Hello again, I am so sorry I’ve emailed you so many times but I would really really like to meet one on one with Gerardo. My initial meeting that was scheduled for February 14th, I had to cancel due to being very sick and not wanting to spread it to him or his family. Are there any open slots? God bless, Rachal Adent
Now in the town of El Caballo, which means The Horse, there lived a Mexican gunfighter named Terrible Tomas. Whenever the people of El Caballo saw Tomas swagger through the streets, his hands on the oak handles of his .44s, they let him pass. His black eyes shot fire at anyone who dared to bar his way. A stocky six-footer with dark skin and black hair, Tomas was very intimidating. There rode into town one day, a stranger.
As I write this, I’m sitting in the air conditioned 20 by 30 foot Campus Ministry room. It makes me feel nostalgic to think that it was just last year I was sitting in a room by the same name with strikingly different characteristics: cramped, muggy, hazy yellow lighting. Since my freshman year the entire building has slowly evolved from the latter to the former. Now as a senior, the renovations are over halfway completed, and it makes me feel funny to think that in the near future the Wahlert of my freshman year will be long forgotten in both appearance and culture. As graduation gets closer, however, I have realized that my frustration toward the internal changes of Wahlert do nothing but overshadow the good memories I have of Wahlert.
Symoi Halsoll I overcame many obstacles to become this person I am today. I never knew each year things would get challenging for me that would change my life forever. My family was from Kingston, Jamaica so I really didn’t understand that much of the United States because they were somewhat learning about the country too. When attending school, I never use to fit in with the other kids; I would only have one or two friends.
People all around the world in every year have to deal with disasters in their homes. Whether it be a death in a family or a natural disaster, people have to overcome problems on a daily basis. It is just within the nature of humans to break down and give up when these disasters come about, and to try to hide from the reality. Then once you face reality, you realize you need to start your life all over again, in some cases this is in foreign place where you know no one.
The Tough Mudder is very impressive for me by its motivations of all participants. Unlike the relax atmosphere at Noosa Jazz Festival, the day I attendant in Tough Mudder was a very busy Sunday with over five thousands of attendees in that day. My first job was cheering people up in the first obstacle, Kiss of the Mud, and it is really interesting experience to me. In most of the event, the volunteers are the boundary spanners of the event organization. So that before I did my job, the volunteer manager told us we should do whatever things we could to cheer people up by encourage them and make some noise.
It is important to be grateful for what we have even if it not a
Although I am still experiencing adolescent years, at 12, 13, 14, and 15 I 've been through 4 schools. In Simi I went to Parkview Elementary School. In Fairfield I went to K.I. Jones Elementary school, B. Gale Wilson Middle school and Rodriguez High School/ Solano Community College. At 12, I lived in Simi Valley, Ca. Before I turned 13, I moved with my mom, sister and stepdad to Fairfield, Ca and we have lived out here since.
Quite a while back I composed a section about "Wonderful Things. " If I recall effectively, the chief thing was "The Last Defender of Camelot" book recording by Roger Zelazny and read by "Odo" from "Profound Space Nine." Or perhaps you recollect that him better as the scornful Butler on "Benson." Notwithstanding how you recollect that him, Rene Auberjonois had the best perusing voice I have ever heard and holds that title right up 'til the present time. Nothing else thinks about.
Over the last fifteen years, I have grown mentally and socially. I credit my growth to my ability to analyze and understand the world for what it is. Social imagination is the use of information to understand the world and ourselves for who we are. Possessing the quality of mind that can develop reason and the capacity to shift perspectives are the basis of social imagination (Mills 2000). As I mentioned in reflection one, I came to realize that my way of thinking is what helped me overcome living a poor lifestyle.
I live in gratefulness and thanksgiving for all I have and don’t have. It all works to my
The heart warming look in his eye's that reminded me of who he was in the beginning, was the only reason I stayed. I was lying to myself, feeling sorry for him; blaming myself for the emotional abuse I was enduring. I could see the lost boy in his eyes after all the lies we had fed each other wishing that things could have been different. In the fight of love and war having to face the subconscious relief of finally being able to fearlessly let go of the memory we once had; I conducted the defense with great bravery till all his lies became hopeless melodies, where upon he fled. Turning a harmless peck I had confessed to given to another boy into his new retribution.
In my opinion, I think my Utopia would include happiness, no pain, no suffering, no world wide hunger, no fighting, and equality. These thoughts are included in my Utopia because in the real world we either deal with problems or may have even seen it. Treating everybody equally is something that we still struggle with today. In the past black people weren't aloud to use the same bathroom as white people and they were also not aloud to go to the same school.
What steps would you take to improve your chances of survival when facing a life-threatening issue? In “To Build A Fire”, Jack London describes how nature does nothing to help its inhabitants survive. In “The Johnstown Flood”, David McCullough describes how determination helped Gertrude survive a disastrous flood. In A Long Way Gone, Ishmael Beah describes how survival relies on learning from other people’s mistakes. Many authors express the theme of survival in their works by taking on different perspectives about the value of survival.
We all start out the same, as small vulnerable creatures known as infants, not born to be Black, White, Asian, Hispanic, rich, or poor, but to be human. Humans are born with the possibility of being great no matter the background, but not all live up to that potential. Of course those who do can be as legendary in history as Napoleon, Genghis Khan, Gandhi or more recently Nelson Mandela. Yet these people were not born to be Rulers and Social Reformers, but to be human, it was them who earned the greatness and put it towards what impassioned them.
