During the everyday routine it is hard to understand some sort of things happening around us. It is almost impossible to distinguish valuable moments and advice given us by our dear relatives, and it is also easy to miss the experience that can significantly influence people’s lives. I am not an exception. I remember the exact day when I seriously thought about my life for the first time ever. It was late fall and the weather was not the best for that time. It was cold enough to skip a day of routine and dedicate the whole day to reading. That day settled in my memory for good.
My life from Monday to Friday was not so interesting that it is even not worth mentioning. Nevertheless, it was Saturday and I decided to stay late in bed. It seemed to me that a new book I recently bought was going to be read that day. But a sudden
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I have never felt this way before and I still do not know how people call this feeling. Desperation? Confusion? No, I am sure none of them, but it has gone quickly away.
My childhood memories were over and my mind was filled with pictures from that time. Then, I could not stop recalling moments of different recommendations my grandmother used to give me. When I first went to school, she told me about the importance of knowledge. So, it happened to be that all my willing to study came from her words. When I went to the first date in my life, she told me about her love story with my grandfather. All these unnoticeable hints became now a significant story, in particular the life story.
When tears disappeared, all thoughts which entered my head were collected in one. It looked like I woke up from a dream and could not find myself in this place. Actually, this place seemed ordinary, but not for me. Tiny elements were decorating the room. Shelves with books, a fish tank, little curtains, cello playing… All of them made me feel comfortable, like I was sitting at home, in particular at my grandmother’s
I was filled with a new excitement after my discovery, and I quickly brought the shirtwaists to the designated location. I tucked the beautiful little book into my waistband and hoped my shirt would disguise its shape. When I returned to my family’s cramped tenement I was too exhausted to thoroughly examine the book. Home didn’t feel very different from what I was used to in the factory.
One night, I was consumed by my thoughts when Lenina showed up. While I was talking about Shakespeare and feelings, she was only considering physical sensations and seduction, which I couldn’t handle, I was so upset. Right after that, I received a call telling me that my mother was at the hospital. When I got there, she was dying, I don’t understand well what I felt in that moment, but the loneliness and the whole in my heart were huge, she was all I ever
she said. Under the honey-coloured light you saw tears cocoon her eyelashes, mascara in long moults from tear duct to chin. And over the rocks, over the water, over time and heartache--yours, hers--you glimpsed insights more fleeting than the wing of a moth. For that instant, on that cliff jump on that evening in July, you knew the answers to the questions she'd ask. But you knew, too, in a moment, you'd lose that insight and return to the clichés passed to you that would be passed on by her.
I was born on August 16, 1996. My mother has always told me that she knew I would be an impatient person: not only did I come a week early, there were only three hours between her water breaking and hearing my first cries. I was born into a somewhat poor family, but we always had enough to scrape by. A lot of people look back on their childhoods fondly, but I’m afraid I can’t say the same.
The temperature hit me like a truck, it was boiling. It reminded me of the weather of the Philippines. We unloaded our stuff. After that my parents asked me if I wanted to go with them and get groceries. I declined and continued on with setting up my room.
Silenced Night came quickly as we headed on our way home walking through a dark, silent street. The chilly weather outside made the nights here unbearable. It was so cold I felt like an icicle( hyperbole). This was the usual weather in London.
I always remember thinking that, there will be a tomorrow, that I will see my sister the next day; and one day I didn’t; and for me this was such a pivotal moment in my
It was still dark outside, and too early for me to be up and out of bed, so I decided to go back to bed, and sleep for a couple more hours. As I was going back to the bed, I smelled the delightful scent of my grandmother's cooking, so I
Experiences that occur throughout our lifespan can, and most often will, change who we are and how we perceive life. Some situations may be harsher than others, forcing us to take action that is out of our comfort zone. Others, on the opposite hand, may be more positive and teach us a manner of appreciation. Mark Twain, notorious for his novel The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, demonstrates this concept of self-development and maturation by emphasizing key events in Finn’s journey.
Jimmiela Bruessard 9th Honors Mrs.Smith Tonight? I stared into the dark sky, taking a deep breath. “Tonight...tonight.”
"Sometimes we need someone to simply be there. Not to fix anything, or to do anything in particular, but just to let us feel that we are cared for and supported." I wish that I had that "someone." I'm always that person for someone else, but when it comes to me, where are those people that I need to show me that I am cared for and supported?
There was no possibility of seeing anyone that day. It was raining. The weather was non negotiable. The people who dared to step foot outside had regretted their decisions to do so. Although I was perturbed by the event, I was glad as well.
I was still half asleep and I missed having a simple cup of coffee You. never realize how much you take for granted until it all gets taken away. I was still adjusting to not having all of my belongings and my regular schedule. Such as no sleep because of all the horrific thoughts going through my mind, at first I wasn’t sure if that was normal but apparently it is.
One foggy night on the night of June 12, 2011 18 year old Karan Brar had no idea what was going to happen to him, and that this day was going to change the rest of his life. A week prior to this day Karan had to write his last final exam. Karan had always been a average kid, on his grade 11 report card he got three 60’s and one 70. But on the day of June 12, 2011 his final exam scores were mailed. He knew this was going to change his life forever but what he didn’t know weather it was going to be for the better or the worse.
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? I got to school, seeing the old rusty sign that says “Bronx’s Middle School”. That sign is where my old friend group would meet every morning, but now it’s just a rusty old sign for me.