Living in "the hood" in Weslaco‚TX surrounded by my entire family was really a fundamental thing in my life. When i say entire‚ I mean literally all of us live a minute maybe two away from each other‚ and some of us were even neighbors. Now things are a little different and we may have scattered around all over Weslaco but we remain united and always available if one of us needed each other. My cousins and I would always be together‚ Literally 24/7. Sometimes we would fight and i look back and
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That 1.8-meter-tall singer on stage was me. My schoolmates may not know me by name‚ but they can tell something about the guy who is damn good at singing musicals. After he finished singing on the stage‚ the principal jumped to his feet clapping hands. Parents watching online hurriedly posted messages of praise‚ eager to find out whose kid the singer was. I‚ proud but not vain‚ had been accustomed to such reactions. For me‚ loving and practicing musicals has been a long‚ inspiring journey; it means
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has definitely stood out during my lifetime is having such a unique culture and slowly assimilating to more of an American lifestyle. Having parents who have immigrated from different countries is starting to become more “normal” than it was in the past due to the United States becoming more and more diverse. My mother immigrated to the United States from Lebanon when she was six years old and my father immigrated from Syria when he was three years old. Both of my parents are Armenian‚ and living
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glacier treks and overnighters at least. As a hobby or extracurricular activity‚ it’s probably my biggest passion. So much that I found that writing of them is like having the opportunity to do each one over again. Once upon a time I set forth a book project‚ a story telling‚ you might say‚ of all my treks including the ascent of five mountains. However‚ I lacked the confidence of presenting a way to share my stories of me being the key subject. Eventually the project lost steam and fell to the wayside
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up in a rural community‚ there was little diversity where i was from. From racist slurs to actually yelling at a minority‚ i could tell there was a problem at the age of 6. When my mom and I moved after my parents divorce‚ we lived in a primarily black community. Over the next six years of my life‚ I did not only expand my knowledge‚ but I learned how to accept and embrace others whom were different than myself. When I was
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space out to grasp onto thoughts of realization. Days passed by as if they were battling with the wind. I cannot embrace every memory‚ because some just happen too rapid that remembering them is ineffectual. Curiosity starts building within me due to my wonders on memories everyone knows I went through except myself. When I was twelve I opened a family album for the first time. As I flipped each page I did it in such slow motion that it was as if by flipping the pages too fast it would trigger the
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Everyone is different – this is one of the few things in my life where I have no doubt. And since everyone is different‚ then his dreams‚ ideals and perspective are different. But everyone in this world there is no other perspective than his own. As we try to put a strange place‚ it only managed to touch the foreign thoughts and feelings‚ and is quite short. But not every time you try to put in place to someone else‚ you need to change our mindset and our way of thinking. There is a really a much
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something so far out of my reach‚ that I couldn’t do alone‚ I needed my family‚ friends‚ a few doctors and some prayers to help me towards the happy ending. Around December of 2011‚ I was 12 years old. I was getting a physical so I could join my middle school bowling team. I felt great‚ I was nervous about whether I needed a shot. Everything was going fine‚ but the physician noticed that my throat was enlarged. I had a goiter. I never noticed it prior to her saying something‚ my mom didn’t even notice
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the good of it.” In this line that you wrote I understood how you changed from hating hip hop to understanding it and liking it. The main point of this essay was to persuade me to try hip hop out because it might changed my life the same way it changed yours. I understand Mr. McBride that you were writing this article because you felt that it was important for me. Also you needed to share to everyone about what happened in your life and your story. In your article some of the key ideas were that hip
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he smile and said thank you for accepting my invitation. I brought you here to show you how much I appreciate you for working the extra hours and allow me to get paid for it. Few people would work another’s shifts and gave them the hours. That was the only way he could go through his training and still keep his pay. I had not minded doing that for him. While we sat in the restaurant he thanked me repeatedly for helping him. Then he told me about his life. He came to New York
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