House on Mango Street response After finishing House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros which is a “coming of age story” genre. Point of the author was to express everyone's hopes and dreams. In the reading Esperanza shares her stories throughout the vignettes, she expresses her opinion toward a certain topic and also talks about stories of the people she meets in the neighborhood, furthermore talks about her dream house that she wants to have in the future The vignettes included mostly opinions on a certain topic or told a story of someone who Esperanza meet. Esperanza tries to express herself on a lot of topics but the most important vignette that I showed most emotion was on page 99-100, in that vignette Esperanza expresses her anger…
Social responsibility- is the process whereby people function as good citizens and are sensitive to their surroundings.…
Today is perhaps one of the most important days of my life. It is the day I take my placement exam that determines which major you will be put into at the higher learning institution. Shakily I finish getting dressed for the day, I am adorned in a pair of navy pants and a grey button up with the number 84 on the cuff. Each year the society gives a number to every child born. I was the 84th child of the year so that is the number I was assigned, many of my other classmates have number ranging from 20 to over 200. I slip out of my room and jog to the end of my hall barely catching the last lift to the 97th floor where the test is administered. Not everyone gets invited to secondary school, for 75% of the world primary is the end, they didn’t pass, and would be taught trade jobs with little opportunity for advancement. Due to this pressure of the test looms over me and the memory of leaving my mother and family take over my mind almost daily.…
Throughout my life I’ve had many different teachers, but none quite like Mr.Ibnabdeljalil. Mr.Ibnabdeljalil is a teacher who is always there for you in a time of need, a teacher who goes an extra mile for his students. I’ve known Mr.Ibnabdeljalil for about two years and he has always been there to guide me in the right direction. Mr. I has sat me down and talked to me like a father would talk to his daughter. There have been times where I’ve wanted to give up, but Mr.Ibnabdeljalil’s advice and long effective talks kept me going. Around the beginning of January last year I lost two very close friends in a car accident, the death of my friends caused me to crash. After their death my grades started to fall and I started to lose interest in everything.…
It all began towards the end of junior in high school. I was walking towards the end of the lunch line when a man dressed in a nicely pressed tan shirt and dark blue pants with very shinny shoes approached me with a smile and said “Hello, bud how is it going?” I stopped and looked at him with a concerned facial expression on my face and replied saying “I am fine sir?” With a smile and on his face is laughed and asked if he could have few minutes of my time. I replied “Sure you may” wondering what he was going to say. As I began to approach the table I began to notice a lot of flyers and paper…
The following passage is a recollection of events from a sniper incident that happened on 3 March 2007. I was assigned to D Co 1-8 cav, and we were located in Northern Baghdad. I will go over the sequence of events, also the outcome of the situation. I will also go over the lessons learned from what transpired that day. I will conclude the Passage with a brief description of all that was gone over in the PEM.…
One of the worst days in modern American history is September 11,2001. That day was a horrific day of events. On that day the leader of Al-Qaeda Osama Bin Laden ordered the attack on the Twin Towers in downtown Manhattan. This attack was the worst attack in history. When the towers came down it killed almost 3 thousand people. Ever since I was young I have always had a great deal of respect for our service men and women. I come from a military background. Both of my grandpas were in the military. When the attacks on 9/11/01 happened and I got older and came to understand more about what happened I became infuriated about it. I became infuriated that thousands of innocent people died at the hands of some gutless bastard who just wanted to kill Americans just because they were a American. Being an American is everything to me. It means that I have freedoms that other people are not fortunate enough to have. When something happens to my…
This topic is geared towards the issue of racial discrimination. As a basis for the discussion, this topic will present a case of discrimination against Negro citizens and their right to vote. This case will show the conflicting roles which the different aspects of the government play in order to display an attempt to address this social problem. At the same time, this topic will show how the government can have no control over the forces within the society that have a far greater influence on the perspective of human beings.…
