“School’s Out for Summer,” written by Anna Quindlen, is a persuasive writing trying to support starvation. The intention of this article is to show how students all over the United States have nothing to eat while family members are gone at work. Anna’s argument is very effective, giving great detail into what it is being done.…
The Analysis of Anna Quindlen’s Essay In School’s Out for Summer Anna Quindlen did a good job of getting her point across to the reader. She portrayed her ideas very neatly and used some statistics to back up her conclusion. In Quindlen’s essay she went through many solutions to bandage up the hunger of several children during the summer.…
It was her first day of going to Anchor beach high school, she was freshman and was excited to meeting new friends. At her school, there’s a beach outside that would inspired students. Her mother had dropped her off to school. As soon as she stepped off the car, she could smell the salty ocean. When she was entering the school she could smell the stinky, sweaty gym locker room and could smell the food coming from the cafeteria.…
Or maybe I'm trying to get you to think like me, hee hee hee. Is it a little jeuvinille to write out laughter like that? I wonder if my editor is going to make me omit that? Anyway, it's the last day of school. Guru, Becky, Carlton, and I were sitting in the usual spot outside the cafeteria. A brick wall that's actually an elevated plot of grass, with a huge willow tree in the center to provide us with much needed shade during these notorious hot days, and considering this is Arizona, shade is almost considered a luxury around these parts. We were staring at the large clock at the north end of the campus, waiting for the little hand and to strike twelve. Last day of school was a half day mind you. Some of the students are already cramming themselves to the outer gates nearing the bus yards, the students who were "spoiled" enough to have cars, were already in them with engines revving and itching to gas it out of here. My friends were talking a little about what we plan on doing after this, we talked about how we will keep in touch, keep in mind in a small town like Yokeman we were about ten years behind the times so internet was this expensive new toy that needed a dial-up modem, before social media became the norm. Guru was already talking about going to college, already found a full time job doing construction work in his grandfather's employ. He laments it, as he believes he doesn't have the proper physique for manual labor, and considering the housing market was crashing fast he's nervous about how long it would last. Becky was fortunate enough to get a full scholarship the the community college thanks to her good grades and volunteer work at the nursing homes. At least the local paper acknowledged her hard work, unlike the faculty here at this school who…
It was a warm sunny day, like the ones you would expect in a summer camp; laughter was the melody that filled the air. Everybody was cheerful and enthusiastic, well everybody except one of our counselors. He was very worried, because his sister had been extremely sick, and nobody had been able to heal her. Everybody in my group had told him how sorry we felt for her, but really nobody connected with his situation, so we were not thinking about it. Instead we were immerging our souls into the contentment that was surrounding us. That day while we were acting, everybody was relaxed, focused and happy on what we were doing. We were living in our own little summer bubble. We decided to take a small break, in between the laughs I remember a friend saying “Isn’t it surprisingly amazing how beautiful life can be?”. That was the last sentence said before a cell phone rang and changed the course of the day.…
I remember it all. I can still feel the warm summer wind gliding my sun-kissed cheeks. I didn’t usually have all of my windows down while I drove, especially not on the way to my lackluster burden, otherwise known as my job. Today was an exception, however, summer was quickly approaching its end, and I would be once again bound by the chains of high school. I decided to cherish every little bit that I had left. As I pulled in, I thought to myself, “just another ordinary day of work.” Oh…
Gary Soto’s autobiographical narrative “A Summer Life” recreates the feeling of guilt Sota felt after stealing an apple pie. The feeling is recreated through the use of allusions, imagery, and lively diction.…
Just like the day that her mother had died. It had been a bright and sunny Tuesday in September- the first day of school in fact. Everything seemed normal, just the same old routine she had left behind months ago in exchange for summer. Returning meant seeing old friends and making new ones.…
