Brendan Ryan February 16th, 2017 Class 811 Period 3 The Diary of an Irish Immigrant Entry #1: Leaving Ireland. December 8th, 1892 It 's so cold today. I sit on a suitcase packed for me, Norah. I am from a small town in Ireland called Cobh, and I live there with my mother, father and little sister. Glenn is my older brother, three years older than me. Oh, and I 'm sixteen. I guess you could call this feeling anxiety, but it really is more than that. It feels like I 'll never come home, and I 'll never see mother and father again. Everyone says (well, if you can call the newspaper editor and his wife everyone) that America is "paved with gold" and that "endless opportunities" await anyone who goes. But the stories I
The impact of saying good-bye and actually leaving did not hit me until the day of my departure. Its strength woke me an hour before my alarm clock would, as for the last time Missy, my golden retriever, greeted me with a big, sloppy lick. I hated it when she
My sister pulls me into a tired hug, annoyed with being woken up for the umpteenth time due to my inadequate spider killing attempts. Even so, Maggie’s hugs are soft, like a well worn blanket on the coldest day of the year. It is almost overwhelming, as her hair, although also very soft, always gets in your face. Her hugs are always as comforting as the bright sun on a rainy days. It’s almost enough to calm my racing heart. “You nerd,” I hear her say under her breath as she smiles into my
“My dad died of cancer, and I guess I blamed myself for not being there enough. So, I decided getting away would fix everything, but even though I’m gone, everything reminds me of him.” She wipes a tear from her eyes and sniffles, “I’m sorry, but I should go home.”
One type of scientific data is COSHH record. COSHH record stands for control of substances hazardous to health, they contain information about health and safety for hazardous substances that are used in the workplace. This health and safety process is important as it ensures awareness and health and safety for hazardous substances that are used in the workplace. The people who are involved in using, storing and ordering of the substance e.g. technicians will have access and be able to change it whenever they would like to or need to in the technicians setting e.g. the control room using IT software.
It is fifteen years old and wears a red plaid sweater. It was given to me as a gift from the store Build-a-Bear and is the original mascot of the store, which makes it easily recognizable and iconic. The form of my teddy bear is familiar because it is a big brown bear covered faux fur with big watery plastic eyes and a soothing smile. It is soft to the touch. Just looking at it brings you back to your childhood and hugging it completely relieves you. The signifier of this toy is that it is a caricatured and simplified version of brown bear made of materials such as plastic, fabric and thread. It has no functional use. The signified form of my teddy bear is that although it serves no real purpose, it is needed in my life because I believe it helps me sleep. This soft toy in the shape of a brown bear is essential because it’s a symbol of childhood and innocence. This idea of purity is often hailed and celebrated through films, music, media and literature. In a form of a soft centered toy, it symbolizes love, sympathy and celebration. The variety of teddy bears can be seen through history and through shop windows, which show the depth of how common these toys have become in our world. It’s so common and constantly demanded that it has been an industry since the 20th century. The teddy bear is a good design because of it’s good image, it channels happiness and comfort to the people who own
Robby Syvertson Mrs. West Writing 5 2 Fubruary 2017 My CoCo One of the most important grandparents/great grandparents in my life is my CoCo. She is a little short but within that 5’1” inch tall body is a lot of love that most people taller than her can’t even hold within them. Also, she in hundreds of pearls she would be the mother of them all. There is always a smile on her loving face. She is an everlasting well of love that no one I know can even get close other than a select few. In my point of view she is like an angel in the skies.
LOVE YOU." placing her phone down she grabbed his hand once more. "Cal, you've been my rock, you've been my heart, you've been my soul for three years. This right now is me telling you, I'm not going anywhere. Even if I leave I'm always going to come back, I will never leave you." Feeling a tear creep into the side of her eyes she looked away from him. Wiping it away she looked back putting a smile on her face. "I'm saying this now and I'm asking you to please be patient with me and understand. Understand that I'm scared of loosing you, I'm scared of you always having to be the one that takes care of both of us. It kills me that I can't help take care of you and take stress off your shoulders..." as she stopped herself she leaned over and pressed her lips to his kissing
“I’m going to miss you so much,” she said as the day came to a close.
Cesar picked up the finished product and immediately hugged the teddy bear. Seeing how important this small object was to him made me realize how fortunate I am in life. Cesar found such joy in making a personalized and unique pillow; such an emotional experience. For the duration of the event, I was fortunate to hear his story and acknowledge the hardships he faced. Kind little gestures like singing his favorite song or constructing a teddy bear, allowed him to forget all he has endured and has brought him some happiness for a while. Sharing his personal story with me and allowing me to help him, gave me an experience I will never forget. Giving back to him and seeing a smile on his face was the most emotional and amazing feeling. I have come to realize, that helping others also provides a rewarding experience for me. At the end of the event, he thanked me, gave me a big hug and told me that he was going to sleep with his new teddy bear that
It was the end of second grade when we moved into my parent’s home, although whenever I return it still feels like walking in after a long day of Mr. Minchak’s class. The stain on the TV room carpet still smells of orange juice, but the house and I are
Bright fluorescent lights beat upon my droopy eyelids. They make me dizzy, and it's like the moon is telling me something. Calming, northern winds flush my rosy cheeks. The tight, claustrophobic Cincinnati townhouse is so peaceful at this twilight hour. Sleep is imminent, whether right here or in my crib. I walk at a speedy pace to my destination, with the soft, malleable carpet squishing beneath my chubby feet. In my case, that means half walking, half falling, but I never relent. I want to sleep in comfort, my head to the pillow, my hands clasped around monkey (my stuffed animal).
Plushie Protection Program She hugged me so hard the stuffing in my stomach started to push against my fur. A feeling I wouldn't change for the world. "You know, Teddy," she strokes my face with delicate fingers, “I love you more than Mommy does.” She giggled as though what she just said was a joke. Her long, black curls bouncing off her shoulders as each laugh of hers shook her tiny, six year old frame. “Be careful, Rose,” a familiar female voice coming from the hall interrupted our little meeting. “Teddy has to stay strong to protect you at night and he can’t do that if he’s all sore from your hugs.” They both shared a laugh that lit up the room, even though her mother already turned off the lights for bedtime. “You have to take care of him like he takes care of you,” she sighed and readjusted the loose bow around my neck, “he’s older than you are.” Her eyes met mine, the same eyes I remember beaming up at me when Rose’s father surprised her with me on a Valentine’s Day some time ago in high school.
I’m unacquainted through with which the art that hugs are made of, but if it were to happen that embracive moments were an art, I would identify myself as its greatest admirer. I wonder if I transformed her life as much she did mine. I endowed aspiration at summer camp; I understand that reliving that moment with different people and altered surroundings intrigues my ulterior motive on this earth. A revealed desire given to me through this experience resembled by saying I live to cradle young girls’ hearts and minds in my arms, such as a mother would with her newborn
I packed my life in one night. Again. My cramped bedroom was my shelter for six months, it was the place where I could take a break when my scruffy house was too loud for my thoughts. The door opens. “I am sorry” my host mom said after a bit