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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Malcolm X writes about his experience as a young boy‚ wanting to be like the people around him. During the time period this short story‚ My First Conk was written‚ racism was very much alive. There is a short paragraph written about the author before the actual short story. This section reveals some of the background of Malcolm X. His entire family was targeted for the color of their skin. Back then‚ the ‘normal’ people were people with white skin. People with white skin had straight and smooth hair
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The First Day of School "Finally‚ the great day dawned" I had thought as I leaped out of bed excitedly. It was the first day of school and for the first time in my life I had woken up before Mom woke me. I sat on a broken swivel chair twisted around and wondered how my first day of school would be. After a while of which the length I do not know while I was imaging horror and wonder‚ Mom entered my small room which was nevertheless cozy. I do not also know how long she was there without me noticing
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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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My first memory of school is the first day of primary school. It is my first day without the toys and a dress with a nice style. Primary school was far larger than my small kindergarten had been. It was a nice day‚ with hope and happiness and a lot of fun. I pretended to be a good kid‚ sitting on my seat carefully. Listening to the teacher‚ a kind beautiful woman called Miss Zhou talking softly to us. I observed the small tables and the small chairs change into the desks‚ without the colors; the
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reconstruct my first visit to Nigeria. The journey took place when I was seventeen in early 1993‚ during which time Nigeria was under the military rule of General Sanni Abacha. For the most part of my trip I stayed in Lagos‚ former capital state and still highly recognised as the commercial capital of Nigeria‚ although I did visit other parts of the country including Ondo State and Jos. Between this time and the time I left‚ in early 1994‚ I experienced and learnt a lot about the Nigerian culture. My main
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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 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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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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MY FIRST DAY AT COLLEGE OR MY FIRST IMPRESSION OF THE COLLEGE Points: Introduction – My first day at college – New atmosphere – Conclusion. My first day at college is an important event of my life. To me it is an unforgettable day. During my school days. I had a glimpse of college life from my elder brothers and sisters. I was most curiously awaiting the day when I would start my college life. I thought that the college life would offer me a free life; here restrictions would be few and
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