Meow Persuasive Speech

Meow. I hear an imaginary cry. Meow. There she goes again. I wish she were real, and that other people could hear her too. Meow. Are you hungry? Thirsty? Lonely? It could be anything, but really, I have the power to decide what she is feeling. If she was hungry, I could pretend to give her some fish. If she was thirsty, I could pretend to give her a bowl of milk. It’s all pretend. It had to be. After all, I didn’t have the responsibility for it to be real back then. But still, I carried her around everywhere I went. Although I owned other animals too, she was special. I gave her a name, “Nyan-Nyan”, Japanese for “kitty”. I was constantly asking where she was when not in my hands. “Nyan-Nyan wa?” (Where is Kitty?) “Watashi
Another 5k marathon. It’s Thanksgiving day, and before we feast, it’s a family tradition to participate in the Turkey Trot. It’s the worst part of the day. Some people are dressed up. My family just wears the black and green jersey. Beep! And so it starts. I try to pace myself, finding people I could try to keep up with. A bit more than three miles is over three times the distance I’m used to running in PE. My brother, Ken goes ahead. Mother falls behind. Father runs with me for a while. Jog, then get tired and walk. Repeat this for about 40 minutes, and you’re exhausted. Whenever a mile checkpoint comes up, relief washes over me. “Good” is how I feel after completing it. Now, the fun begins. After last minute shopping, Father and I make dinner. Ken stays in his room. Mother starts making Christmas cards. Carols play from the radio and make the process more festive. While the turkey, Suzie was cooking, I read my book. 15 minutes posterior to coming out of the oven, Suzie is being stuffed in our faces. She lasted for days, but the memories of Turkey day with my family lasts for much
“Hello, America! I’m back!” Japan is a really nice place. With much more freedom and independence for children, than this free country. They could go to almost anywhere they wish. Especially teenagers, who may not even drive yet. Oh, the teenage life. Fantasizing what it would be like is all I can do. School would be amazingly fun, with lots of subjects we don’t have. Spending time with friends all day long, going to cafés after school. Participating in club activities almost every day, with people who have the same passion for the activity as me. A subtle romantic life. But, in the US, I don’t get to do a lot of these things. However, there are certain things I’m grateful for, living in this country. For example, the climate. Comfortable is the only word that can describe the weather here when compared to the suffocating humidity in Japan. Not to mention the bugs and mosquitoes. Learning how to read and write the language is probably the hardest thing about living there, since English is much closer in my range of abilities. Therefore, I love living in San Jose, my home sweet