Everyone has a story to tell, a story either based on their life experiences, a story to educate listeners, or just simply a story to entertain others.…
In chapter 12, the key event to me was when Claudia and Finn talked to each other through the keys. I felt many emotions when reading their interaction one of them being happy. I felt happy when they talked to each other because it was a turning point in the story in my opinion. I also felt surprised because at first, I thought by having two keys, there would be a lock that would need both keys to hear and speak to each other. I also felt confused by the way they conversed; How could they now hear each other but not before. I think by having one key being touched, the other key can hear because on page 153 Claudia says she breathed and rubbed on the key making it warm and on page 154 Finn says when he touches the key it's warm.I like the way the author wrote the scene from both perspectives, it gave us the readers a clearer understanding of how both Finn and Claudia felt. I also like how the author described the way both keys affect each other and have a "key" connection.…
As an avid reader, I always understood and appreciated what it took to get that story to print. Especially since I always found it so difficult to take the ideas from head and articulate that point whether it be written or verbal. As the five weeks have passed I am becoming more aware of what my challenges and my strengths are in my writing.…
I was a cross country runner for all four years of my high school career. Regardless of how many races I ran, each one was just as nerve racking as the first. It has been years since I have ran a cross country race, but I can still relive the memory like it was yesterday. Cross country was not just a sport for me; it was exhilarating and challenging. The crowds of supporters swarmed together between the bright green hills and waited on the soft turf of the golf course for the race to start. I remember standing at the starting line, waiting in anticipation for the ear-splitting crack of the gun, and the light floating smell of gun powder. I could almost feel the anxious and pounding heart beats of the runners around me. My muscles were taut…
Various intervals you are put in a location where you are not acquainted with the outcome and might have anticipated that you may possibly have gone to greater heights to accomplish it. Some encounters later you might realize what went wrong and how you could have improved to undertake the situation that was not favorable to your style of approaching it. I have encountered this type of dilemma a few times in my life and some of those times I still do not have an adequate solution. One time I was in line to see a famous singer in a stadium, as I entered through the doors and was trying to communicate with the individual managing the ticket booth however was having a difficult time. This caused a great deal of distress as my show was about to…
I have noticed in comparison to how others handle real world judgments on actions such as driving a car or stacking objects in a storage space, that I have trained myself to mentally document conditions so that I make better decisions as I visually perceive the situation. While driving a car on a multi lane road, I alway take aware of any side lanes. If there is a car ahead, I drop back to stay out of their blind spot. I put myself into their seat and imagine what they don't see by examining how their car is position in response to where my car is. What makes this hard is when riding in a car, knowing what I just said is not being applied by the driver of the car I am in makes me super nervous as the driver is assuming that that car is…
At times I feel as though I'm trying and failing to be a human being. But what makes us human? I feel although I'm a human-shaped shell made out of pieces of things I find interesting. Instead of a real identity. Just layers of things that I hope will make me different from others. But am I? We rely so much on the opinion of others. But why? Why do we crave acceptance of others? If people were to look closely, they'd notice there really isn't anything there.Just a mess of a person trying to find their ‘place in the world. All we want is to be remembered. Just to prove we are something , we where something. How will I be remembered? Or will I fade into oblivion? Is this the meaning of life? To spend it hoping we have some significance in this…
I have always had struggles and difficulties when it comes to writing. This is due to the fact that English is not my first language, and that I am still learning. I started to learn how to speak, and listen, and mainly write in English when I was in ninth grade. Writing has been the hardest to deal with it, because I have many spelling and mechanical errors and most importantly, how to organize an essay, but this changed when I took English 49 with Professor Lucero. In my first day of class, I was assigned to write an essay about my experience with writing. I was not completely sure on how to start my essay and how to organize it. When I was in High School, I did not write many essays, and the few I did, I have endless help. So, I just my…
Have you ever been through an experience where you moved to an unfamiliar location by yourself? I had the opportunity to do just that when I left my hometown in Hong Kong and come to America for a better education. I was only thirteen years of age at the time. Giving me the chance to come the U.S was the greatest gift that my parent has ever given me in my life. I appreciated them for providing me this valuable and precious chance for my thirteen years old birthday present.…
According to Erikson, I am in the Generatively vs. Stagnation: Middle Adulthood phase; I am 54 years of age. I am a mentor in a 12 step group, so that is my contribution to other, and I help guide other women in the program. I have no children, and have not had the privilege of parenting. I have been a massage therapist for 23 years, and I can relate to the community and its needs. There are times though that I feel stagnated since I am also at school and feel sorry for myself, because I no longer have the mind of a twenty year old. I have a very good relationship with my family now, and have healed with them, so we are getting on well now.…
Yet another Thanksgiving, and I was stuck in my uncle’s basement watching the Redskins face off the Dallas Cowboys. Michael Jordan, Serena Williams, and various other famous athletes all grinned at me from their respective Wheaties boxes, seemingly mocking my pain. My uncle collected them and, for some reason, had decided the bright orange boxes would be a great decorative addition to the basement wall behind the television. I remember once, when I was younger, I was searching for a movie to watch and I accidentally brushed against a limited edition Michael Jordan box. The box began to teeter, and I immediately knew that I was doomed. All the boxes began to fall like dominos to the floor. My uncle, needless to say, was furious. Thus, it was seemingly fitting that the offended boxes, now realigned on the wall, would have the privilege to witness my torture by football.…
Starting from a place I remembered as a teen, moving from a place that was warm to a place that had all four seasons; such as winter, spring, summer and fall. The First place that I grew up was surrounded by mountains. During the winter it was full of white snow, something that I was never used to seeing coming from California where all one would see was sandy beaches and the waves clasping one another. As I remember being so new to Park City, UT all I could see was the wonderful views of trees, mountains and people skiing or snowboarding. I have to say this was a fond memory because for the firs time I was actually able to experience the feeling of what winter was…
The illusion of invulnerability is one of the largest causes of teenage related arrests, injuries, and deaths. This was the day I realized I wasn’t untouchable.…
When I was in middle school, my younger brother was diagnosed with a rare malignant brain tumor. My life was turned upside down. I spent many days sitting in hospital waiting rooms while my brother underwent treatment. One day while sitting at the hospital craft table, the only place for kids in the waiting room, a young girl motioned for me to help her make a beaded bracelet. I assembled the bracelet with the cord and beads she pushed my way. She smiled broadly as I tied the bracelet onto her wrist. Even though this little girl was about to begin her grueling cancer treatment, she left the waiting room smiling because of her new bracelet. Though I never even knew the girl’s name, that image has stuck with me over the years.…
This is a story about something I learned that changed my life. It’s a phrase that most people just ignore from having heard it so often repeated by motivational speakers who don’t really know what they’re talking about. But I have found this phrase to be true, and this phrase is “Be yourself”.…
