My Story Essays

This story is about a boy who lost his whole family because this disease.so lets get on with the story my father came back from his 1 muoth jurany hes condacion was like he was about to die and when he want to the the docther they said he” is going to die because he was dieagnose with plague” so he “only had two days of his life” and a day past and then the boys mom went out to get wter but she nver came back so the boy went out to look for his mom and tould his sister to wait he want to find

Omer Saeid Oct.25.2016 ELA 7 “My Side of the Story” - Claim Essay In the short story “My side of the story by Adam Bagdasarian, there is a boy that has views on justice and fair play. Along with his brother Skip, the boys learn that lack of sympathy and selfishness can get the boy in trouble. I will show you what the author really wanted the reader to learn from this essay. Overreacting to a situation doesn’t allow for understanding and for one to solve the issue. It also creates a cycle of

The Story of My Life by Helen Keller is an inspiring and humbling story of a little girl who was doomed to a life of silence and darkness as per destiny but she re-wrote her destiny with her indomitable spirit and will. It is a tale about the power of love and courage, language, and learning. Made popular by the stage play and movie The Miracle Worker, Keller’s life has become an epitome of hope for people across the world. Helen was born on June 27, 1880 in Tuscumbia, Alabama, to Captain Arthur

traveled eons through time, To that very first Christmas, a night so sublime. Oh, how Santa pondered, “Ah, to be there THAT night, To bring Christ his FIRST present and see His delight!” Now, Santa knew better than to question God’s plan, “But I now have my work! A whole globe I must span!” So cheerful and sprightly, full of vigor and sage, One thousand and one years! (give or take an

If someone asked me "what's my story", I would automatically think "I don't know or I don't think I have a story". To me I don't think I've had a lot of thing happen or experience a lot of thing to actually have a story. If I thought I had a story my story would be about how I'm so closed off of feelings. My friends always tell me I'm this heartless person because I never had like his moment where I say "aww" when their telling a sad story or when I don't show any feelings. I would always think how

My Story by Elizabeth Smart was a book solely focused on her kidnapping and what happened throughout these nine months being away from her loved ones. Elizabeth Smart shows how strong she is through all the rapes and starvation and poverty she went through. Elizabeth is a 14 year old girl who loves her family so much she would do anything for them. She is a bright, beautiful, young girl who is in middle school, she is mormon and unconditionally in love with God. She is a normal teenager who is focused

In August of 2010 the people of Copiapó, Chile was struck hard by the collapse of the San Jose mine. In the book Deep Down Dark by Héctor Tobar detailed the lives and experience of the thirty-three miners who were trapped down beneath thousands of feet of rocks for a grueling sixty-nine days. With the whole world watching above ground it becomes an very anxious waiting game. As everyone above watching, the men below go through daunting tasks and form a brotherhood that keeps faith alive. In Deep

better version of my parents and achieve many things in life. During my freshman year in High school, I knew I was going to major in business. I come from a household of five, my father, mother, two younger sisters, and myself. I am the first in my family to go to college and with that being said, I have always felt the pressure to be the best role model and example for my younger sisters. Growing up, my parents have always been really strict on me, more than they have been with my younger sisters

Why cut my story short? Every life; every little bottle of emotions and words has a story. Some stories are similar, or thought of as cliché but every person, every being has one that is all their own. Some stories naturally are shorter than others, but some never get to find their ending, their happily ever after. I searched my entire life for happiness that was inches away from me, yet I never got it because of one lethal weapon we made legal. Words, completely free and okay to be spoken, are

My three shot story illustrates that you can’t always trust what you see. In frame one I used a close candid shot to show how deep the snow is. In the next frame I used a medium shot straight to show a little more of the background to show the where the colvard is compared to the road . Then in the last frame I did a point of view, long shot to show the tracks off the road. The first shot uses a close shot to try and exclude all the background, and get more of the detail. By doing a close up shot

