On April 11, 1998, I became Catholic and it was the happiest day of my life. I had waited over 25 years to be confirmed and receive communion and because of religious education, my dream had finally come true. Religious education has many facets in the Catholic Church and that night I made a promise to myself that I would learn as many as I could in my lifetime. As a military child, I was always intrigued by the Catholic faith. Every Sunday I would watch the Catholic families pile into their
I woke up early that particular morning of the first day of my sixth-grade school year. I had gotten close to a full night’s rest that night with 7 hours of sleep. It was a brisk morning when I arrived to the front doors of the school. It had been the first time in two years since I had set foot in a school building. I had had been so anxious to where my anxiety actually converted into excitement and eagerness. I got to my homeroom where I saw new kids that were clean-cut and normal. I sat at the
anniversary, yet among the other days it felt different. It felt as if something important was going to occur. As if my mother also sensed the change atmosphere, she prayed three times instead of her usual routine of praying once a day. It appeared my father and my little sister didn 't feel it, as they carried on with their normal routine of getting ready. I eventually forgot about the strange feeling and continued to get ready. My father said he was going to work, so as usual my sister and I ran out the
Wake up; it’s the first day of school. I woke up to my aunt and mom standing at the end of my bed. I thought to myself, wow already in fifth grade, it has come so fast then I opened my eyes when I realized my aunt was talking to me. Why would my aunt be here just for the first day of school? She would never be at my house this early in the morning, especially just to wake me to say happy first day if school. There was something else, but they weren’t telling me what. Then, my mom said Allison your
remember the day I moved into my house. I remember walking in and inhaling the fresh smell of cinnamon potpourri from the moment I entered. Dancing across my nose, the smell of cinnamon made me feel at home; it reminded me of the times I would bake apple pie with my sister at my old house. The sweet yet spicy fragrance gave me a sense of safety and comfort even though I was in a completely different territory. Not long after, I had started a new elementary school. On my second first day as a third
Student first-day of school questionnaire ': “What are your career goals?” A question I was deliberately asked. During elementary school, middle school, high school and even during my undergraduate career somehow, I managed to come across that question every time. My answer was consistent, “To become a medical doctor.” I was always interested in the medical field. Since I was a child, the woman or man in the white coat always held my highest respect. I have to greatly admire and respect their dedication
shows all day. This is a common stereotype for stay-at-home moms, who have choose to let their careers go out the window to stay home with the children; however, I have chosen to be a stay-at-home mom while being a full time college student, as well as being a full time mom. In order to dispel some of the stereotypes of a stay-at-home mom, allow me to share a typical day in my life as a stay-at-home mom of my nine month old daughter. My day usually starts at seven in the morning. If my daughter
planned to hunt every day that I possibly could to try and get one more shot at the deer I had missed the previous year. Finally, hunting season arrived and the day came when the bucks started to come out. I had patiently waited all summer and now it was the time to strike. Having the opportunity to spend quality time with my Father, learn the importance of patience and persistence, and be rewarded with the chance to harvest the buck of a lifetime made this one of happiest days of my entire life. That
Imagine: it is your first day at a new school. You feel anxious- you do not know anyone or where your classes are. All you can concentrate on are your previous friendships and school. You continue to focus on getting to the end of your school day. Why? Practice. Or, maybe you are going to attend a meeting for a club or activity. This extracurricular is the first time you feel you can actually enjoy your time in this new environment. You know that, within this activity, you have the opportunity to
you hear that?” I asked my older brother. “Go to sleep, it’s one in the morning!” Mark said. I closed my eyes but lied there perfectly still listening for the sound again. I didn’t hear it, but I fell asleep trying to listen for it. The sun woke me up shining on my face from my window because we haven’t put up any curtains in our room yet. We have a lot of other things we have to do on the house since we just moved in. I get out of bed and Mark is still snoring, so I grab my pillow and him in the back
The first day of kindergarten will always be an everlasting memory to me because it brought up my biggest challenge in life learning to read. Learning to read was a struggle for both Fredrick Douglass and I due to inconsistent teachers, challenges which sparked motivation, and effects on our future because we had to teach ourselves the fundamental of reading. It is difficult to learn to read and when you have inconsistent teachers. This adds an additional obstacle. Although I was not a slave, the
Tell what you knew: My first day of high school seemed like the beginning of the end to me. I wasn’t really that popular, I didn’t really have the last name to fit in with the town of Marathon, and many other reason to be afraid of what might happen to me based on what I heard from others and just the plain fears. Most of my freshman year was just me trying to stay out of people 's way, with everything that has happened to me it seemed like every day was a battle to not get my head in the wrong spot
5:30 am when morning August 2008. It was the first day of my high school career at one of the privet schools in Saudi Arabia that my uncle was the head-of. I was excited because my best friend Mishari joined the same school. As though, I knew it would be a tougher year studying with him, but it does not matter today. What mattered was that my brothers and I got ready for school. I walked to the school, which was roughly 15 minutes from home. My teachers were smiling to their students all the time
