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She had done pretty well with the book-lessons. It turns out that she had checked out a history book and has been reading it between classes, so she was already catching up with other students, faster than I had expected. She seems to enjoy that subject. And her knowledge of herbs and their uses was more extensive than I had believed--the main problem was translation. I would ask her about an herb, and she would say she’s never heard of it, but when I started to describe what it looked like,…

Before I was born, my parents went on their honeymoon in California. Their stories were filled with amazing places, while their pictures showed the wonderful sights. I love when we sit on the front porch swing with the picture album and talk about their trip for hours. I can clearly imagine every little detail that my parents share with me. Their story has always fascinated me since the first time they told me the wild adventure. They had the most crazy adventures from skydiving to swimming…

Music always helps me escape any of my problems, no matter how big or small. I enjoy listening to music whenever I am doing something, whether it is studying, in the car or cleaning my room. I listen to all genres of music; some of the music I listen to does not have any words, only sounds and melodies, and other styles of music include various beats, themes and even languages. When I came across the song, “Slow Dancing in a Burning Room” by John Mayer, it really captured my heart in a way like…

Lonely Kid The older I get, the easier it is for me to see what a strange child I was. There are two things that stand out to me: I never became upset over physical pain and I was always alone—usually not by choice. Back in Kindergarten, I was stung by a bee, sitting in a playhouse by myself. All the other children were off laughing and playing schoolyard games. I remember holding my knees to my chest, as I rest my head against the plastic wall, and hearing the bee, then seeing it, but not…

The first memories I have of Daniel Schatz are vague. I mostly just see pictures of him and me in old photo albums, and create my own memories of what I imagined happened. I see him holding me the day I was born, us eating birthday cake together, riding golf carts together, and other things cousins do. He was my first cousin, so we were closely related, more like siblings than cousins. I do remember a little bit of him, mostly from the years leading up to his death. He was a straight-A student,…

September Favorites Long time, no see. University has been a whirlwind of experiences that I’ve barely had time to catch my breath and just breathe. I meant to post once a week on here, but as you can see, I missed my goal. Between figuring out classes, homework, making friends, rushing, joining clubs, and exploring LA, I feel as if I never have time to myself. I find myself constantly surrounded by my suitemates (perhaps the best people at Pepperdine), constantly laughing or complaining about…

their favorite tomato soup can tickle their nose. We did something similar in class when we each brought in something that was meaningful to us. We all had different objects that meant something big, including a volleyball ticket, car keys, even a CD album. Merrill Glass is getting the idea that people should treasure them and their past. These becomes part of who we are, and as long as we are alive we should remember them. Remembering gives the purpose of the past. Rather good or bad, these…

Hey. Happy birthday! I hope you 've been having a great summer so far and it 'll be even better after your 17th! I kinda miss you and I 'm still hoping to get a text from you someday saying that we can give it another shot or start over but I 'm not expecting it. I really regret what I did. Everyday I regret it. I wish it didn 't happen. Good luck at GHP and with your subject SATs, and I already know you got a 5 on all your AP exams! I have no doubt that you will get a 5 on the national exams. I…

My Holiday to Beijing I sat on the hill the wind pushing my hair softly in all directions, I had an photo album in my lap containing all the memories of my recent trip to Beijing. Looking at the photos made me remember all the wonderful times and fun I had during the trip. I remembered the time when I was at the airport, having emotions at the time which were indescribable, my heart was racing like a bomb and my eyes shinning with joy. I could see myself walking onto the plane I knew in my…

wrestling with a lot behind those sunglasses, and eventually tattoos his heart squarely upon his sleeve. Wright's film is populated with a near-constant mix of old-school R&B, spirited British punk, and a mixtape full of obscure hip-hop and deep album cuts that, at times, are syncopated to the visuals and scenes they songs are featured in. In other moments, the lyrics and beat are cleverly woven into the action depicted on screen. From an aural standpoint, Baby Driver is a joy to "hear" - the…