I never thought this day would come. I mean, I did know it was coming, but I just never thought it would be this soon. Since birth, Lina has been my older sister, my companion, my confidant, and moreover, my best friend. As years passed, I acknowledged that we were getting older, and that the date of her departure was getting closer, yet, I did not want to believe it. Since last year, she had been in the exhausting process of applying to universities, and by the end of May, the University of New Orleans (UNO) granted her with a generous scholarship. With a smile full of pride and amazement, she accepted the scholarship and reserved her space in the Psychology field in the UNO. Overshadowed by the great news of her scholarship, we failed to foretell the gloomy days that were close to arrive.
All the years we spent together are now images that rest in the back of my head. The memories remain, but the days and nights we laughed and had midnight snacks are long gone. All I can do now is sit down and wait; wait for time to take its toll, wait for the sun to come and go, wait for four months for her to come back home. Lina left on August 19th, leaving a sea of emptiness behind. She was hopeful and optimistic, but tears streamed down her cheeks as she waved goodbye.
She was sitting down on a suitcase full of memories with her knees bent together trying not to fall. Wearing a brown flowered shirt that enhanced the color of her skin and a pair of blue jeans, she had a vague resemblance of my mother’s youth. Her head rested on her hands and her elbows on her knees. As two little birds, her eyes soared through the airport looking at nothing in specific. Her nose inhaled the sweet scent of the Nicaraguan people, while her lips quietly ...
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...th Lina, and I torture myself regretting the constant disagreements we used to have. Flashbacks come to my mind, like in the movies, where there is no sound, only the image of your beloved one smiling or laughing happily. I keep crying and crying, without being able to stop, and even though I know that her departure is for the best, I still cannot picture myself living without my best friend.
The day finally came, and I was definitely not ready for it. I believe that no one is ever ready to let go a person you had loved for over 16 years. Nevertheless, my time came and I had to. I am happy because I know that she is happy. It has been a month already since the day she left, and I miss her as much as I did the first day.
August 19th was the day Lina left to start a new phase in her life. Now all I can do is wait eagerly for December 12th when she comes back home.
She lifted the hat one more time and set it down slowly on her head. Two wings of gray hair protruded on either side of her florid face, but her eyes, sky-blue, were as innocent as they must have been when she was ten. Where it not that she was a widow who had struggled fiercely to feed and clothe and put him through school and who was supporting him still, “until he got on his feet,” she might have been a little girl that he had to take to town.
In the vignette titled “Hairs”, the narrator, Esperanza, compares the diverse hair found in her family. For every member, their hair is unique and individual amongst others. Her fathers is wild, her own is untamable, her brother Carlos’s hair is straight, her sisters Nenny’s is smooth, and Kiki’s is furry. However, her mother’s hair is special. To Esperanza, her mother’s hair is comforting, sweet, and soothing. The way Esperanza views her mother’s hair, is similar to the way a child in general views their maternal figure-- a loving, warm, and caring presence. Through this excerpt of the novella, it is seen how much Esperanza loves her mother and how she, and the rest of the family, are associated with pleasant memories. Another side of Esperanza seen in this section, is how she
In Paul Toughmay’s “Who Gets to Graduate,” he follows a young first year college student, Vanessa Brewer, explaining her doubts, fears, and emotions while starting her college journey. As a student, at the University of Texas Brewer feels small and as if she doesn’t belong. Seeking advice from her family she calls her mom but after their conversation Brewer feels even more discouraged. Similar to Brewer I have had extreme emotions, doubts, and fears my freshman year in college.
In “My Mother Pieced Quilts”, Teresa Palomo Acosta shares memories of her mother making quilts. As she is remembering she talks of,” lounging” on her mother’s arm while her mother sews,” somber black silk,” from her,” grandmother’s funeral” (73 Acosta). While this memory at first brings an air of sadness and the reminder of death, it also provides a glimpse into how Teresa has been shaped by this memory that within sadness there is also comfort.