It’s my junior year of high school and I’m distraught as it is 1 am and my mom is packing her clothes and leaving. After a fight with my dad my mom made the decision to move back to her parents until she could figure out what she would do next. For me this meant she was divorcing him. She was divorcing the family. After countless calls to my grandmother 's house and no answer from them or my mom I gave up. That was it my mother left the family and now we were three. A couple weeks went by and finally
First Day of School in America I face challenges everyday in my life. My family and I moved from Cuba in July 2011, two weeks before I was supposed to start High School. We moved here because of my dad’s work, he is a pediatrician and he had better opportunities here. My mom wasn’t sure about moving here, she didn’t want to leave our country, our house and her parents, and I just didn’t care about it, since I was too little to think that going to another country was going to make a really big difference
fear more than any other, and that is surgery to fix any torn ligaments in your knee. My freshman year of high school, I was the unlucky soul that suffered a torn ACL and Meniscus in my left knee. To this day I’m still not sure how it really happened, but it has definitely impacted my life. It all started on a Friday morning. I was going through my day at school, nothing out of the ordinary. I went through all my classes and had basketball practice later. We were running through some of our contact
The sound of my alarm awakened me from a deep coma. Today was the first day of not just any day but the first day of high school. All I could think about was the empowering, negative stories about high school being so repulsive with all the strict teachers, the really difficult tests, and being at the bottom of the food chain once again. “I pray to God that these stories are irrelevant to high school, I implored.” The car ride to Grayson High School was longer than I intended. When I got out of the
The Day My World Stopped I can remember this day as if it happened yesterday. The sun was out, the sky was crystal blue, and it was mother 's day weekend. The year was 2010 and I had no idea of the nightmare I had ahead of me. I remember being at my aunt 's house getting ready for lunch at Los Cucos to celebrate my mom, aunt, and grandmothers for mothers day. I remember my outfit: my hair straightened, black shorts, a white ruffled shirt, and my black Toms. I remember being one of the first ones
says Ms. Garth on the first day of school. Being only a Junior in High School, I wanted to drop out then. The only thing going through my mind was, “Is this woman crazy?” At the time, I did not believe I would be able to write a paper with 300 words nevertheless 2000. I had never written a paper before. Even Though I was stressed out 95% of the time, I learned that just as I had strengths in writing, I also had weaknesses. My strengths were knowing my audience, getting my assignments done when needed
In 1999, my mom and I moved to the States from Jamaica to live with her mother in Baltimore, Maryland. Since, Jamaica is an English speaking country I did not have a problem understanding the language spoken in the States. However, I had problems with Americans understanding me. Even though, I spoke English as a Jamaican, I also spoke with a dialect called Patwa. Patwa is known as broken English. Jamaicans will use sentences into their individual words, for example Jamaicans will say “Frah wha”
Annually, my high school will host a Boys Vs Girls rally in honor of Valentine’s Day. Despite participating both freshman and sophomore year, during my junior year I chose to challenge the festivities because I found a perspective of the event that it seem more harmful than lighthearted. As a junior, I was able to see how such a rally perpetuated sexism and failed to provide adequate representation for gender nonconforming or transgender students. Over two years, I saw that both males and females
Bank Experience) My first experience with selecting my current bank draws back to my first day at university. I created an account, on paper, at a tent during the welcome week celebration. The experience was quite rushed and informal. I had numerous questions and concerns. I have never had to deal with my own finances before, and I was quite nervous. However even though the rushed process, the bank was quite accredited and well-known so I didn 't mind and felt safe inputting my personal information
The students walks into school Monday, preparing their minds for the upcoming school week. They walk into their first hour, dreading the sight of the clock as they think to themselves, “If only it was a Saturday! Then I would still be in bed!” As hour after hour of school passes, going through first, second, third, then fourth hour, this student is becoming fatigued. Then it hits them. It knocks them on the ground. There, on the board of their fifth hour class, lies the words in big bold letters
Personal Experience Monograph SSG John Webb The Worst Day of My Life 20 October 2012 ALC Class 001-13 Unclassified TABLE OF CONTENTS Abstract………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………1 Introduction………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..1 Description of events………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….1 Outcomes……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………4 Lessons……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….5 Conclusion…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Autobiography My first day of school, I was the happiest kid on planet earth first of all, because I was no longer staying at home, I was wearing a uniform and I had my first “Jansport” backpack. I remember it was black with many zippers. I also remember when I was bored at home I always opened my notebooks to see all the great work I’d done. First grade wasn’t my favorite class because I didn’t knew anyone. So in second grade, I met a cute Palestinian-like kid called Amit who from that day he became