Bursting through the front doors of the school I stride out into the summer sun. The last day of school is cloudless and the sun shines brightly, warming my face and long chestnut hair blowing in the slight summer breeze. The breeze is chilly and the weather isn’t quite hot enough to feel like a real summer but that’s Seattle for you. Turning my new IPod to one of my favorite songs I start toward home, excited. For this is not just any last day of school, this is the last day of my junior year of high school. I am now officially, a senior. I had been dreaming about this summer for so long and I am determined to make it the best one of my life. I start sprinting home grinning till it hurts with Rabbit’s song “It’s Love” blaring…
Opening my eyes, I was greeted by the bright, shiny sun peeking through the curtains. Getting up I noticed my calendar overfilled with Post-it notes, but there was a bright tomato, red color one, it was something important written as, “SAT Today”. My brain shifted into gears, I quickly sprang out of bed and dashed to my trusty backpack, rambling through past-due…
It started out as like any other Saturday. I woke up and drew back my Star Wars blanket to expose my feet to the cool air of my still dark room. My feet swung over the side of the bed to meet the ice rink which acted as my bedroom floor. Sure the floor was always cold, but it was better than any alarm clock when you needed to wake up. My feet continued their groggy journey to the bathroom where my daily ritual of bathing, brushing, and combing would soon begin. Halfway through brushing my teeth, I realized this may have started as an ordinary Saturday, but it definitely was not going to end that way. This was the day I was going to going to try out for little league baseball.…
The puzzle pieces were starting to scatter apart when I got notified by my second grade teacher that I had to take that recuperation exam for math class. It wasn't a surprise, back then I wasn’t that efficient at math. I needed support, so I took tutoring in math courses for about a month and studied the whole content that I took for my second grade year. If I didn’t pass that test I knew I would be unsatisfied. That way I feel it’s worse than summer school. That's how it is in my country, which takes place in Honduras. I would say it’s tougher, based on the fact that there is major pressure. Besides, who would desire to repeat a school year over again? Definitely not me , I speculated.…
It was toward mid-senior year in high school. Maybe February. I was anticipating which colleges would accept someone like me, and trying to enjoy as much time with friends as I could. I was with my best friends, appreciating a beautiful Southern California day, and had come to realize my last days as a senior were coming to a close. I was a perfect day; big white clouds covered the skies, along with the beaming sun hitting the earth. The oceans breeze in our faces, and our shades on. High-wasted shorts and crop tops were the main clothing we’d wear, and if it were cold we’d just layer a sweater over it. We were living the “Cali lifestyle” because I live in an area where most of the students at my high school were half Caucasian and half Asian. I live in an area where the beach is only ten minutes away. Seeing dolphins or whales from the cliffs is a regular sight to see. Going to big bear during the winter is normal, and so are trips to Hawaii. Fortunately I had the opportunity to meet the greatest friends and best friends I will ever have in my life. But there is a lot you still don’t know.…
It was an ordinary Friday afternoon, just like other ordinary afternoons. The sun was shining brightly, provoking a yearning within me to enjoy the outdoors. I positioned myself on one of the two wicker lounge chairs. They sat diagonally on the front porch, allowing the perfect angle for me to bask in the daylight. After fidgeting to get comfortable, I cradled my belly while tucking into myself and let the day seize me. Birds chirped high in the trees while a gentle wind rustled the leaves. The sun’s rays embraced me like a warm blanket, leading me into the solitude of my own daydreams.…
On most occasions, people usually take a week or two off during the summer and convert those days into family time and relaxation away from home. According to travelchannel.com, Paris, France, New York City, NY, Rome, Italy, Cancun, Mexico, and London, England are ranked on the Top 10 Spots list from around the world. Merriam-Webster’s dictionary defines vacation as “a period of time that a person spends away from home, school, or business usually in order to relax or travel,” (Merriam-Webster) while Paris, New York City, Rome, Cancun and London each boast unique features and attractions, they all provide the essentials of fun, family vacationing; sightseeing and attractions, shopping and entertainment, relaxation, and plenty of exploring opportunities and things to do (10 Inspiring Vacation Destinations).…
