Blue-Colore-Personal Narrative

Songs can connect with how we feel and our experiences. Music has been a major part of my life ever since I was just a toddler. For me music has helped me express what I am feeling and who I am as a person. My therapy has been music, it has helped me through almost every problem I have faced. With listening to the song lyrics, we can get a true understanding of what the artist is trying to tell us.

“If life is a process of choices... to make choice a dozen times a day is to move a dozen times a day toward self-actualization... because self-actualization is an ongoing process” (111) these are the words of Abraham Maslow an American psychologist. In the story “Sonny’s blue” narrator was born in the street of Harlem, a worst place for any children to grow up. Only a person who escaped from Harlem knows, it is a hell in earth, where little boys used to steal from stores and young people became addicted to drugs. Throughout the story, narrator was living in pain only because he was too afraid to choose anything. But Sonny, younger brother of him was very close to self- actualization. From his childhood, Sonny never fought with father, never

Ever since I was young, I have always heard someone talking about Marquette. Part of this may be due to the fact that three of my neighbors have gone to Marquette and have absolutely loved it. Adding on to that, I have met even more people that have gone to Marquette that have really liked it and are usually successful in life. I met even more people at the Marquette open house that were from all over the United States and said they went to Marquette and they hope their child will attend Marquette as well. This made me realize that Marquette is truly local, since I know several people that have gone to Marquette that live by me and at the same time it is global, since I have met people around the United States, as well as other countries that

In Gathering Blue by Lois Lowry, I would film the book in color. A plentiful amount of the story talks about color and I feel that if the color scheme got taken away when filmed, it would drastically make the story a lot worse.

I felt kind of worried that what I wanted to happen wouldn 't happen wouldn 't happen.

Since I was a child, I have been living in a cold all white laboratory. Not knowing where I came from or why I am here. All I know is that, I was not to allow to ask questions. Everyday I was asked a couple of questions and was ask to take some pills. But today was the day circle with a red marker, on the all white calendar. My scientist came to my room. He told me that all of this was a lie. I wasn't the only one here. Billions of kids of all ages were here. Also he mentions today October 20 was the day that I and 5 other subjects will leave the lab. When the clock hit 3’o clock. I and the 5 other kids were ask to drink ta certain potion that made us unconscious. When we woke up. All we saw was a deserted unusual place. The air was thick

Entering my junior year of high school, I felt compelled to start a Bible study at my school. I enlisted some of my friends, and we began building the foundation of, Alive. We were aware that we would face animosity from peers, but we wouldn’t let it stop us. Unfortunately, administration was worried that we would spark an uprising of groups who wanting the opposite of what we were about. The red tape of separation of church and state was brought to our attention, even though we were not doing anything wrong. Nevertheless, my friends and myself put together a presentation and showed it to administration on why they could not stop us. As a result, I felt more empowered. I learned that with hard work and dedication, nothing can stop

“When a dance such as salsa is a part of an individual heritage, it typically learned without formal instruction within lived contexts such as family or community settings.” (Renta 142). Today, salsa is often taught in formal ballroom classes and performed in dance events. In these modern contexts, the dancing is much more choreographed and focused on technique rather than the enjoyment of the culture or history of salsa. Because of this, the dance has evolved to be highly sexualized and is often perceived as such. However, the true nature of salsa, again, focuses on isolation of the hips, shoulders, and feet. No matter what context, the most important aspect of the salsa is to match the movements with the music.

Beary White was given to Brayden before she was even born. My in-laws got beary for her and she has loved that thing since day one.

It was a dark stormy night as I drove home from work. I was taking a long winding road with many curves and no lights. I had seen the speed limit but I didn’t care I just wanted to get home. I thought that if i had made it through the other curves at this speed I would be fine. Later to come find out I would not be fine. The suggested speed was 35 while i was doing 65 and not paying attention just blaring my music shutting the world out. I was coming up to a sharp right and then sharp left turn and I had made the sharp right but I forgot i had to go left. I tried to turn at the last second but it was too late I hydroplaned across the road into the ditch and rolling over. Thats the last thing I remember before blacking out. This was not a road that many

“You don’t understand. Your baby is going to die.” I tried to focus on the words coming from the mouth of the doctor standing in front of me. Die? The word seemed foreign to me. As if on cue, I felt a strong kick from within. I reflexively wrapped my arms around my swollen belly. Dr.Lee frowned as I shook my head no. I was staring at the pin that was affixed to the wide lapel of his standard white coat. The pin had a black background with red text that read, “Doctors are Never Short on Patients.” His frown deepened as we both heard a weird giggle begin to bubble up from somewhere in my throat, which suddenly felt like it was closing. I focused my eyes on the pin as I wondered just how much patience this guy really had. I heard a terrible screaming begin from the curtain next to mine, as a nurse rushed in and pricked my arm with a wicked

It is 4:00am in the morning, and life begins anew in my household. Clothes are being laid out and breakfast is being cooked. The sounds of the morning begin to take shape. The coffee maker eschews the splendid flavors of coffee which engulfs the small apartment. These early mornings are followed by late nights. The life of a cab driver in the city of Miami is filled with tumultuous up and downs that result in great emotional strain. I truly did not understand the struggle that my parents go through to make ends meet and it was only after I matured and I was truly aware of the situation did I see the beauty in the struggle and the valuable lessons my parents have subconsciously instilled in me since I was a child. Their dedication and work rate is as inspirational as ever as I begin to reflect of their profound influence in my life and my decision to pursue a career in medicine.

I want her to come back. I miss her more than anything. I get that dad is trying to do his best; I mean, what is he supposed to do after something like this has happened?

"Natalie," Daniel said nudging me. I opened my eyes, stretching my arms out. Daniel walked over to the side of my bed and sat a tray in front of me. The smell of crispy bacon, hash browns, scrambled eggs and toast opened up my senses. I found my fork, and took a bite of the breakfast he had made me. I looked up at him and smiled. What had I done to deserve to be so spoiled?

The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison and The Color Purple by Alice Walker are two modern works of literature that initially unsettled and deeply shocked people around the globe. Both novels give us an insightful view on the inhumane treatment that African-Americans had to endure during the ‘60s and ‘70s in a white, male-dominated America. Pecola Breedlove is an eleven year old girl who is socially victimized and is absorbed with the idea that the only way to be “beautiful” is by having blue eyes and blonde hair like Shirley Temple. She is almost painfully optimistic in a very antagonistic white society who continually reminds her of her “blackness” or “ugliness”. When we are first introduced to Pecola, she is homeless. She is teased by her school boys Bay Boy, Woodrow Cain, and light-skinned Maureen Peal. Her only true friend is Claudia, one of the narrators of the novel. Pecola is sexually abused by Cholly Breedlove, her father. The incestuous rape scenes are nearly impossible for a reader to comprehend – but to understand Cholly’s action of raping his own daughter, it