Putting the vinegar I didn’t smell anything but I did see the water was a change it was dark that’s when I added the vinegar 4 I added the detergent and it look like a cloud with bubbles. 5 The water at this time was turing brown at this time it had a smell of the potting soil. 6 The water was clean but with a light brown color it was not a bad smell 7 After the mixture between the water and vinegar mixer it was a color of a light brown between grey it was clean.
As a matter of fact, there was actually a time where I felt as I needed to get my nose down, which bring us back to line 6”You have a great big nose and fat legs.” Plastic surgery is passable to a certain extent. However if you're trying to get a complete makeover , I don't agree because everyone should love themselves the way they were born;the features that they picked up from their parents. We are so intrigued by plastic surgery because we see it happen all the time by celebrities whom we look up to. As I had mentioned before, there was a time that I felt uncomfortable with my nose and I felt the need to get it down. If I was offered a chance to get my nose down for free, back then I would have taken that offer in a heart beat however, looking back at it now I love my cute petit nose.
Because of this, Esperanza feels like she does not deserve to feel pretty. A proof of this is when Esperanza says, “ Everybody is laughing except me, because I’m wearing the new dress, pink and white with stripes, and new under clothes, and new socks and the old saddle shoes I wear to school, brown and white, the kid I get every September because they last long and they do” (47). Esperanza notices how everyone is having a lot of fun at the party, except for herself, because she’s wearing her chanclas. The one thing that hold Esperanza back from feeling pretty and having a good time are her shoes. Her family cannot afford to get Esperanza new shoes for special occasions, so she’s stuck wearing the same shoes she wears to everyday to school to the party.
It is essentially beautiful, the kind of beauty that we are always striving for but never quite sure we’ll make it to. Since mean girls know they’re already pretty (according to jerks or girls that hate them), I don’t understand why they cake on just as much makeup as the girls they consider “ugly.” Let’s take a look at the movie, Mean Girls.
Her shoes especially were way too contemporary to fit with everything else, but her other costume, a white dress with a green robe, blended really well and fit the time period. The other thing that I did not was Jonah Fujikawa’s character Phillip, I felt like at times he did not really know what he was saying. He had all of his lines memorized but the way he said them just seemed lost at times. One of the things I really enjoyed about the play was Charles Davis’s character, John. I thought Charles fit the role very well and portrayed John very accurately from his attitude to his boyish outlook on life.
It shows that it will not affect her or her family because the government has made it so she can barely think. It is very notable that Hazel was the one who watched the event because it exhibits that she can still process information and feel sad about it, but it will eventually be forgotten. In comparison, George was the one to watch the television program while Hazel was washing the dishes in the film. This is unusual because George is still forced forget because of his handicap. Although in both scenarios they are sad, they simply, “Forget sad things”.
Ms. Pettigrew seemed to fit the role well, except for I thought she would be dressed a little more properly. She also seems a lot older in the film. I get the mother/daughter relationship between Delysia and Ms. Pettigrew more in the movie than I did in the book. I thought Nick physically fit the character in the book, but I imagined him more violent in the book. Michael was good representation other than the fact that I thought he was more violent than Nick was.
Jones! I’m almost finished reading all the books... what are you getting?” Katie finally responded in a proud voice, flashing me the girlish cover of her thin book and puffing her chest up as if she deserved the “Biggest Junie B. Jones Fan” award. “I’m looking for the Harry Potter books, have you seen them?” I asked, scanning the never ending shelves on either side of us. “Well Ms.Aubrey said we should only check-out books levels three to seven. Harry Potter is a hard book,” she said, emphasizing the word ‘hard’.
I believe in naturalness. When I was little, all that my mother used on my hair was detangler and leave in conditioner. As I got older I grew to hate my hair more and more because of it’s frizzy curls. By the time I got to high school I got tired of straightening my hair everyday and I started to use gel in it but that still wasn’t cutting it for me. Now, I’m a junior and I’ve experimented and tested tons of products that are supposed to be for curly, frizzy hair.
Just enough time so she could ask me if I could take care of the twins by ____________. I don’t know why I told her everything was under control. When I got back to the kitchen it was a total chaos. Somehow they got _______ wet, so I took them to their room and gave them some clean clothes so they could dress______. That’s when I noticed that Ashley had hurt _______ on the finger.
Acne became a real problem for me starting at the age of eleven. I tried every possible method to avoid it; washed my face twice a day, saw a dermatologist, and I even started birth control to see if that would help. I became accustomed to having acne so I started to work my life around it. I started wearing makeup every day from the age of twelve because I began to hate my skin; I would not even leave my house without makeup on. This partially stems from the societal norm that women should have perfectly clear smooth skin.
When it finally had stuck a landing, it had landed on Ms. Gluon, but on its way over it doused her papers, and not to forget Ms. Gulon. They water drenched her greased hair and dirty outfit, the water pellets slowly going down her face, slowing as one pellet would run into another. It finally sunk in and Ms. Gulon face went bright
Later that day, with this sermon thumping through my mind, I went to Gloria’s Nail Salon in Alston because my sister had sent me a Groupon for my birthday. I had never been there before but acted like I knew what I was doing—like I always kept up with these things. Once in the salon, I sat in a big, leather chair in the middle of the room and sunk my feet into a small tub of hot water. When I looked around the room, I had never been so aware of myself. I was the only white person in the salon.
I wiped the fearful look off my face and put on my mask that I wore so well. This time, it was depressed. Confused. I calmly walked to the door, and listened to the creaking of the hinges when it opened. Focus, this is an act, only an act, and you are the star.
And, in that restroom’s small, scratched up mirror, I, for the first time, saw myself — or, at least, I finally saw race. Initially, I didn’t connect my reflection to my body. I remember searching for myself in that mirror, literally looking amongst the faces meticulously transferring bobby pins from lips to hair, and sealing unraveling braids with ligas for me. Now, I think because 1. everyone I knew had fair, pale skin and thereby 2. I had an environmentally based conjecture of myself in my mind, I tried to deny that the dark girl standing towards the back of that restroom was myself.