How I Spent My Summer Vacation Essay

where I spent my summer’s vacations; the humid air of West Virginia seemed to contribute to the anxiety that suddenly possessed my body. Just a few months ago seemed like a life time ago as my best friend promised to continue our friendship even after a nasty fight with jealousy. Hoping she would want to talk it out, my finger touched the accept button and heard her voice. Her familiar voice that I had made laugh when I told a joke, her voice that shook as she would pour out her problems on my…

Knowledge class, I learned about memory as a way of knowing. Memories are vital in knowledge of the recent past. In my experience with my great grandmother’s term with Alzheimer’s, I have held on to many memories that she can no longer share. Even so, these memories will never be forgotten because I will keep them alive. This is because memories need to be passed on to further generations. Going to my great grandmother’s house in Gadsden used to be such an exciting experience for me. I would…

you will always look lovely.” I smiled as my brother Josh read from my favorite Roald Dahl book “The Twits”. Reading me bedtime stories was not something that my twelve-year-old brother was readily admitting to his friends. He was one year my senior and gauging solely upon our differing popularity at Frankford Middle School you would never know that we were related. My divorced parents worked long hours doing shift work which meant that Josh had assumed the role as my main caretaker. His…

Education During this summer vacation, I was fortunate to practice in Beijing Boundless Learning of Education Science and Technology Development Center internship, which is a newly established English training institution. My major is English, and I want to be an English teacher in the future, so with an unparalleled excitement and gratitude, I carried on my one month internship there. Yale Horizon Education is the English teaching of Beijing Boundless Learning of Education Science and…

The summer before I entered my seventh grade of middle school would introduce a trip that would change my life. The trip would be my big summer vacation right before going back to school. Many weeks before the trips time to approach I would complain to my friends about how the trip wouldn’t be exciting and how it would be another trip my mother was dragging me along to. My mother is a high school science teacher, she likes to host trips around the world for her students to sign up for and gain a…

Some kids are army brats, some kids are marine brats, some are navy brats… I, on the other hand, am a garage brat. My parents opened their own automotive repair business upon learning that my mother was pregnant. This business would expand into a towing company. Not surprisingly, my first memory is being in a truck. I was just two years old, and I was seated between my parents. This was before my parents abandoned their favorite hobby, drag racing, in order to be dedicated entrepreneurs. We…

moment I stepped out of the subway of 42nd Street in Manhattan, I was overwhelmed with a sense of wonder. The kind that let you know everything that there is to see on Broadway, at the same time, reminding you that you have neither the time nor the resources for such adventure. I stood still for a moment, admiring the extraordinary, bright neon signs. I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone in search of the famous Madame Tussauds Wax Museum in New York. As the location appeared on my phone,…

Margaret Peterson, her passion for reading began as a young adolescent. Margaret had grown up in an time where electronics and technology was up and coming. For entertainment and hobbies she would spend hours reading at home, in the car, and even on vacation. She lived in a densely populated area, that was not prevalent. Her father was a farmer, like most men in the community. She lived at home with 3 siblings, 2 brothers and one sister. Growing up on the farm she was exposed to animals more…

Gautreau, that’s my name. Some people say your name is who you are but I believe it’s the tip of the iceberg. A name is only an identification tag given to you because your mom thought it was cute when she heard it at a high school baseball game. What is it that defines who you are as an individual? I believe there are many things that made me the person I am today but it ultimately comes down to my family and most influentially my father. If you look at me now you wont see the foundation I was…

April, it was such a beautiful April. The year was 2012 and my mother wanted to fly to Dominican Republic for the spring break as usual. She bought the flights for April 5th to the 12th. I was thirteen years old, but had a mind and an appearance of an older person. Nobody could 've said I was younger than 16. It had been four summers in New York with my father. It was about time I got out. When I finally arrived in The Dominican Republic, I felt so alive. As you exit the airplane, you could…