2009

Work Ethic What work ethic means to me is to be prepared and eager to work on a task. No matter what the task is you will be ready and willing to do whatever is necessary to make sure that task will get done when it needs to get done. I was told that this may be one of the most important traits of a person because it can get you jobs, it can be leave the biggest impression on people that may be important to you, make you pass or fail classes, it can just make you an all around better person if…

My plant is a sunflower. Sadly, I don 't have one but I would love to have one. I have seen one in the "wild". I don 't think that it would be conisdered as wild though but I have seen one outside of my city, in Baguio City in the Philippines, to be exact. In a hidden town, hundreds of years before, there were two people who loved each other and remained loyal to each other no matter what. The girl 's name is Noronia, and she is the daughter of a sultan. Her lover 's name is Gamaluddin, just…

“Can you promise me something?” Maybe it was the serious tone in his voice, or, just that particular arrangement of words, but Shawn’s question made Celia panic. “That depends…” she said with hesitance. “Promise me you’ll wipe the extra ice cream off my face before we leave.” Celia instantly relaxed and began laughing. “You know,” said Shawn, his tone heavy with sarcasm, “it’s rude to laugh at people. Especially those with disabilities.” Celia gasped dramatically. “How dare you accuse me of…

Challenges play an important role in people 's life. At the time it may seem bad, but there is a positive side to it. Everyone has challenges in their life, within those challenges there is a lesson to learn. The main challenge that I had to go through had affected me both physically and mentally. Domestic violence is not an easy thing to go through, yet again the worse part is to go back and talk about it. My family consists of six people: my father, mother, older sister, little sister and…

Day 625 : The rats are still in the cage, until a boy walked up to the cage and transfers the rats into another , smaller cage. Probably so the boy can clean the cage. Well, the rats were smarter than the boy, and the rats escaped. "Freedom!" Yelled sycorax while they were running for the exit of the building. After they were freed they traveled far, but at some point they settled down at the house of a military veteran named Joey. He had a small family. He has a son named Shaun, a wife named…

Being an immigrant is a title, but I view it more as a story, my story. On my way to America I’m reciting , “Dil Dil Pakistan Jaan Jaan Pakistan”, in my mind.The literal translation of that is “Heart Heart Pakistan Soul Soul Pakistan”. I was the definition of a stereotypical immigrant. A heavy Pakistani accent, for sure a curry lover, and of course I wanted to go to Harvard, the only option available for me. Inspired by the fact that America was the one and only place that I would be able to…

The Story Teller I'm Loving It. His name I Tom Peterson. He get on stage . The stage has a chair a small table with a picture of water and a glass. The stag in ina night club call stories. People come to eat and drink and for going on the stage. Most come to tell a story some to sing or play instrument and a little magic once in a while I t mostly the story's. Tom through it was his time to tell his story. The Tile of my…

“Two more days until we get our girls back bro.” Ethan says to me. “We’d better get in as much practicing as we can.” “It’s been a great week.” I type as I reminisce of the past few days. Ethan and I have been in hard core training mode this week. An all protein diet and intense football practice. The past few days we have been working on just building our muscle and strength up. I need to build up as much muscle as well as cut my body fat. This will help me to block my opponents better, tackle…

Saving Society Tumultuously, Diana Moon Glampers burst into the auditorium. As she irately evaluated the room, her eyes met Harrison’s. The look of pure defiance that was revealed through Harrison’s eyes enraged her. “Stop the music,” she demanded fiercely. Their music remained audible. “Now,” Diana persisted, her face swiftly evolving into a scarlet red tint. They still refused to stop playing. A mixture of anger and stress brewed inside of her; she could not bare to see all of these once…

Some of you will remember this story. It was ten years ago, and I was employed then as a forensic psychologist in Marin County. Much of my work involved talking to criminals, then testifying as to their sanity in a court of law. On the afternoon this all began, for example — that afternoon when I blacked out in Sara Johnson’s apartment — I was scheduled to examine a man who’d been accused of strangling his wife. Because of that incident, and all that has happened since, I know many people will…