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We all have people we look up to, the people who flourishing under the sun with a beautiful smile, and little blush popping in the side of their cheek, or a fierce soul wrestling the horror of reality. These are the stars in our life can come from the closest neighbor to outer space. These are only glympse example of inheritance. The people we observe through tv stimulate us to inherit their distinctive qualities. Those are qualities that makes them famous, and especially defines who they…

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Ray Bradbury’s gloomy story, “All Summer in a Day,” has a setting that takes place on Venus where it rains all the time. Margot, just moved from the Earth to Venus got to see a very cool thing that most children on Venus don’t get to see, the Sun. Margot remembers very specific details like the warmth of the Sun and how cool it looked. On Venus, the sun only comes out for an hour once every seven years. The other children in her class are jealous of her. A very important lesson in the story is…

It was a chilly summer day, sunny and calm with a light breeze. The splashing of waves mingled with the laughter of 65 teens. Some jumped into the lake in their swimsuits. Meanwhile, I had forgotten to bring a swimsuit. This was a rite of passage. Every year, SHAD at Lakehead University was officially kick-started with a camping trip that culminated in leaping into a freezing cold lake. For the majority of my life, I hated exploring nature; more specifically, I hated doing things I assumed I…

Dawn. The cunning sun is creeping its way through the eerie clouds. Still warming up, it lets the cold sunrays fall onto the damp shore. Picking up the brown sand the swift breeze attacks you. You shelter yourself and let the microscopic granules pass by, and pursue the next destination – the tropical forest right behind you. As if they are vigorously uprooted seaweed, tree branches hopelessly lean in to get closer to the blue lagoon of the wild sea. Holding your breath, your heart is beating in…

I miss this place. Everything about this place gives me joy. If you close your eyes you can feel it. When you look out you see the crystal clear water, you can even see the golden sands through the apparent water. If you allow yourself to walk ahead you will soon feel the shore's edge, the crisp water hits your feet with a splash. A chill runs up your legs and refreshes you from the humidity. As you walk farther you may feel the fish grace by your feet. Close your eyes and listen to the laughs…

The place I would most likely say reminds me most of Miami is the beach. The beach is an all encompassing picture of everything I’ve known growing up in Homestead, a suburb of Miami. It takes me back to the days on my grandma’s ocean front apartment and the days spent running along the beach with my brother Jason. The ocean, the people, and the atmosphere of the beach screams Miami to me. Miami has always been a melting pot of cultures and languages and traditions, and nowhere is this more…

The morning brings the sun, big and bright, lighting the horizon with brilliant shades of pink and purple. The rain is done, but the ground is muddier than it had been the day before. The trees are still dripping water down from their leaves. Pip steps outside into the beautiful morning. She inhales the scent of the forest. It is a nice mix of after rain and morning dew. It brightens her spirits considerably. She is still full of the determination to make a difference she had felt the night…

The soft breeze blew my hair back. The fresh autumn feel and the excitement within me sent a shiver down my back. I could smell the salty ocean. I was standing atop the hill in front on my house over looking the ocean. My breath formed little clouds as I breathed out warm air. I watched as down below the sailors unloaded cargo where the ships docked. The tide was high and kept spraying them slightly with the ocean water. I grew impatient and turned and sprinted back up to the house. Mother sat…

The park was fascinating, with the dark green leaves blowing and the sound of quiet guitar and deer feet and clumps of toddler’s shoes. The grass was dancing under my feet as I ran, quietly, efficiently, streaks of brown after my soles. I laughed quietly with nature, but I didn’t make a sound. Nara Park. A quiet, resting place. Wildlife in a bustling city of sounds, colors, and time. The scent of leaves and grass filled the air as I walked the streets of Nara. Concrete. Step. Step. Step. A…