Background Groundhog Day is a film about a weatherman Phil, who is not fond of reporting on Groundhog Day. He was sent to Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania to report if the groundhog will see his shadow and forecast when the spring will arrive. He is accompanied by his producer Rita and Larry, the cameraman. When Phil arrived, her had a very entitles attitude and belittled others. He was not fond of the small tow or the people living in it.
About eight hours ago, a heavy snow warning was issued for the entire city of McKay. Other than the heavy snow currently forecast, the stocky balding man before the camera predicted it should be like any other winter day in Ohio. Whispered rumours of an oncoming storm came from the retired cotton farmer, a migrant from rural Arkansas. However, given the town's secluding from any major cities, there were no other weather experts close enough to confirm the rumours. Besides, the people had no real reason to doubt the weatherman - after all, he was well educated and made promises to broadcast updates should there be any changes.
This event showed me the joy of volunteering and established a love within me that still has not died. These two factors are why I will never forget this event, and why it inspires me to
My feet hurt as bad as falling down the stairs because of all the walking I did in Chicago. Walking from place to place was by far the worst part of the trip. Although, it was interesting seeing all of the tall buildings up close. Chicago was interesting and I hope I come back again soon. “Wake up sleepy heads,” was the first sound I heard Thursday morning.
The night before my first hunt was sleepless, we were going to be bow hunting out of a tree stand my dad had set up for us. The times we had before a hunt only further added to the growing passion I had developed for hunting. I awoke early the next morning so excited I was practically shaking. We put on our thick hunting clothes and made our way to the stand we would be hunting from. Me and my father quickly ascended the twelve-foot ladder stand and began our wait.
Human connection is an essential component to keep our world stirring in a happy and healthier way. Zernitsky’s artwork illustrates a handful of individuals coming together to distribute a bigger and brighter purpose for the world. Hands signify assistance and this hand full of individuals assist the world in generating social connection. Growing up, being socially connected has not solely been a contribution but it has become a part of me. I have always believed there was something indescribably wonderful about being a part of a classroom of individuals who are linked together for the same purpose.
The morning of Memorial Day, 2017 started with panic as excitement and anxiety rushed through my veins. I laced my boots and grabbed my army backpack before packing my stuff into the car. Before leaving I hastily grabbed something to eat and ran outside to pack my things. When I jumped in the car I caught the smell of fresh pine trees from an air freshener; and met my friend Michael sitting across from me. I looked into his eyes and I could tell he was just as excited as I was.
On the first Friday of the month, I was getting ready to go to the woods with Kieran, but he obviously beat me there, he always does which isn 't fair, because he gets their like thirty minutes before the actual time we are suppose to meet there. Kieran and I usually never go farther than out usual stoping point, just because we don 't know the whole woods and we need to keep safe, especially since we go late at night. When I got there I saw Kieran with a thinking face, "Let 's go see how much we can discover" Kieran told me when he saw me. I did not want to go, because we have never been farther than our meeting point.
Abigale Marta January 23, 2018 Narrative Essay College Composition 5th December Baby Longs for Snow Eight years ago, I woke up on a Wednesday morning, ran to the front door and peeked out the frosted window to see blankets of snow over the streets. My mom informed me that school was cancelled and I was going to stay home all day. Every kid around our area knows the excitement a kid feels from the words “snow day”. Not only was it a snow day, but it was my tenth birthday.
I remember waking up for school that day extremely sick with a cold, I know it sounds weak, but it was really bad. As much as I wanted to stay home and spend the day resting, I had to go to school, which was terrible. As soon as I finished class I went straight home and tried to sleep the cold off. After a nice long refreshing nap I packed up my gear and went to the rink where the bus was picking us up.
It was only eight o’clock, but the sky was as dark as night when the cold and rocky bus ride I had endured for more than three hours finally came to an end. I traveled to Alaska with my mission team hoping to learn about the Iñupiat tribe and to evangelize about the gospel. Deeply buried near the edges of the Bering Sea, the Iñupiat tribesmen fish, farm, and hunt daily to provide for their families. They surprised our mission team by welcoming us with two large pots; one filled with walrus meat and another filled with their traditional dish of shimmered and shredded fish mixed with berries. Their hospitality was unexpected and helped me to experience their culture from the inside—something that I could never have experienced from a National
Volunteering at the VA is one of the best choices that I have ever made. I have met so many amazing people and have learned many new things by giving back to our veterans. My transition from just starting to now has been a great one and I am grateful for all the people who helped get me here. Volunteering here has taught me more people skills, how to work together with others, and how good it felt to help others. It has now been over a year since I first became a student volunteer with the VA.