In life is better to be honest with everyone, and not try to be fake as Gatsby did in the novel. If we lie to people about who we really are, nobody would ever believe in us even when we are telling people something that is actually
Not knowing what lied ahead, the different unfamiliar cultures and faces kept me anxious. However, the chapter where I move to Syria would change this. I would be lying if I said that my judgement was pure and kind towards the people of Syria. Hard headed, closed minded and opinionated is only a fraction of what I thought of them. They will not accept me.
He is very sociable, and desires to talk to everybody rather they want him to or not. I am glad I helped him understand that if somebody does not want to talk to him or find him funny, it does not exactly mean that they did not like him. He seemed to need the assurance from an external source. W- I would have to say that my weakness is that I did not want to talk to him when I first met him. These were my own insecurities as I did not want to cause a disruption in him.
They stared at each other. His face changed from confusion to determination. “It’s the daughter!” he pointed to her, informing the others and began to dash towards her. The others followed. Rose didn’t see this as a good sign, remembering her parents telling her to have no one go near her.
Basically, he wanted to kiss me. Now. But I was not really ready to have my first kiss in front of a crowd of 4th graders. Plus, my mother had just taken extra measures so that I couldn 't even kiss him if I did want to. So here I am, standing in this chaotic mess of kids in my grade, my boyfriend and my best friends out of sight, and Jenna Luikart grabs onto my arm, dragging me to an unknown destination.
My hair was a wild beast that had to be put up to be tamed or else it would go crazy and scare the entire neighborhood. Mom worked two jobs so she wasn’t always able to fix my hair all the time, which it was better for me because when she tried it didn’t turn out so good. I gathered my stuff and placed them in the back of the trunk, I turned around and noticed my mom, standing there with a smile like always but I could sense her sadness a mile away. For the last 11 yrs she was all we knew, cared and loved. We were leaving her today and deep down, it was killing her.
It was definitely a struggle for me as much as my parents to learn all the cultures and values to become an American, but at the same time preserve our own culture. My family and I would face xenophobia reactions everyday to the point where I was scared to go to school since I was ridiculed at for eating Indian food or speaking my
If you act like you don’t care about people you should care about, you won’t know what you 're missing in your life till you lose it. I unfortunately have lost the care that I didn’t care about and it’s really hard because at this age I need it the most. That is how I am tested because I have to fight to get passed what they have told me and try to believe that what they have said is not true and to not be hurting. I feel like I am being tested because I acted like I didn’t care about people who cared about me and now well they don’t care about
At the parent-teacher meeting, she asked my teacher why I was constantly in trouble. The teacher could not come up with a good explanation, so my mother told her “My daughter doesn’t understand racism and you aren’t going to be the one to teach it to her.” Since then, I have been determined not to let people who want me to fail stand in my way. I know that the sad reality of our world is that this is extremely common. I could choose to use this an excuse to not try hard at the things I want in life. Instead, I choose to recognize that this is only a small hurdle if I work hard enough.
Although she inherited her grandmother’s name, she didn’t want “to inherit her place by the window” (11). Sally’s representation of society only added to Esperanza’s suspicions that many girls grow up to be under the control of somebody else. Sally was just like any other girl in the community, and Esperanza tried to understand the logic behind her actions. “When the others [boys] ran, [she] wanted to to run too...not like Sally who screamed if she got her stockings muddy.” (96). When Sally was trading kisses with some boys in order to get her keys back, Esperanza thought that “Sally needed to be saved” (97), howeever, didn’t realize that Sally wanted to be with the boys.
Even my own mother would rather him die than have her son save a life; I simply couldn’t comprehend it. As soon I managed to wriggle my arm free from her grasp I was off again bolting towards the site of the crash. I wasn’t thinking of how I was to save him, I just knew I had to try my absolute best. “Rudy, wait!” She was calling to me from quite a distance behind. Only after I began tearing through the trees did I realise that this might perhaps be how I could get my kiss from Liesel.