unbearable sadness. Much like a potter molds clay our experiences mold us for the better and erstwhile for the worst. I have two memories of my early life that stick out most to me. My first memory I want to share is of fracturing my arm. I was eight when this transpired. I went to a day camp every summer. The camp was in the neiborhood where I grew up‚ so all my comrades went to the same camp. We would play all kinds of games and there were many activities for us to participate in like swimming and
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Since the first time I started to write my first sentence‚ I was faces with the challenge of putting my thoughts on paper. I could still remember‚ the first time when I had to write my first assignment where I had to write about what I wanted to be when I grow up. It could be my dyslexia but my mind can’t seem to implement my thoughts onto the paper. I knew what I wanted to be‚ but didn’t know how to turn those words into ink. This has played a big role in my challenges of writing a paper‚ email
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My First Offhand Speech My heart is racing‚ my legs are trembling‚ and I am sweating all over. Why am I so nervous? It’s not the first competition that I’ve attended‚ why is this different? For me‚ I could only come up with one reason. As you all might notice‚ the school’s annual offhand speech contest is approaching. And‚ as a result of my sophisticated consideration‚ I have decided to let Albert to represent our class. Our teacher announces the shocking news as I sit in my chair empty minded
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My first experience with snow that I remember was about eleven years ago when I was seven. I remember my grandmother telling me with an exciting tone in her voice‚ "Were getting some snow!" At the time I didn’t really understand why she was so excited; I mean I had seen it on TV and it didn’t look that exciting to me. Well I went to my room and looked out the window just about the whole day. I waited and waited but never seen one flake of snow. I suppose you could say I was just a little disappointed
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journey to becoming a stronger believer in their own religion begins with their parents’ active participation in their faith formation. As a catholic‚ my journey started with baptism when I was born and it became stronger when I received my First Holy Communion. First Holy Communion is a Catholic Church ceremony. It is the colloquial name for a person’s first reception of the Sacrament of the Holy Eucharist. Catholics believe this event to be very important‚ as the Eucharist is one of the central focuses
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My First Unforgettable Evening |remember |happened |cheeks |scene | It ( ) many years ago‚ when I was a little girl. I can neither ( ) the beginning nor the end ‚ but whenever I think of the ( )‚ tears flow freely down my ( ). |young |carried |trudged |imagine | |visiting |overcoat |flooded
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My First Plane Ride The 21-hour voyage all begins when you step aboard the Boeing 747. For me this was my first plane ride. My parents and I were departing from LAX and our destination was Myanmar or Burma. I was probably 6 years of age waiting to see my relatives in Burma for the first time. Before we took off I was so excited‚ but when the plane started to take off my excitement turned converted to fear. Fortunately‚ about 2 minutes later the plane lost its slope and the roar of its engines
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Repetition‚ Symbolism‚ and Word Play in Hardy’s “The Man He Killed” Because war is a mysterious entity‚ Thomas Hardy wrote “The Man He Killed” to emphasize the occasional inadequate reason for conflict‚ and the range of emotions someone may feel after engaging in conflict that an individual might feel unnecessary‚ and after taking a persons life simply because he was my “foe”‚ especially in the Boers Wars in which the British colonized South Africa‚ in which this poem is set. Hardy is able to convey
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My first day at college was so fantastic that I have never met before. I used to think about the class in college which is different from in high school. The most things that I was wondering is about the course study to get the credit which make me blank and the assignment too. I was not use to change from high school to college that why I was a little scared when I went into the building‚ and I saw so many students that I did not know. I was surprised that we have class all day and there
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Rose‚ then 13. It was my first day at my new school. Enthusiasm and happiness filled my heart to its brim. The sound of bell‚ signaling all students to assemble was heard just when I was about to set a step. Thus‚ I followed the flow of students to the hall‚ listened to the principal’s speech‚ and headed for my class. I barely managed to keep up with the lesson as math was not easy. But I convinced myself to work harder and aim for the top. When break time hit‚ I gathered all my courage to greet a
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