Looking back I stared at my blank paper struggling to grasp the concept of a lesson. I knew well enough I needed to speak up sooner or later in school. Once I entered a whole new school I had to change. It was an easy ride the whole way until now. Breezing through class has always been in my mindset.
During my elementary school time, I had learned that this world is full of competition and you have to act out in order to stand a chance. I was quite intelligent in my classes, especially on the subject of mathematics. While I thought nothing of it,as I was bullied for that reason, my teachers saw it differently. Then, during the 4th grade, my teacher, Mr.Green, had asked me if I would like to join the school’s math field day team. At first, I wasn’t so sure, but after a few days, I was now a part of my school’s math field day team, along my twin brother, Anthony.
Overcoming “The” Struggle I don’t recall having a hard time learning how to read. It was one of those things that just came easily to me for some reason. For the most part I enjoyed reading as well. The only time I didn’t enjoy reading was when I didn’t understand a certain word or a certain phrase.
Lani: I was helping for someone’s project for COMM 245; I was in the video lab, in the studio. I was on campus and decided to contact everyone I knew who comes to the school. I remember I sent out a snap saying guys I think there is a shooting, be careful and then I started sending out individual texts to people making sure they were okay, like hey are you good? Stay out of an area.
I have been doing some thinking about our conversation a few days ago and have concluded that I will take you up on the offer! I just sold my old bike and now have some money left over that I can use to pay for those seminars. I am going to see how soon I can get this done, I am going to look at the dates and send my form in. I will keep you posted on the status of things as they get processed.
The Tide detergent bottle gradually moved back and forth, as my father’s elbow creaked, refusing to cooperate. “It’s my own way of physical therapy, you see,” my father boasted. “If I keep it up, I think I’ll be able to move my elbow by the end of the month.” “Yeah,” I whispered, keeping my voice low, because I knew my mother was shut-away in the other room. The lights were off, the door was closed, and she barricaded each ear with a pillow to block out any sound that might further trigger her migraine.
"Sometimes we need someone to simply be there. Not to fix anything, or to do anything in particular, but just to let us feel that we are cared for and supported." I wish that I had that "someone." I'm always that person for someone else, but when it comes to me, where are those people that I need to show me that I am cared for and supported?
How a person behaves, what they say, what they do, where they go, what they watch, what they listen to all comes down to three things…what they believe, who they believe, and how much they believe it. As followers of Christ, we will act, speak, and respond differently than when we did beforehand all based on believing the Word of God as true. For me, sometimes believing is hard and seems downright impossible because of situations and circumstances that are beyond my personal control. Sometimes I even question God, His ways, and His plans, and then, He reminds me not to lean on my own understanding, but on His. It’s okay to have questions, but it’s not okay to lose faith over them.
Going Down in History I remember it like it was yesterday. The adrenaline rush, the anticipation, the sky-high nerves, and the undying support from our small Community. Softball, just like football is a very prided sport in Danville.
As far as I can remember, I have always been intrigued by technology, math, and building things. I always watch a show called, “How It’s Made” on my free time, the show is about how various things are made. Whenever my father has to put something together, like a desk, I appear right next to him ready to help. My father noticed my creativity and downloaded an app where I can build a Treehouse or a playground. I always wanted to be a part of everything, and I loved to try things on my own.
My mind drove me crazy as I dreamed about this day, the day my dog was getting put down. Millions of thoughts were going through my head as I was sound asleep. Almost like I was a hibernating bear having horrible thoughts or dreams about this day. I suddenly woke up because the thoughts and dreams felt like a horrible depressing nightmare. When I woke I realized it wasn’t going to be a dream in a few hours.
It was the darkest time of the night, right before dawn, when Nick quietly opened his front door and crept out into the street. He held a small lunchbox of personal items, such as pictures and small toys; and this lunchbox he vowed never to let out of his sight. He prepared for his two mile walk to the crossroad at the heart of his town. Playing the hopeful scenario of what could come from this fateful night, Nick became more and more anxious. After what seemed like an eternity, he arrived at the crossroad of Gleason and 57th.
I believe that Christopher sees himself as normal but at the same times he knows he isn’t like everyone else. He deals with the fact that he is different from others by keeping to himself and not talking to strangers. He also doesn’t really get how they are and he knows they act different from him. “I do not like strangers because I do not like people I have never met before. They are hard to understand (pg.31)”.
Have It Your Way In Arizona State University, many famous restaurants around the campus, the example of Burger King. I have had had many company’s products from Burger King. I like it not just the food flavor, and I like its innovative revolution in food and merchandisers worked brainstorm to advertisements or goods. I tried to eat burgers, hotdogs or sandwiches in a week.