Joey Bada Research Paper

Part of the folklore around my family gatherings is about what a packrat my Gram was. We all giggle at her and with her. She kept everything because “it might be useful”, Gram would say. She was a good sport about the ribbing we all gave her but she never changed. I remember, even as a young person, thinking, “but when it’s time comes to be useful, you won’t know where it is because it’ll be buried under all the other useful items”. When Gram got older and it was time to move her out of her big house, the task of emptying that house fell to her children, who had grown up in that house and knew their mothers ways very well. When they got to the

“I like the frankness of the word scavenging, which I can hardly think of without picturing a big black snail on an aquarium wall” (Eighner 712). Eighner uses this quote to create a sense of imagery for his audience by comparing himself to a big black snail scavenging for food as dumpster divers do. As a matter of fact, Eighner commented that he liked the frankness of the word “scavenging”, showing that he prefers a more specific term rather than the clichéd term of “dumpster diving”. Eighner continues to imply that society takes valuable items for granted by relating himself to his audience. “Once I was the sort of person who invests objects with sentimental value.

Have you ever heard of Megan Renee Betsa? “Happiness is found in doing, not merely possessing!” She says.

Just ask Junior Rociqa who went from groundskeeper to making his NRL debut at the very same ground for the Cronulla Sharks.

total control. He was able to be commanding when he needed to be, but also knew when to back off a little bit. Washington has been looked at by people as a figure for leaders. He can be considered a prototypical leader, and people aspire to be like him in many ways. Washington tends to be viewed as a leader who could do no wrong by many people. He was able to lead people in a way like no other. It helped shape who he was and the country that we live in today.

People hold on to pieces of jewelry, furniture, and other symbolic collectables that is passed through generations. These things can remind a person of a loved one that is seen as being priceless.

The following months a winter, cold and gloomy, surrounded the house. My grandmother came to stay with us since my father had fallen into depression and needed help taking care of my sister and I. When my grandmother went grocery shopping my sister would struggle with homework without my grandmother’s help. One day when my grandmother left to go grocery shopping my sister approached me, which was unusual of her since its very rare for her to come to me. Her dark brown hair and big eyes reminded me of my self when I was younger. “I’m hungry” she complained, a question she’s never asked me. My father sleeping and my grandmother away, I was the only one left to take care of her and that terrified me. I had never cared for or known how to care for someone else. All I knew was how to evaluate whether or not someone was caring for another correctly.

My sister and I decide to visit an antique store that a family friend mentioned to us last week. I like shopping at antique stores, because unlike department stores you never know what you’ll come across. Every so often when I visit antique stores, I don’t go in for anything in particular but rather rummage through dusty shelves of broken, old things when I miraculously stumble upon a hidden treasure.

The weather was warm yet brisk at the same time as I walked from my grandparent’s new house to the car. As I attempted to squeeze into the backseat, it finally sunk in just how much stuff my sister thought she had to bring with her. I moronically asked her, “Why on earth would you possibly need all of this stuff?” All I got in return was a menacing glare from my sister Erin and a quick “STOP” from my mom. I thought to myself, “Just a few more hours and she’ll be gone forever, peace and quiet will finally be mine.” I could not have been more wrong.

The organic flow of the Art Nouveau movement has had profound and lasting influence on the world of art, which isn’t surprising since it was an art form for the people, instead of the wealthy. One of the lesser known artists of this movement is Alphonse Maria Mucha, and while he has started to gain recognition for his contributions to the Art Nouveau movement today, he was also a multi-talented artist. Some of his lesser known works are in the mediums of photography, oil paintings, and even jewelry design. Alphonse Mucha’s biggest contributions were in his Art Nouveau designs, Slav Epic paintings and his influence on subsequent artist.

It all happened last year when I went to Brazil, my little cousin Lia had learned how to knit I so how she did it and I really wanted to learn how to do it. I thought it would be impossible, but I said Lia can you teach me how to knit? She responded yes. Later that day we picked the soft, dusty wool and she teaches me how to knit. It was so difficult I couldn’t do it I felt like my hands where moored and there where to sticks in there it was so thigh. Later my grandma comes to the room and said what are you trying to do? We respond Lia is teaching me to knit but it so difficult. My grandma says why you didn’t tell me I can teach you how to do it, she picks a better wool that was thicker, older and it smelled dustier then she said first you do this, then that, after that you do this. It was already time for diner when I had a little piece of nothing, with that I did a mini white unicorn.

In Loot Hound, players assume the role of a compulsive hoarder; aided by his trusty canine companion he scours through local parks in search of that elusive treasure. May it be something mundane like old dirty socks, or something rare and long thought lost to history like the personal belongings of former presidents. Lost Hound's collection mechanic seems to be designed around the notion that one man's garbage is another man's treasure. Lead Game Designer Pete Low--whose previous work includes Dark Summit and Scarface: The World Is Yours--cites Ico and Animal Crossing's mini-games as sources of inspiration for Loot Hound.

Richard Rogers’ song “Favorite Things” talks about how the narrator’s favorite things make them feel better when times aren’t the best. People often have a memento from childhood that they keep throughout their life, such as a stuffed animal or a tea set. These possessions represent a memory or event from one’s life -whether it be from early on or from later in life- which in turn remind them of the feelings from the times they received it. These tokens from their early life often mean the world to them, and this is an accurate description of how I feel about my “Blankie.” My blanket is a source of comfort, every small imperfection has a memory behind it, and these impressions make the blanket unique to my life and my experiences. While most of the details that reside on my blanket are small and often remain unnoticed, each one makes it more important to me.

“Okay, Grandma. I’m coming,” I sniffled, wiping my tears away with the sweater that my mom had given to me four years ago before she left this world together with my dad. It was my favorite cashmere sweater and now all that was left were several dangling strings and unpatched holes. Grandma offered to patch up my distressed piece of clothing, but I had outrightly refused to have it mended since it was my last .

Sometimes I like to think of my life as a movie, that everything I have been through is only leading me to a happy ending. However, the opening scene is one I wish with all my heart that it wasn’t part of reality. As I try to picture it, it appears like an old hazy, sepia colored film. It is a warm, quiet day; my family and I are on the floor of our compact trailer laughing. My father is holding my baby sister’s hand as she attempts to walk. We all have proud and gleeful expressions. Slowly the laughter stops and this image fades into black when the light reappears everything is surprisingly vivid. We are outside now, on a bright hot summer day; our fingers and mouths numb from chewing on ice. My parents are cleaning up, while my siblings and I stay put. We are playing with our baby sister when my mom pokes her head out from the small narrow door. She looks down at us holding an unrecognizable doll; it belongs to her friend’s children. Eager to get out of the house we jump up yelling with excitement that we will take it to them. She says no, but with the nature and stubbornness of kids, we ignored her. Furthermore, since we lived in the same trailer park, we did not see the harm of delivering the doll. Little did we know that that decision was going to haunt us for life. Not remembering how or when I got there, I found myself talking to my mom’s friend with the excitement of a naive child while my sister was trying desperately to pull me away. When she finally succeeded, we