My Dream As A Girl : A Story Of A Dream

Having a dream and living with passion is very important because I believe living without passion is like being dead. Someone like Tony Hawk could agree. Tony Hawk has been a professional skateboarder for over 24 years. However, he did not receive that title overnight; Tony got his first skateboard when he was only 9 years old. Since then, Tony worked extremely hard and put a lot of his focus on skateboarding. He did it because that was his Dream. Tony’s Dream was frowned upon by many of his teachers and adults alike. One of his teachers even told him that he “would never make it in the workplace if he didn’t follow directions exactly” (Hawk), but he never gave up his Dream. He kept working hard and eventually became a pro at the young age of 15.

It took me three times to get use to riding a bike and after I got it down, we decided to head out down the block to Independence park on the bikes. This was the only park in the city that had a mix of a skate park and traditional park. We would usually hang out in the playground since we did not skate. When we got to front of the park we set our bikes down by a wooden fence that separated the grass area and parking lot. Isabel and Bianca had rushed out to the swings and I did some snooping around the park. I was always curious about my surroundings when I went out since I did not have that luxury to be out or play when I would have wanted to. I loved taking in the scenery, the beauty of the nature, and the flowers. They were my favorite thing about visiting Independence park. I was walking around this fence that surrounded the playground until I had reached the restrooms. I noticed this huge brown paper bag sitting on this phone booth. I was secretly freaking out cause I was curious to what was inside. My mom had always told me not be a traviesa (naughty) and that I should never touch what doesn’t belong to me so I rushed off to Isabel and Bianca to tell them about the bag. I figured I needed some partners in crime for this. When I got to the swings I was very out of breath I was a pretty chubby kid growing up, but that still did not stop me from running, I enjoyed it a lot actually. As gathered myself together and took in a deep breath Isabel yelled, “What is it? Why are you running so fast?” I looked up to her and said, “There is a brown on phone booth just sitting there. It’s so strange no one is here at the park and it is just there. Why?” She gave me a look as if I had said the most uninteresting thing on the planet and continued to say, “Okay? Why does this

My grandma always told me to act like a lady. She would put into my mind that I should always sit with my legs crossed and never talk with food in my mouth. My grandma was the ultimate lady. Maybe I didn’t know what being a lady was all about back then, but I assure you that I know now.

“Who the hell told you you had to be a doctor? If you so crazy ‘bout messing around with sick people- then go be a nurse like other women- or just get married and be quiet...” (38). Walter Younger, one of the protagonists of the play, makes this sexist comment towards his sister, Beneatha, and her desire to become a doctor. Walter belittles Beneatha’s dream by implying that women are only fit for supporting roles just like their mother, Mama Lena. Debuted on Broadway in 1959, the dramatic work, A Raisin in the Sun, is composed by Lorraine Hansberry, who depicts the issues of sexism and dreams. Considering these themes, how can we explore the presence of dreams as well as the ideology of sexism that is registered in Black America? Through Walter’s quote, Hansberry’s screenplay challenges gender stereotypes through Walter and Beneatha while exploring Mama 's domestic narrative; these three characters also underscore sexual oppression and the meaning of dreams.

This is a short story of my life from a wee little one until now. I was born on a Monday October 18, 1982 to Ricky and Aletha Sprayberry. I have three sisters and two brothers. I had some good and bad in my childhood, teenage years, and as an adult. Like most I do not remember life a baby. The earliest I remember, well don’t really remember I just know of this day due to pictures, is July 4, 1985, I was two years old. We went to Lake Striker for a fourth of July celebration and they was having a beauty contest, I am not sure if it was for all ages and they had divided ages groups or if it was just a fun thing for the kids. My mom entered me in the contest and low and behold I placed first in the contest. I brought home a ribbon and a trophy. I made the front page the local news paper and my mom has kept up with that clipping all these years. I know have it and keep it safe and sound in my top dresser drawer. She even still had my blue bikini swim suit from then. She gave it to me at some time during my teenage years and I kept it in my memories chest up until my niece, the first of eight grandkids, was born and I let my sister borrow it. Well that was a mistake, I have not seen my memory swim

gina karlin, a student from ottawa has become the youngest canadian woman to reach the summit of everest.

