In my hands, i hold a ticket for my future. A ticket to what i hope to be successful. I envision myself living in San Antonio attending The University of Texas at San Antonio. Studying criminal justice and working myself up to the position of a Border Patrol Agent. Being raised by a single parent with only one income has motivated me to pursue not only my dreams but to ensure that I’m living them to the fullest. The thought of moving back to San Antonio fills me with joy. It may not be
of my very own besides having a few pet fish. I remember walking into the small pet store in Forest Grove and making our way to the back There a cage sat, my mom and I both looked at each other and gushed about the cuteness in the cage. Inside, were about 5 rabbits that were going crazy, bouncing off the walls of the two story metal cage. My eyes instantly fell on the two bunnies that were a honey brown color. The other bunnies were white with black spots all over but the brown ones took my interest
Living in the bustling city may not be my dream, but it has its benefits. Shops and other amenities are within walking distance and both Alice and I take full advantage of this. As usual, I have no money in my purse for shopping. Even so, the bright sun invites me to join it outside. With no particular route in mind, I point my feet in one direction and commence walking. The surrounding traffic quiets down as cars turn off the street, leaving the road barren. How strange, this being the main road
on the paper ticket I hold in my hand: “1: Close your eyes. 2: Picture your dream place to visit. 3: Insert this ticket into the ticket feeder.” Following the instructions, my eyes close as I take a deep breath. What the one place I dream greatest about? I could travel anywhere; there are so numerous places I had dreamed of visiting. Shifting through my thoughts, I accordingly choose somewhere I have imagined for the longest time. I heavily exhale, opening my eyes as my ticket gets pulled into the
and I locked eyes. I took a step forward. The water rippled underneath my foot. Without taking another step, I reached out my hand. The girl reached out hers. Just then, my dream ended. The second dream went slightly different. We were both standing on the water, and stars still filled the dark sky. However, we were closer to each other this time. Taking a look at her, I saw that she appeared to be slimmer than in my last dream. Her mouth was moving, almost as if she was trying to say something. That
beep beep.” I stir awake, tossing from side to side turning off my alarms. I normally have to set three because I tend to be a very sound sleeper. I set an alarm on my iHome alarm clock that sits on my night stand to the left of my bed. I then set an alarm on my iPhone 4 that sits on my iHome ten minutes later than the one that I set on my iHome. My third alarm is set on my iPhone 6 that I currently use and charge on the right side of my bed. Even with three, I can still end up oversleeping, however
asked by a junior at my school. They were looking for classes to take next year; I told them that it was an abundant amount of writing, but it was a great class to take. I went on to explain to them, that taking it in high school would be easier and cheaper than in college. Beginning to explain to them that it helped me grow as a writer and helped improve my English vocabulary, I realized it helped a whole lot. Throughout the first semester of school, we had to write essays over four different topics
writing, and Angelou explores her concerns through descriptive writing with the analogy of a bird, they still are exploring the similar topic of perceived loss. The loss of freedom, demonstrated by the demand to uphold a family image, versus the caged bird, remain very similar in both pieces due to perceived entrapment, disappointment and self-nonentity. Descriptive essays leave room for misinterpretation and confusion, where as a narrative essay is straightforward and to the point. The loss of freedom
of class I was lost and could not find the English Composition room; however, I saw my former Akron Experience class teacher and asked her for directions. Right next to her was you (Professor Thoenen), and you stated to me “ The class is right there, go have a seat and I’ll be in, in just a second”. I immediately thought to myself “It’s going to be a long semester.” From there I was a little discouraged about taking Comp I and really didn’t know what to expect. Coming into Comp I one of the
Compare and Contrast: “Fish Cheeks” and “Caged Bird” Rachael Becker Assignment 5 Nicole Yurchak 1/30/2014 The differences between a narrative and a descriptive essay determine the way in which the reader receives the story. The purpose of each is still very clear, to connect to the reader using story telling. In order for the reader to receive the story as intended, the author must create a clear picture of; events, settings, and purpose. In both