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Ti loved it when we would be walking downtown to get something to eat with other gamblers and we would come across a sidewalk vendor with a fruit stand. Ti would bet he could throw an orange on top of a three-story building, somewhat of a gamble, so to take some of the gamble out of the bet Ti would have the gamblers stand a short distance away from the fruit cart. When Ti went over to the fruit cart, he would stand in front of the oranges and you could see him pick up a few and feel them, trying to pick just the right orange. That’s when I would try to get their attention by flashing my money and asking who would like to bet what. Now, when I saw Ti standing sideways to the fruit cart, I knew he was ready, so I would take off one of my alligator shoes, put it on the sidewalk, and put all the bet money under it to keep it from blowing away.
In my lifetime, I haven’t had the best of luck when it comes to injuries. For example I’ve been burnt a few times, had many cuts and bruises, even had my head split open but one injury that always sticks in my mind is when I almost broke my jaw. It was about 8/9 years ago and I was at a wedding, everything was going well, the day was lovely the newlyweds and their guest were happy including me until the agonising moment occurred. I was on the dance floor with my sister Kameryn and our friend Chloe, when they decided to take off their shoes and return to the floor and me being the child that I was I copied them, then they both decided to twirl, again I copied but I didn’t work out as well for me as it did for Kameryn and Chloe.
The light filtered through the dull grey blinds highlighting the musical instruments strewn over the floor with some propped against the stone grey wall. A streak of light flashed through the middle of the room, revealing a slim silhouette moving actively. The silhouette knelt down and a sliver of light streaked across her face revealing her dazzling brown eyes. She brushed back her bangs and extended her hand to press the play button on the silver CD player. As music started streaming out of the player, she stood up and let her body synchronise with the music.
Reflective Essay I think overall, Micronarrative was a very successful studio, where I was able to not only create amazing works, but I also refined my skills, learnt a lot about the theory side of motion graphics and had a lot of fun while doing it. The course had the perfect mix of theory and practical work to help prepare us for the assignments which we would be working on. I honestly, really enjoyed being part of the Micronarrative team, especially having Rebecca as a teacher, who is very knowledgeable as well as understanding and really helps to motivate and push her students to produce the best work that they possibly can. I do not regret my decision of picking this studio over the others.
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.
“Shoot!” I exclaimed. I just realized that I had left my math book at school, and now I had 15 unanswered questions looking back at me. “Mom, can I get my math book from school?” I asked.
It was a chilly day when it started. Leaves had just begin to fall ever so gracefully. Joey was just getting the hang of high school. He had known Jessica for a while. Maybe even for 5 years.
It was the night before Christmas and my Brother and I tried to sneak into my parents room and find our Christmas presents. Zack was too scared so I snuck into their room, opened up the closet and peeked at it and I saw them. I went back by my Brother and told him that I saw them and we went to go back in and the door started to squeak and I looked over and my Step Dad was looking at me at that moment I knew I messed up. He told us that we could not get out of our beds until they woke up Christmas morning.
A family of three, a father, a daughter, and a son, lived in a quaint little cabin shrouded in the thick foliage miles away from civilization. It was a late afternoon. A cool breeze swept over the silent, wooded neighborhood. The two siblings were home alone left to tend their studies.
My family and I were all going to the Rockies game. There was actually a lot of us who had went, First it was my brother, sister, mom, grandma, grandpa, my three cousins, and my friend, my sister’s friend, plus my brothers friend. The day was going to be exciting. I went with my mom to go pick up my friend, while the rest of the family went to the Rockies game and went to get some food. Sometime later me, my friend, and my mom all arrive at the Rockies game.
Even though it’s Monday My humble habitation consists of a small, never enough spots to put things, always fighting clutter, nine-hundred square foot home. Although well loved, our home only seems to acquire the care it actually deserves when we have the funds. So, subsequently it is not a fancy home. Sometimes it amazes me it’s still standing, but we do what we can.
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.
The sun is shining and there isn’t a cloud in the sky on this cool seventy degree July Tuesday. My mom, my grandma, and I walk down the sidewalk of downtown Ames and open the door to our favorite store. As the rush of wind from the open door blows back my hair, I am quickly reminded why we love to play dress up here. Our excuse to gaze lustfully at the diamonds is always my mother wanting to have her wedding ring cleaned. When the sales clerk tells us it will take forty five minutes we don’t mind because we know exactly how we will fill our time.
Forest fires routinely rip the land apart, violently destroying the cluttered mess of trees, bushes and foliage that burden the earth, leaving behind a scorched landscape desolate yet rich with potential for new growth. In much the same way, my life was changed. My forest fire came in the form of faulty wiring and a leaky propane tank, which sparked a flame that engulfed my entire home and nearly my mother, leaving my family homeless for a time. This was a defining moment in my life, one that changed some of the largest aspects of my life, and gave me an idea of what I wanted my personal identity to be. At the time, my house fire took so much from me that it seemed impossible that I would actually gain anything from the experience; but as a scorched landscape quickly grows back stronger than ever, I quickly became aware of the new perspective the experience had given me.
One explicit, gorgeous Wednesday morning, I’m awakened by the sound of my phone. “Hello?” “Hey Bruce, sorry for the inconvenience of time but we have an emergency meeting at an abandoned warehouse in the middle of Tiger Mountain, Washington Forest.” “Alright, that’s fine. Hey, are you feeling okay?