Maybe it’s not luck at all. It could just be opportunity, not skill. The line “Resign all clubs and committees” (Hague 513) is a joke about what colleges represent. College applications stress not only doing well academically, but to also participate outside of school in extracurricular activities to be well-rounded. It’s funny how on line eleven that Hague who is writing this poem in English, also says to speak nothing like it.
Appendix D contains ten sentences in which my transferable, content, and stylistic skills were applied to an experience which occurred in my life. This is exercise 6-4 in the textbook. My transferable skills included “coached”, “listened”, “helped”, and even “evaluated”. It would seem as though I should be in a profession where listening, helping and evaluating are all integrated into a day’s work. By being a physician, I would be “coaching” patients, in a sense, by directing and guiding them back to their normal health state.
Anh T Vo Dr. Oxendine Engl 1301-81057 18 December, 2015 Reflection Before my English 1301 class started, I made a commitment for myself that I would get an A in this class. In order to achieve this goal, I make some short-term goals, try my best, and consider my behavior. All actions and thoughts, which I have made in this course, give me a fresh result as the end of the semester is coming. Being an ambitious student offers me opportunities to keep encourage myself study hard and believe that my effort will be paid off. Before this course started, I bought a required book.
Flashback to my junior year. I sat quietly in my AP Lang class as my teacher, Mrs. Fisher, announced that the reading competition between the language arts classes called for the book count for September. She stood at the board, marker in hand, staring out expectantly at her large class. Hands shot up across the classroom, and my own nervous hand rose up to join them. Mrs. Fisher happily chalked up the small fortune of books that our class had read.
Sarah, I usually sit up straight and at times, lean forward during my asthma attack. I try to take deep breathes as possible and at times, it is difficult. Mccall (2007) showed an experimental exercise, “Ujjayi Breath.” Sit in any comfortable position or lie on your back, inhale and exhale through your mouth while imitating the deep, sibilant breath (Mccall, 2007). By taking slow, deep breaths with open mouth and then exhale.
I would like to be the student speaker because Washtenaw has changed my life in a significant way. I have learned countless life skills from going to school at Washtenaw Community College. By going here, I have gained the confidence needed to move forward in my life. I came to WCC as a high school dropout, with a G.E.D. I dropped out of high school at 9th grade to help provide for my family. My mother was in jail for a drunk driving offense and my father wasn’t around.
It is obvious that there are also the natural opposites of the super fortunate; despite of their laborious nature and their talents some people fail repeatedly. As it is true with so many human problems, people usually deal with this difficult-to-quantify inequality by giving it a name-“luck”- and then disclaiming any responsibility for how much of it they are apportioned. It is
As a result, I now limit myself to one meal per day. Which, unfortunately, quite often includes a 'side order ' of laxatives. Almost every facet of my existence has been altered by this, in some form or another. I 'm afraid to eat out at a restaurant with my friends, because I don 't know how I 'll react to the food.
Fantastic Friendship, Ordinary Boy Sobbing, lying silently, and putting the right hand on the forehead as if got a fever, with ultimate sadness in the chest. After begin absent for two years since junior, finally, they occured, once again. In short, I failed again unexpectedly, in another province-wide Olympiad in Informatics competition, somewhat related to programming. You may find it was not a big deal, and simply consider I was too fragile to undergo any impacts, but those competitions were the only things that I could discover passion in and enjoy euphoric success.
As far as childhoods go, I can reasonably say that mine was atypical. At the time, my childhood was like a fantasy shrouded in sunlight, grass stains, and an indescribable warmth that can only be called love. However, looking back with what I know now, I realize it was so much better and so much worse than that. An important part of who I am comes from the fact that I live on top of a hill without another house for two miles in any direction. That meant my five siblings
I always thought I was competent when it came to English. At various times my past teachers rewarded me with compliments in regards to my work. These compliments lead me to believe that I was a skilled writer, a proficient writer to be exact. In each of my past writings, I was sure that the content, structure, and mechanics were properly
As a child, I was exceptionally shy. I had extreme stage fright as I grew up. Having taken piano lessons since I was four years old, this was a significant problem. Taking piano lessons means performing at recitals, and being an active member in the LDS church, I was expected to play special musical numbers in church as well as accompany singing in Young Women’s and seminary. I finally decided it was time for me to face my fears and become used to performing.
Managing to look confident in front of my uncle, I left the car in such royal manner. With my heart beating irrepressibly, I was entrancing to Miami Dade College in my first day of school. I sprinted though the hallways in constant search of a familiar face. Overwhelmed with curiosity, I checked every door I crossed in my path. I was an explorer but rather than searching for “The Fountain of Youth” like Ponce de Leon, I just wanted to find four numbers: 1103, my English Composition classroom.
Heavenly Pizza It is very easy to find big varieties of food at any corner of the city, it is amazing to think of how many different cultures influenced in the American culinary. Even with so many different options of food, pizza is still my favorite. Ever since I was a little girl, my family and I order pizza at least once a week. There is something about pizza that makes it special every time I eat it, my heart feels warm whenever I smell that amazing scent.
Since as long as I can remember I have always wanted to do one single thing, fly! It didn’t matter whether I was a commercial pilot or a bush pilot or even just a weekend aviator. If I was in the air then I would be happy. It had always been that way, until one day when I went to my uncles ranch for the first time. As soon as I was on that ranch I knew I wanted one when I was older.