You feel your heart pounding as if it was trying to hammer its way out. This is the last time you are ever going to see her again. Soon after, you feel a tickle upon your cold, dry cheeks. You try to hold it back, but to no avail. Your sobs echo through the empty warehouse and before you know it, you are crying, as if the entire world and all of its beauty has come to an
In the days leading up to her graduation, she was so excited about receiving her diploma for her academic accomplishments, even though she hasn’t accomplished a lot in life by experiencing a little bit of it. She felt like the birthday girl with her pretty dress, beautiful hair, and the presents she received from Uncle Willie and her mother. She felt like it w...
"We were going to sadder. That was true. But were going to live. And that mattered." (303)-Ramiro Lopez
As I sit here on this hillside, I watch the sun start to set and think about everything that has happened in the last few days. I can’t believe that it is mostly all over. I have finally returned home to Ithaca after 20 years. The battle with the suitors is now over, and I have won. Telemachus and my father are heading back to the palace now, where Penelope awaits for us. When I was originally reunited with Penelope, it wasn’t as good as I thought it would be. Penelope has changed over the past 20 years and I don’t really know how I feel about her.
Born in Manchester England on July 15th of 1918, Brenda Langford was an only child whose father was a music critic, teacher, and journalist and whose mother was a young singing student from a broken home who left school at fourteen to work. Brenda’s father did not trust formal education as he believed that it stifled creativity, therefore, Brenda was home schooled until the age of eight. At that time, her father passed away from tuberculosis and she was sent to a girl’s school where she fell in love with the subject of mathematics. She received a scholarship to Cambridge in 1936, but realizing that she would never distinguish herself at Cambridge in mathematics, she switched to the study of psychology. She knew nothing of psychology but quickly fell in love, realizing that with her innate curiosity, the subject was a perfect fit for her.
It was a warm sunny day in the summer of the nineteen nighties nine, at the Jersey Shore. Sally stood outside her grandparents ' house with hesitation. Should Juan and I have come? Sally thinks to herself. Sally then begins to gaze out at the ocean 's shorelines. As if time had stood still and the world faded away. She closed her eyes and took it all in. It made her think of all the wonderful childhood memories that they had achieved there. Sally remembered playing in the sand, swimming in the ocean, the bright sun gazing down upon her and a boy. This place had memories that Sally would never forget and treasure forever, for that kid now a man was always in her heart and her life.
Today as I sit in a graduate class I realize how closer I am getting to the dream I once had as a child. I, Dominique Jerome a Haitian-American always dreamt of being a teacher at a high school and college level. My love for history has grown each and everyday from the second I started attending primary school. As I sit back and recollect on myself as a maker, I realize without my culture, my motivation, my family and passion I would not be where I am at today. My hopes and dreams are to be an asset to the world of academia whether it’s in the classroom or outside the classroom.
With her curly hair pinned up and her leg shaking nervously, Tricia searches for both potential employers to work for and Master’s programs on the Internet. In the midst of her psychology textbooks lay piles of GRE practice tests and Graduate school applications. For the past year this has been a daily ritual. As she clicks around, her eyes glaze over and a headache sets in; but she tells herself to stay focused. Graduation is quickly approaching, and she feels a lot of pressure to figure out what she is going to do next year.
When I was younger I thought my sister was always going to be there. I never thought she would die so young. She died when I was in 5th grade so I was around 10 or 11 years old. We had our fights and now I wish more then anything that she was here. She missed my first homecoming, my graduation and many other important dates in my life and there is still more she will miss. Now that I'm the only child in my household, it’s terrible because...
One thing that I never thought about is how it would be sad to leave my parents. At the end of the ceremony, deep in my heart I felt very sad. I looked at my parents and when I saw my mother was crying I felt like my heart would burst. I realized that starting tomorrow I was going to be without my mother. I thought how it would be hard to say goodbye to the home where I grew up in.
“The future stretches before me, waiting for me to create the work of art that will become my life.” We have entered an age for celebration, an era to memorialize who we were, who we are and who we will eventually become. Celebrate this milestone greater than all the others, for it is the time we have spent here in our high school careers that will always be held close to heart.