Wait a second!
More handpicked essays just for you.
More handpicked essays just for you.
Mental health of athletes essays
Narrative personal writing
Narrative personal writing
Don’t take our word for it - see why 10 million students trust us with their essay needs.
Latin American Independence is unimaginable without Simon Bolivar. Simon Bolivar wanted equality, and had an extremely strong desire for glory. He was the liberator of six nations, Venezuela, Colombia, Panama, Ecuador, Peru, and Bolivia, and was know as the George Washington of South America. Simon Bolivar, was born into an upscale, wealthy family, and was educated at a young age. In Europe, he learned about the concept of the Enlightenment which drove him to overrun the reigning Spanish.
Simon Bolivar changed South America. He freed many countries in South America, while keeping his goals entirely intact. He took a stand against a tyrannical leader, to defeat a corrupt government, to gain freedom, and liberty. When Simon Bolivar was a young man he traveled to Europe, to visit the ruler of Spain, Napoleon. Napoleon was a French military leader who had crowned himself emperor, and quickly rose to power.
Cassidy Emerson Dr. Dorothea Browder HIST 102 7 October 2014 Atlantic Revolution Global Echoes and Enlightenment Evidence In Historical Documents Enlightenment ideas and philosophies served several roles among the Atlantic world. Viewpoints of human rights and government pushed revolutionary change after 1776, major politicians and scholars on both wings of the Atlantic mutually encouraged eachother to engage in revolution and enlightened reform, and eventually, revolutionary emergence gave way to new concepts of human rights anywhere, and everywhere. As a result, many global echoes, revolutionary trends, and Enlightenment views are discussed in several historical documents composed in the 18th and 19th centuries.
El Paso and Ciudad Juarez lie side by side, but are separated by the Rio Grande. The border’s way of life relies on the dividing line. As a resident of Ciudad Juarez, I experience a blend of cultures on an everyday basis. However, in 2010 the unique culture of the city was darkened by the shedding violence in Ciudad Juarez. Ciudad Juarez came to be known as the deadliest city in the world.
There were rice plants on my left and farm animals on my right. I grew up in New York City, so you can imagine the millions of questions that were running through my head. I’d never been to the countryside of the Dominican Republic before, but when I finally did, I couldn’t be more ecstatic, despite the scorching Caribbean sun burning down on my brown skin. I hadn’t visited the Dominican Republic since I was four years old. All I had was vague memories of my grandmother’s boisterous laugh and the chickens in the backyard I loved chasing after.
One day, on an early Thanksgiving morning, my family and I, drove out of Valdosta to a farm. Our goal, wasn't to buy a turkey but rather goats, chickens, and a rabbit. At first, what I saw were a big empty land of dirt, plowed and perhaps ready for the seeds to be planted. Out further, I could see the woods surrounding the land and a gathering of crows flying and dancing, with the sun high in the sky. There's also was a small wooden house and cluster of cages separated by a big metal fence.
The light of my torch reached but a few feet in the heavy darkness. The warmth of the Medoc earlier had begun to fade away, and I could feel the cold dampness of the catacombs seeping into my flesh beneath my parti-striped frock. “Proceed,” Montresor said, “Herein is the Amontillado. As for Luchesi---” “He is an ignoramus,” I interrupted, placing a shaky foot forward. All this about Luchesi-- though it wasn’t he who had been chosen to taste the Amontillado, after all.
The person I interviewed was my grandpa Ernest Mendoza who is seventy five years old walked into the interview trying to remember his post secondary education that was quite a while ago. His post secondary education was being a part of the US military. The branch he was in, was the Army. The way he came to joining the army, was when he was drafted. He was drafted the day before Christmas, when he was twenty four years old.
The blaring alarm clock went off mimicking the sound of a car horn. It was two in the morning tentatively stretching out my arms, while attempting not to bump into my sleeping neighbors, I searched for my shoes. Only to realize I had slept in them knowing I would sleep three hours that night. Then it hit me. It was the last day of the pilgrimage, and we would finally reach our destination after ten days of walking.
The same aggression to improve that I put into rising in ranks academically, I also put into my new sport of choice; Tennis. I have been determined to improve as a player and have thrown myself at any opportunity to do so. This drive has helped me transition from the bottom of varsity to the top-ranked male player and team captain both junior and senior years. I may not be playing baseball today, but I have taken the lessons I learned from leading my team and applied them to other aspects of my life, such as my position as Tennis Team Captain.
Aspects of Venezuela’s Culture Venezuela is a beautiful country located in the northern coast of South America. A long time ago, it was a destiny for immigrants from Europe and Africa. Venezuela is characterized by a diverse group of people who share some characteristics from their own culture: Tradition, language, family life and hospitality.
The most meaningful intellectual experience I had occurred the last time I had the chance to visit my home country, Venezuela. It was late July of 2010, and I was visiting the only family members that remain in Caracas. The moments I arrived I was immediately confronted by the immensely deteriorated state of the airport. The walls were peeling in places, the duty-free store was only the size of a small supply closet, and even the baggage claim carousels were dirty and undulating in weakness. The entire airport was empty, pathetic, and gray, and the people arriving were just as sad to be arriving.
We had landed in San Salvador, but our resort we were staying at was in Chalchuapa, two hours away. The whole bus ride there it was quite, people were either sleeping or off in their own world. I can never usually fall asleep on bus rides so i just stuck in my headphones and listened to music and thought. It was nice to smell the air there again. It wasn’t always the freshest because bigger cities, like San Salvador, or cows, but out there you can see the stars, smell the fresh air, and feel the wind.
Last spring break I was lucky enough to travel to the city of La Paz, Bolivia. While there, I worked in a small orphanage and school for abandoned children. During this time in Bolivia, my eyes were opened to many things, including the immense sense of stability that we as americans, are very blessed to have in our everyday lives. These Bolivian children were victims of abusive households of all kinds, and many of the children’s families were unable to even support them. I witnessed people collecting rainwater to drink, growing next to everything that they ate, and making dangerous journeys over the mountain to reach the orphanage day after day.
When you play tough matches that last about two hours or more every part of you is tested. Being in tennis you have to shake your opponent 's hand win or lose. Tennis has taught me how to control my anger and to always be the better person. I learn how to respect my coaches because all they do is try to help us improve mentally and emotionally. Also, I understand that not everyone one is taught to have good sportsmanship, but one of us have to be respectable.