The Journey Imagine one minute blazing hot about ninety-eight degrees to a cool calm breeze, that’s here in the Sunshine State. Seventeen years of living in this state has been an abundance of life changing events. It was my first day in junior high school, every dramatic parents crying with their son or daughter. Starting from the first day you have a load of classes like math, science, social studies, gym, and sadly reading. Ever since I started school reading hasn’t been my favorite. Thick paragraphs of words trying to create a meaning didn’t mean anything to me. My reading teachers have always told me “Reading is fundamental” and in my head I were always like “blah blah can we talk about something more interesting”. You know when your …show more content…
Williams also instead we also write a page of what we read, so a summary. The first page of the book wasn’t intriguing at all but I had to try to at least read two pages to write enough so I sucked it up and continue reading. When I wrote my summary I already knew I wasn’t going to be good and Mr. Williams explain it to me when he said “I am giving this to you because I know you can do better and because any career field you are trying to look into you are going to read.”, then he just handed me a D paper. I have never received any grade lower than a B on my assignments; so to received that grade I was highly frustrated and angry. The frustration and anger I have built up made me cry salty tears throughout the whole night when I arrived …show more content…
Aria is free spirit of the group with brunette hair, brown eyes who moved to Finland because of the death until recently moving back to Rosewood. Spencer is the uptight one who always worrying about her grades and who also has brunette hair and brown eyes. Hanna is also blonde who struggled with weight issues and is also called Alison’s mini me. Emily is the athlete of the pack who likes girls and has blackish brown hair with brown eyes. When all of the girls come into town they all received a text message from their best friend who is dead about getting their secrets
With its uncurling spiral and soft, tattered pages, to most, it was just a worn-out seventy-five cent notebook from Wal-Mart.
I am very interested in attending Flagler College for a number of reasons, Flagler is the perfect college to help my achieve my goals. It offers the individual help that I desire, an outstanding business program, a wide variety of clubs and organizations, and most important, Flagler opens up a lot of opportunities for career choices.
Overall, teachers need to take into account all six critical areas of reading when teaching. No matter the subject or time constraints, teachers need to incorporate all areas into the curriculum. Reading is a complex process. If a student does not know to read, a student will never to be able to achieve their best. When using all six areas teachers are using a balanced literacy approach and create greater success for students to succeed in reading and writing.
The college education that I am seeking goes beyond credentials in that it must first and foremost enrich my mind and spirit, and support my belief in continuous learning. My desire is to be challenged and to gain an experience that I can build upon for the future.
I have always set big goals, and had even bigger dreams. However, these dreams aren’t like those of some of my classmates such as becoming a movie star or a famous soccer player, but ones of curing cancer and providing the world with answers to scientific phenomena. Should the Gatton Academy provide me the chance to take the next step toward fulfilling these dreams, very little would prevent me from attending.
Theses quotes might be said once or many times in one’s teen life. Complaining about parents is one of the conversation topics among the peers. Sometimes teens feel like adults do not aware of their opinions anymore. Moreover, arguments among the family could ruin the relationship if members do not know how to deal with it. I learned how to solve problems through these conflicts and became more mature.
College Admissions Essay If someone asked me where I am going to be in ten years, this would be my answer. I have a great, high-paying job, and beautiful wife and family, and a nice sports car parked in front of my lovely house. When I look into the future, I see myself being successful and happy. Even though I always pictured myself this way, I never worried too much about how I would get there.
As I thought of this article, many of the issues I have faced as a single Hmong woman in her mid-twenties came to mind. Should I discuss the functional reasons why marriage is so important in the Hmong culture, especially for women? Or do I talk about the lack of eligible, older Hmong men? Better yet, should I complain about the attempts by my relatives to find me a good husband as if it were an unfortunate circumstance that I was single instead of a conscious choice? Thinking it over, though, I decided that all those questions boiled down to one fundamental truth – the Hmong community is still trying to learn how to treat the increasing number of Hmong women who, like me, are making the choice to stay single in their mid-twenties.
At the start of the semester, my oblivious state of nature associating with the Chinese culture reached an unacceptable level. Implementing a necessary change, I decided to educate myself on different cultures starting with China. I failed to ponder that such a rich, deep culture existed outside America. Encompassed by this country’s unique yet suffocating melting pot culture, my outlook believed ideas such as uniformity between American Chinese food and Authentic Chinese food. After this course, my bigot perspective widened as I witnessed diversity in the world. Before this class, when I thought of Chinese food, my connotation jumped to thoughts associated with chop suey, but as I progressed my education, my mindset gradually pondered foods like steamed buns or “New Year Cakes” with authentic Chinese food.
The experience of the APEC Youth Science festival was incredible. It has had an enormous impact on me in many ways, changing the way I look at the world and connecting me with people and events far beyond my formerly limited experience. I am extremely glad to have had this opportunity. It was a wonderful experience on multiple levels. It challenged me and expanded me intellectually and socially. I feel that this experience has had an immense impact on me.
When I entered kindergarten, I learned it was possible to not belong in a place where you are supposed to be. I felt the terrible urge to flee so I dove head first into a tide pool of books and cracked my head on the rocky bottom because I could only read the word and not the purpose for them. I didn’t read because they understood, to feel at home or to escape but to avoid the small eyes and threat of awkwardness. And the fear kept me reading, blind to the pages until we were given the Great Gatsby in my junior English class. It was my teacher's favorite book. Reading it in class was like being stuck in traffic for a month and a half. He continued to slam on the breaks between chapters paragraphs and in the middle of sentences to point out
I wasn’t focused long because the books were shorter. I still didn’t read much after that, but she did explain that I would know how to read after school and to be successful in
Reading and books became a real struggle for me from elementary all the way to high school because I found it hard to comprehend the books that I was made to read. These books were not interesting to me and I found myself starring at pages for hours at a time and would not know or understand what I read.
School had just started; it was the fall of my sophomore year. I was excited about having new teachers and being able to boss around those little freshmen since I had finally lost that ridiculous title of “freshy.” Although one class did turn all that excitement right into knots in my stomach, it was English 10. Ugh I hated English, partially because I could never remember all those rules of writing, which I had just thought of as “dumb.” I figured, “Why would I ever need to know all them? Computers will be able to fix all my mistakes for me!” As I would soon find out, boy was I ever wrong. Surprisingly, class was going good; our teacher Mr. Mieckowski seemed to be a little weird and quite boring at times but all in all not too bad I mean who isn’t boring occasionally? He had a shiny head with very little hair and never wore long sleeves to class. He was also quite tall and skinny, so everyone had his or her own conclusion about Mr. Mieckowski’s personal life. A lot of the time this ended up being the topic of conversation for his students, along with his hatred towards icicle lights, white reindeer, and especially technology; the thing I loved most.
Growing up, everybody gets to learn that the real world is not a fantasy that’s easy to cope with. While I was growing up I believe that life was really easy; not until I reached 12th grade. That’s where I got to learn how to be independent, and work hard to earn my things. 2015 was the year where I got a little taste of the real world. Growing up was a blur, and I barely remember everything from my childhood, so I shall tell my reader the important facts, challenges, and rewards I have faced in my life.