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It was a beautiful day in Plymouth, Minnesota. The smell of summer was in the air…
In today’s society, most people communicate using of cell phones. Just 15 to 20 years ago, cell phones were a rarity for the average person. The average income person could not afford a cell phone. Today, cell phones are affordable and the majority of people own them. The days of waiting until you are home to use a telephone or searching for a pay phone if you are out are long gone. In fact, pay phones are being removed, which increases the need for a cell phone. The government will provide a cell phone with limited monthly service for those that are low income and meet certain criteria. The cell phone has also created people to feel the need to be accessible to constant communication. The major problem lies with cell phone use while driving, which presents a constant danger on the road. In many instances, it is a deadly danger.…
I felt this sense of fear, but I knew it was just nervousness. It caused my whole body to tremble. I creeped onto the field and pass by the fifty girls and all of the coaches. Just me walking by everyone gave me this ginormous knot in my stomach, it made me feel like I was going to pass out right on the field. I was breathing heavy, like I just ran a marathon. I was beyond nervous just to be the new girl on the field. I was scared of what the girls thought of me, and how the coaches thought I would play and adapt to the sport. I had never even picked up a lacrosse stick and the girls were passing, catching and shooting on goal: how does a new player get to there if they were two week late into the season? I was terrified I would never get to the level of the rest of the team.…
and my right knee was bleeding from an inch-wide gash. Later, after I had been examined by teachers and directors running the camp, I was taken to the Duke emergency room, where I got three stitches in my knee. Thankfully, I was not kicked out of the camp.…
I remember the first time I created art. I was seven years old and I was already in the midst of learning about myself. The pencil crayons felt like paint brushes as I let my inner artist run wild. I felt like Matisse himself even though I had no idea who that was at the time. I drew a rose and an off-coloured clownfish that looked more like Tiger. Although the things I drew had no significance, the idea of creating something captivated me ever since. I practiced baking to settle my need for creation and ended up falling in love with the hobby; baking is what fulfilled my need for creation and decoration. I still satisfy my need for art by occasionally visiting the Art Gallery of Ontario or drawing silly sketches the on scrap pieces of paper…
One would think that purchasing your first home would be a very fascinating experience; after all it is one of the most major purchases of your entire life. In America, home ownership ties in with the American Dream and the spirit of working hard to one day earn through hard work a home with a white picket fence. My husband and I felt that it was time for us to reward ourselves for all the hard work we have been putting in over the years by purchasing our first home, which was well overdue. I quickly learned the process of purchasing your first home can be very frustrating and stressful. However, if you survive the home buying process the reward is priceless once you move into your “American Dream.”…
As a kid, I did’nt try in my work, or study for test. Because it was just me and my mom and she was always working and never checked my work, so I always goofed off. As my mom started dating, she found a guy and married him. He started noticing what i was doing and helped me with my work. This was a new concept for me, so all we did was argue. As years came by I started focusing on my school work and actually trying, atho I kept getting missing assignments and not doing great for I kept trying. In seventh grade, I still got missing assignments. This year I got more organized and planned things out, I started studying more, I did my homework more, and never really got any missing assignments. Even if you don't do great the first time, try again…
I was only 5 years old when I entered to my first soccer team and I was also very short, my coach use to call me “el chaparro” which in english means “The short guy”. My parents didn’t force me to play, I wanted to play on my own. I wanted to play because when my dad took me to a soccer game at the Philadelphia Union Stadium I saw a famous soccer player named Javier “Chicharito” Hernandez, he signed my shirt and told me “Tu vas aser un gran futbolista.” which means “You’re going to be a great soccer player.”, and that’s what inspired me to play soccer. I joined my first soccer team because when I first saw my uncle play it made me want to play, my dad took me to play soccer at a soccer field and I loved it, and also because Javier “Chicharito”…
Being an African American female that was raised by a single parent whom was my grandmother took on a role after realizing that my mother and father was to incompetent to take care of their kids due to drugs. My grandmother took on the responsibility of raising me and my two sisters in a middle class city on the eastside of Cleveland. Although it may seem like we were doing good because of the area we stayed in but being raised by a single parent was a bit of a challenge. I remember not having Christmas’s as well as having to get clothes from the goodwill; so seeing my friends and a few cousins that were raised in a two parent home or just having their mother and father in their lives I would envy them just because I would watch them get the…
I have seen purpose and meaning of my life evolving over the five past years. Five years ago I was just a senior in high school, I had no idea what I would be doing five years from then. I knew I wanted to go to college but I did not know what I wanted to take up. Here I am five years later taking online classes going for my BA in Human Resources/Management. In high school I was not motivated enough because I had not developed my whole personality. I had not grown up and realized that I needed to do something with my life.…
I was born into a blend of two cultures. I was raised in a Mexican-American household, my family of Mexican descent and the society around me American. I was living on American territory with Mexican customs and American expectations. My family wanted me to be better than they ever had the opportunity to be. My home became my safe place; My community was my shield.…
"Pardon me? Would you be able to please rehash that?" The first words out of my mouth when my specialist had let me know I required a cornea transplant. His words were like Charlie Brown's instructor. Right then and there, what I was hearing was "wa." My heart dashed at 1000 beats a moment. "Goodness, my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!" were the words originating from my mouth. In spite of the fact that I have been advised of my eye decease three times preceding this appointment, this time it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was amidst the tempest that I had stayed away from for a long time. ''What you have, Mrs. Sides, is called Keratoconus. You will require a cornea transplant." Those were his last words I could make out. The rest…
A gorgeous example of denial is the story about a little girl who was notified that a little brother was on the way. My reflexive essay is about my brothers. Growing up without little siblings is great. There are no worries about sharing or fighting. I loved being an only child. Then my first little brother came along. Justin. At first I hated having a little brother. I hated that no one paid attention to me anymore. Then I guess I got over it. Matthew came along shortly afterwards, and it just wasn’t a big deal anymore. At first the thought of having little brothers annoyed me, and I couldn’t stand it, but then I started thinking about my life and how good it was compared to other peoples. Having little brothers meant I always had someone…
Point of view is the perspective from which your story is told. It encompasses where you are in time, how much you…