Abdulaziz AlSane
Melanie Moroz
English 101
06/28/2017
Zero to Hero.
I have always been an enthusiast of beauty, especially while growing up. I have had a good taste in clothing, hairstyles, and most importantly, I have always looked up to beautiful people. My dream was to look beautiful and be an icon. I did not know that this passion I had for aesthetics would grow each day to make me an environmentalist. The taste I had for beauty was being nurtured for the environment.
My parents were fascinated by the manner in which I started doing house chores by my own. I would insist on washing my clothes even though my little hands would not hold the clothes properly. My mother, therefore, let me clean the small inner clothes that were
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My parents became very disappointed in me, especially because I was their firstborn son. They expected me to set a better example for my siblings. My father was so annoyed by my grades one time that he asked me, “Are you sure that you will make it to study medicine? This is a specialization that requires better grades than what you are bringing home!” That was it. I gave up on medicine that very moment. Even though I had been performing very well in sciences, I did not want to pursue medicine anymore because I felt that I was a total disappointment to my parents. Moreover, senior school curriculum was becoming hard. The hormonal changes in my developing body also made me feel rebellious.
I, however, remained a neat guy. My teachers kept insisting that I had to match my neatness with my grades. Not until the final senior school year that I realized that I was wasting my life. My grades would not even land me a course that required the least grades in the university. I had to wake up. I worked so hard to improve my grades that I had lost a lot of weight. Being a bright boy, I improved quickly. My final year exam results were good, but not good enough for a degree in medicine. They were, however, good for a start at the diploma level as a clinical officer. This was a difficult phase in my life because I had to select an appropriate course for my university
My transition into high school was as easy as taking a breath. I had always found school quiet easy and I never had to put much effort into getting promising grades. Before high school I had my whole life figured out, or at least I thought I did. I had planned that I would attend a law school or major in English. After a while of being in high school I started to realize many things. My parents did not have the financial stability to send me to a law school, I was not as smart as all the other kids, little by little I began struggling with a negative mentality about myself and my future. I slowly let go of my dream of becoming a lawyer and decided to join the Health Careers Academy. Soon enough, I began to have a deep interest in the medical field but then again I continued to have the same question; how can I afford going to a medical school? I did not know much about college or what it took to get into college. I assumed I just had to have a pretty transcript and that was all it took. My self confidence began to lower as I saw how other students cruised through their high school years so effortlessly. I never wanted to ask for help because I did not want to seem “dumb”. I would bite my tongue and hold in all the unanswered questions I had. My junior year, I was having a very difficult time. I had a tight schedule which consisted of almost all AP or honors courses. I slowly began to give up because I did not believe that I could do it. I let my grades slip failing almost
A dream is a number of thoughts, sensations, and pictures people see in their minds while they sleep. Generally there are two kinds of dream; good dreams and bad dreams also known as nightmares. For the past year, about every three to four months I have a reoccurring nightmare; after having this dream many times, I think it shows an underlying insecurity/fear that I have and need to conquer and/or deal with.
The best part of a long, hard-working day is when you finally get to lay in your bed, close your eyes and let your imagination run free. As you sleep your mind takes you to another place far away from the real world. You begin to dream. Over the night, you may have several dreams. In the morning, you may wake up and wonder what your dreams were suppose to mean for you and your life. By analyzing your dream, it "gives a true picture of the 'subjective state'-how we really feel about ourselves-which the conscious mind cannot or will not give" (Wietz 289). In order to find the meaning of a dream, you have to pick out the most important symbols and define them. But you may be wondering what exactly is a symbol?
I will give you the short version of my story. In high school I could care less about my grades. I just tried enough to pass to the next grade. I had a very low self-esteem and was an introvert. I did not have many friends and did not do well in sports. I always avoid things that I thought I could not accomplish.
One day I felt a weird feeling that it was a little bit hotter in my air conditioned room where it was supposed to be a little bit colder. So I stretched and saw something really off, I was on a Tree above my house! I thought i was dreaming for a second so I tried looking around the tree and found I was in a bird 's nest and i felt very small. Then I looked at my arms, legs, and the rest of my very unusually small shape. I found out after a few seconds I was a bird, then I thought this was definitely a dream! When I looked at my self I knew I was a Blue Jay, which I have seen before in scouting with my troop when I was little, and human of course.
