still remember when I first came to America. I was at Charlotte Douglas International airport‚ looking around the totally strange place which was full of strangers. All I could hear was strangers talking in a language that I didn’t understand a single word. At that moment‚ I realized that I was in America‚ the America. I remember how people describe America as the greatest country in the world and such. My heart started to beat faster and faster‚ it felt like my heart was going to explode. Suddenly
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to at least ride them once. It was Saturday morning‚ I was with my two sisters and we were going to go to Great America with their friend. As we were going to go to the car I thought to myself‚ “ I don’t feel well‚ why did I do this”‚when we were driving to Great America I was so nervous that my hands got cold and sweaty‚ and my heart pounding and beating so hard. As we were walking out of the car and heading towards Great America I was anxious to go home because I wasn’t feeling well. When we got
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When writing a story there are certain key points that have to be fulfill. The natural writings have key points from which we can determinate that they do belong in that category. Natural writings are full of descriptions and details about the world or to be more precise about the theme they cover. They are true replica‚ showing reality as it is but the basic on which they are written covers the influence of other forces that are affecting the characters in the story. The story ’’The Open Boat’’
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John Yavrouian Professor Brian Campbell EN-1102-2 English Composition I 23 October 2013 Assignment One - Learning Autobiography Essay Coming to America My Personal Story "History is something we make together"‚ Orhan Pamuk once said. It is also something we enjoy together‚ I would add‚ because it is often a play of coincidences. Bulgaria is a beautiful country in Europe. The geographical location of Bulgaria is in the South East of Europe on the Balkan Peninsula. It has an interesting
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This story begins with my dad at his house talking to his parent about his dream to come to america. When my dad first told his parents they said but then they thought and they wanted their son to have a better life so they let him go but my dad still had a lot of planning to do before he was able to go he still needed to find supplies to be able to make it there. The hard part was making it there because at that time my dad said they just improved there surveillances but my dad said he found a group
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the dining room‚ three strong knocks swivel my head to the front of the cottage: an arched wooden door waits patiently to be opened. Squinting into the sun‚ I discern four people of varying shapes and sizes standing in front of the door. Each one chosen in an attempt to achieve a range of geographical location‚ time periods‚ ways of life‚ economic standing‚ age‚ gender‚ and experience through major world events. Stepping to the side‚ I greet each of my selected guests as they enter. Our dinner
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My journey began 10 years ago‚ when my family moved to the United States. Family friends that already made the move from Bulgaria to America‚ tried to explain what it would be like on the other side of the ocean but failed to do so. Coming to America affected my family and me in some bad ways and some good ways. I missed my extended family and friends still to this day. The people I used to see every day were not near anymore. After a few months the everyday Skype’s went from once a day to once
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education during my childhood. It was July 19‚ 2011 when my parents had the opportunity to come to America as immigrants. I have great appreciation for my grandparents and parents because they gave up everything to come to America. They did this to give their children a better life and education. I still remember the day that I left my country; it was a beautiful memory that I won’t ever forget. The plane took off at 5:00 am‚ so we had to arrive at the airport at 3:00 am. All of my family was there
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First Draft: Narrative Essay The Bahamas to America – My Story There is a country that can be found by plane just thirty minutes off the coast of Florida. Made up of seven hundred islands and cays‚ scattered over five thousand square miles. It’s people? - Indigenous‚ and known as some of the worlds friendliest. It’s motto? “It’s better in The Bahamas.” As the Boeing 747 taxied down the runway and rose into the sun-filled clouds‚ my mother glanced at me. “This is it Lawrence
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during my trip back to the place I used to call home during my sevenths grade summer vacation. I remember on that day we were heading to visit my uncle. My father was driving‚ my brother was playing in his new portable handheld device‚ my sister was on her phone‚ and I was just watching the terrain pass by. Everyone was great‚ except for the fact that I would have rather been back home in America. My brother’s gaming device ran out battery so he started to look out the window with me. My brother
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