound of the principle wanting everybody to listen up. This wasn’t unusual considering he was once a drill …show more content…
The guest speaker was Chris Lee, which was the president of Bill Gatton. He related life to wrecking a car on the side of the road. He used words like “crack” and “bang” to keep the crowd awake. Following, the valedictorians gave short, simple speeches which I enjoyed. Amongst the speeches, I sat in my chair bouncing my anxious feet as usual. My family claimed they could see me shaking from the top of the bleachers. However, after the speeches, time went fast. The principal began calling row by row and diplomas were handed out. Now, he was four rows deep and my last name starts with a H. I began to start motivating myself to not mess up. Quicker than expected, it was the time for my row to stand up. Unfortunately, I was last in the row, and behind a German guy with an extremely hard last name. The principal had a long pause before he called him up on stage and proceeded to pronounce his name very fast. This caused the whole crowd to burst into laughter. At that time, the mood got lighter and the crowd was awake. The principle then proceeded to announce my name. It felt like it took a lifetime to walk up those steps, properly shake hands and proceed off the stage back to my seat. However, I was filled with the best feeling of nervous, anxious, and excitement all at once. After the 156th person was called, the most rewarding part of all was throwing up that hat and proceeding out of the
David McCullough Jr., delivered the commencement at Wellesley High School in Massachusetts on June 1st 2012 to staff, the 2012 graduates, and their family and friends. The speech was straightforward and supplied valuable information for their future. . McCullough’s speech at times felt harsh, offensive, and insulting. His words and examples were given to achieve insight, knowledge, and awareness for each student’s future. The commencement expressed a great deal of achievement, but conveyed that there was more work to be done. His speech was effective and appreciated through humor parallelism, repetition, and anaphora. His point of view has obtained respect and determination by all those that have been challenged and have heard his words.
...Instead of going with the Stasi to search Dreyman’s apartment after the interrogation, he flees to do the right thing.
Ever wonder what happens if everything changes in a blink of an eye? On June 3rd, 2016, I graduated secondary school. That night in my middle school gymnasium, the administrators had organized a celebratory party in the graduate’s honors. I remembered dancing the night away with the people I held so dear to my heart for nine years. The strobe lights shining and music blaring while we were staring at each other with content. We parted ways at the end of that cheerful night. We were sad to say goodbye, yet we didn’t know that some us were saying goodbye to each other for ever to go lead different lives apart from each other. At the time, I knew that moment will always be a highlight of my life but later I came to know that it was also a catalyst for change. Although freshman year and half of sophomore year brung hardships that have come and go, the experiences have changed me for the better throughout the year and a half.
‘Das Leben der Anderen’ (The Lives of Others) is a striking example of how a director can convey narrative links within a film by employing various styles and film techniques. The Lives of Others relies upon these visual means to assist with the telling of the story as much as it relies upon the script. In this selected sequence of the film, several narrative links are drawn here to form the conclusion of ‘Operation Lazlo’. These narrative links are further cemented by Donnersmarck’s use of various lighting styles, diegtic and non-diegtic sound, revealing camera shots and intricate mise-en-scene.
I don’t remember much from the end of my 8th grade year in Palm Springs, California, but I remember the heat. Vividly. I remember the hot sun beating down our necks. I remember the waves of heat hitting us day after day, week after week, never-ending. The heat was a thick blanket covering everything in sight. The heat is the one thing that I will never forget. Well, that’s an exaggeration. There’s some things that I will never forget. I will never forget my mom telling me the news. I will never forget my friends’ faces when I told them the news. I will never forget my last day of school, my last day in Palm Springs. I never thought that I would even have a “Last Day in Palm Springs” until I was off to college. So when my parents told me that
This could just be the worst day of my life; I’ve been dreading this day for the past few months. Moving day; it was just five months ago when my family told me the awful news. I just recently finished my sophomore year in high school, became captain of the varsity basketball team and finally got the girl of my dreams, Julie. Only to have it ruined by my parents telling me that we have to move due to my father getting a new job in Astoria, Oregon. The house or ‘cemetery’ as I referred to it is called Mors Thalamum, which ironically means death chamber in Latin; how convenient I would jest my family in hopes they would change their minds. Before we had to get into the car and leave for what I though would be certain doom I walked over to Julie’s house which was right across the street. “Hey Julie” I said for what would feel like the last time, “Hey Ben” she said, I believe she was feeling the exact thing I was. “I came to say goodbye, my family and I are leaving soon.” “Oh” she said simply but her green eyes said what she couldn’t. “Ben lets go!” I groaned at my father demand. Just as I was turning around Julie called my name, “I’ll miss you Ben” “Ill miss you too Julie” I choked back too focused on trying to hide the tears in my brown eyes. “Do you think we will ever see each other again?” she asked with anticipation in her angelic yet worried voice, “I hope” was all I could say before I turned and left my blonde green-eyed girl for what felt would be the last time.
I looked forward to this day every year, it was my favorite day of all time. I enjoyed learning all the things that happened before me. It was my way of being there when I actually wasn't. I ran to school as soon as I picked up my brown paper bag that contains my lunch. I grabbed my books from the cubbies at school, I came in just as the teacher was scratching down the morning list on the chalkboard. I sat at the front because usually, the kids that sit at the back get the meter stick. I grabbed my books out, just like the teacher asked, and started reading chapters 4 and 5. That's when I heard snickering in the back, “Ha Ha Emma’s a loser, she must be scarred from the concentration camps, she’ll never grow up to be a normal person”. I just sat at my desk acting like nothing ever happened, like I do every day. I focus more on my reading, so I don’t think about the pain. I always push it to the back of my mind, not wanting to make a scene. Suddenly, Tommy stone walked in front of my desk. A white paper landed on my desk, I quietly picked it up trying not to make any sudden moves. I unfolded it under my desk, hiding it from my classmates. Tears started rolling down my pink checks, I wiped them off with my sleeve, trying to make a normal face, with what strength I had left in me. I shoved everything back in my body. With what
“Ok seniors, everyone settle down and take your seat with your name on it”. The principle conducted everyone as we prepared to get ready for our practice graduation walk. Amusement and volume suffocated the gym as everyone scurried to find their name. I discovered my seat long before any of my classmates and was more then ready to get it over and done with. Not seeing an interest in the joy I simply crossed my arms, lowered my head and closed my eyes to eradicate the happiness around me.
