The story ‘’The Home Place’’ by Guy Vanderhaeghe is about a relationship between a father and a son. Throughout the story, the readers see and understand the reason behind Gil and Ronald broken relationship. In this story, the author implies that when a father puts is love for is land before his son, their relation will suffer. Vanderheaghe explains his theme with the help of the characters traits, the setting and conflicts.…
By helping to meet the needs of my classmates I understand that it is a very crucial part of our classroom. We want to be comfortable with each other, as well as guest, so that there can be meaningful discussions and interactions.…
The sun shone vibrantly through the trees and I loved the way it complemented the gold leaves. I started to notice the incline to the top of the hill, it was steady unlike the Adirondacks where you go up and down. When I got to the top I saw a spectacular view of the surrounding neighborhoods and way in the distance I saw the buildings of Rochester. As I stood there I admired the pure beauty that lies so close to home. It is hard to believe that a wilderness like this one could be surrounded by suburban neighborhoods. Being higher up and in an open space I could really appreciate the mixture of golds, oranges and yellows it was different than being on regular ground level. I thought to myself ‘’I should do this more often, it’s peaceful and healthy.’’ I felt a certain peace with in me while I’m in the woods, suddenly my phone vibration broke my train of thought. It was my stepmom texting me to see if everything was okay, I replied yes and I’d be back at the trailhead in a short time. The leaves snapped and cracked under my feet on the way back and the crisp fall air made the not yet fallen leaves dance in the trees, it was getting later in the day. I was three quarters through the loop so I was still fine,I wasn’t…
It is hard to say what affects someone to become something, especially when we are living a high technology life surrounded by things that can inspire us to become someone we want to be. But I believe that we are all influenced by the environment around us, both positively and negatively. Throughout Esperanza's, Junior's, and my life there are things that have affected us to become who we are. One of the key influences for all of us is our surroundings, specifically the environment where we lived. Esperanza has been affected by her surrounding because she didn’t live in a good environment that she can be proud of her, but rather be ashamed and feel uncomfortable.…
Isolated. How else was I supposed to feel? Lost maybe? How was I supposed to cope with a decision I knew I wasn’t a part of. The sound of the rolling tires against the highway asphalt fused with the sound of the humming from the car engine. I had just spent a week in Yosemite as part of an 8th grade trip and had come back to realize that my parents had bought a brand new house. It was all excitement and happy smiles until my dad told me the location of this new house... “Fremont.” The words rebounded off the walls inside my brain as the echoes became more distant, my heart moved into my mouth as anger swelled from my stomach and bubbled to my throat. Cupertino was all I knew. I labeled it as my home city, even though I wasn’t born there. What…
frequent interaction with classmates and faculty, as well as, being engaged in a supportive learning…
I took a stroll off campus through the direction I have walked the many times I decide to accompany my friend to work. The Three Links Campus is widespread across the right side of Forest avenue road, existing in it’s own little world in Northfield. It’s isolated yet surrounded. Isolated in the way it stands out from the many common residence homes on the left of the road, and the way it’s white short fences silently beg you not to trespass. Yet it is a world that holds the world of so many others. Old people come to live or to die there, that much I know.…
I have been awake before dawn at 0645 am all thanks to the scream therapy in the shower, I am washed by the cool air, air which seems that no one is breathing yet. I know where I am suddenly, I am part of this quiet and beautiful town and I am happy. Suddenly, the pure melancholy, first blue of morning begins. The air where one can bathe in. the electric shriek of a train, heels on sidewalks. The first birds. I am part of this town now.…
But, before all this there was one unchanging variable: my hometown. It was all I knew and all I thought I would know. In Marble Falls, everyone was content with who they were in the community. There was no pressure to impress anyone or be somebody that you weren’t. This attitude created an overwhelming sense of comfort and security. My biggest worries were often as petty as beating my brothers in rounds of “Mario Kart” or getting the game winning strikeout in front yard baseball. Sure, the first thing that comes to mind is that I was living in a bubble, and yes, I was definitely living in a bubble, but I lived truly loving every minute of life. However, I was young and naïve and like my ancient ancestors, I failed to realize there was another side to the world.…
Finding a sense of belonging to a place can influence an individual’s sense of acceptance within the community and culture or opposingly can enhance their sense of isolation and alienation from society.This is reflected through Raimond Gaita’s memoir Romulus My Father and Manfred Jurgensen’s poem Bonegilla 1916 through extensive literary devices.We learn individuals perceptions of place and their ability to adjust to new places governs their ability to belong and feel at home with new cultures.…
Although these facts came as a shock to me, they also piqued my interest. Because much of my growth can be attributed to the extracurricular activities I have invested myself in, I cannot imagine myself without the demanding cross country practices, or the baked goods I sell to raise funds for Relay for Life, or the Gwinnett Student Leadership Team seminars that my peers and I plan for our school. Although, at times, I become more stressed with the extra demands of my club activities, the fruitful results allow me to relax as my efforts become tangible. By running, baking and socializing, I was able to briefly escape the academic pressures put on me by…
A common place amongst this university to some would be the housing dormitories. As some may consider me as a loner, I consider myself someone who is keen of privacy. My dorm is a place where I can gather my thoughts, my emotions and grasp reality. Being new to Massachusetts, I could describe any place I gaze upon; all being a new sight. It is too bland of an experience to describe a park, a beach, or a garden, because everyone has painted their own unique pictures of these familiar experiences. So I chose the campus dormitories, well my dorm. The sights, sounds, feelings and smells that occur are just as remarkable as sitting in a park observing the life around me. Looking through my fifth floor window I can easily see two miles into the distance. The sun sets off an explosion of reds, blues, oranges and purples into the sky, that are visible to any naked eye. The red rooftops infiltrate my window screen and reflect off my mirror. The streetlights resemble stars that are masked by Salem’s inner city light pollution. The naked maple trees in the near distance are breaching over the multifamily homes; the abundant pine trees are full of life and blooming with greens and strength.…
Having a friend in a class makes students feel like they will enjoy the class. According to Edutopia, an educational foundation, “Environmental design shows the positive effect comfort can have on learning human productivity, and creativity.” This directly relates on how the student feels about the classroom. When sitting with friends, the student is more likely to feel comfortable and be a part of the classroom. However, when a student is not in an environment, say with people the student is uncomfortable sitting next to, the student is more likely to feel disconnected with the class. In addition, Edutopia has done a research on the engagement level of students. Their research has shown that students who are engaged “Are more likely to persist through academic struggles.” When engaged in the class. Letting the student sit next to his or her friends gives that engagement that improves learning.…
One favorite place from my childhood that I remember fondly is my grandparents' house. On one hand, its marvelous location is inforgettable to me. On the other hand, I have a lovely remembrance of all the funactivities my family and I did there. In adition, other memories include the delicious meals we enjoyed there.…
After a few hours of class, I rushed for recess as usual. To my surprise again, there was pizzas for sale. Never would I imagine that pizzas would be sold in our school canteen! I shared a large pizza with a few of my friends. It tasted delicious. Since our recess duration was extent, there was still some time left for a match of basketball.…