My opinion is that I would be interested in going to MSSU. Some reasons why are‚ my dad works at MSSU so I wouldn’t be completely new. He could introduce me to some of the teachers‚ so they can have their own opinion on me. My grandparents also live nearby to the university. It is not a very crowded university‚ there are fewer students.It will be easier to go to class without a bunch of cars‚ people‚ and stallers. My dad works at MSSU as a department chair and teaches spanish. He could introduce
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The best lesson my dad taught me was……. To always be honest. I’m glad he taught me this because at home if I do something wrong and he knows I’m lying and I tell the truth‚ I get in less trouble instead of getting things taken away. He tells me the odds are in my favor if I listen. I agree with him because I wouldn’t want my kids to lie to me. You always get in less trouble if you don’t lie. I only lived for about 13 years but every single second I learned more and more. It always ends up embarrassing
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My dad is going away. That is all I could think about the entire length of the car ride to Brighton. Mom says we will all be okay‚ that Daddy will be home soon‚ but there is something about the way she keeps on repeating it that makes me wonder if there is a secret that she is still not telling me. Dad and Mom both keep locking eyes and Dad periodically glances up into the rearview mirror to check if we are all still asleep. I keep my eyes squeezed shut so he doesn’t know I am listening but it is
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loved listening to music. He was an engineer. And saying “my Dad died when I was 11” rolls off of my tongue in a way that it never has before. It’s been nine years. Time has passed. Things have gotten easier. His death is no longer where my thoughts default when nothing else is distracting me. I don’t think about him every time someone mentions his or her father in conversation. And‚ I don’t think about him every time someone asks about my own family. I do think about him though. Every single day
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It was a beautiful warm sunny day in August and I went on the bridge pedal with my Dad. The Bridge Pedal is a 33 mile bike ride that rides over 10 bridges in Downtown Portland and when we finished I wanted to ride my bike somewhere. Well when we left is when the incident happened and changed my day from good to bad. I had to go to the ER and get stitches. It was a good day and here’s my story that changed my day. To begin the day we got up a 6:30 am and rode our bikes down the hill to get breakfast
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My father is a very traditional‚ conservative‚ religious man. A product of his time‚ upbringing‚ and culture. Abandoned by his mother‚ neglected by his father‚ and raised by an aunt who already had too many children of her own‚ my father has always had to fend for himself. From an early age he had to start working‚ I was once told by him that in the absence of his father‚ he looked up to his bosses for a role model. A lot of them were drunks and chauvinist. My father grew around these men‚ idolizing
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[insert name of school]. As you face a new academic year‚ my advise to you in our elementary school graduation speech is... Premium Implementation Of Feeding Program In Obrero Elementary School identified factors to the implementation of feeding program in Obero Elementary School. Significance of the Study This study is significant to the following target... Premium How i Felt On The First Day Of Kindergarden just like I am. Now its my very first day of kindergarten. Boy I was scared. The memories
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the life of a SUPERHERO! David Klein 11/5/08 GREEN It was a very sleepless night. My pillow was not fluffy enough and my night light just seemed to be too bright. When I woke up‚ I was in a different room. Wow! This room was beautiful! The walls were made of an elaborate satin wall paper. My dressers were made of what looked like to be the weirdest shade of wood and the tops made of a teal blue granite color. My bed was different
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My Daily Superhero My favorite superhero does not have superman figure‚ or the agility of Spiderman. My favorite superhero does not run like flash or fly like Iron Man. Also he does not have the strength of the Incredible Hulk. By contrast‚ he is short and now even has to wear glasses to read the important papers. My favorite superhero has no coat‚ no Batmobile‚ but instead has many debts and a lot of gray in the head. My favorite superhero‚ no doubt‚ is my dad For nobody else‚ my father is a hero
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“Believe none of what you hear and half of what you see‚” Dad reiterated as I became a young woman. But growing up‚ I relied on what I could see‚ what I could touch‚ and what others shared with me. I held my peers and teachers words as peremptory and gained a sense of false dependence. As I entered my third year of high school this changed. “I need you to translate what this man is saying‚” Dad explained as he drove through our neighborhood. An older Hispanic man with a hat‚ long sleeves and jeans
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