“To be a human is an amazing feat of both the universe, and to most, God” The opening line that I used on the first day of class for what would become part one of the analytical paper. Having learned abundant amounts of new information over the last three and a half months, my original idea on what it means to be human still feels correct. The three majors themes throughout the semester have been how ideas can change over time, the role of technological advancements in change, and how humans have
six years old. I was still in foster care. I was mad at the world and I wanted to go home to my mom and dad. I wanted to live a normal life like every other kid I knew. I don 't remember the first day of school. I do remember that I went to an elementary school called Biddle in Detroit Michigan. I didn 't have a problem finding friends at all. I was a go-getter. I remember having a friend name Gordon. My early childhood life I was living with Mrs. Rodgers then I got moved to another family by the
On the first day of Kindergarten, I remember how my mother held my hand. I remember how, before she kissed me goodbye, she whispered into my ear, “tienes que ser la mejor,” you have to be the best. I was born into a family of hardworking immigrants in a city only an hour away from the Mexican-American border. My parents, worried about the quality of education in the low-income neighborhood that we lived in, had toured schools until they found one that satisfied their expectations. As immigrants
could claim ownership to my metamorphosis into a young adult, and perhaps, in their own way, each event did play a part in who I am today, but only one event in my life is the event that I would share as my personal bildungsroman. It was supposed to be an ordinary day, that September forth, too early to expect a snow day and late enough that the newness of school has faded. September forth was supposed to be ordinary. It seemed I was the only one who knew better. That day both my backpack and heart were
On my first day of college, I was incredibly nervous about multiple obstacles I was about to face. One of my biggest worries was how I would manage to pass a college English class. However, when I walked into the classroom and saw my old high school classmates Jace and Lauren, I became a bit more comfortable. I was also relieved to discover that the class was very small, unlike my prior belief the teacher was not scary at all. In my early high school years, English class was quite easy for me
When thinking of the course of an average school day for elementary students one envisions a day spent working through the four major academic cores, in order to achieve a balanced education. Thus has been the experience of generations of school age children since the dawn of public education in America. A new era has arisen that has challenged, if not overthrown, traditional education dogma; a sole focus on English and Mathematics in the Elementary School setting. Science and Social Studies have
It was the day before heading off to college I had decided I liked the laptop that my dad had got me for college but I had had my eyes on another one. It was at this time that I decided to go buy the one I truly wanted. This ultimately led to the longest day of my life. I made my way over to Best Buy which was around 20 minutes from my house at 10:30 AM. I got there a bit before opening and waited patiently for the clock to turn to 11:00 am. Now at this point I had not full made my decision. This
So far, from this class. I’ve learned a lot. I know that’s a very broad statement but honestly, we talked a lot in this class. When I enter the door for my first day of school the first thing we talked about was Syria. I didn’t know what Syria was or that it was a country. I didn’t really pay attention to international things because I was thought, “the UN got this” The only country I paid attention to internationally was Ecuador really. But I really didn’t get an inserted into the international
“I am happy to say that for a long time now, and to this day, Monday is my favorite day of the week.” Dr. Francois Le Roy is what everyone aspires to be, happy. Most people can go their whole lives without finding what Dr. Le Roy has. “I like going back to work, because I like what I do.” He inspires those around him when he speaks about what he does. “It’s what I wish on everybody, and I’m hoping that is why people are in college.” He loves what he does, and it is hard for him to imagine doing anything
It was a day, I was probably around the age of fifteen, which had changed my life forever although I didn’t know it at the time. This, however wasn’t just a normal day. It was the day that children looked forward to the most; it was Christmas day. On this day I had awoken fairly early, around six or seven, because I was excited to see what was under the Christmas tree. After a while of begging my parents to finally get up, we were finally able to open our presents. Although it seemed like it took
A Day in My Life It's 7am and once again the annoying repetitive sound of the alarm on my phone rings again. As I still have my eyes closed, I feel around the floor for my phone to stop the alarm. After ten seconds I find the cancel button, the alarm is still ringing in my ears. Eventually I open my eyes to find nothing but darkness. I feel as dead as Kurt Cobain. I stumble to the door and pull down the cold handle. As I open the door, I hear the sound of the T.V downstairs
But Now I Face It All Alone On a fateful winter night on January 31, 2007, I sat silently inside my car contemplating how I could ever enter my home to face my loving husband of 22 years. It was only forty-five minutes earlier that I received a tearful phone call from J.P. Unable to express himself, after returning from his doctor’s appointment, I said that I would be home immediately. Without a shadow of a doubt, I knew that J.P had terminal cancer. Over the next seven years, J.P. was receiving
