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We decided to leave, but before that we wanted to take a picture at the sketch picture booth. The booth bench could only fit two people and there were 5 of us, yet we made it work. My sister, cousin and I squeezed onto the bench, while the kids sat on our laps. All of us were making funny faces, as the two year old looked confused. You could say the picture really depicted our day.
In the middle of the winter of the 5th grade school year at the Kaneland Mcdole Elementary School, I decided to cover for my best friend so he wouldn't get in trouble from my teacher. It was very cold while I waited at the bus stop every morning trying to amuse myself by sliding down the icy driveways. Ethan S., Sergio, and Grant were my best friends in 5th grade. Sergio was Mexican and a little shorter than me. He also sat next to me in desks of 5 or 4.
I am a pioneer! My pioneer story isn’t your average Latter Day Saint pioneer story, as far as historical LDS stories go! I was raised by goodly parents, I was born and raised in Spokane Washington. I am the youngest of three children born to Jim and Shannon Newell. My brother James is the oldest and four years older than myself.
Out of the three activities I participate in at Anson High School, the National Art Honor Society would be one that has impacted me the most. When I was first put into the art class my sophomore year, I tried my hardest to drop the course. The reason being is because I knew for a fact I would not be able to fully enjoy the course with my lack of artistic skills. After being in the class for a month and completing my first art assignment, I realized how much talent I actually do possess. A passion for art was quickly created over the course of time.
My personal Artifact is a baseball my son and I caught at the Giants game. It is white, round, has red stitches, and is smooth when new, but when we caught it it was beat up and the blue writing on it was smeared. A baseball is small and light in size. It can be thrown at speeds up to 100 MPH, or hit at at speeds higher than 100MPH, so when playing the game or watching you should be paying attention at all times. A baseball is made of a rubber or cork center, wrapped in yarn very tight, covered by white leather with red stitching around the out side, making it a very hard ball.
The little girls I was sitting with and playing with all day were fascinated by me, my hair, my glasses, and my school skirt. My adventure at Grace Hill consisted of the little girls pulling me around the playground, playing with my hair, kissing my hands and cheeks, or sitting on my lap. They were so excited to have some new faces and to get one on one
When I was fourteen-years-old, I saw the Afghan Girl photograph on the cover of the National Geographic. Her eyes are the color of the sea, and the expression on her face is haunting. At the time, I living on Maui, and had been since infancy. Evidently, I did not remember a life before Maui, and it was hard to image a life away from the island. To me, the Afghan Girl photograph represents the life I had on Maui.
They were massive guys compared to me, just towering over me, and it kind of terrified me. I never thought i’d get to be able to be big like that. I mean, I was just a little kid who didn’t know anything about lifting a weight. I just thought, “how am I ever going to get that big? I mean, there’s no way that puberty is going to be able to turn me into some sort of monster like that or something.”
The windows opened and a fresh breeze filled the room. Alex and Jill shared a few intimate moments while soft music played in the background. The mood was set for what would soon become a beautiful bonding experience. As the photographers entered, Alex and Jill’s focus remained constant.
My Acrylic Landscape My landscape acrylic painting is done on canvas, and depicts a cabin in a outdoors environment. The foreground of the landscape consists of a mixture of yellow, green, orange, and dark orange grass. As the viewer 's eyes move up there is a skinny patch of orange, and dark orange grass that passes all the way from the right side to the left. After the skinny patch of orange and yellow grass ,in the middle ground, there is a house that consists of brown, cream, and black.
It was a dark stormy night as I drove home from work. I was taking a long winding road with many curves and no lights. I had seen the speed limit but I didn’t care I just wanted to get home. I thought that if i had made it through the other curves at this speed I would be fine.
I am very much interested in this screen printing job. I went to college just to learn more about screen printing. I would like to use the knowledge, that I have acquired from college and from my experiences, to help me grow into a better artist, while simultaneously provide the best service to your company and your clients.
It marked the beginning of our freshman year together. Even though it feels like this picture was taken forever ago, it also feels like it was just yesterday. I never believed people when they said that high school flies by, until this year, my junior year. I was just beginning in this picture. I would have never guessed my life would be how it is now.
When I received my assignment back from my TA, I realized that I had some improvements that needed to be made to my paper to ensure a higher mark. By looking at the comments made by my TA, referring to the Writing History book for guidance and using my own knowledge, I was able to correct my mistakes. The first step I took in my revision process was to read all the comments and changes that he made. This helped me understand the quality of my paper and how much I needed to edit. The first point that my TA mentioned that needed some improvement was the structure of my thesis statement.
If you looked at me right now, you might mistake me for a girl doing some 'deep ' teen photography about society 's pressures or something. I 'm not, but I do fit the bill: long brown hair, sparkling brown eyes and porcelain white skin. In other words I look like an angst filled teen that 's covered in scribbles. I have no idea where any of this comes from, or what it means. It is English but the writing is practically illegible.