Cheering loud and proud, sophomore Michael McCraner tries to keep spirits high. The feeling of cheering certainly stuck with Michael throughout his first season. “I feel happy when cheering because I’m around my friends. After I feel sad because I wish I could keep cheering with my team,” Michael said. And just like his feelings, Michael plans on sticking around too.…
In completing the course English 112 at Robeson Community College, I have found myself with a new found understanding how to write various genres, and do them well. Newly, I have experienced the handling of opinion writing, research writing, and direct analyzation writing. These concepts greatly helped me achieve the knowledge of love in writing. This class had an overall positive affect on the individual I now am, and created a way in which I read an assignment, sit down, and promptly beginning work. In this class, aspects such as research, analyzation, and procrastination hit the closest to who I was before enrolling and completing this course.…
It's been ten years I killed myself. It's was very painful. The worst part was that I saw my family and my best friend in pain. I caused more pain on them then I was alive. My best friends feels that it her fault.…
Pacing back and forth, I pondered how our volleyball fundraiser was going to stay afloat. The council was distraught, unable to acquire more teams, with the tournament in two days. With our advisors and the vice principal leaning towards canceling the event, my council had two choices: get eight more teams to sign up or call off the event. I didn’t want to cancel because I knew that as Junior and Senior year approached, we needed more money to fund our proms and class trips.…
Summer Session I already came to an end. This class flew by so quickly. Since my last class participation assessment, I think I continued to show good work. I tried my best in class. Although all the reading in Mosaic I was amazing, Unit 2 was my favorite.…
At a younger age, I would say I believed that I can only trust myself and my mother, this is because as a little kid my mom would always tell me that there are bad people in the world and that giving them any information about anything can be very harmful. But as I grew up and realized what was actually happening in my country I knew there were millions of others that were suffering against the “bad people” and we could only do something about it if the whole community came together to help. It was at that time when I was about 25, when I started to put some effort into trying to establish more just conditions within my country especially after the implication of extremely high food prices. This is when I started my first strike involving my…
The Big Game It was December 7,2015. I was in Des Moines at a championship game. We played 2 games to warm up. Then went to our championship game up against the Waterloo Hoopers. We started it was 10 to 10.…
Slide 6 is very meaningful to me. It is filled with pictures I have taken throughout my past 3 years. When my freshman year at Paint Branch I decided to take Photography. At first it was just an easy art credit, but then it turned into much more. I started to go on trips to different far places and fell in love with what I saw.…
Starting a first assignment can be enjoyable yet nerve wrecking, as when it involves researching yourself on "Google". it doesn't seem to help either Being a beginner to online classes, Its quite Intimidating .Its comforting of being slightly used to the computer, as my past job experience has been mostly at call centers, in front of lucent screen. When I vigoursly research myself I expect to find past photos which I probably never knew existed, maybe a my space account, sadly abandoned as I matured through the years without it. What I did find though surprisingly did not surprise me .…
Keira became a walking corpse. Her full face grew skinnier than before, and her freckles were absent. Her face was as pale as a bust in a museum, but blue and veiny around her eyes. Her mouth constantly remained open, for she was unable to breathe from her nose. She had started to talk to herself, and she told herself all the time: “it'll all be over soon.…
Angevine Middle School in Lafayette. The school is very large. One side of the hallway is lockers and the other side is a window. The classroom my group has their activities is in the Special Education room. The room has big windows, Christmas lights, colorful pictures and other things that are visually appealing.…
The Big Game! We were talking, stretching, and listening to our warm up playlist. After about fifteen minutes goofing around, it was time to get serious. We all sat down on our dugout bench.…
In life, there are few places where we go and feel completely at comfort. A place where our guards are down and we can take a break from the chaotic world outside. Where you can rip off the mask of yourself that you show strangers and be truly yourself with no fear of being ridiculed. This place, for me, is Clark University. It is hard to describe in words why, but as soon as I stepped onto the grounds of the university I knew that it was where I was meant to belong.…
“Oh my gosh”, I whispered with dread as i stared at the bright computer screen. I was in the middle of my classroom with people talking and laughing, but not me. “That’s the worst grade i’ve ever had.” I need to have more responsibility... It was just a normal friday afternoon, kids getting excited about the weekend; school was almost done.…
I was not an excellent writer at the beginning of the school year, but I can gladly say now that I have inherited more writing skills that I will benefit from in the future. One of those skills is being able to reflect on every angle on my topic to allow me to organize my ideas accurately. This skill is beneficial to learn, for it helped with my report essay to acquire the focus of my paper more clearly. Moreover, this skill helped me write papers in my other classes more easily and efficiently. Likewise, my voice can be read strongly throughout the personal narrative essay, because the passion I had for my topic was an emotional one.…