I Am A Tourist Guide At St. Michael 's Cathedral

Saint Patrick's Cathedral, one of New York's greatest cathedrals, is located in Manhattan at 14 E. 51st St. The main reason the cathedral was built was to affirm the ascendance of religious freedom and tolerance. Thousands of poor immigrants and one hundred three prominent citizens helped pay contributions toward the church. The prominent citizens paid approximately one thousand dollars each.This cathedral supports the idea that not one single generation builds a cathedral, but rather the past, present, and future generations do.

The old man had a fringe of snow white hair around his balding, spotted scalp. He had a wrinkled face and covered his slightly hunched back with a clean pressed suit that smelt like a Laundromat. With each movement there was the creak of old bones, as they struggled to keep from breaking.

The summer wound to its conclusion. The boy went to New York. He never did play in Carnegie hall. His piano playing never got good enough. The war came and went. He wasn’t a boy any longer. He was a married man with two sons. The family moved to Michigan. The man was a teacher, then a minister.

Unlike most people, I did not get to be a carefree child for long. Even though I always said that I could not wait to grow up, now I wish that it all did not happen so fast and early in my life. From eleven to twelve years old—that would be the period I describe as the time I had to put my big-girl pants on and face the real, cruel and unwelcoming adult world. In that time period, I can specifically pinpoint two major events that ended my childhood: my move from Russia to the United States and the birth of my baby sister Toma. To some those might not seem significant enough to change someone’s life to the extent that they changed mine; however those events molded me into the person I am today.

The first nine years of his son’s life seemed like that may be true. Lawrence Junior started going to Palisades School for Boys when he was six years old and he was flourishing. Lawrence Junior was very bright and had fantastic potential. He learned how to ride a bike at seven years old and his father bought him his very own bike because he was so proud of him. Lawrence Senior and his wife were nothing, but optimistic about their future as a family until the year of 1914. That year everything changed. Lawrence Senior’s wife was in an automobile accident on her way home from the grocery store and was killed on impact. He was grateful his wife felt no pain in her passing, but the same could not be said for him and his son’s feelings. That day

Looming over me was a man in a blue pinstripe suit holding a leather briefcase. His wrinkled forehead displayed beads of sweat and stress was painted on his face. “Rise and Shine, Anastasia.” He said with a certain accentuated low-key moroseness to his tone, placing unusual stress on syllables and stressing the wrong parts of words. “Wake up, Anastasia” He continued, “Wake up and smell the ashes of your people.” I glowing blue eyes staring at me, observing every detail of my being. I called for my Mum and Dad, but they were gone. The world looked different that day. My colourful childhood home had changed to a bleaker and less welcoming brown, there were many planes in the sky, like birds flying south and there were bones and pieces of metal all over the ground. That was when I was deported to The Society. To my new

Prior to the war the young men did not have roots in the community, and after the war they have nothing to go back to. Remarque transmits the theme that the generation after the war feels foreign and uncomfortable in their environments with the motif of the lost generation.

In order to adequately depict my feelings, I must start at the beginning. In the fall of 1996, I embarked on my maiden NYC voyage. Armed with a camera,

Many underestimate the power that a singular event possesses and the extent at which it can alter one’s mindset. Often times a shift in the method of thinking and processing information, the act which drives our entire being, signifies a “coming of age”. Reaching a pivotal moment in time where not only do those around you recognize the transformation, but you also fully embrace the alteration. In layman's terms, transitioning out of childhood conjures thoughts and ideas that evolve from the foundation of one’s life. For me, the potent mixture of a short-lived period of blissful innocence and a pressurized home environment led to the culmination of a desire to succeed.

It was a dark and rainy Sunday night in October. I was standing at the front door with two suitcases beneath my feet and listening to the raindrops pitter patter upon the roof of the house. As I was waiting for my ride to take me to my next destination, the thoughts of where I was going and the friends I was leaving behind filled my head. The sounds of an engine could be heard in the distance. It was then I knew, my time in Rio Vista had come to an end, and my new life in Sacramento was about to begin.

“I used to travel all the time, you’re like me, always travelling.” That made me shiver, I had wished for that not to be true; I did not want to be like him. But I could not deny that travelling was one thing we shared. A common ground. He started asking my sister's questions and I stopped listening. My thoughts drifted to the Why in my life. Why had he left us?

Middle school, when that word pops up in one’s head, it’s a sudden reminder of dreadfulness,broken promises,regrets,first crushes, and last but not least, learned lessons. Another morning had brought another school day. Seeing familiar faces and teachers I just wanted to get through the day with no trouble, but that’s not always the case. At least it wasn’t for me. Making my way through the extended halls and walls that seemed to enclose upon me, I felt nothing more than like a chained prisoner. The bell rung and I remained seated in my class, surrounded by boxed, outdated computers and rusty white walls, I felt helpless.

In Lucy, Jamaica Kincaid explores the disillusionment faced by the eponymous character upon immigrating to the United States. The novel's style of narration allows Lucy’s thoughts and emotions to remain hidden. Despite this intense privacy, Lucy's disillusionment is clear. She had hoped that moving around the globe would solve her problems but she still struggles with homesickness and her relationship with her mother. Her move is disappointing. The erasure poem And Coldest also engages disillusionment. The poem suggests the speaker has become disillusioned by observing the world, and indicates their plan to be “shut tight.” The poem inspired me to consider the causes of Lucy’s disillusionment, and her failure to address her own emotions. As a recent immigrant, the causes of Lucy’s disillusionment are somewhat obvious. More enigmatic is her self-avoidant, “shut tight” attitude. In this paper, I argue that Lucy’s disillusionment causes her to avoid the discomfort that comes with self-reflection.

What was there to do on a plane for a day? The only thing that could be done was watching movies. A male flight attendant then walked down the aisle, approaching towards me, and asked, “Mr Smith, is there anything you need?” I gulped, confused at first. “Mr Who?” I responded back, only to received another confused look from the male flight attendant. I then realised who he was talking to and laughed it off and replied “Could you please give me a blanket and a pillow, please? Thank you” Not long after, I comfortably sat in my business class seat and immediately chose the “V for Vendetta” movie, as it was my all time favourite. Half way during the movie, I came to a realisation how the protagonist was wearing a mask, the Guy Fawkes Mask, it was funny how his insecurity of his face, made him cover his identity. Why does he not reveal himself, and become the face of a protest which could potentially lead to new discoveries and perspectives of world's. Drifting further into reverie, I closed my eyes and imagined myself standing on the middle of the

After we were assigned a table, we searched through the menu for the perfect meal. The interior of the place was homey and warm. The atmosphere excited and joyful. As we waited for our meals we talked about everything that had been going on. I told them about the weird