Learning To Swim Analysis

In the year 2015, I was a middle schooler going into my first year of highschool. Coming into the year, I was highly enthusiastic for the coming of my freshman experience. Time was flying by and before I knew it, my cross country season was over and a new season was going to start. My brother, Anthony, was senior at Fairview and had been on the swim team for three years. My brother did not mention his swimming experiences until it was time to persuade me to join the team. This was quite the easy task.

I attended Athens West Theatre Company’s performance of, Our Town by Thornton Wilder on October 8th, 2017. The production was directed by Larry Snipes and it was located in the Black Box Theatre in the Pam Miller Downtown Arts Center in Lexington, Kentucky. This show premiered in 1938 and it remains a classic play, and it is a winner of the Pulitzer Prize. Our Town is a show highlighting universal truths about birth, death, life, longing, love and marriage, looking back at America in the early 1900s.

If I had to sum Watauga Residential College in one word, I would come down to the word community because that is exactly what being a part of this program feels like. When reading the description of what Watauga will be for a prospective student, I gathered that the experience will be like being a part of a community inside and outside of the classroom and this is achieved through academic and living encounters. As Wataugans we spend time in academic and social environments together, our spirit of learning is shown through the times we spend together academically and socially. And by socially I mean we have lunch together, and when there are opportunities we volunteer together and take recreational trips when possible and through all of that our faculty is involved with us as well. Yes, my fellow classmates & I do engage ourselves with one another but we engage with the Watauga faculty as well. The Watauga Residential College is known to be located in a residence hall called the Living Learning Center also known as the LLC, this is where we make our homes for the first few years of college and also where the faculty members’ offices can be found. In the LLC our small seminar classes take place in the residence hall; our luncheons take place here, and many other social activities happen here as well. The Wataugans that have passed their first years also are here and the ones who don’t live in the LLC always come back to visit. The LLC is what enthralls

This research paper is about learning to swim well, and it includes some important recommendations and warnings about swimming. Learning how to swim or improving swimming technique can in fact be an enjoyable experience. This research specifies step by step how to swim without any problem. People will learn that by practicing progressive swimming exercises with the proper mindset they can learn each swimming stroke step by step, quickly and have fun. The important thing about this paper is that people need to learn to be safe in the water for whatever situation might happen in the future, and that learning to swim can bring about self- respect, discipline, and confidence.

In a small town called Tiltonsville their was a young girl named Sue. She wasn't like any normal girl in Tiltonsville. Sue wasn't a fancy girl, a smarts girl, or an outgoing girl. She was more like an adventurous person that was very athletic. After Sue’s father was fired from his job her parents decided moving to a new town would be a good new start. Sue was very frustrated when she heard she had to move to a new town and quiet her soccer team.

Imagine yourself coming to a city you have never been to for a vacation. You have just gotten a leave from your job and you are expecting a relaxing vacation without any hassles. After a long flight, you reach your final destination, Pearadex, California. You walk out of the airport into a huge, beautiful city full of gigantic skyscrapers that is the home of the city’s tech industry. As you walk into the downtown area, you see a beautiful fountain with water gushing out in all directions making its way through the city using a median of streams which resemble a microchip when looked from above. Little kids are playing in the stream splashing around while the senior citizens sit on pear-shaped benches watching the young children with glee. Hover cars make their way as they gently glide on top of the river and the streets lining them and guide their passengers home with the low sound of hover cars powered by compressed gases. Paddle boats and tour gondolas glide across the water gently as their occupants heartily talk and laugh. Suddenly a bell rings out of nowhere and you are alarmed as you do not know what is going on. You breathe a sigh of relief as you see kids of all ages flock out of school in the thousands and hear their screams of joy as you walk past. They all dash to Crystal Lake to escape the heat. The clear water with a hint of blue is full of ripples going off in all directions from the boats and canoes. The familiar smell of freshly cut grass from the field in Birchland Park enters your nose. You are home! You finally attain your peace and quietness. The neighborhood is very quiet allowing you to take a peaceful nap and dream about the wonderful sights you will see and the things you will do in this wonderful city tomorrow.

Home is something I didn’t even notice, or thought I’d miss, until I’d left for college. And then, I found myself longing for a home I hadn’t noticed was a home. Home feels warm, welcoming, like it should never be left. And yet, we have all left home. It used to be the middle roundtable with the four uncomfortable, a bit too large, chairs in the library. Between 11:10 and 11:40, everyday; home was lunch with my friends. Matt, on my right, and Clark on my left, scrambling to complete the homework due later that day. When I would nap, and my shoes would be stolen by Clark, only to wake up to find Matt had written quotes, not only onto the soles of them, but on my arms as well, in permanent marker. Home was the librarians fondly reprimanding Matt and me for eating in the library, yet still hating Clark for some inexplicable reason, or sneaking in without our school i.d.s, feeling so proud of ourselves when we didn’t have to sit outside. Aaron, relegated to the fourth, uneven chair, whenever he would occasionally visit, only for us to get into a long-standing argument over whether Gandalf or Dumbledore was more powerful, until Matt finally agreed with me, quoting the Silmarillion word for word. Which naturally progressed to quoting the movies at Aaron until he agreed, Clark confused and lost in the conversation. This inevitably led, to us lamenting about Clark not knowing any pop culture besides anime, then trying to boost his confidence, assuring he, out of any of us, wouldn’t

Energetic, boisterous New York City is not the first place someone would think of when they are trying to define themselves. From the beautiful cathedrals, buildings, and cultures that lie throughout the city, New York is the melting pot of all different aspects of life. Tourists from all over the world flock to this city to begin or extend their version of the “American dream.” Jamaica Kincaid writes of her beautiful country in A Small Place. When she writes, the audience also sees the ugliness tourism leaves in her country taking away from its beauty. Kincaid’s idea that a place is not just relative to the present or even relevant in the same way for all people helps to explain why, in my own life, New York has given me a sense of wonder of what not only is but was and a love for history. This sense of wonder and love of history has greatly defined who I am.

