Rebels Without a Cause Not very many people have affected me in the same way as my friend Jake Fernholz. I have never realized the influence he has had on me until someone pointed out that we talk and think the same way. I only met Jake two years ago in track, when a pulled hamstring injury caused Mr. Kellerman to have me practice with the long distance kids. Mr. Kellerman forced me into staying on the long distance team and that is where I started to hit it off with Jake. It took me a long time to be comfortable with Jake, but when I did we quickly found our common interests.
There was once a boy living in south McAllen which was often referred to as La Balboa, and a sweet loving young girl living in North McAllen, these two individuals were unaware to the event that would soon be taking place that would change both of their lives forever. These two individuals were my mom and dad mom was usually refers to as La Prieta while dad was called Willi. It was the year 1995 where Willi’s friend Ray and La Prieta’s friend Cristina begged and begged for them to go on double dates with them, both Willi and La Prieta always refused. After begging for so long they finally but reluctantly agreed to go out with them. They weren’t expecting much but to go out and hopefully have some fun along the way, little did they know the
As a Cuban-born woman, my expected role in society is clearly defined; my thoughts and personality have a mold into which they must fit. However, a month before my fifth birthday my family made the decision to move to the United States and in doing so liberated me from these expectations and gave me the freedom to explore my own interests and beliefs. Ten years later, they were making preparations for my Quinciañera. Due to my Cuban heritage, my coming of age was set to be commemorated by a very long and very expensive night of food, dance, and family. For the same cost as the down payment on a relatively small house, I would be given the opportunity to put on a show in a dress that restricted my airways and provide food and drink for about
My grandfather was shouting, trying to get my attention, and when I stirred from my trance, I could then hear: “_Sandra, Sandra, this is yours.” He was pointing to a brown, buffalo like female calf, which had just been born. It was a gift, the first part towards my inheritance. In the El Dorado, money meant very little, the cattle was the highest currency.
Hola! Mi nombre es Asha. This is my fourth class with APU and I am enjoying my experience so far. I came here to finish my degree in sociology. It is very convenient to finish school online while working full time.
While it was only a fourteen-day trip, I learned more than a textbook could ever teach me. I got to see the culture and the people and I got to walk their
I was going through boxes looking for something, anything that would help me finish this project. My teacher just handed out an essay that we have to do on the history of a family member . My Dad told me if we have anything it would be in the trunk upstairs, but there were only trinkets in the trunk. I resorted to scavenging through the boxes in the attic. I gave up after finding nothing except a picture of some man sitting on a pony.
Independence. Freedom. What I thought I was fighting for was being taken away from an entire group of people. People many of us were friends with, equals with. They are Americans, but that didn 't matter.
I became accustomed to my surroundings. What a stunning natural beauty filled with exceptional people always dancing salsa as they cooked. The thought of tasteful food like sancocho will drag me
I have had tough hope once, I had to move to a different state and start to get used to the new place. Moving was hard and took a long time to move everything to our new house. My new house was hard to get used to because it was different and I wasn 't used to it which made it hard to sleep and I had to leave my friends behind and I would have to find new friends. Making new friends was hard because I would be alone until I found new friends and I would have no one to talk to so I would be very quiet. Usually I would always be talking to a friend and I am only social with friends.
I was in my freshman year the time that I traveled to Managua, Nicaragua. What attracted my attention was the culture and language barrier, a seemingly unbreakable facade that held incredible stories and experiences behind its imposing wall. The thought that I could hear these experiences and learn from them gave me a reason to connect with these boys and pour out my heart to them. After a week of constant twenty-four interaction, the wall crumbled and I had an experience I will never forget As my school prepared to go on this trip, I was not planning to go on the trip.
It was January 29th, 2012, and I felt as though I was just thrown under a bus. My life as I knew it, was changed forever. This metaphorical bus taught me a lesson... that being loyal, and doing the right thing, aren’t always the same. People try to live up to a standard, but most of the time, this is just the societal norm. Being faithful in a friendship, can conventionally be necessary, but it's never worth lying over, and that's where I went wrong.
Several years ago, I lived as a peasant girl. Both of my parents are laborers on a rural farm, as well as myself, because I was already 12 years old and we needed to survive. We were surviving, but without the extras in life. We were lucky to at least have food, shelter, and clothing. It was a better life that a lot of the other families had at that time.
I was teaching a lesson when an obnoxious ringing noise came from the back row. I approached the source of ringing, and wound up at the desk of a pale skinned, long haired boy. There was something odd about this boy, he was definitely socially awkward and there was something that made him different from the rest of the crowd, but I just couldn’t tell what that quality was. Anyways, I extend my hand and signal for the device making the noise. The pale faced student gives me nervous look.
The trip was such an unforgettable vacation for me with many different emotions such as happiness because of building houses, playing with some poor kids, and experiencing the beauty of nature. Sometimes, when I recall, it seemed like only yesterday. It’s really a happy trip. I can still remember how excited I was when waiting for departure in the Dammam airport.
