During my first semester of college, I felt like this course overshadowed all the others. I faced many challenges, gained better habits, and even increased the value of myself as a scholar. Not only did my professor provide her students with the course material she built a confidence inside of us that will allow us to be able to tackle any task, especially pertaining to any written compositions. The things that I have learned from this course could and will be applied to any and everything I do from here on out, whether that writing an essay or even taking a test. Again, the journey was long, but I will be forever grateful for the things that I, and all of my peers have gained from this
Moving from a highly diverse community to a less diverse community has to be the weirdest yet interesting culture shock I ever had to deal with. As a young child, I did not know about the outside world. I thought everyone rides the bus or the metro, graffiti on the wall is normal and traffic wouldn’t matter as much since everything I needed was within walking distance sometimes. There were shocking things I learned once I moved to Nebraska.
“Why don’t you use your locker? You’re going to have back problems before you even graduate”. These are words that are repeated to me daily, almost like clockwork. I carry my twenty-pound backpack, full of papers upon papers from my AP classes. The middle pouch of my backpack houses my book in which I get lost to distract me from my unrelenting stress. The top pouch holds several erasers, foreshadowing the mistakes I will make - and extra lead, to combat and mend these mistakes. Thick, wordy textbooks full of knowledge that has yet to become engraved in my brain, dig the straps of my backpack into my shoulders. This feeling, ironically enough, gives me relief - my potential and future success reside in my folders and on the pages of my notebooks.
We had strolled along for 150 yards before a car turned into the road. We panicked and ran to the other side of the road to hide behind the cars. Sometimes, it seems, when you are surprised, your instincts take over and you hide, even when you otherwise might have stood there and let them see. We crouched behind a car, me in front of Natasha, both of us facing toward the sound of the approaching car. I was crouched down so my ass was resting on my heels, my knees spread and my hands on the sidewalk in front of me, as though I were playing leapfrog. Natasha was crouched down right behind me, her right hand resting on my back, her left hand steadying herself on the car.
During my freshman year of college, I had met one of my best friends, who go by name Jill. (She lives in New Jersey and while I live in Pennsylvania) I found it to be strange that sometimes, it feels like we have grown up with one another but in reality we have only one another for four years and I couldn’t be more thankful. I can remember when we met at school as if it was yesterday.
I didn’t have the easiest childhood, I grew up in a small town on the south shore of Nova Scotia with a population of around ten thousand people. I went to a small French school up until grade six. The school went from primary to grade 12, but it only had just over one hundred people. I made the decision to transfer to a bigger school about half through grade six. I wasn’t really sure what to expect because I had only ever had small classes before. I missed the orientation day that happens in June for some reason so I went in a few days before school started and I got a tour of the school from the secretary. On the first day of school I didn’t really know anyone. There was this one girl that I knew from before, but she transferred from the French school a year before me and had already made a group of friends. The first few weeks were a lot to get used to, but I managed to do fine.
Mommy said, “Honey, we’re moving”. I jumped up and down in excitement. A new house, a better one I thought. We were switching from plane to plan for almost two days. I still remember when I was at Gerald R. Ford airport, looking around and it was a totally strange place that fill with strangers. I realized that I was in America, my head spinned around and my heart started to beat faster.
“Bye, Ray.” Realizing she held her breath, she exhaled. Now, what? She could log in and check for any new work orders. That would occupy her time for a little while. She walked into the study and logged into the company site. There were three work orders in the queue. These would take up the rest of the afternoon.
There I was playing an intense soccer game out in a searing summer day. My grandparents, along with the rest of my family, were there at the beach to see my game. I was mostly known for how fast I was, so people referred to me as the “rapido piojo blanco,” which was the nickname my grandfather gave me since I was the only white person in my family. Being a child I never realized how precious time spent with family really is until it was taken away. After every soccer game, my family and I would watch a movie. It so happened that the horror movie we rented took place in an arctic location about a gigantic snow white monster murdering innocent people with its shark-like teeth. In conclusion, I didn 't get enough sleep because of the many horrifying nightmares I had. After being showered with gifts my mother broached the subject of her new boyfriend, what she described, he seemed like Ken the Barbie doll. As I dozed off, I hear heavy footsteps heading towards my direction, and then I saw it. The snow monster from the
This class was far more intense than what I expected but I was able to make it through the semester. I learned a lot from this class that I will carry into the future and use in other classes. All of the revision and feedback I have received during the time in the class helped me in the end. I feel like I am gradually becoming a better writer. I will take everything that I have learned in this class and use it for future reference when writing papers. I overall have enjoyed this class this semester.