2004 Summer Paralympics

There is no such thing as a perfect world. Everyday decisions and sacrifices are made from the moment one wakes up to the second they fall asleep. But some sacrifices in life may be for the love of someone else other than one’s self, whether it be giving up your personal free time, letting go of a personal item for the greater good, or even to risk your life for the well-being of someone else. Either way, choices are made by everyone whether it be for themselves or for others. Thus sometimes…

It’s A Small World It’s the summer before my seventh birthday and I am invincible. It’s my first time at Disneyworld and everything is perfect. I am with my entire family, my sister, mother, and father. My heart flutters and I feel a surge of excitement. The ferry carrying us from the parking lot towards the magical kingdom is finally getting close to that iconic castle that I have seen so many times on TV. It is easy to forget we are riding a boat across a small lake that separates this…

I was recently asked to meet with a friend that has been feeling depressed for about a year and a half. I have noticed and others have noticed that he is not his normal self. He told me he is not sleeping well and his social engagement has diminished severely. He seems to be isolating himself and he visibly appears to be carrying a heavy load that those who know him have noticed. In addition, last week someone filled me in on information concerning the actions he has taken over the past two…

After another phone call to Betty without getting an answer, Louise placed her hands on the sides of her face and moaned. “Oh me, I’ve tried so hard to get through to that stubborn woman and to think I was even willing to work with her, but I was wrong. She might be a bitch, but I still need her help.” “Wait a minute,” Louise thought placing her hand over her mouth.”Oh my God, I know what I can do. She might be the mayor’s wife, but she will learn I am just as brilliant as she is. She…

Freedom One Saturday night I was chilling at my house. Every Friday and Saturday I would go to this club called Aqua in Hempstead but that night I decided not to go out. I just wanted to stay home, chill, and play some video games, FIFA. At twelve thirty in the morning, I received a phone call from my friend, Harold. Harold said, “Hey, what are you doing tonight? Are you going out tonight?” “No,” I replied, “I am going to stay home, hang out and play video games.” Harold said, “Alright, I 'm…

My time in counseling has come to an end. This road has been one of ups, downs, curves, and collisions. Throughout my time I have learned to help myself and how I am capable of helping myself. First, I want to say thank you for giving me the tools to know how to navigate life. Though our time was short, I learned so much. Secondly, you had asked me to do a critique of my experience working with you in counseling. So, here it is… Listening: I think having others share their stories, secrets,…

Trauma vs Valuable Life Experience I remember a time when I had to listen to my mom beg for my life and her own. It started one day in the early afternoon around 1 o’clock. My bedroom frigid and relaxing from the air conditioning, as I laid there listening to the movie, “Mac and Devin go to High school.” All while texting my friend Kayla about what time I was going to go over to her house that weekend. “This might be the start of a really great week, it’s going so well and I can’t wait to see…

The two articles Agonism in the Acadamy Suriving Higher Learning’s Argument Cluture by Deborah Tannen and The Better for My Foes The role of Opposition by Elouise Bell are both well writien articles. They both have very diffrent views but at the same time have some similaritys. One thing that I noticed when reading that they both talk about heated debate/ agurmnet. When i see those two words togther i think they are similar, as they both result insomething that you are talking about with…

Edward Hoppers paintings always tell a story. ‘Office at night’ is no different. In the painting created in 1940, Edward Hopper leaves the viewer wondering what truly is going on in the somewhat mysterious situation. While some might only see two people having a regular night in the office, the many clues given in the painting leaves one’s mind wondering – is there something immoral going on? The open window, mysterious lighting, and the facial expressions of both individuals suggest a deeper…

When I was five, I always wondered what was the point of living. There has to be some type of reasoning for me being here. I believe in destiny, the type of destiny where everything happens for a reason. It might not be a big reason or I might not leave earth with a big impact like Thomas Edison did when he created the light bulb. But I believe that all my actions have a reasoning for them. I may not know all the reasoning and they may not be all good, but that’s what makes life so interesting.…