My Life - Original Writing

Since the founding of the United States, European settlers and Native Americans have had numerous disputes regarding Indian Territory. The European settlers and the Native Americas fought over land allotments, assimilation processes and basic human rights. However, Native Americans were not the only individuals to feel the effects of systemic racism. The Cherokee people who owned former slaves of African descent were called “freedmen.” Freedmen individuals felt the damages of systemic racism from the Native Americans and European settlers during the 1800s. Native Americans like the Europeans, also owned slaves during the Civil War. The Freedmen Controversy was and continues to be a volatile issue because the Cherokee Nation established certain practices, laws, and other tribal rights, which questions the membership status of the freedmen. The Cherokee Nation implemented multiple strategies to make this issue controversial for people of African descent and others as well.

Thoreau and Machiavelli ideologies are similar because they both describe flaws in the leader and people, however they are different because Thoreau always want government to be generous instead of vicious, in contrasts Machiavelli wants government to vicious instead of generous when it is requires. In a similar fashion, Thoreau explicate that our government system is vice therefore he wants people to disobey the law from the leader and he encourages people to fight against the unjust laws to challenge the government. Moreover, Thoreau mentions that he just want a best government. He says that “when the power is once in the hands of the people, a majority are permitted, and for a long period continue, to rule, is not because they are most likely to be in the right, nor

Seven years earlier, I migrated to Hawaii when I was twenty-three. I had flown away from my mother and my life in the Philippines. Like young adults and being rebellious, I wanted to live on my own away from my mother 's roof. I left the city life I grew up with in the Philippines in hope of a better life in another country.

Almost three years after long waits for medical appointments for veterans exploded into a nationwide scandal, the Phoenix VA hospital at the center of the crisis still is not providing timely care, a watchdog group documented Monday.

The purpose of this paper is to learn about our own development by looking back on experiences we had while using vocabulary words throughout the chapters.

After talking to the three sisters about her future and making a wish she wanted to know if it would actually come true she thought on it for a bit and walked home. When she walked home she thought about how tired she was of this place and she could not wait longer. When she got home Nenny was off playing in her room parents doing house work so she walked in her room grabbed her backpack and started packing. Okay so I need clothes, money, journal, and food to start me off she goes and gets all of things ready and walks out while her family is distracted. She walks past the four tall trees and says nothing only her thoughts, past the trees and into the city where there are new exciting things she has never experienced before there are fast

Picture yourself in my position; imagine looking through my eyes. During this story that I am about to tell, I want you to pretend you are me. Feel my emotions, feel my pain, and feel the moment. Relive my story…

This is what my life has become. Full of rage, anger and jealousy. Yes, I’m jealous. Jealous of a man I have never met, but it’s fair because he tried to steal what belongs to me. How dare he? He is nobody; he has nothing under his name. He thought he could go against me. Challenge me. He even had the audacity to refuse the money I gave him. He said he wasn’t that type of person, that he had morals. He is so stupid, now he has no money and nothing to steal from me. I made sure of that.

I wake up thinking I am in our old house in the countryside. The sun streams through the window across the rolling hills, and a calm wind blows on my face. Soon the day will begin . . . another long day of weaving cloth.

“Nico! Nico!” my mom, Lutex, shouted while aggressively shaking me, “Wake up our ride is here.” I looked at the clock and stared at it for a long time, it read: 4:30 am. I moaned in despair and remembered that we were flying to our cousin’s house today. I still thought it was unfair that my sisters and I had to go to our cousin’s while our parents went to Las Vegas. I got my mind off of it and raced to the bathroom. After using the bathroom I washed my face and brushed my teeth, I got out and my sisters were waiting behind the door. I crept out and heard a honk. This was not the honk you’d hear from a duck, but a car. I got dressed into sweats and a shirt, fixed my shoelaces and stepped outside. Surprisingly, my parents and sisters were already situated with our suitcases.

I only saw Sunhat Girl once, and yet, once was enough to change my destiny.

I never liked going to school and loved to stay at home with my mom, my brother, Christopher, and my puppy, Zoe Belle. Kindergarten was a struggle for me; I did not like my teacher and I did not like leaving my safe, comfortable home. I went to kindergarten on Monday, Wednesday and every other Friday, so on my days off my mom and I would practice my writing and penmanship skills.

My palms were as sweaty and heart was in my throat. My mom and I were currently at Hartsfield Jackson Airport, waiting for his arrival. I knew my mom was feeling as nervous as me because she almost ran someone over this morning. She was boring holes into the sliding glass doors, as if she glared hard enough, it would open. I held my breath as I saw the doors slide open, only to sigh when I saw a woman with Wal-Mart on her luggage cart. After a few dozen people, a 5’6 male figure with a pair of jeans, blue t-shirt, and socks and sandals made his way over to us after my mom basically yelled out, ”Bao!”, his name, and waved like her life depended on it. He’s here, my older brother.

"Catherine Nicole! Wake up right this minute!" I hear my mother shout from downstairs. I slide out of my bed and fix my hair to the best of my ability then walk over to my vanity and look in the mirror. I see a dark, cloaked figure huddled in the corner of my room and quickly turn around to see that the mysterious figure is gone.

I woke up with my curly blonde hair covering my face. I quickly swept my hair away from my face into a ponytail and stood up. It 's too early, I thought as I looked over to my clock. It was 7:13 a.m and I was already done with today. I knew the bus must 've been close, because my sister wasn 't in our room sleeping. Guess I better get ready, I realized. I quickly rummaged through my small closet, filled halfway with little frilly dresses owned by my sister. Finding a nice shirt and pair of pants was harder than I thought. Finally, I had found a tie dye shirt with the saying "good vibes" on the front and a pair of white jean shorts. I changed into them quickly before my sister burst into our room.