The speech “I Have a Dream” was delivered by Martin Luther King on the occasion of the centenary celebrations of Abraham Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation on 28th August 1963. The speech was dramatically delivered on the steps of Lincoln Memorial and it was witnessed by about two million people. This speech is often considered to be one of the greatest and notable speeches in history and the top American speech of the 20th century.
It’s a hot August day in Washington D.C. A crowd of hundreds of thousands of people are gathered, stretching from the Lincoln Memorial to the Washington Monument. “I have a dream,” a voice thundered over the crowd. “Tell us about your dream Martin,” a women’s voice replied. “I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: ‘We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.’ (King, I have a dream) Dr. Martin Luther King Jr, spoke these now well-known words at a peaceful rally, demanding an end to segregation and discrimination and calling for voting
Early junior year was a very rough time for me when it comes to the gradebook. The first semester of the 2016-2017 year I ended up with two F’s, two D’s, a B+ and a C-, which was very, very bad. I realized this was not what I was capable of and it was not anywhere near my best work. My parents were disappointed with my actions. It was instilled in me at a young age by my parents that school ALWAYS comes first. My theater director who taught me all throughout high school was disappointed in me, and my soccer coach was disappointed in me.
Let me first start off by asking you a question, do you have a dream you are satisfied with? Do you think your dream is good enough to make/keep you happy for the rest of your life in the future? Now remember those questions and keep your answer in mind as you read this. At the very end, did your answer change or stay the same? We shall see.
My Freshmen year I was not used to waking up at 5:30 in the morning and taking care of my sister, her dog, and my cat. By time I got to algebra which was second period I was tired and sleep everyday. Mrs. Hempy who was my teacher tried to keep me up but it was no help. I almost failed algebra and that hurt me throughout all of my high school career. My sophomore year I started to take AP courses. My teacher Mrs. Hershey said that it is important to read the book and take notes. I had no intentions to read that book or take the notes and my grade showed that. It always hovered around a sixty and seventy, my directors were furious because I wasn't reliable because of my grade’s, and Each grading period I needed an academic waiver just to take part in marching band or choir. Each year I would tell myself that I'm going to do better this year, but I knew that was a lie as soon as I said it. My junior year
During my sophomore year, my grades drop. It was a disaster. I felt frustrated and stressed. I had to study like I have never studied before. I have never improved ever since; in fact I did worst during my junior year. I didn’t care about the bad scores I got on my quizzes/tests. Overall, my worst gpa was 2.5. My parents even lost hopes for me. I was always compared to with others on how I should learn better from them. Getting lectured by my parents was the one thing I hated about. They would always say, “Do well in school or else you can’t graduate. Be like your sister, who studies hard.” That’s when I started talking back at them; I said, “Don’t tell me what to do. I will graduate, watch me.” I’ve also encountered number of situations where I was forced by my parents to undertake courses that I was never interested in.
As my high school career comes to a close I often times sit back and reflect on moments where I failed to succeed or didn't live up to the expectations put forth by myself or my parents. The failure that often think back to is my report card from freshmen year. All through middle school I always received high marks and success in the classroom was something that came easy. I fully expected that trend to continue as I began my high school career. However, this was not the case in the slightest. Upon receiving my first quarter report card me as well as the rest of my family were stunned to realize that I had not performed up to my usual standards as my grades were much lower than anticipated. Though initially shaken by this news, I was confident
Dreams. We all have them. But why? What causes us to dream about the seemingly most random things? A dream, by definition, is a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person’s mind during sleep. Therefore, the quality of a person’s sleep must somehow affect their dreaming patterns.
Through maturity, I acquired a new and competent mindset. I suddenly realized the importance of organization and academics. I was changing left and right, inside and out, and before I could grasp my shifting and synchronization, I was already a new person. I felt different, I thought different, yet I was still me. I started enrolling in many extracurricular classes such as math, English, and Chinese. My math skills in seventh grade placed me in accelerated math allowing me to only achieve an average math education. I felt a flutter of unrest telling me that I could do better. So I executed. After the first quarter, I made a goal to put my math grade above 97% for the entire school year, and it was fulfilled. Because of my fulfillment, I was given the option to finish geometry over the summer and jump straight to algebra two over my freshman year. I spent extra time each night preparing for tests and quizzes by studying with my friends or by myself at a local cafe allowing me to almost always get above 95% on both my math and science tests. Because of my extra hours of studying, I was able to achieve a 124/117 on my semester final exam for science. That’s almost
"You'll never see an object in dream that you haven't seen in your daily life"