One winter morning, long ago, I found myself standing before a fire place, warming my hands over a mound of glowing coals, listening to the wind whistle past the houses out-side. On the walls behind me you could see my tall, blacked out, shadow shivering, trying to get warm. That same morning I was waiting for Santa Clause to collect his cookies and milk but, he didn't turn up. I was so disappointed, I felt like making a whole puddle of water tears near the window ledge; still waiting for him with my last hope, but he didn't turn up. My dad came in the room quietly without me noticing, because I had my back turned towards him. I think that he ate and drank the milk and cookies. The reason why I say that is because he came towards me, got down on both knees, side by side with my shoulders, put his right hand on my head and whispered in my ear. "So Santa Clause came didn't he." "No, no he never, the milk and cookies are still there," I replied. I turned my head slowly towards the plate and with a surprise it was gone. The cookies were drunk and the milk was drunk. I looked at my dad with the biggest smile on my face, when I saw milk trace above my dads top lip. That was me at the age of six. Since that day I haven't believed in Santa Clause. A year and a half has past. The bright sun light is shining up the white, quiet room. Y weary eyes can't barely open from the light. I was trying to open my eyes to find my way to the bathroom. After I had washed my face, I was wondering to myself why is the house quiet? Why aren't my brothers and sisters running around the house like hooligans? Why aren't my parents shouting at each other? So I went down stairs to find out what was happening. When I finally reached the bottom of the stairs, I looked around and saw the whole
a cow laughs, does milk come out of his nose?" So I took what was left of the
The sound of music, filling the air with happiness, resonates throughout the area. The scent of delicious buttery popcorn and glazed turkey legs that go on for miles and miles. The feeling of excitement coming into the place is felt in the atmosphere. It is the image of a once in a lifetime moment. When people come in, their imaginations become reality. The name describes itself perfectly. Walt Disney World is the place of dreams and imagination. People come from all around the world to see the rides, characters, food and the entertainment of Walt Disney World. I remember when I went to Disney World this past March. It was the third time I have gone to Disney World. To see the amazement and the expectation of the
Langston Hughes uses poetic elements to express the reader his feelings towards America. Langston Hughes is very upset that America is not what it promised to be. Living in America, he never saw America to be the land of the free, what it promised to be. Instead, he saw America to be cruel to him and now wants to change America to be the country of the free he thought it was. He expresses all his emotion about America, in his poem, Let America Be America Again, by using connotative diction, repetition, narrative tone and organization; poetic elements.
The author of “My Two Lives” describes herself as Indian-American because she was obviously Indian with her heritage greatly defined in her house with her parents, but she describes herself as American because of life she lives outside of her home. She used examples saying that she could speak English without an accent, and things that her parents had little knowledge of, such as books and music, entered her life. She found herself becoming more and more American, but she also had the constant reminder that she wasn’t. The author said she felt neither Indian nor American because as an immigrant she felt like she needed to stay completely true to the culture of her family, but she also felt that she needed to adapt to the new world. She felt
What kind of person does it take to risk everything she has and take a chance that could change her life forever? It would be a chance that could affect her physically, mentally, and financially. Most people would keep what they had and had worked for rather than risking it all. In The Bean Trees, by Barbara Kingsolver, Taylor Greer took a journey to get away from the small-town Kentucky life that she has known forever. She drives west, not knowing where she is going, but that she has to get away. Throughout Taylor’s journey, Kingsolver showed how Taylor changed, grew, and thrived both physically and mentally as time progressed.
Arthur Miller is the author to The Crucible; a play set in Massachusetts during the witch-hunts of the 1690s. The townspeople accused others of being witches they would later be tried and hanged. If they agreed to being a witch they were to be set free. One main character is John Proctor. Due to his high pride, when he was accused, he would not give up his own name and say that he was a witch. He is a true tragic hero because of one error in his life which he made led to his downfall.
Music means many things to many people. Music has the power to transcend boundaries, motivate, inspire and influence our emotions among other things. Throughout my life music played an important role, especially during my more troubling moments. Many of my dearest and fondest memories are easily relived by merely listening to music. My musical tastes have changed as I have grown. During different time periods in my life my musical sensibilities provided the soundtrack that I lived by.
For many years I would pass by the house and long to stop and look at it. One day I realized that the house was just that, a house. While it served as a physical reminder of my childhood, the actual memories and experiences I had growing up there were what mattered, and they would stay with me forever.
A trip that changed my life for the better, one that shaped me into the young man I am today. The Odyssey was a trip that taught me lessons no classroom, teacher, textbook or video could have ever taught me.
My mother seemed so happy. In my reflection of the situation her dream of a family had come true. She had me and my father, we were spending quality time together. She wasn't too fond of fishing, not that it was my favorite thing to do either; but my father was taking us. Wow he loved fishing. It's funny, I can't really remember what my mother was wearing but then again she wasn't in the picture. She was behind the camera and I think sometimes my memories fade when there isn't a picture to remind me.
Ever since I was about six years old, I wanted in the worst way to go to Disneyland. I would hope every year that my parents would chose Disneyland as our next family vacation destination. I dreamt of the day I would come back from Disneyland with exciting tales of adventure and a pair of sparkly, ruby red and black Minnie Mouse ears of my very own that would be the envy of every kid in my elementary class. Once I finally went to Disneyland, it was amazing; Disneyland was everything I had expected and more. However, a couple years later when I returned to Disneyland, it was different. The rides, buildings, and everything in the park did not have the same allure. The magic I had experienced as a child was no longer there.
The journey of life follows a predetermined pattern; we evolve from needing influence and guidance to finally reaching that point where our lives are up to us. I consider myself very lucky up to this point in my journey. Some people become sidetracked and wind up on a far different course than initially planned, but the detours I made have only assisted in embellishing the individual instead of devouring it.
Persistence, passion, perfection. All vital factors to master if you are to be successful, not only within the boundaries of education but throughout life as a whole. Throughout my 4 years of attending Kealakehe high school my mental strengths have been put to the test, multitudes of assignments requiring time management and organization skills in order to be wholesome and meet the standards you set for yourself. I have been thoroughly challenged by the high end education offered at Kealakehe high school, optimizing my chances for success and the ability to strive in college. I have never ceased to challenge myself, partaking in many Honors courses throughout the years, and despite enjoying the challenge and furthering my education I was unable to sustain a high GPA. Currently my GPA is a 2.5 but I aim to improve it as best I can my final year here, I lightened my course load to ensure my success while still challenging myself by taking an AP course. Despite briefly being a part of Interact I haven’t been as involved as I’d hoped throughout my high school career, other responsibilit...
The house was old. My grandmother lived in it most of her life. The house was
My personal philosophy for managing my diverse second grade classroom, has been created through past experiences, various theorists, and personal observations. One of the theorists that contributed to my philosophy is William Glasser. He defined the teacher's role as being a leader to the students rather being a “boss”(Glasser 1990). Before anything, as the leader, I will implement reasonable rules at the start of the school year. Having set rules, routines, and consequences beforehand, will reduce the chances of not knowing how to handle a bad situation. I strongly believe that each child is different and capable of being successful. They need a safe, fun, and challenging environment in which to learn and mature socially, intellectually, physically, and emotionally. To be an effective second grade teacher, classroom management should be what establishes a good foundation for all the students. It is my desire as an educator to help students meet their fullest potential in an atmosphere where there is trust.There are three elements that I believe important to make it work, (1) the teacher acting as a guide and not a boss, (2) allowing the students to create the assignements according to their interests, and (3) promoting respect for one another.