After experiencing the different things and experiences for three years. But I will be looking into her life now and comparing it to her old life. Interviewer: Do you ever miss your family and friends back at your old community?
It was the last inning in our all-star game, and we were losing 10 to 8. Our team had 2 outs and we couldn’t get the third. Our pitcher was doing bad, throwing all balls, while all of us in the field were tired, ready to fall asleep at any moment. There goes another walk. They score again.
The only place that I have ever resided in was Miami, Florida so moving meant that I had to go to new schools and meet make new friends. Surprisingly, I made friends with people within the first two weeks and they are still my close friends going on three years. Despite having made friends, there was always a void in my heart. At school, I would sit in class wishing that my father was still alive or that I was still living in Miami.
Full Circle It was my senior year of high school and everything was going as planned. I had already been accepted into various colleges to study Math Education. This was the only career I had ever considered. Until now.
The day began like any ordinary day except on this day a scene I envisioned for years was about to occur. Finding me trapped in a moment in space and time with a huge decision to make as my heart kept pounding [IT/DC]. Growing up I was fascinated with extreme flips. I longed to learn the front flip.
The threshold goblin stood before me, between me and the end of my quest. “You are small, you are weak, you know nothing!” He screeched. My blood started to boil and my anger built. I shouted back, “That’s not true!
Some days I believe the stars above are all identical and that where the sky meets the water is continuous. On the brightest of days I contemplate how my shadow seamlessly blends into someone else’s and I am convinced that there is not much I can so do to stands out much less make a difference in this world. Yet, just when I think I am a fool to believe I can change the world, Carrie Underwood’s song “Change” pops up in my head telling me “don’t listen to a word they say”. See, this song reminds me that even “the smallest things can make all the difference” and in Markus Zusak’s work of fiction titled I Am the Messenger I was introduced to the most ordinary character who did just that.
Realizing the new country where I will spend the rest of my life made me feel overwhelmed. Moving to the opposite side of the world changed the way I viewed the world. When my mother got a call from my dad, I could tell she was both excited and worried. He told my mom that we are all moving to Canada as he got a wonderful job there. First my mom was excited as it was her first time outside of India and she was also
As the smell of diesel fuel filled my nose every breath I took and the sound of Five Finger Death Punch filled my ears, I thought about what was back home. The green grass, my bed, my wife, my dog Barrett, and the smell of bacon. While I was day dreaming, my squad leader, Glenn Martin, we call him Roman, shook me out of my dream of the sweet treats that can only be found in America. “We’re going into a red zone. The last thing this team needs is for somebody to be shot while they don’t even realize.”
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.
Crisp,dark, dead, dry, smells of bonfires and candy was how I described this night but a night didn't do it justice. It was so much more than a night, it was a nightmare, a horror movie come true, all my biggest fears coming to life.. 8:30 p.m. on a beautiful fall night to be exact. Mom and dad out at the church halloween party, so I was left to tend to my rambush siblings who were covered with excitement about Halloween the next day. We sat on the couch watching television to pass the time. My house was two stories and creaked a lot, so much that I became used to it.
Have you ever felt lonely? Do you remember the emotions and feelings associated with it? Awful and depressing! Wasn’t it?
All growing up, Washington was a place of sunshine, family, and exploring. It was more than just a summer vacation, it was a second home. When I was 13, I became absolutely determined to save enough money to purchase a plane ticket and I set out to make that dream a reality. Once I had saved enough to get a roundtrip ticket, I pitched the idea to my mom, and because she wanted to reward my determination, she made plans for me to stay with my grandpa.
One of my best friends had a dream a few years back. We were sitting on a beach somewhere with rocks around us and she looks at me and says, “I know you’ll have a beautiful journey, but I’m going to miss you Steph.” “It’s okay Tams, I’ll be right back. I just have to meet someone at the lighthouse,” I replied.
Starting over Starting over might be easy when you are young, but if you are middle age and already have a stable and calm life, it is very hard to start over. My family and I moved from Egypt to The US three years ago, so we had to start from scratch. We found systems in the US are different from my country. After we found a good residence, our concern was finding employment. I was a science teacher in my country, so I tried to find a job in the educational field, but there were a lot of requirements to get a job as a teacher.
