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.

A newly licensed teacher walks into her empty classroom on the first day of school. She has her curriculum guide, her pacing calendar, her unit instructional plan, and her lesson plans for the first week. She has her copies made and in her mind she has stored the countless hours’ worth of instruction she received for four years. The bell rings, and it is time for her first class. With a somewhat nervous breath, she watches as students begin pouring in.

Beep Beep Beep!!! Goes my alarm. It was time for school. Stuck in my bed not wanting to move from this warm comfortable spot, I started digging at the crust in the corners of my eyes. The smell of bacon filled the air in my room pushing me out of the bed and leading me to the hallway. I head to the kitchen where I find my mother

I remember being awaken by the loud commotion going on from the living room, so I decided to go check. I went out calling for my parents, but to my surprise, I only saw my mom on the phone crying from the reflection of a mirror. I wondered where my dad was. I got closer towards the living room and stood by the wall. I witnessed my dad sitting down on the floor having trouble to breath complaining about chest pain while my mom stood next to him. I closed my eyes in fear. I then heard something calling me to open my eyes. It was a siren that got louder and louder each second. I stood up and saw red lights shining through the window. There was a knock at the door and my mom went to open the door. Two men and a woman came through the door in navy

They force the lights on and scream “are you alive or dead?” I sit up and I scream and I was honestly very scared. I see my dad holding a gun and I try to ask calmly, “what happened?” They looked at each other and just start crying. By this time I see people running around the house in blue yelling and screaming “CODE RED, CODE RED” I get out of bed and I run to my best friends room and it looks like a murder scene. In fact, it was a murder scene. Yellow crime tape, a gurney, police officers, and a lifeless body of my twin. She didn’t even look like me anymore, she was pale and her hair was pink from all the blood. I could feel my knees collapsing and then, everything went

I was dreaming I was falling into an endless, dark, and creepy pit. I glanced at the clock and it was only one-thirty a.m. That’s when the phone rang. It was my mother.

I turned on my flashlight, it was the first thing that came to my mind. As, the bright light flashed its way on, were the “shadow” I saw a couple seconds ago was gone, it must have gone back into the house have to check this out. I decided to go into the “Haunted Mansion”, I walked in and every step I took, the wooden floor made a loud “CREAK!!!” The lights are so dim, that you can’t see anything far away into the darkness, this was literally a maze. I walked until I noticed there was a staircase heading up to this second floor. I took a couple steps towards the stairs then All of sudden, the most creepiest sound in history of sounds filled my ears, it was the sound of tiny footsteps of children running around… I took one step onto the stairs and it made a huge noise. Then the running noise stopped. I listen, my heart stopped……

It began the morning of September 1, we slept soundly through the night as we had always, but this time it was different. I heard ringing from the hallway but I wasn’t sure what it was, I peeked through the doorway,there was a creature standing there about to come in my room I slammed his head in and he suddenly stopped. As I went back to sleep and after five minutes I heard it again, this time the creature

I open my eyes and see a light at the end of the tunnel. “Beep! Beep! Beep!” Ugh shut up! My alarm clock was loud. My dream was a little creepy, it was almost like I was dead. My little brother Ty and I have to go to school early in the morning. So, every morning I get ready for school at 5:30am then at 7:30 I wake Ty up.

It all began on an ordinary Sunday morning. I was preparing to go to church when I heard the voices. I could hear my mother talking to a man. As the voice was unknown to me, I was curious. My first thought was that a guest had come late the night before. I discarded this as I had gone to bed late with no sign of impending visitors. My second thought was that a neighbor had come to visit that morning. This too didn 't seem plausible as the time was a little past 5 am. Looking back, I can 't believe I didn 't suspect something sinister sooner. As I was thinking of and discarding relatively harmless explanations, someone started pounding on my bedroom door and my nightmare began. I could hear my mum pleading to be allowed in first. The man must have had some conscience because he agreed. She came in, hugged me and told me not to be afraid. She said, "everything will be alright if we just do as they say.” Later,

When I woke up the my family was asleep in the hotel room, it was eerily still. I ran over to the computer, out of battery, I plugged it in and I screamed into my pillow. I checked

     The first day of class for a college student is like drawing cards in a poker game. Just as the cards that one receives determines their outcome in poker, the types of professors a student gets on the first day will determine the success of their year. The difference between a helpful and a harmful professor can easily result in a much lower grade. College professors have a wide range of personalities and backgrounds. However, professors fall into one of 3 categories: helpful, malicious, or uncaring.

Have you ever been so excited about something that you just couldn’t sleep? That was me the night before prom. As I laid in my bed tossing and turning, excited but nervous, so many thoughts were going through my head. I knew that I got nominated for Prom Queen, and I was just hoping and praying that nothing would go wrong the next day. My charming boyfriend, Mar’Kiese, was getting annoyed because I kept moving so much. He told me to relax, so I stared at my ceiling and I was literally counting sheep until I fell asleep. The next morning, we were both woken up by my vexatious alarm, and usually I’m not a morning person but on April 28th I woke up with one of the biggest smiles on my face.

The education habits of students are rooted in them from the earliest days of their educational careers. The different influences on students, whether it be inside educational institutions, or outside is huge. The teacher of a classroom is the first and most pertinent influence in a student's educational career. Teachers provide students with the basic skills they would need to survive not only in the academic world, but also the world beyond. The relationship between teachers and their students is the key element in creating an educational atmosphere that is both pleasant and effective.

As I take a look back on my life, I realize how great it has truly been. I had an absolutely amazing childhood and I am beyond blessed for it. I grew up in a home with two loving parents that have been with me through it all and now of days that is something to be truly thankful for. My parents taught me to strive to be anything that I wanted and that I could be anything that I set my mind to. These dreams changed throughout my life as I grew older and as I grew into the person that I am today.