The day was finally here. The traditional event for the seniors in Dominican International School on Masquerade Night was starting. For the students in Dominican International School, Masquerade Night, a fair at night, is the time to earn money for the class fund and have fun with the activities that each class and the Student Council planned. It was really satisfying when I looked at our haunted house and the huge line of people waiting to get into the haunted house. There were many challenges and obstacles that we overcame to finish this haunted house, or I will say everything was a challenge in this event. Looking at the huge line of people from above, I started to recall the memories from three weeks ago. Now, I was amazed by the results …show more content…
No one had done this project before, so it was a challenge for us to get the permission from the school board and the Student Council. It was a mind-blowing and an extremely tired job to finish the proposal when not everyone in the grade was cooperating. “Please chose your character or the role as fast as you can!” I had been repeating this sentence every time when I met those who had not decide yet. The process was annoying and killing. Adding more details and deleting unimportant information on the proposal became my homework. Finally, we finished the proposal two weeks before Masquerade Night. We handed our proposal to the Student Council, and it was admitted the day we turned in since most of the members of the Student Council were in our grade. “Belle! There’s something wrong over here,” someone shouted. “What is it,” I yelled. “We don’t have people in charge of the bags of the customers!” “I’ll go down and help! Wait for me!” Like I said before, everything in this event was a challenge. Unpredictable things always happen; it’s …show more content…
The hardest part of this project was to satisfy both classes. Whenever we had any activities for the grade or for the class, I had no idea, still don’t know the reason, that I was always the one leading the activities. Basically, I was pressured by both classes. As we started to prepare the haunted house, such as buying the tools and ingredients, arranging the staff and the ghost, and spending the money, the thoughts of both classes contradict to each other. When one class wanted to spend less money, the other class will want to spend more money in order to make everything more realistic. All these problems were pouring on me since everyone supposed I was the one who controlled everything and did all the things. Problems about expenses, income, and the system were crushing me down. I was falling apart, but no one noticed
The author, Edgar Allan Poe, using illusion or misdirection keeps the reader is suspense throughout this story called "The Masque of the Red Death". Symbolism such as the colored rooms, the impressive clock, the feeling of celebration being at a party all makes this story feel like a fairytale. Poe used this fairytale style and converts it into a nightmare in disguise.
could feel others pausing to watch the commotion as their eyes filled with excitement. Then the bags
entertaining guests at a masquerade ball. The story opens with a brief description of the
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As a Latina growing up in New York City with parents from the Dominican Republic, I knew the difficulties of living in poverty. As a child, financial arguments were a common thing, budgets were strict and extra funds were low. However, when it came to education money was not a factor. Education was the solution to poverty, with a good education you’ll succeed and obtain a great job. I kept this mentality with me throughout my academic career. I completed my undergraduate studies in Rhetoric and Communications in hopes of starting a marketing career. That quickly changed when I started my first post-undergraduate job.
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“It started on halloween night 2015, I was 13. I lived in a white house. It was three stories with big colorful flowers covering it in the summer. We had a big yard about eight acres. My room was painted orange and I had a pumpkin cover for my bed. But my mom made me put it away for christmas. But everything I had all my earrings were Halloween it was crazy. I went to school at Jacksonville middle school. It was a good school with a nice clean gym new bright red lockers. My friends were Ariel and Victoria, Ariel had long red hair with bright blue eyes and light skin she was also 13 years old. Victoria had jet black hair with big chocolate brown eyes that pleaded with compassion, she was also 13 and all three of us were
Mitty is one of those words I hear repeatedly on a regular day basis. Going to a Catholic school my whole life, I have been pushed towards private high schools. Above the other school options, Mitty is by far my first choice. Mitty has always been known to me as big in sports. Although there are sports that I would like to pursue in high school such as field hockey, after visiting the school for 7th grade day, shadowing, and open house, I discovered that Mitty has so much more to offer that I want to make part of my future. While shadowing Mitty, I was able to partake in a speech class. I have always heard the term speech and debate, but I never knew exactly what speech was. Participating in a class focusing on public speaking was remarkably
If students are aware of their ability to be involved in the Haunted House, they are more likely to participate. One way to accomplish this is by increasing advertising on campus. If students are offered incentives for participating, they will. Gift certificates from area businesses and free food will entice students to donate their time. Faculty involvement is crucial for the success of the Haunted House. Our findings indicated that students would volunteer if faculty offered class points to them for doing so.
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I never went to a single formal dance until my senior year. On nights when there was a