Hi Yasna, It 's Samantha, the associate you interviewed Friday for sales lead. Sorry for the extremely late email, this is the first chance I 've gotten to write you. Today I went by Children 's Place at Eastridge, and spoke with Diana. You had asked me to see what I noticed that was different from Eastridge and Valley Fair, and the first thing that I noticed when I walked in was how much smaller the store is compared to Valley Fair. I also noticed how there is less traffic coming through at Eastridge then there is at Valley fair.
Counting down the list from number 20 to eventual number 1, my heart raced as they called out the names. It was 8th grade and the rankings were out. This may seem like a rather pretentious achievement but when they called out the name “Andrea Campos” as the valedictorian of Copiague middle school. My heart skipped a beat and tears streamed down my face. Hearing my parents brag about me to their friends made me feel like my accomplishment was their achievement as well.
I wish I could see Victoria Hernandez again. She was a very sweet, smart, loyal friend and funny. We went to school together in 7 and 8 grades in Curtis Middle School. She was very short when I first met her I thought to myself, I am finally taller than someone. Victoria and I were always together, especially in P.E. we used to always laugh and make jokes.
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
Senior year is winding down and three things that has been on my mind lately, one of which is UChicago. As I am artsy fartsy and I have written a crap poem to showcase my love for UChicago. Will anyone read this? Probably not, but I will share anyway and probably change some of the wording and add it to my quality blog (Grapesofcontentment.tumblr.com; high quality) University of Chicago To my dearest love, I pardon that my deep affections towards you are unrequited, And that you have many fine suitors that beseech you as well, As my love for you is immortal; an inevitable consequence of Your profoundness, your passion, your splendor, and intellect.
I was to be admitted into a Psychiatric ward so I could be watched, but not until the following day. Maybe if they would have acknowledged the fact that I was truly suffering I would have made it through the program. But I could not convince myself to stay in a place where all I saw was pain. My pain, my dad’s pain and every other sick child in the buildings pain. The following day came and I made the call that I was going home.
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
I smiled gently as my feet sunk into the warm sands of the Punta Cana coast. During a short snorkeling expedition on the magnificent coral reefs, I was abruptly awoken by a loud series of bangs. Who was outside the door this time of night? As the banging got louder, my anger quickly morphed into terror. My mind began racing with the infinite possibilities awaiting me outside the safety of my bedroom.
Off to Tahoe One day when I was visiting Tahoe my mom called a family meeting and she said we were all as a family going to move to Incline Village. I started crying on the inside but on the outside I was showing much exitement. I felt really sad but I didn’t want to disappoint my mom so I never told her.
So it's a good things that i am 23 and have plenty of energy left in me. Well I finally left my house to independence and oh boy was it crazy. It was bad there were cow and chickens running everywhere and there was families running after them. But there was a couple of good thing that came out of it, I found a really nice guy and he
My Antonia Everyone has their own tragedy, some are just worse than others. When Jim was a little boy both of his parents died. Entering their teenage years Jim moved to town with his grandparents and Antonia for work. They finally reunited decades later. This was a story of tragedy and youthfulness.
White, soft, sand beneath my feet. A slight breeze kisses my heated skin gently as the crystal waves flow methodically in and out, in and out. I had wished, begged, and pleaded for a white Christmas this year, but this is not what I had hoped for. At least my family is all together. Another Christmas, another strange and exciting place filled with culture and buzzing with activity.
Personal Narrative My eyes became watery. “Why? I finally get to leave this gloomy place! I’ve experienced so many things that I might not even have to go through in years just because I came to this unfortunate place!
My name is Raquel. I was born in Brazil the fifth largest country in the world. Portuguese is the official language. I am a senior student at St. Francis College in Brooklyn Heights. I am a curious person who loves to read books, learn about wine, and travel the world.
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.
