Goodlife Fitness Jump Observation

Going to the gym has always been something I wanted to do to see results and improvements on my body. The Goodlife gym has and will continuously change my feelings towards Health and Fitness and the challenges you must face while overcoming the struggle of weight lifting, losing weight, as well as time management. First off weight lifting was one thing I struggled with while first going to the gym. Seeing others lift heavy weights such as sixty-pound weights while you can only lift twenty-pound weights can be really intimidating and at times I thought I should just quit, however I stayed with the weight lifting learned from others at the gym and overtime became stronger and stronger to the point where I am now that person lifting

``Once you landed here you only looked forward. So why am I always looking back? `` (Abela 13) The play Jump for Jordan, written by Donna Abela and first published on March 23rd in 2014, deals with Sophia, an archeology student, who’s Palestinian father Sahir and Jordanian mother Mara came to Australia as a first generation of so called Arab Australians in order to live a better life. The play establishes from the visit of aunt Azza from Jordan, who is willing to attend the wedding of Loren, Sophie’s sister. The play covers three stages of time. The first one is the past, where the audience gets to know about the lives of Sahir and Mara right before they came to Australia and the first time they actually are in Australia. The next time stage is the recent past which covers the conversation between Sophie and her mother or her sister not quite far apart from the next time stage the present. This is where the recent action action takes place and it starts right when Aunt Azza arrives from Jordan. The time stage that stands for itself is the imagination, which covers imagined conversations in Sophie’s mind that she has with her aunt and with her now dead father. In this paper I am going to argue that the imagination of Sophie has an effect on the present timeline in the play in order to show that Sophie is only able to build her identity when she comes to terms with her own past.

“Oh, I’m just reading Harry Potter,” she replied, not lifting her head up to look at me. With the start of middle school, I had few friends on top of transferring to a new school. So when I spotted Emma on the first day of school, reading a book amongst a vast sea of white polo shirts and navy blue shorts and skirts, I knew she was going to be one of my new friends. At that time, I did not particularly like reading because my parents always forced me to read over the summer. Like most children, I would have rather liked to have been playing outside. But as the months and years progressed at Notre Dame de Sion, Emma and I shaped a beautiful friendship around literature.

It is a challenge because of her and how she act she does behavior that much and when we are in our room and we had a bunk bed and when she was mad she would go on the top because that was her bed and I had the bottom. So it was so hard to deal with her and she is older than me but she act younger than me.

I agree with Weintraub. How are children supposed to know how much is too much. The commercials don’t tell the kids not to eat too much of their product or they’ll get obese. They say things like ” It’s magically delicious” and “ It’s great”. Commercials are meant to get people’s attention and get them to buy their product. Parents are the ones to tell their children to hold back on the sweets and eat something healthy with every unhealthy meal or to do 10 push-ups for every 100 calories eaten. Things that will sort of force them to stay healthy. There is always a way to eat unhealthy foods and still stay healthy.

On May of 2010 I went to Kansas City, MO to see my Grandma. This was my first long car ride since I can remember , nine hours going speed limit. First, we were in the rough side of Kansas, mostly because we lost signal and got lost. We couldn’t look out the side of the window or there was a fifty fifty chance we may or may not get shot. My father of course being him , decided to race out of the avenue we were then chased out by a gang. However they did not start a drive by and we made it out safe.

It was getting dark outside, only a red glowing disk was left in the sky. ’’Ouch.’’ I say as my neighbor’s kitten scratched my hand. My mum had left me here to go check up on my dad who had went to our little camp about a mile behind our property. She was worried. I wasn’t though because I was about seven and had no thoughts that anything could possibly be wrong.

I was raised in Arizona in the city of Phoenix. My Father used to work in a very small town call Cornville, Arizona, the town was about a two-hour drive from Phoenix. He would come down every weekend; sometimes he would stay for just the weekend and others the whole week. It was very rare that we would go visit just because any breaks that we had from school that were longer than two days, we would go to my grandmother house in Sonora, Mexico.

When I arrived at the home at 3:30 p.m., Bella was playing with her aunt while her mother was helping her grandmother cook. When I walked into the living room she turned her head and smile at me. I could tell right away she was very social and curious. She also said hello and smile. She followed me with her head and eyes until I sat down on the couch. After I said down she smiled and continued to play with her aunt. Whenever her aunt called her by her name she would turn her head and say, “yes Titi” or “yes pushy”. (Aunts nickname) Her aunt continued to play with her. Bella would turn instantly when she heard a noise. Bella is at the stage where she enjoys touching everything around her and pulling things apart. She loves to play with cellphones

Hi! Let me introduce myself to you, because I have been taught that it is the nice thing for people to do. I am darkness and I am known as fear, or something that haunts you when you go to bed at night. This is not the case with me, and one person in-particular, brought that attention to all the children in the world. This girl was named Emily. She was afraid of the dark. It all happened when I was trying to talk to my soon to be friend Emily. I was waiting for her to go to sleep so I could talk to her without getting her in trouble with her parents. I just wanted to tell her that I wanted to be friends. So when she went to bed. I snuck into her room and I filled myself to fit the room. For some weird reason she screamed and screamed and then started to cry.

In the CDC a selected J. there was several children in the CDC when I enter the first day to observe the bumblebees’ classroom. J was observing me for several minutes and I had a sit in the couch that bumblebees reading area have. After that, June came and have a sit next to me. It was a great experience for me, I felt great and decided to choose her as my observation child.

I am in a wheelchair. At that time I had a lot more strength than I do now so I used a manual wheelchair versus the electric one I use now. I actually didn’t spend much time in my wheelchair because so many of the games we played were on the floor. I would just crawl around from one place to another with my wheelchair safely in the corner.

Reading is such an important part of life. If you can’t read, you might as well be mute. How could you ever express yourself? Your ideas, your emotions, and passion? Malcolm X (who was, at the time imprisoned.) he “expressed being frustrated with his inability to express himself clearly.” (Malcom X 640) He was envious of Bimbi’s complete literacy and wanted to imitate that knowledge. When he tried to read, the words to him were an enigma. With him only being able to decipher a couple of words. What did he do then? Give up and deny himself knowledge? He found a dictionary, where he then wrote and memorized every definition in the book, building himself and his vocabulary up.

Shortly after my sixteenth birthday, something terrible happened to me. But, first let's start at the beginning. When I was five years old my parents got me the best gift a little girl could ever ask for, a puppy. My dad came into the house with what I thought was a black jacket in his arms. I was wrong, after he came into the kitchen the “jacket” popped it’s little head up, it wasn’t a jacket, it was a puppy. We named that little black fur ball with white paws Bailey. Bailey was my first dog, and she was perfect. On all those hot summer days she would chase us all around the house outside, she would never get tired. Bailey was my best friend, we even shared the same birthday.

I woke up terrified , those nightmares they keep happening. I was thinking to myself saying why haven't they went away. But suddenly my thoughts were disturbed by the yelling of my sister. I got out of bed and went down stairs where i had seen my sister jill making breakfast , she turned around and saw me , then she asked “ nightmares again ”. I answered “ yes ”. Then she had replied with “ hurry up and eat your breakfast we have to take you to your last appointment ”. I remembered that i had therapy but i didn't want to go i just want to forget about what had happened. I deeply sighed and ate then went upstairs and changed. Then when i had finished i walked downstairs when i had seen my sister on the phone , she was sad and stressed then i