Kammi Kolanko is my mother and hero. She is 37 years old and works at a school as a substitute teacher in the Norwin Elementary School. She also lives in a house on 1180 Pinewood Road Irwin PA 15642. She helps me with my homework and makes sure I have everything ready for school in the morning each day. She also makes sure I have a good packed lunch for every day in school. She is a person who is an amazingly good and fast cook. She wants us, her kids, to not become selfish. She also wants us to lead productive lives. She hopes we can be kind people when we grow up.
To play a role given to us, isn’t fun once we learn of it, however, breaking away pushes us further into the journey. The Hero's Journey, a repetitive process that seems to be in the basic natural structure of every human, and despite any efforts are often replicating it ourselves. Following the journey is simple and sometimes unavoidable. The whole journey is mapped out by Christopher Vogler's The Writer's Journey. Then seen in Dracula, Bedazzled, and Noah. Also, in a easier way Howl's Moving Castle and The Game.
I WANT ROWDY IN REARDAN! Even though it seemed like it was never going to happen I am still going to try my best to get him in. He was my best friend and I had to get him in Reardan somehow, even if he was still mad at
Narrative As I (Ofc.S.Diaz) was walking from store to store I (Ofc.S.Diaz) notice a person on the ground in front of Nando Peri Peri when I approached the person (Ms.Janet last name not given 65yrs old female) she was laying down on her face when she looked up I (Diaz) notice her nose was bleeding severe I ask another pedestrian to call 911 for Ms.Janet as the pedestrian was on the phone with 911 Ofc. P. Diddy and I (Diaz) kept talking to Ms.Janet. Ms.Janet had told us she was walking from carter store when she trip on her own foot and fell she believes it was her own shoes being loose that cause her to fall.Laurel Volunteer Rescue Squad came and took Ms.Janet to laurel hospital..
“RENZO” I lived in Detroit before I had to move to Cleveland because I got expelled from high school. I’m an African-American 16 year old who is a greedy, and is a mean drug dealer. I used to be a good kid, but when I killed my parents the adrenaline in my body produced my true colors. When I came across a garden, something then caught my eyes: a teenager who looked like he was planting marijuana. Then a devious plan showed up in my brain. My plan was to befriend that teenager, who would then work with me in selling marijuana. I went into the garden straight to that teenager.
On a Saturday morning, around 10am, my family was getting ready for my niece’s (Maritza) 4-year-old birthday party. After 12:30pm we were already at my sister’s (Adele) house, ready to give my niece a hug and her annual present. At the moment Maritza wasn’t home, so I stalled for a
"C'mon Lenick...Keep your chin up" As Chance says as he proceeds to fight his student. "I haven't given up before Chancellor, I won't start now." Lenick then throws a punch to Chance. Chance dodges the punch and takes Lenick's arm, throwing him onto the ground. "You are getting to predictable young apprentice. You have to learn to notice your opponent's maneuvers, not let your opponents see yours. That's what it takes to become a Specialist." Lenick gets back up and ready's himself so does Chance. As Lenick is about to strike, The final bell rings, Chance goes to a rest position, "That is today's class." Chance then walks over to Lenick, "Remember what we talked about, make sure you study your opponent before they have the chance to study you."
I’d heard the name before. Shasta. For some reason her name stuck with me the most. After my the first class ended, I walked up to her and started to speak. “Shasta! It hasta be Shasta!” she blurted out. What? I must have looked super confused because she started laughing hysterically “I’m sorry, I knew someone would ask about my name.” She grinned really hard. Is she gonna tell me? “Oh yeah sorry I’m named after a Soft drink and what I said before, yeah that was the slogan in the 1950s.” That’s roughly how my first encounter with Shas went.
Fumihito has been staring blankly at the koi pond for more than just a little while. The orange and white colors blurring together as tears well up in her eyes for what feels like the hundredth time this week. She had left to be alone here with her feelings, feeling oddly unsafe at the thought of being alone in her home. She had so many things to think about and the house wasn't a good place for them. She came out to the pond...to think about herself. She hasn't a talented person by any means. No awards or accomplishments of the academic sort, truthfully subpar at sports, and her combative nature and fighting style were completely useless against someone who knew what they were with a knife or gun...or, given how her previous experience with Kam had gone, even someone inexperienced could get an easy jab on her.
A fisherman, sitting in his boat, distraught by why he hasn’t caught a single fish. He sits there as one, two and three hours pass but not even a nibble. He’s tried all that he can but it seems as if nothing wants to work. He has gone so far past his boiling point that he goes to shore to grab some rocks and he starts throwing them at his bobber, harder and harder as each one goes by, harder and harder as each minute ticks by. That’s when it happens, he finally decides to give up, if only he would have waited though, he could have had the biggest catch in his life.
“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them”---Maya Angelou, Letter to my daughter. Crawling down to the depths of the deep blue ocean to abscond from your unwanted harsh realities will quickly drown your ability of being strong willing. The difficult non-stop growing process of life leads to a fully cooked and accomplished existence. A delicious Italian delicacy goes through the painful process of being emerged in hot water until it’s soft enough to melt in your mouth, cooked to perfection, and ready to eat. Bravely embracing your hot water and looking at life’s big picture will unleash the ending result of obtaining a fully cooked life. Uselessly hiding from brutal experiences
Zoe, Zoe Sunny Conti was the most popular and prettiest at Pinnacle high school at least that was what she thought. Her father was one wealthy man, he owned a company and Zoe had fancy expensive clothing and the newest iphone with nice luxurious cars that her father owned, she, herself owned a Range Rover. Though she was known well at school there was another girl her name was Kaylee Chloe Parsons her ex-bestie, their whole friendship ended because of a guy that they both liked, which the guy moved to Oregon the next year. Anyway back to Zoe and Kaylee, stopped being friends sophomore year and they always try to be better than one another in everything, throwing the better party, looking the best, having the most expensive brand clothing, dating the “hotter” guy, everything even P.E. dodgeball. Kaylee wasn't her enemy this time as the days went on. One day her dad got home she was in the living room watching a movie while she looked at her dad and he looked sad, upset just not in the bestest of the mood, she wondered why this must of been
Banda di Fratelli It was a quiet, cold Tuesday night, deep in British territory. I was with my Italian squadron, Cani da Guerra; our objective was to take out the front line of enemy British soldiers. My best friend and I were on recon, trying to spot enemy movement. The rest of my squadron was sleeping in cold, dark trenches lined with barbed wire. They’d recently been filled with poisonous gas, becoming a temporary grave for many British who lay helpless, rotting away. My best friend, Sebastian, was a spotter with me. It was twelve thirty-five, time for my shift to begin while Sebastian was sleeping.
In this picture I’m in Manzanita walking in the rain with my sister and My parents. Manzanita is a tiny town in Oregon, I’ve been going there since I was four. I have had many memories there, but this is the most memorable.
I don’t know why I remember that game so vividly. That game that went on for what seemed like forever. The cushion between my bent up gaming chair at 3:00 in the morning was flattened between the seat and my bottom. My eyes were glued to the monitor as my character ran down the middle lane to join the heat of the battle. As the 50 minute marker hit I started to lose my ability to think properly. My mind was fried from the last two games I played. But neither of them lasted as long as this one was. Most of these games lasted between 20-30 minutes. Yet here we were: Isabelle, myself, and three other random people fighting for our lives in this game. My character, Soraka, got to run down the fields of justice to join the fight while I sat alone in my darkened den watching the surroundings around her. As Soraka passed the trees and rocks that forged the path towards the enemy’s base an alert came from Isabelle.