Zoaib Jhalodwala Fowler Senior La III Personal Essay 8 Sept. 2015 Legend of Z If I were to construct a museum of my most cherished possessions .The museum door would be made of all the parts from the all the computers that I have made and destroyed. The flooring of my museum would be the plane tickets to different places and the walls would be made of cans of different energy drinks that I have had in my lifetime. The most prized possessions of my life have to be. The rims off my first car, The first computer that I made with my own money , The first stamp that I got in my passport to travel overseas.by myself , and the first email got confirming that I was sponsored. The most favorite object about my car would have to be the rims. When …show more content…
I have traveled in the US alone many times it is not that big of a deal anymore. Earlier this year I purchased a plane ticket to go to Dubai. I spent most of my semester break last year hanging out with my friends and family. Then right after Christmas I had an idea to travel to someplace far so I decided to go to Dubai I’ve been there a few times already so I know the area a little bit. I went out the night of December 31 and returned about noon on New Year’s Day and I rushed to get to the airport. I barely missed my flight I was a little bit nervous my family and everybody I knew were there behind the gate at the airport. I then proceeded to my seat and sat down as I was looking at the airport and thinking that I will not see my family for about a month and as the plane took off I thought to myself that I am one lucky person to be flying out of the country. That exact moment it felt so good I will always that moment. I finally arrived in Dubai after about 17 hours of nonstop flying. I was super tired. I spent the first week just sleeping and getting used to the time change. In Dubai its always very sunny and very dusty because if it being in the middle of a desert. The best part about Dubai is that most people have really expensive cars over there. That was one experience that I …show more content…
After streaming for about 2 years I woke up one day to and did the usual things before I headed out. I went to an electronics store and picked up some items for my gaming rig. Then I later went to check my email and there it was the email that I had been waiting for about 2 years finally arrived I couldn’t believe what I was seeing I had the restart my computer to make sure that what I was looking at was true I even called my brother and told him to check the email that I got then later that same day I decided to open he email and see what it read. And in big bold letter it said congratulations you have been picked to be sponsored by us. I was so happy all those days that I spent just sitting in my chair talking nonsense have finally paid off. I was finally getting paid for what I have worked for. My parents kept telling me that the gaming thing that I was doing was a waste of money and a waste of time. So I called them over and told them that now I was actually getting paid by a company to do this. And the look on my parents face said it all. And It was not a small company that I was being sponsored by it was Twitch its self the streaming website that I steamed daily to. I was so happy the day I got the email that I printed out the email. The last thing that would go into my museum would have to be that email it has changed my life for that email I have been able to travel to different
When traveling to a foreign country you never know what to expect. Curiosity of people and cultural norms race through your head. That is how I felt the first time I flew into the Puerto Vallarta airport with my friend Ashley.
Imagine that you are going to go over to your friend’s house to have dinner for the first time. You pull into their white picket fence lined driveway and realize their white house looks nice with their blue shutters and their bright red front door. As you smell their fresh flowers outside, you can only imagine how lovely the inside of their house looks like. You walk into the front door and are immediately greeted by a wall covered in antique doilies. You think that it’s odd but still continue to walk into their living, which is also covered in doilies. There aren’t just a few doilies here and there; the walls are covered top to bottom with doilies. What is that strange material on their couches? - Doilies! Small doilies, large doilies, rug doilies, and lamp shade covered doilies everywhere. What have you gotten yourself into? Your friend comes in and starts to tell you about her “collection”. You wonder how it could be a collection when it has taken over her whole house. At this point you think that she is more of a doilie hoarder rather than a collector. When is having a collection something more serious like being a hoarder? Why do people even start collecting things and what makes an object collectible? These are just some of the questions I will analyze in this paper.
My artifact would be my limited edition Pokemon X and Y 3DS XL. The 3DS was launched at March of 2011 by Nintendo, but I didn't acquire it until the winter of 2013. The significant impact the artifact and culture had (has) prevented me from falling into depravity when my mind was filled with utter madness, doubt, and overbearing pain; it saved my very soul from being corrupted by the chaos that plagued my household. It helped me escape my
Coming to a foreign country is a daunting experience. When I first moved to America, I had to leave everything behind such as, - my family,friends, and life back home. Although I welcomed the change, I was also afraid. This fear hovered over me for a long time before I had the courage to let it go. My experiences, both good and bad, allowed me to break out of my shell, become a leader for my family, and strive against all the odds to achieve my goals.
Nobody really likes moving. At least I know, I don 't. Moving to another place you have no idea about is tough. When I was 14, my father petitioned my family to move to the United States. Upon hearing that news from my mother, I was devastated. Devastated that I have to leave the place that I grew up, leaving all my friends and family. I have to travel 10,000 miles across the glove to live in a place I have never been to. I have very little idea about United States before moving, I have only seen this place through screen, watched movies such as "High School Musical." From what I have heard and seen life seemed so much easier and happier in the US, but once I stepped out of the plane, I knew it would not be even close to what I have pictured in my mind.
