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Walking into Hemlock Creek Elementary School, I get a feeling that I do not feel at any other school. I was able to attend this school the first two years after it was built. A great number of memories have been made here by the kids heading to school. The children are kind and greet you every day. During the summer, a lot of additions were being made to this somewhat new school by Miron Construction. They were adding a new gym and many new classrooms because the school was expanding quickly.…

for life, that technique is known as cradle to grave. The use cartoons, comics book characters, or even food branding. They’ll use many psychology techniques on kids as young as possible so you’ll be attached to for as long as you live rather it be Legos, Spider-Man or even Pizza hut. Due to the fact that consumption is an important role in American society, people in other countries suffer whether it is taking their land to build factories or polluting their air and exposing them to toxins,…

One of the most popular slogan used by Donald J. Trump in his presidential campaign of 2016 is "Make American Great Again." At the first glance, this slogan brought back memories to those who experienced, first-hand, the peak of American nationalism. For an outsider who has not fully experienced the progress of American history, we wonder when was this period of greatness. From a remote perspective looking back at the past, each decade is transformed by its own noticeable identities and…

Milestone Paper #1- Sammy Smith’s Development Sammy Smith is attending 1st grade at Blue Ridge Elementary School. He is a very reserved child. He seems to only talk to one other boy at school, Ben. Ben and Sammy have similar interests such as, cars and Lego action figures. It appears to be difficult for Sammy to play well with the other kids at school, sharing seems to be an issue. Once he is given something, it is hard for him to give it back. Sammy’s academic grades seem to be excelling in…

wonderful date without the kids. “Hey guys! How are you doing?” I ask cautiously. The carpet squishes under my feet as I embrace my new surroundings. The house smells like laundry detergent and some leftover pasta sauce from last week’s spaghetti. Legos and babydolls litter the floor. Pink. Green. Orange. The many colors of toys flutter around my head like a…

that we were going to receive a robot. Upon that realization, I was fairly intrigued. I was excited that I was going to be able to build a robot and then program it accomplish tasks. I do no really recall a time in my childhood when I played with Legos, so I was excited when I found out that we were required to reassemble the robot after taking it…

I was born on October 14, 1996 at John Peter Smith hospital In Fort Worth, Texas. From what I 've been told, the pregnancy was uneventful. However, the labor was horrific. My mother, was set on having a natural birth. After 33 hours in labor, and many previous refusals for C-Section she finally relented. The doctors had explained that I, she, or both of us could die and that natural birth was no longer an option. I was born just barely six pounds of screaming baby, difficult even from the start…

arth Island Journal, Autumn 2015, Online. The Earth Island Journal’s cover is a striking contrast of black and white with the white creating a native woman with a tree and a tower in the background as she leans over a stream. The title of the issue is stated in large, bold, red letters: “Return to the Native” above that title is the name of the publication in white. The bold contrast of black, white, and red on the front page shows signs of attracting readers that are passionate in their cause…

Observing a child is an admirable experience. It is amazing to see how differently children view certain situations compare from adults view. I recently observed three children. A one-year-old girl named Lily, and a three-year-old boy named Alan and a three-year-old girl named Gaby. The two little girls Lily and Gaby are sisters, which had a change in how they interacted with each other. This was a natural observation; the place was a classroom at a family daycare center. The room was decorated…

I can still remember the naiveté, and resplendence of my youth. In my memories, colours are vibrant, sounds are sharp, and smells are unmistakable. In particular, I recall the striking green hue of the grass and leaves on my grandparents’ farm, and the smell of dirt and flowers entwined in the sweet summer air. My childhood memories of the farm focus on the joys of crafts and gardening, but most of all, the warmth of family. I reminisce about days replete with the warmth of my grandma’s love,…