It was the last month of July, a couple of weeks before my middle school years ended. I was very anxious because of the idea of leaving my school where I was comfortable with everyone, where my circle of friends were what I looked most forward to when coming to school every day. The day I was going to graduate came closer and closer, I hated how the time was ticking by so fast when I didn’t want it to. I had spent the last 2 years with the same class and teacher, my class mates were like brothers of mine. After all, it was the last time I was going to see my friends Raghav and Karanbir. Weeks flew by as fast as the wings of a humming bird; it was only a few days before the big day, graduation day. As expected the day had arrived, on my way to the banquet hall I felt my head filling up with bizarre scenarios of how it would be like in high school with new teachers, older people and new faces from different school. When I got out of the car I made my way through the main foyer, the banquet hall was decorated so distinctively, I felt as if I were a boy down the hall way of the Queen’s castle ready to be awarded as a Knight. As names were being called to step forward towards the stage, I heard the principal call out “Shreelesh Kaliraj” and I got up with great pride and walked cautiously bit by bit towards her. When she handed me the certificate I was as proud as a father who had just seen his child walk for the very first time. The certificate was 8x10 inches made from stiff hard paper; it had my name written in clear bold letters in the middle of the certificate with a shiny elegant sticker right beside. I quickly walked back to my seat knowing this was the last time I was going to see my close friends, at first I was feeling down due to the fact after this day we would all go separate ways to shape our future but I couldn’t let that thought ruin the entire day for me because at the end I knew meeting new people and making new friends was part of…
From Holly Springs to Apex we moved in a rush and as soon as possible. I kept to myself mostly not wanting anything to do with leaving the house or talking to anyone but occasionally my family. The first day of middle school is one I’ll remember for a long time. All my friends from elementary school were all going to a different middle school then I was so on the first day I knew absolutely no one. Because we moved so late in the summer I was considered a late transfer student, so on the first day of school they still hadn’t made my schedule yet. I was stuck in the office fighting back tears for all of my first 3 periods waiting for them to finally finish my schedule. Because I was late to my classes on the first day I had to wait to set up…
Last Saturday, I was going to play basketball at my school. When I arrived at my school I realized that I needed to read a book for my school test. So I had to choose between playing basketball or reading a book for my school. My basketball teacher needed me to train that day, because he wanted to test a new basketball strategy. But the book would have a big importance in my test. If I played basketball, I would get bad marks in the most important test. This was a difficult decision I wanted to play basketball, but I couldn’t get bad marks in the test. I solved my conflict by talking to my teacher and said to him that I couldn't play basketball, because I needed read the book. My teacher freed me so I could read my book for the test. Finally…
On the first day of November, I went on a learning journey with the primary four classes. I went to school but it was not a normal school day. I sat at the parade square waiting for students to arrive in the early morning. I was so engrossed in my conversation with my classmates about going to East Coast Park for a camping trip. We were really happy that we were going to stay at the campsite for one whole week! A few minutes later, the bus arrived. Soon, we left the parade square and boarded the bus. In the bus, we were so excited that our hearts were thumping with excitement. Everyone was seated in the bus. The engine started and the bus drove off. We were all feeling jolly. Everyone was talking to their friends so the bus was noisy.…
My worst day ever was the day my brother fell out the window, and almost died. My brothers name is Ali. He was born on January 9, 2004 and is the fourth child in our family. He was eight and a half years of old. It all happened on Tuesday September 11, 2012. My day began like any other day not knowing what was hidden for me, I thought that this was going to be a great day. I had no idea that my brother was going to fall from the second floor window and almost die. In this essay I will be informing you about how my day began, to how he fell and what happened at the end.…
A school is place of learning for a child. It is a training ground for him. Here every child forms new associates, comes in contact with boys & girls of different temperaments and forms new ideas and habits. It is here that she prepares herself for the stage of life. So the right type of educational school is for great importance for her.…
When I was fifteen-years-old my dad sent me to India, a place that I have never been to. He wanted me to go there as an exchange student and live with a family for three months. He was under the impression that my English will improve over there, but in fact he was mistaken. It was a struggle for me to leave my family and friends and travel at young age, but I had to live up to my family’s expectations. When I first arrived to India I left abandoned, I didn’t know anyone there. I didn’t know what to do or where to go at that time the challenge begins and starts the changing point of my life , so I had to take the train on my own to go to the city where I was supposed to stay for the next three months. The family greeted me kindly and made me feel welcomed. The only problem is I didn’t feel like I was at home, I felt like a guest even though they all kept telling me “this is your home now.” I thought about my family constantly therefore, I had to keep in touch with them most of the time. However, I had to take responsibility at a young age and do my best to stay strong even though I always felt insecure and thought about going back to my country, but I didn’t want to disappoint my family hence I had…