It was a very cold morning on November 7th, 2000; my family and I walked into the big busy building not knowing what to expect, it was my first time ever being in an airport. It was also the first time for all of us to fly on an airplane. I was a curious six year old and the youngest of all my siblings. I would ask a lot of questions to my mom like “When will I go to school? What language do they speak in America? Will we have a big house in America?” We were all very nervous but, excited not knowing what to expect when we arrive in America. My parents took a big chance
A few months before all of this I was pleased with my calm life in a local city of Taiwan. I settled there at the age of two with my family, and things were going well so far. Because I lived there for ten years, the longest time that I ever spent living in one place, I had made really good friends and was not looking forward to any significant changes although my mom had told me a long time ago, we might move to USA to settle with our uncle and grandma. My mom also told me that the other reason we move is for a better education and life there but I was not listening at that time. I thought she was just joking around because my brother and I have always expected to have a vacation to other countries. By the time I finished my first year of middle school I knew that this was nearly impossible. My family was already packing up, cleaning out the house, and reserving four airplane tickets to USA.
It is my memory of first year in the United States. Back then, I was a between 16 and 17 years old girl who would be called, ‘fob,’ which means ‘fresh off the boat.’ I was quite shy, not fluent in English, exotic looking and nervous but excited at the same time. Coming to the U.S. all by myself, leaving behind familiar culture, friends and family was quite challenging at such a young age, but I was all ready to endure hardship and obstacles of language barrier, cultural difference and loneliness. However, the trouble that pushed me into the well of suffering that I could not see the bottom came from the most unexpected source. It was my host family; they were white with a middle-class background, living in a rural area. They seemed like nice and friendly people at first. They brought me and my roommate to various events and places where I can learn American culture, helped me learn English, taught us the basic manner accepted in the U.S. and even celebrated my birthday. Nevertheless, they had a contradicting side as well. The family had eccentrically strict house rules which gave us heavy house chore, and eventually it led them to treat my roommate and me like housekeepers in the
We got off from plane and headed towards the exit. My cousins and my family case worker were already their waiting for us. I was so shocked and the same time I was so happy to meet with my cousins after 6 years. This days too when I went to airport reminds me of that day. We collect bags and headed towards my cousin’s house, I was so hungry and I asked my cousin “what kind of food you made” she knew that we love Nepali cosine so she had made Nepali cosine. We ate food after that I went upstairs to rest. I was so excited and little bit scared to be here and start my new life in USA because I knew that USA life is different than Nepalese life style, however that day was my best day ever in my life. I felt like my dream came true. I had a lot of things going through my mind. Like what am I going to do, what is best for me things like
It was time for us to leave and board the plane to America. I was very excited to get to America, I was also anxious to see my Dad who I haven’t seen in months. The flight was long, I can remember in the air was my first time feeling turbulence, whoa let me tell you it was a scary one it felt like the plane was about to crash. I was anxious for the plane to land. When we arrived we exited out the plane and head out to the train inside the airport in order to go to U.S. customs and border protection, to get our documents sorted out, so that we could enter the country.
October 20, 2007, the day that I’m going to say goodbye to my hometown. I was born and raised in Philippines by my grandparents for sixteen years. It is heart-breaking to think that I will not see them anymore like how I used to. I was 16 years old, and it will be my first time to travel with my big brother in the airplane. Our trip from Philippines to Virginia is approximately about 18-20 hours. It is not a direct flight, so we have to change plane three times, and it is a long trip for us. I was crying the whole time when we were in the airplane. As soon as we reach our last destination which is the Washington D.C., we have no way of communicating with my mom and auntie because we have no cellphones. I was hesitant to
In “Whose Culture Is It, Anyway? ”, Kwame Anthony Appiah begins by pointing out that some of the museums of the world, particularly in the West, have large collections of artefacts and objects which were robbed from developing and poor countries. He then raises a question: who owns these cultural patrimony and properties? Our first answer may be that since they make up the cultural heritage of a people, they belong to the people and culture from whom they were taken. Appiah has doubt about this and argues that if some cultural artefacts are potentially valuable to all human beings, they should belong to all of humanity. He thinks that when they make contribution to world culture, they should be protected by being made available to those who would benefit from experiencing them and put into trusteeship of humanity.
One day I was talking to my friend on Skype and we were discussing the new Call of Duty game that was coming out. I was excited to get it as a Christmas present, he had pre ordered it. I asked “Where did you get the money for the game” he told me that he makes 120 dollars a weekend reffing little league soccer. I couldn't believe it, 120 dollars for six hours of my time every weekend. I immediately asked my mom to sign me up for the reffing certification class; she thought it was good that I was getting a job that paid that well for such a little amount of time.
I came with high hopes and aspirations. My hometown is not near Arizona, it is Lake Tahoe, Nevada, so going home for the weekend was simply out of the question. I had a great time for the first month, enjoying freedom. However, I was sitting in my room one night writing a paper with my roommate, and one of my friends from home called me. She said that one of her good friends from high school had just committed suicide earlier that day.
One’s personal possessions usually have value to them because they are something that a person can truly claim as his or her own. The most desirable and most valuable possession would naturally be love. With love some, but not all, desire material possessions. Last, everyone desires security to complete the last piece of the puzzle.