“And Then I Tell My Story” is a short story written by Jack Canfield and Mark Hansen. Canfield is a bestselling author. He is a well-known for the Chicken Soup for the Soul series. Maria (main character) tells the story of how she had to care for her mom and six year old sister, who both had AIDS. According to Maria her life was put on hold because she was their caretaker. Her life consisted of school, doctor’s appointments, paying bills, shopping and cleaning the house. Eventually, her last

My new acquaintance and I appear to have known each other the least, although with exceptions. Meeting through similar interests and belonging to the same friend groups, my acquaintance Victoria and I have known each other for a little over a year. Now, if I were brutally honest I never had much interest in being close friends with Victoria. Because of this, her and I have never had many, if any, self-disclosing conversations. And the questionnaires we filled out about each other reflected that.

smashing through the leaves was the crying deep down in my heart when i had to let him go and be free from all the problems that had ever happened. The water ripples with drops of strong and killing tears like that one bullet. that had zoomed through his soft skull of happiness that lead to trouble; it was never his fault he was like that… it was the way people loved him for him with his daft moments. Why did i kill him? i have now lost my only family member that cared about me; we could tell each

The story of my body Written by Judith Ortiz Cofer is a biography of herself and how she had to deal with racism and gender roles. The story begins is when she born in Puerto Rico and then she moved to the United States and she speaks about the experiences she had while she was growing up. The experience she writes about is when she lived in Paterson New Jersey. There were many parts of the story which I liked and some that I disliked. There was a scene where I had strong feelings. Firstly this

I found the My Story assignment to be a fascinating one. I thought it was really interesting to get a closer look at how my fellow classmates defined themselves and what led them to their definition. The assignment allowed me to uncover another side of the people in the class that I didn’t know too well, but also it allowed me to see another perspective on my friends. The assignment is proof that even though people claim to know one another, they only know the information that they’re given, and

Hi Mrs. Choy, In respond to your questions, I must say I may have the generic immigrant story for you to read. Although I hate to admit such story, that 's how I was raised and am quite thankful, for I can look at the world at a wider spectrum. Also, I cannot see myself reply plainly to the questions and wrote you a somewhat detailed description of myself. Leaving Viet Nam near the end of 2009, I missed some school and fell behind the competitive Viet Nam education since the system in the U.S. is

The story I will be talking about will be how I got my scar on my nose. I was at my cousin's house in Poulsbo for a family dinner with my mom's sister, and her two brothers. We have family dinners at least once a month just so we can see each other and catch up with everyone, so when we do we normally go to one of my uncles houses because they have the biggest houses of all of us. So out of all of my mom's side there is my aunt who has two children who were adopted in Japan, Zoe and Zak, Zoe

Aphrodite. She was my Aphrodite. She will always be my Aphrodite, or maybe you could decide cause I would still be worshipping her at dawn when I am awake just to cry myself to sleep or even now, when I lay myself to death. Arch Tompson. The name looked well on me, as it should be. The family who adpoted me was the owner of Europe’s biggest biotech firm. I had the coolest sister ever, and she was also adopted. What a generous wealthy family who easily adopt kids just like people adopt stray dogs

surfed into the layers of my toga. Shivers climbed up my spine and that was when I knew. I did not know what, but something felt strange, as if something big was stirring. I thought about telling mater, but she was just too busy to listen to me, my pater; never, he just sits at his desk sorting through papers, and if not that stuffing his face in fast food and complaining about work, my soror, out of the question, and my frater; he would tease me so much. He would call it my “disease” that makes me

You know how Zeus had other children that were not with Hera, correct? Well, Hera had 1 other child. Her name is Tili. See know Tili has quite the story. Mount Olympus- Hera has had Tili. Everyone was asleep, (well that isn’t true for Hades). Hades did not like the fact Hera was having a child that wasn’t even Zeus’. Tili had no father. So, Hades went to the Graeae, who were three witches who share one eye. Hades demanded and demanded for a poison to make Tili fall asleep. “The poison will only