Although I dread going to school, it makes me feel like I have done something productive during the day instead of sitting around my house watching Netflix while eating a whole Chips Ahoy box. Anyways, that is what I’m doing now, getting ready for another dreadful day of school. I used to get my mom to help me pick out clothes when I was first diagnosed with color blindness,
“Wendy and Peter were coming in the front door, cheeks like peppermint candy, I was like bright blue Agate marbles, a smell of ozone on their jumpers from their trip in the helicopter.” He uses this to develop the innocence of the children on the outside, to later show the darkness growing in the children. The Veldt also uses mood to set a feeling of deep darkness. Ray Bradbury uses “And suddenly they realize why those other screams had sounded familiar” as a way to show the darkness that was solely
It is impossible for this enormous country to give all its thanks to one person. This country is home to millions as it was built by millions. Saving lives, superpowers, fame none of this makes a person a hero and none of it matters. Just helping another person because they are in need, that is a hero. Just being motivated to help someone for their sake, that is a hero.
Not only did great grandmas’ cookies impact my life majorly, the sweet Amish culture gave me a whole new perspective on life! Here I was on vacation in La Plata, Maryland enjoying what I would call a flea market and what they call is, making a living. We pull up and I am filled with curiosity as to why there are horses with buggies attached to them everywhere, and why the people behind the stands were only wearing certain attire. Little did know it’s because of their culture. I would have never guessed all these woodened cutting boards were made from two hands that god had given these startling impressive people.
As I roll down the window, I felt the breeze gently touching my left cheek as I smell the amazing scent of pine trees. I really can't believe that the day has finally come, the day when I celebrate my quinceañera. Quinceañera is an important event in the Hispanic community and it’s when a 15 year old girl turns into a woman. My godfather finally hit the brakes on the mini white Toyota truck and said “we’re finally here.” I open the door and set a foot on the ground, the look of astonishment has plastered into my face. “This is perfect!
We all do possess the ability to have quite the amazing back and forth conversations, but we are not the type to approach people first since we are the more bashful type. I would definitely recommend to talk to my family, though at the end of the day, it’s your choice. However, if you don’t, you will unfortunately be missing out on a good time. Then there is my house that doesn’t have the most substantial amount of space. I would recommend this house for a couple that is just starting their lives together and would actually be a decent amount of space for two people and maybe even an extra kid since the house would still contain an available room that would be a waste to not use and pretend that the room doesn’t exist or anything of that sort.
With only two bedrooms, one of them would need to sleep on the sofa. Considering the savings and camaraderie, I thought this was a minor inconvenience. Dan, older and more set in his ways, thought he would have his own room. “I didn’t know I’d be sleeping on the sofa,” he said, frowning. “You want the bedroom Dan?” asked Charlie.
This is a problem because you may often see me tripping over myself in the classroom, spilling coffee on my shirt or pants or getting my lunch in my hair and you will either judge me or laugh at me. I have learned to laugh at myself rather than worry about your judgment because I am convinced it is a genetic trait. My oldest son is the same way and that is one reason why I love him. If you really knew me, you would know that I drink way too much coffee in the morning. I started drinking it when I worked at a horse barn in high school.
During the day, she would ask me about my new school, do laundry and cook, just like old times; I would answer with simple sentences like “it’s OK” or “I’ve made friends” and help her with the chores. When she went out for grocery shopping, however, I would insist that I stay at home and read. As much as I enjoyed reuniting with my mother, I somehow thought reading alone was what I preferred to do. I would randomly grab a book from the bookshelf and sit at the edge of the bed to devour it. This time, a green covered book on the top shelf caught my eye.
While spending a lazy afternoon at home, reading a fiction thriller novel in my bedroom, and listening to Mozart, I can’t help but notice how everything feels different. It must be the oddity of having the luxury of time without worrying about any academic matter, but I know there’s something deeper than that. I was away for only a year and a half except for holiday breaks and the short weekend trips I make when I have time. College is tough to deal with especially when away from home. UP makes it too difficult to beat.