It wasn 't a paragraph that caught my attention, it was the "running commentary on merchandise, media, and entertainment" (Orlean) that really left an impact. The thoughts are short and change so quickly, but it kept me interested. What else could this unusually profound ten-year-old boy from Suburban New Jersey have to say about pop-culture in the 1980s? Maybe it 's because I tend to write in short sentences and change subject quickly. Maybe it 's because, though I never saw a day of the '80s, he mentioned things (Frosted Flakes, Step By Step, Skittles, the Giants, his mom being the most beautiful woman in the world) that I could easily relate to.
So anyway I was sitting there with all my friends. Somehow we got into this big daring contest, and well, middle school dares are quite interesting. We went around and all the boring ones came out: daring people to skip class, throwing paper airplanes, or even putting pop-its under the toilet seat . Eventually it was my turn; I was prepared to show everyone how cool I was, and how I 'd step up to any challenge: whether it be skipping class or even adding to Wynwood. I waited…and waited until they thought something up.
My friends began to talk to me little by little, everyday. I didn’t know that I loved showing off my intelligence, I loved the joy of knowing so much of what my friends didn’t know. Not just being smarter than them, but helping them with spelling. A week passed and I thought about my discussion and at that moment in time I realized that I was smart, and there was nothing I could do about it. At recess I stopped my friends, before stepping onto the jungle gym and they all just ran away.
First up, police brutality. Before Trayvon Martin’s unexpected killing in 2012, I would have never thought that a police officer could be unsafe to me, in fact I thought they were the some of the best people that we could ever trust. Sadly my nine year old self had to learn early, I had to learn that sometimes you couldn’t even trust the authority. I was committed after this, I remember wanting social studies for every hour of the day. The declaration of independence is something I really loved reading, I loved the fact that after 1776 all men were created equal and that it didn’t matter if I were going to school with someone of a different ethnicity or not.
His cheeks looked shiny and scrubbed, his hair was parted and neatly trimmed, and not a speck of grease or grime was visible on his hands.” (p. 103). In other words, Duane Scrod Jr showed up to school with a clean appearance. Since he was very messy, stubborn, and irresponsible just a few days earlier, nobody would have even thought that he could alter his attitude - but he did. He astonished his classmates, headmaster, and even a local detective. To summarize, Duane Scrod Jr was very reckless, but came to class one day with a complete change in the way he
I remembered your first year at Claflin University. You were always happy and could light up any room with your personality. I would like to thank you for all the laugher and joy that you bought into my life this year. I truly will never meet anyone like you , which is a good thing. Good luck with everything that you do in life.
A Million Thanks To You… Some of my best friends are family, some I’ve known since I was a kid, and others are newer friendships that continue to grow stronger by the day. Although they are all very different, everyone of them are extraordinary. I wouldn’t be who I am today without these people in my life. But before thanking them one by one, I want to thank God, first! I would like to express my gratitude to God for the staggering beautiful events that happen during my vacation.
Introduction: Have you ever wanted to create something beautiful? The answer is most likely yes because it is human nature to want to make inspiring things with ones mind. The same as you all, I also strive to create amazing things weather it be small stories only I think I would like or bigger and more ambitious ideas as in ways to improve human happiness through entertainment. In the time we have i’m going to introduce myself to all of you about my personal interests, my goals for college, and as well as my goals for after college. Body (interests): Now my personals interests are quite simple and very common to many people including some of you all.
My educational goal is to be able to graduate high school with honors and hopefully getting into my dream college. This educational goal of mine is very important to me because it not only lets me know how hard I have been working, but it also keeps me focused in school so I can obtain this goal that I want. My personal goal is to be able to get to a point in my life where I can be financially stable being able to take care of me and my family. I always looked into the future seeing myself as very wealthy and being able to do things with my family without struggle and I made it my goal to strive for this by putting in the time and work in school. My professional goal is being able to become a doctor and take care of people that are in need of help.
High school is the basic foundation of how you will spend the rest of your life, high school tells you whether you will be successful or not. The first day of ninth grade I remember getting on the school bus and everyone was laughing and catching up over the missed time from summer, everyone has on their new shoes, jackets, clothes, and jewelry. Get to school and the teachers hit you will reality, real fast, the first day of school you going home that day with papers and now that was called “HOMEWORK” it was a shocker, I know your thinking “homework on the 1st day?” I thought the same thing Freshman year was a test for
She immediately started crying and I looked up and did not see her number nor my number, but ultimately I knew my number was not supposed to be up there that year. In the moment everything seemed as if all my hard work had been suddenly take from me, but on the car ride back to my home I was so incredibly thankful and blessed that I was given such an amazing opportunity. I knew then that I had to audition again. The whole process of trying out for Rangerettes helped me grow in ways I never knew possible. I am much more humble and I appreciate everything that’s given to me and never do I take a moment for granted.
D.A.R.E. was so fun! We had the 30 second test that everyone was so freaked out about but it was the easiest test someone could ever take. Even a first grader could do te test. We had the drunk goggles were nothing was straight and we tried walking on a straight line but we kept wiggling around.
It has given me self-confidence. Beyond Upward Bound’s Saturday’s classes, SAT Prep, or summer courses, there were casual text messages from both supporters, venting calls, especially from me, and inspirations that were effortlessly passed down to students. It was these concealed actions of Ms. Amber and Ms. Shesheena that kept me motivated and installed a breath of confidence, which allowed me to not only hope, but act towards future endeavors. Understanding and obtaining self-confidence allowed me to step outside of my comfort as I selected where to attend college. With such a confident selection, new experiences, knowledge, stress, most importantly, success are open that were essentially closed for me and so many others.
Those does not quite represent how Casey feels towards me. Hatred is too far; Casey loathes me. I hadn’t even done anything, I had been alive in the world for ten minutes, long enough to have a family photo where, inevitably, Casey is looking at me in our mothers arms, and her eyes, like lasers; shooting me with a look of disgust and envy, and what looks like a slight hint of spite. Growing up, we had a good life. As children, we always got what we asked for.
Just as I was about to overtake Preston, I lost control of my footing and plop! Down I went, humiliated, as the ball sped away in the opposite direction, my victory along with it. The morning had started out absolutely fine. Everyone in Miss McKenzie’s fifth grade class was thrilled to see what Mrs. Orsillo had in store for our last PE class of our lower school careers. Mrs. Orsillo was a very solid lady, a stereotypical gym teacher, and not many people liked her ‘tough love’ style of teaching.