How did you get Avian Coprophobia? It was 1997, the air gently grazed pass my skin, the roosters chanting, “Cock-a-doodle-doo,” and the sun glistened like yellow yolk. It was a typical day of spring in California, and listening to the birds chirping in the mornings reminded me of a peaceful melody encouraging me to get my day started. However, one particular Saturday afternoon, spring of 1997, changed my life forever, and I never admired birds for their beauty ever again; it was that Saturday afternoon, I developed Avian Coprophobia. Vanessa has been my best friend since second grade. Vanessa loved to read, she was considered the over achiever and the pretty girl of our second-grade class. In addition, Vanessa’s long silky dark hair, and icy blue eyes caught the attention of all the boys in our second-grade class. Her mother, Maria babysat children for after school care and watched me until my mother got off of work. Maria usually spoke to me in Spanish; I believe her English speaking was poor. Maria would always say, “One day speaking in Spanish will be a requirement, so you will learn this now!” One day Vanessa and …show more content…
Vanessa and I sang, “You make me wanna” by Usher and “Spice up your life” by Spice Girls, repeatedly, driving Maria insane. Sixty minutes later, we arrived in Venice Beach. We jumped out the car, dragged our belongings and ran towards the water. Vanessa screamed, “Mami el agua se ve muy hermosa!” Maria responded, “Si the water looks very beautiful,” as she hesitated toward the shore. I could smell the salt and the fresh fish through the wind. I could feel the mist from the waves colliding with the sand. At the same time, the hot sand started to melt the bottom of my feet. Vanessa and I dropped our towels and belongings in Maria’s arms and ran into the ocean. “Yay, this is so much fun,” splashing each
Natalia Martinez is 32 years old and lives in her hometown Fairfield,CA with her husband of four years and two lovely children. You might of seen her working in the Solano County Office of Social Services but now she works as a stay at home mom. She takes care of her 3 year old boy, Ronaldo, while getting her 9 year old girl, Giselle, to school. She is a very humble but outspoken person who's not afraid to speak up when she has to, something she attributes to being the middle child and feeling the only way to be heard was to be loud, especially in a house with six children. She’s the type of person you always know you can count on whenever you have a problem. She faces every difficult situation in her life like Superwoman and does not let anything stop her from achieving her goals.
This story is about the friendship of too girls from very different families. Carlotta is a darker skinned girl whose family is "new money". She wants to go to Scared Heart Academy for her high school education. Scared Heart does not let in girls of her skin tone. The school has been financially struggling and Carlotta's father donates money to the school, which in turn get her accepted in to the school. Since she is new money she was not "locked up" in her home her whole life. She knows the town and tells her friend Merceditas all about the way things are there. The other girl, Merceditas come from a very wealthy family who has been this way for gene...
In their artful description of large flocks of birds, both John Audobon and Annie Dillard are able to utilize a variety of imagery, syntax, diction, and points of views to describe the birds and to convey their effects in a stylistic manner. However, despite their noted similarities, including that of their fiery passion for bird watching, there are many differences in their work that make their individual descriptions unique. Audobon is more concrete and scientific, listing distinct observations and conveying them in a simple and technical manner, while Dillard is more abstract and artistic, adding more literary techniques and providing “trance-like” descriptions.
8. Taylor, Dan. 1998. Audubon Society Inspired to Action by Bird Die -offs . 17 Jan. 1998 . E-mail . Available bkus@sunstroke.sdsu.edu
Two key scientists in “de-extinction”, Stewart Brand and George Church, hosted a symposium at Harvard Medical School called “Bringing Back the Passenger Pigeon” in February 2012. At this symposium, Church demonstrated his...
When I first met Carol she was eagerly entering third grade with a huge smile on her face. I was a fifth grade new to the school and I didn’t know anyone. She smiled at me and would have short conversations with me in the halls. My sister, who was in her class, and she became great friends almost immediately, and soon Carol Ventocilla was visiting our house weekly. As our friendship grew we would walk to the library after school together, hang out together, and play outside with each other.
