My Dream Experience

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.

Soon enough, time for Prom came. We were all rushing to do the last touches of our makeup as our dates were waiting in the dining room with our parents. My friends and I made our way downstairs. Our heels clicking every step we took.

My friend and I both were dressing really cute just in case we saw any sweet guys. On the way to Baton Rouge we were singing our hearts out to High School Musical in the car like nothing was wrong. It was such a great day. We finally got to the mall and I found the cutest outfit! It was this really adorable purple shirt with the nicest white shorts ever! While I was trying it on, my mom called me, but I ignored it. We continued to shop and my mom called me ten more times, and I ignored all of them. I was spending a day with my friend; I didn’t want to be interrupted! We finally left Baton Rouge at five to come home, and I decided I was going to just wait and talk to my mom when I got

Risks and creativity seem like they can never correlate, but in “Create Dangerously” and “Dreams that have changed the world”, Edwidge Danticat and Van De Castle contrast the risks taken in creativity to produce a satisfying masterpiece. Danticats an immigrant artist creates despite the adversity she faced; Danticat has taken risks and wrote against the horrors of Haiti. However Van De Castle a great dream theorist has shown many examples of creativity in the dream world and how the risks taken to create in the awaken world has led to the formation of awarding winning pieces. Danticat in “Create dangerously” and Van De Castle in “Dreams that have changed the world” portray analogous ideas on how risks are a part of the creativity process. Danticat

After I ate, she surprised me with plans to go see Disney on Ice later that day. Since I was so ecstatic to spend the day with my mom, I completely forgot about the strange feeling I had and proceeded with my day. When we were all ready to leave, my mom told me she we would go to dinner before the show because she had very important news to tell me. As soon as those words came out of her mouth, the worryful

I walked into school, breathing in the warm, dry air. I was about to have the longest day of my life. My mind filled with wonderful thoughts of the National Junior Honor Society’s lock in that evening. This was where we got locked in the school and played games and ate food. I couldn't wait until this evening, I was about to burst from all of the excitement. Not only was I ecstatic about the lock in, but also, my sister-in-law, Holly, was very pregnant and about to have a baby. This made the very ends of my toes happy. They seemed to tingle with joy. Another nephew. I could already tell that the clock would be moving impossibly slow today.

Life is about change, it’s what makes our lives different from one another.  Without change what do we have to live towards? These thoughts attack my mind everytime the lights go out, or every time my father wants me to become something that I don’t believe is the right route for me. He goes on and on about me becoming the greatest cardiothoracic  surgeon to ever live. When we host simple things like dinner parties, he brags about me being so smart, it’s likes he’s trying to sell me. Don’t get me wrong I’m glad that he’s proud of me, it’s just that I wish he was proud of me for doing something that I want to do. Ever since I was a little girl, I always dreamt of becoming a ballet dancer. Every night at eight pm “Dancing Talent” comes on, it is the only television show that I watch. My father gives me this look and shuts it off everytime he catches me watching. Unfortunately, this is my life and I wish my father would stop conforming me to his regulations and standards.

someone other than yourself putting it in your head what your set out to be in life. High-school

Have you ever been dreaming and then suddenly you jolt awake? In my personal experience, I have woken up like this multiple times. I’ll inform you about a few stories of how I have experienced this certain situation. It was a Wednesday afternoon in Anatomy class. I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer a next thing I knew I was dreaming. I do not recommend falling asleep in school, there may be severe consequences. While I am dreaming I start to experience me falling in my dream. The next thing I do, is jolt awake and suddenly kick the table. Everyone in the classroom gives me one long look of shock and goes back to their work.

I was born and raced in Mexico. For many years, I imagined myself traveling to another country but, I never imagined that the country I was going to travel to be

I always had a less interesting dream than others; I never really wanted to be anything more than “successful.” Success meant owning a home, being rich, and having a family to enjoy it with--without working. Even though I've had certain career dreams, they were never my passion and I would've been just fine “winning the lottery or marrying a millionaire instead.” I guess it all just comes from the way I was brought up. Growing up on twenty-third in the Mission District already meant I wouldn't get far, with the gang activity and poverty I was surrounded by. My parents used what little money they had to send me to a private school which I am grateful for. In addition, I was from a very traditional Latino household, meaning I'd be held back

I knew I was missing something in my life, but I was never able to pinpoint what. Ever since my parents divorced when I was twelve, I was forced to live with my father in Texas where he worked in an oil drilling company. For thirteen years I had to withstand this longing hunger, but I have decided to travel to my old hometown to figure it out. I glanced over to my diary nearby and opened it up to look at my old family picture, or at least what’s salvaged of it. Father ripped it up in half because he wanted me to forget about mother, and he wanted me to forget about it all. Continuing on, I started flipping through a few pages of my diary until I found my old address: 187 Mapleberry Oak in Toronto, Ontario.

I grew up in a poor neighbourhood. The town my parents decided to raise my brothers and I wasn’t a place where you had the means to pursue your dreams. My parents were young and naive thinking that they could raise a family at such a young age. Although we had a place to sleep and food to eat, we were barely getting by. Coming home every day from selling snacks in front of the local school, my brothers and I were greeted with my mother’s smile but we could all tell the twinge of sadness hiding itself behind her smile. Growing up in a poor neighbourhood, the kids around the block knew each other very well; we could understand each other because of our situations. In some nights the neighbourhood kids would gather around the abandoned house just around the corner from where I lived. We would talk about our dreams of going away to the city and our unrealistic hopes of becoming a millionaire overnight. We all knew that was impossible, but one can dream.

One of my favorite memories as a child was putting on my pink leotard and matching tutu to dance in front of a large window in my living room. I loved to watch my reflection as I did my uncoordinated three-year-old dances. Twirling, jumping, and spinning, my family would always cheer me on with loving adulation. My confidence was always high when I was dancing in front of the window with my supportive family behind me. I would proudly dance in front of the window, often without music, until my small body was too tired for an encore.

Wednesday August 5th, 2015 started out as an ordinary toasty summer day. I woke up around 7 am or so to get ready to go to a Sabre Splash meeting and man was I excited. Right when I heard the opening lines of Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus, excitement bubbled in my belly. I quickly turned the alarm off and leaped out of bed. I threw on my black Kids Against Hunger t-shirt and pulled on my purple and grey athletic shorts. I weaved my way out of my messy room; tip toed out to the kitchen (as to not wake anyone else up), scurried into the pantry and made myself some peanut butter toast. After my toast popped out of the toaster and I slathered on some peanut butter, I went and sat on the brown recliner that we have had for as long as I can