Narrative Essay On Contreras

Have you ever got into a fight with a family member? Then it ends and the

I think what I like the most the murals that he painted I liked how he

There was also a time when my younger sister came after me with a kitchen knife, which I figure evens the score for me attempting to asphyxiate her with a pillow when I was about five or six. With absolute astonishment, my parents, after 2 brief periods of separation and even acquiring divorce papers, re-discovered their love for one another and are now one of the happiest and most secure couples I know. Even my sister and myself get along great now, often confiding in each other with our personal issues.

     Francisco Pizarro was a conquistador born in Trujillo, Spain in about 1471. His father, Gonzalo Pizarro, was an infantry captain and he taught Francisco how to fight at an early age. Francisco Pizarro never learned to read and write but he was full of adventure.

"La Malinche." Slave, interpreter, secretary, mistress, mother of the first "Mexican." her very name still stirs up controversy. Many Mexicans continue to revile the woman called Doña Marina by the Spaniards and La Malinche by the Aztecs, labeling her a traitor and harlot for her role as the alter-ego of Cortes as he conquered Mexico.

The movie Juarez, starring Paul Muni, Bette Davis, Brian Aherne and Claude Rains, has the perfect story line. There’s action, love, violence and heartbreak, but most importantly, it brings attention to a piece of history that is rarely recognized: monarchs in Mexico.

To this day I will never understand why we were treated like someone in our family had done something wrong.

I grew up in a little town call Tecate, Baja California just across from the U.S. border in Mexico. My parents, both borned in Mexico and lived in Tecate most of their lives, met and started to make their own little family. In this little family included my sister, brother and I the oldest of three at the time. We lived with my dad’s parents in their little house. My dad was a police officer in Tecate and my mom was a stayed home mom at the time, it was decided my dad who was old fashioned. My mom then took on the hobby on learning how to cook and make food from around the world. She enjoys it a lot and she makes the most delicious foods. But, the food that has always been the most delicious one is champurrado (thick Mexican hot chocolate). My grandma (mom’s mom) taught my mom how to make champurrado but, my mom can’t perfect it like my grandma’s. When champurrado was made in the house, it meant movie night, blankets, cold night, and the family together.

La Ventana de Los Cielos is a nonprofit organization where they offer a variety of activities for children and adolescents with special needs. The mission of this facility is to promote and improve the physical and mental functions of those with special needs. This facility has 4 different stations where the children rotate and are able to participate in each station. Every station focuses on a specific function such as cognition, motor skills, sensory and social skills with the goal to enhance each function. Services offered at La Ventana include horse-based activities, zoo-interaction, aqua-experiences, music and arts and crafts. The standard ratio of staff to patients is one on one. Although there are times where there might not be enough volunteers or not enough kids that attend on a particular day, a volunteer may be left without a child or may have to work with 2 kids. I feel that the standards of ratio of one on one is adequate because it allows the staff to give the child full attention and are able to get the most out of that child for that particular day.

Who was Carlos Fuentes? Carlos Fuentes was one of the most recognized Mexican writers. Fuentes most distinguished by his talent of writing about countries, for his strength, passion of writing, and for the great person he was. Fuentes left a legend in the Mexican and Latin children. His father Rafael Fuentes Boettiger and mother Bertha Macias Rivas. Fuentes father was a Mexican diplomat and Representative of Mexico. His father became the Mexican Embassy in Washington, D. C. Between the inauguration of Citizen Roosevelt in 1930s (Carlos Fuentes 4). During Fuentes childhood he had travel all over the job his father had including “Santiago de Chile, Rio de Janeiro, Buenos Aires, Brazil; Montevideo, Uruguay; and Quito,

Two lost tales concerning the valiant knight Don Quixote de la Mancha and other such interesting things

When I was young my mother and my father both had very different opinions on how you should raise a child. And since my father was the one paying the bills and bringing home the paychecks for a few years, I didn’t really get to see him much because he worked all day. So my mother was the one who raised me for the most part. At the time she would spoil me like crazy. If I asked for something the answer would always be yes, and if I didn’t get my way I would start having a fit until she finally caved in. You could’ve called me a crybaby, go ahead I would’ve said the same thing. Because I was. My father’s best friend who had two twins both the same age as me invited me, my father and my mother over to there place for an easter egg hunt easter morning. During the easter egg hunt, me and my friend both turned a corner at the same time. He saw an egg and as he was going to grab it, I saw it and tried to get it also. He got there before me and I started to have a fit right there and then. I could remember my mother rushing up to see what’s wrong. After I told her what had happened she got me to stop crying and gave me extra candy. My dad knew that by her raising me like this I wouldn’t be able to get anywhere in life without someone being there whenever something went wrong, so he told her to take the candy back and to tell me to get over it and that not everything in life will be fair. She took that the wrong way and got mad at my dad for “not being a good parent” because didn’t

However, that tranquility would soon be disrupted both physically and mentally. My friend and her family knocked on the apartment door and I led her to my room so we could hang out there. Natalie, my older sister, sat with her on my bed and we started to talk. Suddenly, my sister opened my clothes drawer and started throwing my clothes around the room because she was bored and it seemed like fun to her. My friend got caught up in the excitement and started to throw clothes as well. This was the last straw. I was done with the constant bullying and put downs. I waited until my friends had left and I started crying to my mom about how my sister had been bullying me for a long time. She called my sister into the room and asked why she would do this to me. My sister replied in a level voice that she didn’t like me and went on for a bit explaining why. However I stopped paying attention after hearing that first part. This broke me inside and I felt betrayed. I wondered why someone who was family and should have been someone I could trust would bully me, her own sister. I was full of hope because I knew that the end was in sight and even though the reason was horrible, I now knew why she did what she did. You should always ask for the truth no matter how hurtful it may be because it can help you on your road to

At the time, I was 17 years old and my sister, mother, father, and I, went on a family vacation. I had always had a fairly good relationship with my parents, and they seemingly had a good relationship with each other, despite how the majority of my friends’ parents didn’t have such a healthy relationship. I had always admired my parents for this, although I knew they couldn’t control it. I still felt as though I needed to be grateful to them for not fighting, and just getting along all the time. Our decided destination was Disneyland, because we hadn’t been to Disneyland since my sister Kate was 4, and we felt that she would enjoy it now that she was 9. My sister was “pretty” as everyone said, and I thought I was decent looking. I was the whole nerd package as one might say. I loved school, I wore glasses. But behind all of that, I had pretty good features. Nice jawline, nice nose, and my family would always say things like “Quentin you are so handsome! You need to find yourself a pretty little girlfriend!” Well,

Looking back on my childhood filled with lots of memories, I find it rather difficult to share disgraceful stories with your family. One of the most hardest things I 've ever had to do was come out to family and friends I was a lesbian. Anyone who 's a part of the LGBT community understand how challenging this could be. After understanding my internal and external conflicts within myself, I realized the importance of my loved ones feelings, how big of an impact I have in them, and that everyone is not judgemental.