I did well at presenting my speech, eye contact was ok but could give it more, and knew my information. I could increase my eye contact and maybe volunteering myself to go sooner so I could get it done right away. During my speech something unexpected happened, my friend Selena had volunteered to help me play my video and was supposed to go to my power point and show a few pictures I had about my presentation. But I noticed that after my video, I wanted her to go to my power point but instead she just let me present I played the last part of my video for my conclusion and that was it. From my S.H.I.E.L.D. speech, it was very different because it took me longer to do my outline and wasn't ready because I had gotten sick before I had to give my speech.…
1) What did you do? a. At St. James afterschool program, I interacted with children ranging from junior kindergarten through seventh grade on a daily basis. My duties include helping with homework, doing check-in, check-out helping with snack time and interacting with the children during several activities. b. When assisting the children with homework, I assisted all 4th graders with homework Monday through Thursday.…
The door slams. Angry voices pervade throughout the house. Fear, fear of what was to happen next lingered in my mind. It became a part of my daily routine. At a very young age I realised that life was not all sunshine and rainbows.…
Technology has developed so much over the years that we have relied on it so much. Technology is used in pretty much everything we use nowadays. Living in a neighborhood was the greatest advantage, but having kids the same age as I was even better. There was never a time we weren't outside: rain, shine, snow, miserably cold, or even scorchingly hot. There was 4 of us: 3 girls and 1 guy, all around the same age.…
On a snowy Christmas day at Sunrise Peak, there is a whiteout at the acme; snow is falling heavily, visibility is low, and the wind is unforgiving as it clashes against my bare face. I slowly start my descent down the mountain. As I begin to cut back and forth in a comfortable manner on my board I slip up. I try to turn to follow the slopes path, but I turned too sharply. The front of my board digs into the snow abruptly and causes me to plunge forward.…
I had been dreaming about this day constantly for four years. All of my blood, sweat, and tears had gone into this one particular goal. On September 24, 2015, I had finally achieved my goal in successfully verbally committing to a division one college. Through motivation, determination, and hard work, I achieved my goal head on, even though many obstacles were thrown my path. My journey began in seventh grade.…
For as long as I can remember, as a child I was raised to believe that a man should be the king of his castle. When I was five years old, that statement became a fable to me. I felt the Judas kiss the day my dad left. His reign has ended as king of his castle. He relinquished his crown and abandoned his kingdom.…
The food became a burden to even look at. I began smelling unfamiliar aromas. I felt like I lost my control and I couldn’t resist from eating it. Once we got through security, I could feel the warm air of the summer day embracing me.…
When we pulled into the parking lot, I stared at the forty-foot high ropes, excited, but prepared. My confidence was full blast. I was aware that my seventh-grade field trip was going to be like no other. The day was perfect! The horizon was one hundred percent, clear blue.…
A week into Fall, and the temperature was still lulling at 90 degrees, like the mosquitos that swayed comfortably above the bayou that ran for miles outside my English II class. The bayou would eventually diverge by my neighborhood. In class, the philosophical discussion on the Power of One by Bryce Courtenay also diverged. If Peekay could reach compos mentis (full command of one’s mind) after years of training, epitomized by a drunken bar fight, when would we ambitious students scrawled across plastic chairs and creaking wooden tables, reach compos mentis? Was it in adulthood, after college, or after the birth of our first child?…
One might take for granted, the safety of suburbia. I was led to believe by my parents that in "a neighborhood like this," I would be perfectly safe. In the 7th grade, I had to take the bus that dropped me off quite a ways away from my house, meaning that I had to walk quite the distance to my house. It wasn't a major problem, just a minor inconvenience at best. The main reason I took this specific route was to save some minutes sleeping in the early mornings, but I digress.…
Enhancing intelligence is something that might be a special trait to you, something you can inherit and not know or you can work hard and become something great. As both of these stories, will have something in common if you have not read over it. Both explain a different variation of intelligence and show what they truly think about it. ” He explained that he didn’t like having non-engineers supervising engineers. Engineers shouldn't have to be supervised by managers with limited tech knowledge.…
Growing up I’ve always had this burning urge and this desirous want to be just like everyone that surrounded me. I didn’t value or understand the true beauty in being different. When I was younger I used to have this thing about wishing to fit in, and I was always very anxious too. To be honest, I am actually exhilarated that my wish never came true. I have come to realize that I am not here to fit into the world but that I am here to build my own.…
This article is, in my opinion, an example of how personal narrative can sometime confuse the author’s purpose. In order to frame her arguments she discussed her experiences with her family, and specifically how she was born a twin to a stillborn sister. She explains her families lack of coping and how her family effected her life, but I failed to focus on the overarching idea that she wanted to get out because of how distracting the stories from her personal life are. Instead found myself thinking that her story was strangely personal without much justification for why it was this way. While the point of her article, the balance between truth and respect, was somewhat present overall, the sections of personal narrative that she decided to include muddled it.…
I was in the middle of my 8th Grade year when my mother sat me down to talk about what was going on in Los Angles, California. That day I got off the bus like usual and was going to do my homework, but before I could do anything my mother stopped me with a very worried look on her face and I was immediately alarmed by what she is going to say to me. She then enunciated “ Your grandma is in the hospital and I need to see her as soon as I can.” I asked her what was wrong with her mother, she then explained to me that my grandmother had kidney stones and they were unable to do surgery because her body was too fragile and she would not make it.…