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The life we live is like an open sea. At times, it hurls violent waves on us, completely throwing us off our tracks. Usually, the only way to recover from the blows that constantly blind us as we journey along is to fight with our strongest will possible. I have lived the kind of life I consider extraordinary. My father use to assault my mother and when I was a young girl. On almost a daily basis, he would send me to my room, lock me in there and abuse my mother. She was never the type to fight…

Emotional Intelligence I believe I am lacking emotional intelligence because I don’t always manage my emotions well, but I can stay motivated when things are difficult in my life. There are many examples I could use, but I feel like the most recent would work best. Just a couple weeks ago I experienced myself acting irrationally towards my parents and I was neglecting their feelings, it all started when I began college. My parents were having a hard time with the transition of me not being home…

I believe that every person has their own good sides as well as bad sides. Since I am one of a person, I do have these two sides of it inside of me as well. I will be focusing only on my good sides now. There are three type of good characteristics I have. Of course, there are more. For now, I will tell you just three of it. Three types of the characteristic I have. The first positive characteristic of me is, being friendly to everyone. Which means, I am a friendly person. It doesn’t matter I…

I have always considered myself a leader especially because of the environment I grew up in. The ability to become a leader amongst my friends, family, and my organization are all attributed to the choices and effects on other people that I had growing up. When it comes to my organization I have no choice but to be a leader, you can’t just settle for being a manager because people may not truly respect you. As a leader in my organization, I am able to influence not only my supervisors, athletes,…

I can’t stand the taste of this nicotine on my tongue, it’s bitter and degrading. But it’s the only hint of heat on this raw and bleak night. It’s cold as hell, which doesn’t make sense because hell could never be cold. It’s always cold here. Fucking Michigan. God’s snow globe. We are all fucking snowmen in this winter-wonderland. Well, most of us, not me though. No, I refuse to follow the ways of these morons around me, who just go on with life as if nothing were wrong. Not giving a shit about…

My Dad My Dad has always been my inspiration ever since I was little. Some people can say the same thing, but some can say their father wasn’t like my dad. Even my dad couldn’t say that his father was his inspiration. His dad left him just when he was an eight year old boy, and would come back when he turned sixteen. Only to leave yet again and not speak to my dad until he was forty. Sitting outside on the steps as my dad and I watch our dogs run around after each other. The glow from the sun…

take our lists and shred them as she told us about what to expect in college. She told us that what we have is valuable, a fresh start where no one knows who we are. There are over 20,000 people on campus that don’t know our names, they don’t know a single thing about us. 20,000 potential connections. We should use that to our advantage and wipe away what we knew about who we are from high school because we now have the potential to be anyone we want to be here at CMU. This lesson still amazes…

“I will not love it! And isn’t it better to look like a fool with me than with Perceval? I mean, whoever your future husband may be.” Carina gave a wry grin and held out the other cucumber. “Just go ahead and grasp it and move your hand up and down with a firm grip.” Summoning her courage, Joan reached out and wrapped her hand around the cucumber, doing her best to imitate the actions Carina had demonstrated earlier. “You are a natural!” praised Carina, and Joan groaned at the statement. “Now…

For instance, in the poem “The Gypsy”, based on my interpretation after an amount of acceptable readings through the writing, Harrison, (author and narrator), talks about someone else’s daughter. The narrator is communicating the readers how “she arrives in a magic moment” to the unknown person’s life. This individual without identity that Harrison is referring to in the poem, was not expecting a daughter for sure, so he “turns away”. I guess either he did not care, or was not prepared for such…

THE END I am the only one left. Should I cross the hard gray smooth never ending rock, which took the life of my brother and sister? There has to be a way to get to the food source that father talked about. Brother almost made it before the thing with the four rolling objects took him. With Sister it was quick. She just bounced and that was that. The end. It all started a month ago, when Father was getting ready to take us to the place that I am now. Mother and Father, (I miss…