has always been a sort of ambient flavor in my life, whether I picked up on it at the time or not. The area I lived in had a fairly large jewish minority. The grocery store where I got my first job had an in-store kosher bakery, and for passover an entire 2 aisles and several endcaps were converted into KLP items of every sort. There was a kosher butcher, bakery, a judaica store, a “kosher style” deli (which did offer bacon though) - my elementary school was across the street from and dwarfed by
“First Day of School in College” The first year of college can be a new and exciting to many students. Students can also take on new experience in their first year college. College can also come with challenges along the way. Students must try to find a way to balance their new college life, and transactions. Students go through difficult transactions like adjusting to their new environment, trying to make new friends and some many have academic difficulties. Adapting to an unfamiliar environment
The First Day of High School April 13, 2009 was just another ordinary day to everyone, but for me it was a very special day, because it was my first day in Crawford High School and the very first school I have ever attended since I came to United States. I vividly remember that morning, I woke up at 5:30 am, and I’ve never been so happy and excited since I came here. After I ate my breakfast and got ready for school, I asked my parents to walk me to school. I was finally on my way to school; I took
Found Myself My house is congested with my relatives and friends; my friends and family are here to wish me best of luck and safe journey. My heart is brimming with blended emotions. At one hand, I am frightened and somber; On the other hand, I am thrilled and glad simultaneously. It is my last day at my house and in my country. Tonight is my flight to America. I’m moving to America, to be with my husband and to start a new journey of my life. I remember every moment of my last day in Pakistan. I
boring, scorching summer day at my house. My parents are the complete definition of what it means to be dysfunctional because of all their differences. Although both may be different in their parenting style and problem solving, they both have a similar background and personality that is the foundation to our family’s unconditional love. It all happened about two hundred and seventy-nine days ago. My parents had just come back from the mall and I had been sitting on my couch for five hours with
-- To some people, retirement years are the best time in their lives. People needn't work hard 8 hours a day, go around the office all day long but still having enough money to enjoy fulfill their lives. However, others object that college years bring to individuals the experiences and worth remembered memory. From my point of view, my college time is the most excited and wonderful years in my life. A convincing reason for this idea is that college time is the base for us to have a better life. It
It’s the last day of the school year! The kids and teachers could not be happier! It’s the begging of the summer of “1991” the best decade people say, the 90s. I lived in San Jose ca. You did it, you graduated kindergarten! Moving on up too first grade. It was time to celebrate. Mom and dad say; let’s go to Red Lobster. Sitting outside on the wooden benches, waiting for the table to be ready. That’s by the big lobster tank. The lobsters swimming around in it just waiting for the next person to come
would be a solution for any school to change the way they organize their school day. It can change in the classes offered to select students, or include the extra-curricular activities that they will offer. They also will vary in the ways that they will schedule a school day. For example, they are able to choose the start and end times of the days, the time for each class periods, or they might even suggest a staggered schedule where you may take a class every other day. In choosing the type of scheduling
outside my foggy window noticing the dark, rainy, and dreary weather. Somehow I already knew that it wasn’t going to be a good day. I had a slow start to my rainy morning, as did the rest of my family. Still in our pajamas, my family and I watched movies all morning. We were in the middle of watching The Help when the phone rang, we all looked around at each other to see which one of us would get up to answer the phone. Eventually, my father rises, leaving the living room to answer the phone. My father
The first day of the semester when I logged into Organizational Behaviors I was extremely nervous. This course was one of my first online courses which I would could have two of this semester. I logged in having no clue what or who to expect. It was much relief when I saw and organized road map of the semester and everything we would be completed in the announcements sections. Now as the semester comes to an end I was happy to see the course stick to this schedule with no interruptions or surprises
up, I was always one of those kids who loved going to school. I loved being able to spend time with my friends and learning new things. One factor that I believe greatly contributed to my enjoyment of school was that I got very lucky in regards to the teachers I had and schools I attended. While there were some pitfalls that I faced in my schooling experience, the majority of my experiences were good ones. The schools I attended were schools that had many resources and teachers who really cared
point what day was exactly the happiest in my life. Was it the day I met my future husband? The day I married him? Or the day I became a mother? All of these were extremely happy events in my life, but I am convinced that if it wouldn’t be for the fact I agreed to marry the man of my dreams, I would have not experienced the joys of motherhood. For that reason I decided, that the happiest day of my life is my Wedding Day. I always was attracted to brunets with brown eyes, so I thought one day I will
Think of the happiest day of your life. What did that day center around? For me the happiest day of my life comes from the happiest place on Earth. I was 7 years old and my mom and I went to Disneyland. The park smelled like cotton candy and popcorn, just like you would suspect. The sun was shining and everything was pretty much perfect. This is definitely one of my best days! While I was in the park the person in front of me dropped their picture from Splash Mountain and I was able to hand it back