My Day In My Life

Club IT is a venue owned by Ruben Keys and Lisa Tejada. Both having a business degree, they seem to work well together in running and maintaining the financials of the company. Recently they remodeled the interior of the club, giving it high ceilings and high energy lighting. Their next project is to work on the informational systems to provide an atmosphere and shopping experience for their consumers that will continue to bring them back. [ (Rainer, 2009) ]

This room was about 40 feet by 40 feet. It had been opened to the public only recently and was located on the east end of the premises on the first floor of a second-class building consisting of three stories, and an attic (59 Broadway). The second floor of this building contained motors and a locker room for employees was on the third floor.

One beautiful Monday morning, everything was calm (for now). I woke up very fresh, excited, and ready to go to school! It was a nice and sunny day, the best way to start a week. I woke up at 6:00 a.m and had a lot of time to get ready for the school day. After that I wore my clothes, did my hair, and brushed My teeth. Next, I had breakfast that included cereal, milk, and apple juice. My sister and I went outside and saw that my dad was waiting for us to get in the car, so that he can take us to school.

We were able to successfully complete the project. Thanks to the dedication of the members of both clubs we have a beautiful garden on our school campus. The club also focuses in in encouraging high schoolers to go to college. Throughout the years the club adviser and I have been able to set up college field trips to college campuses in california. By doing this we hope that students will be encouraged to go to college. The club has also been involved in making mosaics for the companies that have sponsored us during the years. This is a way for us to thank them for their contributions to the club. I feel like I have done my best to get a group of student to set some time off of their daily life to make a positive influence not only in their community, but in their life as well. I have dedicated a lot of my time to this club because I know it has a good

As I waited for the day to begin, I took a good look around the room. It was very “Print Rich.” There was a long bookcase in the front of the room with two shelves full of books. There was a pile of bean bags for the students to use

The floor plans come in one, two or three bedroom layouts, and they on the large side with the “small” one bedroom plan being 774 square feet and the large one bedroom being an incredible 1,275 square feet. Covered parking is available at this gated community, and there are laundry facilities and close public transportation for getting anywhere in the city without

At the time, I had a vague ambition to cover each of the school’s student clubs - something I would go on to abandon almost immediately. My adviser advised me to start with a club I was familiar with; somewhere I could fail with some leniency. Being an elective art student, I grabbed a DSLR and headed to an Art Club meeting.

“Come to the Environmental Club meeting today,” urges my friend a few minutes before lunch. I nodded hesitantly, and followed her to room 323 for the meeting. “What’s so great about this club anyways?” I wondered.

Starting at the end of the school day, the student would either walk, bike, or drive to the Future Foundation club building. There, they would spend an hour receiving assistance on homework or studying topics learned at school. After that period is over, the next is spent learning English. Finally, students have half an hour of free time to socialize before their day at the club is over. This final thirty minutes is occasionally occupied with a game or group activity. In this social period, students are able to find peers they can truly relate to, as well as the possibility of learning more about other cultures or having the chance to share their own.

My mind was moving too fast. It was as if it was waiting patiently for the call to end to pounce. I was in the living room of my home peering through the window, mesmerized by the little flourishes dancing from the sky when I got the call. My thigh jiggled as my phone vibrated on my lap; it was a call from my mother. It was supposed to be like any other call. I would answer, we would talk, and it would end with I love you and I would go on with my day. Only this wasn’t any other call. On November 9th, 2013 I heard the greatest news and it was on that same day, I was confronted by my worst enemy. The phone call ended, and my joy was soon turned against me. I was too distracted to notice that this joy was merely heartache in disguise. I would have never in a million years believe that something so cruel could bring forth someone so beautiful.

“WOO-HOO!” MRJEFF exclaimed. He had just found a $100 dollar bill soaked into the ground. He picked it up and kept walking to work. It was the early morning, the frost was still nipping at his skin and the sun was barely creeping its way over the mountains to the west. Today MRJEFF felt surprisingly happy today. Normally he was always unhappy as his full name was MRJEFF Jeff. He was always being made fun of even as an adult. He arrived at work and all his co-workers greeted him sarcastically.

Wednesday, December 16th, or as I like to call it, one of the best days of my life. Is it cliché to call my first concert experience one of the best days of my life? Probably. But it was just such a surreal experience. I went to go see The 1975 at Club Nokia in Los Angeles, California. My best friend knew that I had never been to a concert before, so on my Birthday she gave me tickets to go see The 1975 as a gift. I had been looking forward to the concert for months, and when the day finally came, I felt both nervous and excited to go see one of my favorite bands. The 1975 is an alternative rock/indie rock/pop music band who I had heard of due to another band that decided to cover one of their songs. The first song I heard was called “Medicine.” It was two in the morning and I was driving to Arizona. Such a beautiful song, something about it was almost therapeutic for me. I fell in love with it instantly. After my trip to Arizona, I finally had time to do my research. I listened to The 1975’s entire discography and they immediately became one of my favorite bands. I was glad that The 1975 would be my first concert experience ever.

Every day starts the same… seemingly insignificant. You wake up and you follow a certain routine, preparing for the day ahead. Just like any other day I woke up or should I say was woken up by my dad, for I was only seven years old. Looking back at this point in my life it all is very unclear and fuzzy, still young and naïve, all the days morph into one. This day however, was unlike any other day. This day is burned into my memory. My dad, like every single other morning, walked into me and my sister’s bedroom and pulled off the covers from our bed because nothing wakes you up faster than sudden rush of cool air on a November morning. My sister and I trudged to the kitchen where our dinosaur egg hot cereal was awaiting our arrival. Something about that moment, sitting there in my house, a very typical morning stays clear and bold in my mind. It seemed so normal, but at the same time so distant. A moment so typical, but how long does normal remain normal? Breakfast was followed by getting changed for school and then the trip to school. The school day sped by, no different than any other, but the knowledge of a playdate with my best friend after school took up the majority of my thoughts. The bell rang and we lined up, ready to head home. We walked down the hill to my mother, ready to pick us up and bring us back to my house. The excitement could not be contained and the car was filled with innocent and unaware giggles, for the worst thing that could ever happen would be the

Now, after your second date, the end of that date has to tell you one thing: After the kiss that will seal this second date, you’ve got to spend the night together again.

I woke up in my bed to see that my alarm clock didn’t go off. Great. I was going to be late for school. I was still angry that my servant didn’t wake me up though. She usually does when I don’t wake up on time, and I have no clue as to why she made the one exception this time— on a school day of all days. I didn’t really care though. I didn’t even need school; I was already smarter than all of the kids there. I removed the satin sheets and looked around. My computer was still turned on from last night. I glanced at the clock for a second time. 9:32 AM. I didn’t want to be too late, but, if I was already going to be late, I might as well skip my first period. I wasn’t truant habitually.