Everyday individuals are influencing one another, whether it is the way one talks or one’s political point of view. However, Utilizing symbolism, Twain employs the river as a new beginning; however, society’s influences are unavoidable.…
A few days later we went to lunch. I was a student at the Brown Trail School of Preaching at the time, and we have an hour long break. I was enamored by her beauty and we got lost in conversation to the point that I was…
In June 2015, I had heard about a girl soccer player from one of my friends, about how good is she in soccer, and she has a nice personality. Her name is Daniela Tellez. I was new in Akron, and each one in my group that I hang out with knew her except me. Also, they told me that she has a big eye, cute face, a long brown hair and she is outgoing person. However, I was curious to meet her, and know her more and how she looks like. After I met her in my friend’s house she was different that I thought. With a beautiful brown curly hair, brown for shiny eyes that’s remind me of the honeycomb.…
I was in the sixth grade when I first met my best friend Jamilex. Jamilex and I were really close, we did everything together; our homework, went to the movies, hung out in the park, and often went her house where we had conversations about guys. We tried to spend time together as often as possible, because we didn't see each other during school hours since she attended a different junior High school. We saw each other every day after school to do homework together. I never thought I would finally meet a true friend but you know what they say, "Never say Never". I tried to do my best to keep her happy and be there for her when she needed a shoulder to cry on. Jamilex and I were so different but at the same time so alike. Her favorite color…
My first day on the bus, I met a very important person to me. She would soon become the closest friend I would ever have. We shared a name, the interest in video games, and the hobby of drawing. But, other than that, we were very different. She liked white milk and hated chocolate (a.k.a “tainted milk”). I was the opposite. I enjoyed the company of dogs, she was obsessed with cats. But, differences aside, we enjoyed sitting together during lunch and just doodling all over each other's agendas and notebooks. We never really had any classes together, aside from homeroom together.…
My first year of sixth grade, learning how to figure out the math and trying to understand my new classes. With one of my best friends by my side Amber Harris. Now let’s go back to the beginning Amber and I met at a daycare also known as Ross Country Day, when we were 5 years old. We would have Sleepovers, go to events have Halloween also known as trick or treating together. Then when I was 7 years old I moved away to Finneytown because my mom got married to my step dad Jared. So that meant that I had to change schools I went to Hilltop Elementary, which I did not like because I missed my friends at Ross. So, I to Reading AKA Hilltop for about 2 years. So Amber and I had not seen each other for a while we had no sleepovers had not made contact in…
I am most certain that the majority of students have or had a friend they have known for years. Someone they can be themselves around without any judgment. Well, I used to have a special friend similar to the described description. My former friend was one of those friends who are difficult to find and lucky to have. He and I had an abundance of similar interest. Unfortunately, all great things must come to an end, and this friendship was at its end. At this very day, I am still wondering as to what happened to our perfect friendship. I may never know the reason, however, I can bring some clarity into my understanding of this discontinued friendship. Throughout this memoir, I will describe my friendship with Anthony, analyze it through many perspectives, and compare how I felt three years ago to my current feelings.…
She is from Portugal and knew very little English. We help each other with our English and class works. While the ESL class was slowly helping me with my English, I exile in math since math didn’t need a language to understand. I was top of the class for my math skill and that made me felt so proud. The teacher called out my name to get a prize for my hundred on my minute math. I took that opportunity to make new friends with my prize. For once, I felt like I belong there with my classmates. Valentine came around and I got gift cards and candy from everyone in class. It was necessary to bring everyone in class a card but it still made me feel happy to see my name written on the card from someone…
My teacher ran after me and asked me if I was okay and if I wanted her to talk to someone for me. I looked at her and replied assertively that I didn’t need help, but I wanted to move seats since I sat right next to her. She moved me next to someone who I never really talked to, she was a new girl in 8th grade and I was only in 7th. She was smiling and asked me how my day was and if I was alright and needed anything. She was very kind and cared a lot about how I was. The entire time we were not singing we were talking about our lives. We became good friends. Sadly, she did not have my lunch. I ended up searching for someone I knew at lunch instead of sitting at my old table. I saw an old friend from elementary school and asked her if I could sit with her, she said yes and we began to catch up on old times. We rekindled our friendship and I grew happy…
It was a dark night I felt like I was in a cave without any ray of light, I heard many scary sound coming out of the backyard was just me and nature. My phone rang for five second, I stop watching the soccer game, was friend Maoly. I could hear from her low and shy voice that she was despair. Maoly was in another school but we were really good friends. After of talking for a while she ask me if I could did something to help her. She wanted me to explain math to her. I said yes, but I ask her Why now we're on summer?. She said I didn't pass math this year I gotta do recovery.…
She was from the poverty stricken neighborhoods of Trenton and was really looking forward to coming to my school for our annual carnival we held. She had seen me try to draw a butterfly on a child’s face and came over, tapped my shoulder sweetly, and proceeded to show me an easier and beautiful way to draw a butterfly. That day she helped me draw many things I did not know of and in turn I showed her how to handcraft her own bracelet. Till this day I use her technique to help me achieve flawless looking butterflies and other drawings.…
Nevertheless, as we kept talking I could only listen in fascination, our lives seemed so similar to each others. Our conversations were long, and laughter filled. We talked about our family and personal lives. We both became pretty close over the short amount of time that we had been talking. When it came to a more in depth conversation about of family, we both fell silent.…
The first moment I laid eyes on her, growing a friendship between us never crossed my mind, but that was the mistake in my part. She gave me the example to set aside the exterior differences and see each other for the equal human beings we were. This America was new to her but she took it as her own, she made it her own, and she made all in it as her…
It was great up to that point, but by the end of sixth grade, I became friends with two other girls and so I stop hanging out with Yannes as much as I did before, she also started to isolate me. We were kind of in the dead silence mood for couple of months, but this was breaked the day before I immigrated to U.S. That night before I flew, Yannes called me, she confess to me about how she feels for me not talking as much as I did and she started to cry, I started to cry too. We forgave each other, and we started to chat with each other again, and now she is the only primary schoolmate that still Skype with me every long holiday. Even though we do not have the chance to hang out with each other in person due to the extremely long distance, we still…
On that Monday, after I felt her walk subtly behind me, I followed her, and once again I was behind her, in the building and I saw her waiting on the elevator. I was really determined to see her…