I went to Jay Peak as my second time. I remember about my first time I went there when I was in Middle school. Also it was my first year in United State. I was a quiet student in Middle school so I don’t talk the whole time I was on the bus even when I get there. But yesterday I talked to people who were from different program.
As I look back and reflect, I see how hurtful those words sounded. It is my hope that my sincere apology will be
“I know that in writing the following pages I am divulging the great secret of my life, the secret which for some years I have guarded far more carefully than any of my earthly possessions; and it is a curious study to me to analyze the motives which prompt me to do it. I feel that I am led by the same impulse which forces the un-found-out criminal to take somebody into his confidence, although he knows that the act is likely, even almost certain, to lead to his undoing. I know that I am playing with fire, and I feel the thrill which accompanies that most fascinating pastime; and, back of it all, I think I find a sort of savage and diabolical desire to gather up all the little tragedies of my life, and turn them into a practical joke on society”
I didn’t wanna keep living in sorrow. I was hurting but the hurt motivated me. I looked at things very differently after, and always saw negative things as a way to grow in life. I no longer sat at home crying, but used the anger and sadness in me to push me forward and to motivate me into becoming who I am now. Like Montag in my first paragraph, I let go of things to achieve new ones.
I did not care if I didn’t see him often, I wanted more time to myself. I stopped trying to fix our arguments and always chose myself over him. Deep down I knew we were not going to last very much longer, I just held on for the least bit of hope that we could make
“Anthony come down here.” my mom called from downstairs. “I’ll be right there hold on mom.”... Hey, I´m gonna tell you about myself. My names Anthony Mason, I’m 14 I have brown hair and brown/hazel eyes and I enjoy playing soccer and football and baseball (until i got injured) I live in los angeles california.
Throughout elementary school I kept a small group of friends and I never made any new friends with the exception of one kid, Matthew Peterson. There was a lot of kids throughout my grade school career that would come and live in St. Louis for a year or two and then go to live somewhere else. Most of these kids had parents that worked for Companies that would constantly transfer them to work somewhere else so their kids wouldn 't stick around very long. I was never friends with any these kids, until when i was in fourth grade when I met Matthew. He moved to St. Louis from Arizona and was a nice, kind, and very funny kid that was always had a big crooked smile that ran across his face and through his bright red cheeks.
You don't want to know me. You'll sit there expecting me to open up about how shitty my life has been, or is. The first agenda on your list is probably my childhood, right? You want to me to tell you how lousy it was, that my parents never loved me as much as my sister, that I resented my father for that until he dropped dead. No, you don't want to hear all that Good Will Hunting kind of crap.
On September 30th I met with my discussion instructor for my History class. Jeff Cox is one of the Graduate Assistants to History 1483. I met with him in Cate Center at 10am on September 30th. I chose to meet with Jeff Cox because he grades my assignments for this class. I met with Jeff to talk about a test we had just taken.
Bridgeport was one of the finest cities. And in a fine city, the finest of people are the ones who are famous. And the finest person in Bridgeport was Sakura Lee. Sakura was a fortune teller. She had long black hair, fair skin, and hazel eyes.
Elen Vaquero #21551 November 10, 2017 Narrative Merrell/ Wood, 4th period The outsiders >>>WHAT THEY DON’T KNOW ABOUT ME..... <<< ¨Hey uhm Ponyboy today we gotta rumble,are you okay,
I took a time to think through. As I started to calmly analyze the issue I was facing, I realized that it was me who was not trying hard enough to change. It was not because I couldn 't speak English that I didn 't have many friends. It was because I resisted talking to them myself. It was not because I couldn 't understand English that I got bad grades on biology class.
I along with my family moved to Canada in 2004, this was the biggest and happiest day of my life. I had great expectations for my future; since living in Pakistan, I understood that Canada was a land of opportunity. Unfortunately, due to the earthquake in Pakistan on October 8th , 2005, we had to move back to Pakistan since we had lost members of our family as well. The move back to Pakistan at that devastating time was very hard for myself and my family. My father enrolled me to a school in Pakistan since we were going to live there now.
Eulogy for Caius Martius Coriolanus Welcome friends and family, we are here this afternoon to pay respects to the memory of Caius Martius Coriolanus, a warrior, husband, father, and dearly loved son of mine. For those of you whom I have yet had the pleasure of meeting, I, Volumnia is the mother to my endeared Coriolanus. My treasured son was born on the 1st of August, 1890 at the centre of Rome.
I wasn’t going to let anything tie me down from being successful. III. MAIN POINT 2 – I had realized that I wasn’t that little girl who wanted every toy she saw, I now was someone who was not willing to give up until I achieved the end