Sylvia was a 9 year old “nature girl” who met a charming ornithologist hunter on a mission to find the allusive white heron. Sylvia was about 8 years old when she moved with her grandmother from the city to a farm, “a good change for a little maid who had tried to grow for eight years in a crowded manufacturing town, but, as for Sylvia herself, it seemed as if she never had been alive at all before she came to live at the farm.” (Jewett, 1884, 1914, qtd in McQuade, et.al., 1999, p. 1641). Sylvia finds the secret, the white heron. Instead of telling the young hunter, she keeps the secret, because in her mind nature is more powerful than her feelings for “the enemy.”
She then told us all about her youth. I learned one important thing that although some parts of Mexico do follow the stereotypes that many Americans have put on their culture, there are places that don’t. We learned that how you’re raised just depends on how fortunate your family is and where they live. Mexico has huge cities, some which are huge tourist destinations, which have prestigious schools, with great nursing, architectural, business, and engineering programs. Sadly that was not the course life had chosen for her. She said she went to a small community school, which unlike here in America, was not free and had to be paid for. Most of the people in her town only made it up to the 6th or 7th grade, because their parents could no longer afford to pay for their education or they had to work to help pay bills at the house. Her parents were a bit more fortunate and managed to pay for her to graduate from “la prepa” (a school to prepare her for the university basically like our high schools here in the U.S). She said school down there was a privilege, and wasn’t taken for granted like many people do here in the
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One of the most powerful recurring themes in these two Hitchcock's films is the procession of domineering mothers.
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As we pulled out of my parents driveway, the circumstances seemed very surreal. My entire way of life had been turned upside down with only a few hours consideration. I was very much “at sea” in the ...
Almost at the age of seven, I made a friend named Dani. I liked being with her because she was always smiling. We played together and giggled a lot. Sometimes, she’d randomly dance, spin around, or run away alone, but I never cared or wondered why. One day, there were these older kids pointing and laughing at her. I skipped up to them. “Dani’s my friend,” I blurted out happily. They laughed even harder.
In general, the fear of something or a phobia refers to one having an acute or severe aversion to an experience or object (Craske, Antony, & Barlow, 2006, p.4). According to Powell, Honey, & Symbaluk (2013), phobias are considered as a basic form of elicit behavior, at which, when a stimulus is presented it leads to an involuntary response to occur. This is the rate of occurrence is known as a reflex. Reflexes are often caused by conditioning through learned associations or classical conditioning involving a stimulus and the elicit reaction of a stimulus, particularly, within one’s environment (Powell, Honey, & Symbaluk, 2013, p.109-110).
Rolling waves gently brushed upon the sand and nipped softly at my toes. I gazed out into the oblivion of blue hue that lay before me. I stared hopefully at sun-filled sky, but I couldn’t help but wonder how I was going to get through the day. Honestly, I never thought in a million years that my daughter and I would be homeless. Oh, how I yearned for our house in the suburbs. A pain wrenched at my heart when I was once reminded again of my beloved husband, Peter. I missed him so much and couldn’t help but ask God why he was taken from us. Living underneath Pier 14 was no life for Emily and me. I had to get us out of here and back on our feet. My stomach moaned angrily. I needed to somehow find food for us, but how? Suddenly, something slimy brushed up against my leg and pierced my thoughts. I jumped back and brushed the residue of sand of my legs. What was that? As my eyes skimmed the water in front of me, I noticed something spinning in the foam of the waves. Curiosity got the best of me and I went over to take a closer look. The object danced in the waves and eventually was coughed out onto the beach. “Emily!” I called to my eight-year-old daughter who was, at that time, infatuated with a seashell that she found earlier that day. “Come here and see this! Mommy found something.” Although I had no idea what that something was and I definitely didn’t know it would change my life forever.