Narrative Essay On Contreras

Carambola is an artwork made by Beatriz Milhazes in 2008. I chose this artwork because the colors and design got my attention. Beatriz started this piece of artwork with a square and she added more to it until it was collage filled up with geometric shapes and swirly designs. I think that’s what everyone does because when I’m bored I’ll get a piece of paper and start off with one shape or design and continue to do it until the page is full. It is basically designs of Brazilian culture with different shapes. It is based on, church facades, ruffled blouses of Brazilian Mardi Gras costumes, the design of the serpentine walkway that stretches, the exotic plants that’s beside her studio in Rio. I think this art work is non-representational because

When I was younger my sister and I would like every child would get into trouble. When I was in the 8th grade roughly it turned into me getting a bit more in trouble then my sister. It continued a bit throughout out High School when my sister was away at College, and I was the only child at home thus my father and I would get into arguments a lot easier. He would not see my point of view in most cases. This as well occurred with my sister, yet usually if I did something wrong, that would get me into trouble, she would side with our father by mainly telling me I don’t need to be the last to say something.

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

“Wow, you are so rich”, these words have been repeated many times by close friends and relatives. I am perceived as a rich and spoiled girl who sleeps on top of a pile of money and lives in a mansion in the United States. As much as I would like to live up to that assumption, in reality, I am just a middle class citizen that lives in a small town. Yes, we have cars and a big house, but we are not loaded with money. In the country of Mexico I have had numerous occurrences where its citizens have seen me differently, not a Mexican, but as an American.

When it comes to family I was raised to be respectful of my elders and those around me; however I was also taught to speak my mind when I did not agree. Growing up I met many people who were not allowed to say

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.

Born in Medellin, Spain, he was a Spanish Conquistador who conquered most of Central America. He also gave Spain three-hundred years of control over Mexico. Cortez started exploring in the early 1500’s. He explored to find riches and conquered by being observant of the natives. With a small army, he conquered the Aztec Empire. Cortez went to the university in Salamanca, Spain. He attended the university to study Latin and Law. Unfortunately, Cortez completed only two years of school. He returned to his family in Medellin, Spain. However, life became boring for him. Nevertheless, Christopher Columbus inspired Cortez to explore the New World. Finally, Cortez was able to

I believe in isonomy because there are innocent people getting murdered and nobody is doing anything unless they are of significance or a certain colour of skin. I’m talking about the “Man” who doesn’t look down on light skins but treats darker skins like they should be accused of everything even though they did not do anything.

This morning Jonathan Riojas came into the SOC and told me that there is an irate employee and was telling me that he couldn’t active his badge due to losing the badge that was trying to active. So I step in and spoke to Benjamin Borgo and told him that we couldn’t active this badge because he lost and he has other badges that he uses in the past. Benjamin was getting a little mad and start telling me that he doesn’t appreciated that Jonathan thinks he was lying and don’t care. So I again told him the rules on only having one badge per site. So he ask who is the manager and ask him if he likes to speak to my manager. So I call Alex Wheaton and give Benjamin my manager name.

My name is Joaquin Aleras. I am from Costa Rica. I am a middle school student at Westbrook Middle School. I am thirteen years old. I live in Washington D.C. with my mom, aunt, and two cousins. I am applying to your study abroad program because I want to travel this summer. I have never been outside of Washington D.C. or the Unites States, but I want to go visit Belgium with your program.

An American model who is also a theoretical and a commercial actor is our own handsome hunk, Ryan Guzman. He is best-known as Noah Sandborn from “The Boy Next Door” and Mills from “Notorious.”

Within my age group, there are more than a dozen of us and we were constantly compared against one another for our academic performances, extracurricular activities, the friends we made, what we did in our spare time, and whether we chose to take on part time jobs as a means of demonstrating responsibility and a value for money. Anytime I bumped into someone, I was always approached with a negative comment about how I was doing something wrong or how one of my family members was doing something better. For example, when I was doing gymnastics, they would tell me that I needed to be in Kumon. My family constantly saw education over any activities. This was difficult to endure, but it was a blessing in disguise; it illuminated their negativity, their way of discrediting my efforts, and their way of bringing me down. This opened my eyes and I realized that if they’re my family, they should

I am the youngest of four children, and the failure of my oldest sister helped transition me from childhood to adulthood. Family is very important to me and my parents have always held high standard for each one of their children. Since I am the youngest sister, my oldest sister has always set an example of how we should live life. When she was in college I was only in elementary school and I didn’t know what was going on until I got older. My older sister dropped out of college, payed for her boyfriends loan without telling my parents, and basically screwed up her life. She had attended more than four different college where she is now twenty-nine and still hasn’t obtained a degree. As I got older, her failures were always the hot topic at the dinner

She thought I was deliberately making my socks yellow every day. She did not like the disrespect, she did not like the lies, and she did not like that I was being wasteful. I told her the truth about what I had done after being punished for the first time, but she never believed me, claiming that if my story were true, my sneaker would also be yellow (which it wasn’t). I was punished for days and was only allowed to eat, sleep, and bathe. I was yelled at and reprimanded. Until one relieving day when I was finally believed. My brother, my parents, and I had gone to Midland Beach’s sprinkler together. When we arrived home, my older brother’s socks were yellow, somehow. Consequently, my mom finally believed that I had done nothing wrong, and had not been making my socks yellow on purpose all of those days.

Family matters was a problem for me because I haven’t seen my mother in years. I really thought she was going to be the same sweet, caring, and loving mother she once was. After three days of my arrival, my mother began arguing and screaming at me for no reason but I tried not to talk back to her since I’m a short tempered kind of person. I decided to ignore what she said but that only made things worse for me. It reached to the point that I decided to stay with my older cousin because I couldn’t stand her yelling at me anymore.