I had kept the cottage on the hill in sight all night and can sense there are two humans in the dwelling. The sun started to rise and the darkness faded, an older human female leaves the dwelling. She gets into a small car and drives down the road towards town.…
On a hot steamy morning, Nida Ware was blessed with a gift sent from God. That gift was me, Jaden Alexus Ware, who was born on July 3, 1999 at University of Mississippi Medical Center in Jackson, Mississippi. My beautiful mother, Nida Michelle Ware, is an RN. I have seven siblings. My oldest sister, LaShonda Ford, passed away May 2001; everyone says she was my twin. Next to the oldest is my sister Nysheka Ware, who is currently in nursing school to become a Registered Nurse. After her is my oldest brother, Jonathan Ware, who is a barber and tattoo artist. Then there’s Jasmine Graham, everyone says we look alike too. She is currently in nursing school to become a Nurse Practitioner. Nyjalik Ware, my second oldest brother, is currently still…
At the beginning of the year it felt like I would have never been able to write any paper that was more than two pages long, it just seemed impossible, but for the research paper I actually had to stop myself from going off and writing a twelve page paper. I will admit and say that English is not my strong suit, in fact it is probably one of my more difficult classes. But just because it is difficult does not mean I don’t like it. I like looking for topics that interest me and still fit in with the guidelines, I like getting involved in the paper and researching the topic until it feels like my head is about to explode. I never saw any of that coming, I thought that I was going to have to go through English and just pray…
The first time I met Anastasija was not quite the first time she ‘met’ me. In particular, before starting her high school education at NOVA International Schools, I had heard of Anastasija and her interests through my contact with one of her cousins, Ms. Bela Gligorova, who was my guidance counselor at that time. I was introduced to Anastasija in person in December 2010, right after I finished my college applications. An inquisitive young mind, a polite and thoughtful person, Anastasija’s curiosity and questions about my college application process and my high school accomplishments, struck me as novelty, since Anastasija was only in seventh grade at the time.…
Sitting in class, everyone is done and I haven't even got started because school is different for me. It takes more for me to understand and two times longer for me to finish. My full name is Martika Jannelyn Lane, I am 17 years old and I've lived in Hood River my whole life. Welcome to meeting me.…
Have you ever wondered where you would be if you would have chosen another path? Have you ever wondered how that choice could have changed your life if you would have made it? Often I look back and think about my past and look at the places I have been and the things I have done. Some things I’m not proud of. Some of those things bring back vague memories. Whether they are good or bad they still come back to me. Everything we do is based upon choices. After we make those choices there comes consequences. We can never decide our consequences, they just come.…
I came back to the house after dropping Lauren off at school to find Noah back at the house. "I thought I told you to leave?" I asked. "You did but I never left," he replied calmly. "Why?" I asked. "Because we need to talk about custody," he replied,"I was thinking I get half and you get half." "I don't want to just see my baby half of her life," I yelled. "Well neither do I," he yelled back. "Why can't we just be happy together and give Lauren a good childhood?" I asked. "I don't know. Where did we go wrong?" Noah replied. "I have no idea. Could we maybe give us another chance?" I asked shyly. "I... Um..... Guess we can try," he gave in. "Thank you," I said as I hugged him. We're going to fight for our…
Recalling the past film and television works, mainstream theme constantly changing. However, some topics have become old fashioned film-making at its best and are still popular nowadays. Hero, is one of the classics of the film and literature.…
My inner goddess was brimming with pride. This election was Kristi Yamaguchi’s gold medal. I bore on my shoulders ten Key Clubs in my division. Everywhere I went, I was reminded of my responsibility to fulfill my duty: “Did I tell my clubs that monthly reports are due on the 5th yet? Nope, got to send an email about that.” The notes and reminders app on my phone was in frequent use. In the hallways at school, I strode independently with an aura of self-assurance and maturity echoed in every step. I had a job to lead the clubs in my division and represent the Key Clubs in my…
The purpose and meaning of life, is to live it in the most meaningful way a person can. I work hard on this daily, and try to show the younger generation that life can be so beautiful in a lot of positive ways if you lead it the way you want it. My personal narrative will be away to express myself like I have not done before by using theories in my readings.…
It was a beautiful day in Plymouth, Minnesota. The smell of summer was in the air…
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.…
Most in the family called her Nani; in fact, everyone I ever witness engaged with her, called her Nani, except for one person, her daughter Marylou who always referred to her with some less than endearing term, the most common was “old woman.” Nani who has long passed was a delight. She stood under five feet tall, and weighted no more than 90 pounds, of which 80 pounds was all heart - she was fiery, witty, intelligent, and gentle. Nani loved people, adored children, respected everybody; she never refused anyone help, she dedicated her life to helping others –I assume it is for these reasons she took on the title of Nani. I once asked my father why everyone called her Nani, instead of Ruth, or grandma, his response was something to the effect…
As Hannah knows, I had to take my car in for some unexpected repairs today so am a little short on money at the moment.…
It took 3,000 men two years to build the Titanic. Three million rivets held its massive hull together.…