Seven Years' War

I chose to write mine about Chelsie ,my sister, and it was a fun way to get to know more about her childhood since we have a ten year age gap I wasn 't around for most of her younger years. This wasn 't just a book though we got to make it into a scrapbook which really enhanced the writing and brought the story to life. Another project was an autobiography about ourselves that we had to include our favorite…

started going less and less to speech therapy but I would still go at least twice a month. Th reason behind my speech impediment is because I can not breath out of nose, which is very key whenever you are talking. I have improved greatly over the years to the point where people tell that I have done my whole life that they can not even tell I had a speech impediment at one time. Because I can not breathe in and out of nose, I think about breathing every time I talk. Now let me tell you before I…

Life at Holy Cross College is a place in which everyone has an opportunity to learn from one another. Since I started at the college during 2013 (year 8) I have been blessed with seeing teachers and students helping one another to grow, inspire each other and become the best version of them self that they can be. As I witnessed this I knew that I wanted to inspire and help contribute to the growth of my fellow peers. I want to evoke others to strive for their personal best and I think it is…

There was another kid named Tiffany that has DS (Down Syndrome) and people were mean to her and they started a Tiffany Touch too. A few years later she moved, so she didn 't have to deal with all that. I have seen her now and she 's been doing better while my life is still getting trampled on. Fifth Grade was the worst grade for me and so was the end of my freshman year. I just can 't wait to see what life has to throw at me now, (sarcastically…

The Glass Castle is an inspiration story that has inspired a lot of people to write and or talk about their own hardships in life. In life most people are born without a mental illness and they go through life not knowing what it is like to have one unlike me. When I was born I had Dyslexia and ADHD so I had a hard time in english, reading and staying awake for most of the day. I could never understand social cues or slang so I was out casted from my class because it seem like I have a curse and…

sixth grade, I wanted to be an architect. By ninth grade, nothing interested me anymore. My grandfather became gravely ill and hospitalized when I was in ninth grade. Visiting my grandfather was the first time I had entered a hospital since I was six years old and my father took me to meet my new baby sister. The hospital was an imposing building and yet I felt energized, not intimidated, by the setting. I witnessed my grandfather’s nurse interacting with him and the connection she had created…

My childhood memories regarding learning mathematics has been for the most part positive from 6th grade onwards. From 1st grade to 5th grade I was not conscientious so at times math tests produced anxiety but math was, at the same time, easier and simpler back then. I recall being the fastest person to state the multiplication tables in 4th grade. During 6th to 8th grade, although I was not necessarily the smartest, I landed at the top of the class in advance math since I was very hard working.…

My education started when I was just three years old, sitting between my parents on their bed, reading - or at least trying to - the HOP (Hooked On Phonics) books. It was our nightly routine all through Pre-K. By the time that I was in Kindergarten we had worked our way up to the Magic Tree House stories, Junie B. Jones, and The Chronicles of Narnia books, and so many more. My parents made sure that they started to teach me skills that I would need for school at a young age. From reading books…

But then, when I was 2 years and 5 months old, I started going to school. The school that I attended in India was “Cambridge International School For Girls”. As you can tell by the name, the school was only for girls. I can’t recall how I felt or what events occurred on my very…

recorder. Looking back, I 'm not sure whether it was the need to be the first, or that I loved playing my recorder. It was probably both. Later, I walked into the club, proudly displaying my rainbow belt. I saw the jealousy on my friends face. As the year progressed, our teacher had to invent new belts for us, we 'd surpassed all of her previous students. My mother reminds me all the time about how much I loved that recorder. I brought…