Item I Carry

There are many items that I have in my possession that make me feel accomplished or an item that I use just daily. There is however, some items that have absolutely no idea why I have, and continue to hold on to them. For example, I still have a karate trophy that I really don’t pride, a computer hard drive that should have been thrown away, and some empty boxes of Run Gum. It’s either I don’t want it or I don’t need it, and these three items I really should not have, but will continue to possess.

Like in the book, The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien, the thing I carry are “largely determined by necessity” (2). Just like in the book, there are very few things that I carry that just because I want to. Most things I carry are things I have to carry because of school or my life. I carry a lot of things with me in my everyday life that are both physical and emotional. Some of these things include my driver’s license, my stress because of school and from planning for college, and the memory of losing my grandpa Glenn.

I only carry a small amount of things. I carry some physical things and some emotional things. The physical things are usual things that most girls carry, stuff that we could use at any time. The emotional things usually put weight on my shoulders and when I start to think about then my mood gets worse. I carry stress, so much stress. I stress about everything and anything. Stress is not a good thing and can can weight gain, pimples, binge eating, lack of eating or more. Alot of people carry stress, you might not be able to see it on the outside because not alot of people show it.

I carry the basic necessities, my brown wallet, with identification to remind myself I am anything but human. I carry a pack of twenty white sticks that I call companions, as they’ve been there when others weren't. I carry a phone with no intention of contact with the outside world, only to be left to see notifications of irrational facebook games. I carry a slender body with toothpicks as arms that can’t sustain the weight of what I carry and often break off in an emotional uproar, attaching them is harder than it seems it takes the dreams and goals in life I carry to sew these tiny antennas pointed to the heavens back in sync. I carry excessive amount of hair atop my head that defines my outer

The impact of the crash I felt driving to school one morning was not to the car, but to my world. Or so it seemed at that moment, upon hearing the news of my brother’s Student Handbook infraction. What followed was a tale of a divorce of sorts between my two guardians - my school and my parents. I am told my support for my brother and seeing that the truth be revealed contributed to the resolution. The education I gained is one which tuition dollars were not meant to provide. The greatest triumphs are not the courtroom justice, nor the acknowledgement of wrongdoing suggested by the departures of many administrators, but the strength of the support my brother and I enjoy. His personal and academic successes are testament to that. My outward support of him and my objection to the injustice I perceived was demonstrated by walking into school every day. Inwardly and

(Anaphora) The things I carry. I always carry my cross necklace around my neck. I wonder what people might think it is. Personally, I believe the thing I carry around my neck is just a fashion statement that is perceived by many people because it is shiny and looks very nice. The thing I carry is not only just a symbol but a lifestyle that I wear it with a sense of humility. I know the thing I carry was carried by me because I know who carried it first. It was Christ who carried the cross, but here I am carrying a metal cross around my neck, revealing my faith and love towards him and personal relationship towards God. How did I keep carrying a cross when it's just a material. I wonder what I am carrying when this is just a metal cross.

The things I carry are determined by the weight of the world. I carry the oceans, the mountains, the valleys, and the deserts. I carry fear and courage, serenity and chaos, creation and destruction. I carry light and darkness, truth and lies, secrets and answers. But most of all, I carry love and hate.

The things I carry is not as meaningful as the things that I keep safe. Physically I carry a phone and it means something for me because it’s direct contact with my friends and family with the push of a button. Not only that, but I am able to see the pictures and videos of loved ones that passed away or are so far away that I can’t see them. My phone is the quickest way for anyone to reach me at any time and it is very meaningful for me to talk to the people I love. Something that I have, but I don’t carry is a gold chain that my mother gave me. When it comes to objects, it is the most meaningful of all. The reason why it is so meaningful for me is because the backstory that went goes with it. My mom is very important to me and she raised me

Like most my age, I am always equipped with a smart phone. Many would deem it necessary in this day and age. Some people get them as young as 10 years old. I only carry one per my parent's request. Not to say that I don’t enjoy the perks of having it with me: access to any answer for any question that might be asked, the capability to talk to my family and friends at any given moment throughout the day, and plenty of applications to screw around with if I find myself with extra time. It weighs almost nothing, so light that at any given moment I will panic because I worry I lost it. It holds a different kind of weight though. It is heavy in the moments that it is “lost”, when there is a fear that it is not with me,

In a literal, physical sense, I carry headphones, chap stick and my house keys with me everywhere I go. The clothes I wear, my wallet, all of my receipts that I keep for unknown reasons and my AP English homework are other things among the list. I carry the bags under my eyes, which have varying weights depending on the day. For good luck I carry a picture of my oldest brother and I at my second birthday party with me. I carry my old and dirty grey converse as well as a bright orange shirt for P.E. I carry myself, above everything else.

In “The Things They Carried,” by Tim O’Brien the theme of “carrying” both physical and emotional objects by the main characters can be found in the novel. While these men carry the same standard physical army gear, they differentiate with personal tangible and intangible items. From Lieutenant Cross’s responsibility of his men, to Henry Dobbin’s girlfriend’s pantyhose for its magic, each man faced the war with these things attached.

One of the things that I carry with myself is my deck of Kansas University playing cards. The cards remind me of good memories with my brother. Some of the cards are bent, others are beat up in other ways. I remember every little nick and mark on the cards. The cards are a little bit of physical and emotional baggage that i carry with myself everyday.

Physically I don’t really carry a lot of things. The three things I honestly can’t live without are my headphones, my phone, and my promise ring. I always have my phone on me since I talk to a lot of my friends, and they rely on me for a lot. I always have my headphones on me so I can listen to music so I can shut the world out around me whenever I get stressed out. It’s nice to get lost in

Egyptian Art and Architecture, the buildings, paintings, sculpture, and allied arts of ancient Egypt, from prehistoric times to its conquest by the Romans in 30 bc. Egypt had the longest unified history of any civilization in the ancient Mediterranean, extending with few interruptions from about 3000 bc to the 4th century ad. The nature of the country, fertilized and united by the Nile, and its semi-isolation from outside cultural influences, produced an artistic style that changed little during this long period. Art in all its forms was devoted principally to the service of the pharaoh, who was considered a god on Earth, to the state, and to religion. From early times a belief in a life after death