What Dreams May Come is a movie about life, loss, death, afterlife and rebirth. The film explores the emotions evoked by a variety of characters when they are faced with coping with tragedy and death. It also delves into the manifestations of heaven and the variety of forms heaven takes in the minds of different people.

Water rolled down my face as I took the last bite of my Cheetos and I supposed of getting something to drink. I ran back to my aunt and got some water, I also told her about what we were doing and she warned me to conclude this nonsense. I went back thinking about it as I hit the ground instantly. I got back up and went back to them, even with me holding my right hand over my left. I finally got to the top, all 3 of them were waiting since it was my turn. I went, but all I felt was blood dripping from my middle finger after some friction. I got back up and gave them the deadly, dirty, and destroyed piece of cardboard, at this moment I knew I had been an unwise little 6-year-old male

Chirp Chirp the birds are chirping and, Pre is walking home alone from school to her granny’s house since her mom and dad are on a cruise ship to Hawaii. When all of a sudden she heard a baby crying, “waa waa” at 3:00 P.M. In Los Angeles, Beverly Hills California, when she looked back she didn’t see anyone. At that point she was swollen because someone had kidnapped her and hit her with something that felt like a bat. Though she didn’t see anyone who hit her so it wasn’t a person. It was a ghost!! Thun dun thun dun!!!

When i got home from school the next day, I walked into the kitchen with black and white tiles, I was skipping the white ones and only stepping on the black ones like the game “ Don’t Step On The White Tiles.” There was water dripping from the sink as if someone had just done the dishes, I go over to the little white counter that goes up to my waist, it has a chipped corner from people running into it, and or dropping stuff on it. My dog was sleeping under it.. Then i look up and expect to see a orange and black jack-o-lantern with a black grim smile, and black eyes. The reason why i was so excited to see it was because all the candy was in there. But… IT WAS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN!!! There was only just a sour sucker, some Warheads and a Lemon Head. These very few pieces of candy we're on the black, white, and brown little piece of marble by the toaster. But later on that day, I asked what

Many studies have been conducted on dreams; as a matter of fact, there are various examples that look at how gender and psychology contribute to this subject. Although there have been numerous studies conducted, there are still questions about whether gender has a strong contributing factor on how dreams are interpreted. Schredl, Götz and Wittmann (2004) suggested that typical dream themes are reliable and valid; however, the meaning of the themes and their relationship between real life experiences are still under investigation. The problem with the conflicting interpretations is that they can carry both negative and positive meanings. It is important that more individuals study this subject; mainly, to assure clarity within the interpretations.

Getting home, I paced in a circle of obvious cold-feet, more nervous about this than anything else I’ve done. “Are you okay?” my mom asked, giving a confused look. “Well, physically I am, however mentally, and emotionally I’m exasperated. I’m so nervous I don’t know what to say or do, it’s irritating!” I said, throwing my hands up in frustration. She said with a distraught tone, “What could possibly have you in such a hectic mood?” I realized something, that not once did I ever mention Eva, let alone the fact she has invaded my mind all week. “Um, well, there’s this girl--.” “What!?” she said with a gigantic grin on her face. “How come I haven’t heard anything about this?” she added, putting her hands on her hips to display her antagonized

“Why did you move over to the love seat, Ariana?” she asked with a smirk.

Just last winter, I went to my grandma’s house to visit them. I spent the night there too. When we opened her house door her dog barked. She had a white furred dog and she was a small dog too. About 2 hours after my parents, brother, and sister left I watched a movie and ate popcorn with my grandma. When I woke up I went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. We ate small white powdered donuts and chocolate milk. About an hour after we ate, my grandma asked me if I wanted to make the potato candy she makes every winter. I excitedly ran like a cheetah to the kitchen to help her. When I got there my grandma and I got out the ingredients. We carefully opened the powdered sugar and it smelled like I was in sugar land.The bag kind

I jolted awake in fear. I had a dream. A weird dream. A vivid dream. It was full of people shouting and bright flashes of light. It was confusing yet clear, like some part of me understood it. I didn’t know it would be important then but now I know. How? Well, it happened like this…