As a child, people will always remember certain destinations that stick with them that made a good impression. I have a place that not only made a good impression, it changed me. It made me think off all the things in life people take for granted; places, people, activates. This place brought all though special things in life to one place where I can enjoy them all at the same time. The Oregon coast. Traveling there, as a kid was always special. Waking up early in the morning and driving the long trip there, going through forests, valleys, and cities.

In between the busy streets of 35th avenue and 43rd lies my silent and kind neighborhood. Where everyone is nice to each other and not lousy or mean.  About two months ago, my mother bought our first home. My house looks like a duplex because there are two entrances, one on the left and right and it also has two drive ways. Turning into my neighborhood you right away see that it  is a dead end street, and has very few houses one each side of the road. There is not really anything that grabs one's attention where I live, except a 2017 mustang that is parked next door, or how many stray cats there live here.. Other than that a true attention catcher is our neighbors well kept yard. They have bushes along the driveway shaped into a beautiful square. And colorful flowers in their neat front yard. Their grass is also much greener than anyone else’s. You can tell they care about their yard a lot because they have a landscaper come every week.  There are also two schools that are across the street,  a charter high school that is to the left of an elementary school. What I do like about my neighborhood is that the streets are very wide, wider than usual which gives everyone an advantage. It was so convenient that we lived right across the street from an elementary school. I thought to myself  “I have younger siblings that could go there!” But they really couldn't - the school is only from 1st-5th grade and my sisters were just in 6th and 7th grade. In the mornings are usually when I

Linyi is my hometown, and I am deeply in love with my hometown. Linyi is a beautiful place. There are flowers, grass, mountain, water, fresh air. The people here are sincere, hardworking, simple and kind. Always working for the city and work hard. Linyi is a prefecture-level city in Shandong Province, which is the largest and most populous city in Shandong Province. It is located in the southeast of Shandong Province, near the Yellow Sea, east of sunshine, west Zaozhuang, Jining, Tai 'an, north Zibo, Weifang, south of Jiangsu. Prefecture-level Linyi City jurisdiction Lanshan, Luo Zhuang, Hedong 3 District and Tancheng, Lanling, Junan, Yishui, Yinan, Pingyi, Fei County, Mengyin, Linshu 9 counties. My family in Yishui county.

Our city is called New Nashville, with a population of about 13,000. Our city is loosely based on Nashville, TN; so our climate is hot and humid, as well as the geography being low and flat. We also have a river that goes through the the upper part of town. With the geography being so perfect for parks, our economy is largely spent on parks for all ages, community centers, and other buildings that usually go into residential areas. Our city has a very peculiar set up; where our commercial and residential are together, but our industrial buildings are as far away as possible. We decided to set it up this way because we wanted to ensure that no pollution would harm our residents. Our residential and commercial areas consist of houses, shops, religious centers, schools, libraries, parks, and entertainment places. Meanwhile, the industrial area is full of many successful companies, as well as solar power buildings, water towers, and low-pollution garbage and sewage buildings.

In 2007 my family left Western Springs Illinois. My dad got a new job in Atlanta, Georgia. I was too little to know it then but Atlanta is a totally different place than Western Springs, filled with a much greater array of cultures, ethnicities, and especially foods. Of course, we return to Western Springs every few months to visit family and friends but when I was younger I always wanted to move back. The idea of being surrounded by friends and family whenever I wanted was very appealing to my little kid mind but moving widened my horizons more than I could have known then. Now I realize that moving to Atlanta fueled my confidence and readiness to experience new things and try unfamiliar foods.

My hometown is known for being an old classic German immigrant community. The towns name is Columbia, Illinois which is located about 10 miles south of Saint Louis in the southwest region of Illinois. All my life I have lived in Columbia attending school there and always going to town events. Although Columbia isn’t filled with many national historical events or structures, it has a rich local history and important local historical sites. As a kid I visited many of these locations on school field trips. I love my hometown due to its small size that offers a sense of community and togetherness.

When I walk through my house, my ears are filled with a deafening silence. I roam into the floral wallpapered hallway with two empty rooms filled with unwanted clothes and treasured memories. I no longer hear the sounds of sarcastic laughter and violent video games that once filled the walls nor do I smell the aroma of sweaty shirts and men’s cologne; they have both faded away. My most prized memory comes flooding back into my mind along with a rush of emotions. It is like my hearing is muted to enhance my other senses as they fall into a virtual reality. A virtual reality that has not been imagined or made up to occupy my time but is a vision of past events that have been pulled up from the depths of my subconscience. The