I got up at five thirty in the morning to change and make myself look presentable for the day ahead. My roommates and I packed up our bags, careful not to leave anything behind. Getting on the bus was now becoming very tedious to me, but again I entered the vehicle. Today, we were heading to Cedar Point. We arrived and filed out of the bus and got into our little groups. This day, was the day I’d get over my fear of roller coasters. Going to ride after ride and then halfway through, going to see our rankings for our small recital. Our class scored first place for overall best Junior High Choir, mainly because we were the only Junior High Choir performing the day before. After awards all choirs dispersed to go back to their fun day at Cedar Point. We got back into our groups, some members leaving to join another group while others joined mine. At this point, my small group had doubled, so half went on some rides while the rest did something else. My half of the group consisted of Izzy, Iven, Heidi, Jamie, Marissa, and myself. We all waited in line for the enormous ferris wheel. It was a hot day and we stood in line for what seemed like hours. Finally we were next in line, then all of the sudden, we got told there was a thunderstorm coming our way and that all rides were closing down. The choir class was ushered into the indoor arcade where my small group stuck together the whole time. We played games and eat Dip N’ Dots until the rain
To be exact, it was Thursday September 10, 2015. It started off as any other day where I woke up at exactly 6:00am, as always. I gathered my supplies for the day, got myself ready and made sure to leave my cottage at precisely 7:10am, never earlier nor any later. This actually works out quite well as it allows me to get my breakfast at Wanda’s before the line gets too long as well as giving me enough time to walk to the university’s engineering building. It’s perfect. That morning, I left at around 7:40, where I proceeded to walk to my next class at the engineering building, arriving at around 8:00, where I had extra time to briefly skim over some material before my 8:45 class. My day proceeded as planned for the next two hours or so where I would attend my classes and accomplish what needed to be done. It wasn’t until the end of my second class of the day when the chaos began to
I can almost remember that day like it was yesterday, I awoke like on any other school day. It was a gorgeous May morning, the rays of sun flittered through my miniblinds blinding me as if I hadn’t seen light in days. I sluggishly dragged my limp body out of my warm bed, retiring to the bathroom to perform my normal morning rituals shower, shave, brush my teeth, get dressed, do my hair, and all the other regulars. As I looked at myself while combing my hair, it hit me like a speeding express train, I was about to graduate. I couldn’t help but smile, but at the same time I felt like a part of me was drifting away. A tear came to my eye as I realized what was about to happen to me.
October 6, 2012. Every year my family and I gather around the Television. Pen and paper in hand, getting ready to write down inspiration and thoughts that impress upon on soul. It’s often a time to reflect on yourself, Receive answers, and make goals to be better. This particular day something extraordinary happened, something that would change my life forever and also many others as well. But in my life it opened up a door that I never thought would be possible. My heart was pounding so fast I thought it would leap out of my chest. Adrenaline kicked in and my palms began to feel cold yet moist. At this time I was a senior in high school getting ready to take the next step in my life. Looking for a potential spouse, pick the college I wanted to attend, and career I wanted to peruse. Even though I had no idea what I wanted to do or where to go I just was in limbo, for I had not made a decision yet. But at this moment things began to become less foggy and clearer.
Privacy, “the state or condition of being free from being observed or disturbed by other people.” A concept which once had meaning and validity, however that concept is challenged today in modern day times as a result of technological advances. One may not feel observed or disturbed by other people, although with the introduction on interconnected devices, global position services, cellular towers, as well as with the internet that concept of being private slowly disappears. All the data transmitted through these devices are stored in databases, digested by algorithms, and served up for various purposes. The more we as a society move towards technology and easy-to-access information the less sensitive private data individuals retain. Previously as we seen in the 1984 German film “The Lives of Others,” in-order to spy on someone it required a fleet of tools, tails, bugged locations, and a
It was one of the most exciting and nerve racking days of our lives. Although we were finally leaving high school, the feeling of being unsure didn’t go away. The whole day was full of practicing for the big moment when the entire class graduated on to a new beginning. All the girls wore shiny bright red robes and the guys were dressed in a shiny navy blue. Standing there, I had no idea what to expect. Some things I were aware of, my friends were leaving and we wouldn’t be the same friends anymore. My role was that of being so aware of the future that I was too shocked to soak in the present; being a pessimist was my main goal and everything I was sure of became true.
Then, I heard everyone scream “Surprise!” I could not believe my eyes. There was decoration all over the living room, a cake on the table, music and a big bouquet of pink flowers. My eyes start tearing. I was delighted and humbled by how lucky I was to have such an amazing family. I ran up to my parents, my three brothers, and sisters in law and hugged all of them. We started singing and dancing I cannot forget those moments of my life. Then I realized time was running and that I still had to go to my cousin’s house to do my makeup. I rushed to her house leaving my family at home, so they could get ready, and we could later celebrate after the graduation. As, Sandra was putting on my makeup; I was thinking of how I was going to react when they called my name on the stage. I was smiling as I was thinking of the moment of my