Our Studio Trip to Los Angeles

They all labeled downtown El Paso’s buildings. I looked at them, lost for I had no knowledge of what they were talking about. I was still just a bird hatching from the shell. I turned left and there it was, classroom A1518. The two large, dark wooden doors were opened and on top of them was the sign “ARCHITECTURE”. I stood there with my breath taken away from me. “So… This is it. This is why you came into Northwest. This is your purpose” I took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and continued on forward. Inside was a large room with computers on most of the side walls and desks the size of tables were located in the middle. All of the other students’ eyes were on me. I got even more nervous. They probably asked themselves if I was lost because of course, who would expect a 15-year-old to take an architecture college class? I walked slowly towards the 2nd desk in the front row. I sat in the tall black chair as the sound of the AC and the computer fans grew bigger and bigger. I’ve never heard anymore silence in my life. I opened my backpack’s side apartment and took out my pencil and place it on the side of the dark brown desk. I looked around and saw another room inside of

Tim wanted to know more about the students because he wanted to not only get to know them better, but see where they were heading in life. He implied that he was first confused on the fact of becoming a writer or a teacher, so he decided to become both. He wrote over 60 children's book and now is a feature writer for the Buffalo News. “Why I wrote so many children’s books? Because I could.” Tim said with a soft smile. When going around the room, he came across a young freshman girl that announced that she wanted to become a news anchor. Then Tim went on talking about who he taught on Channel 7. “I felt like I taught half of Channel 7.” He expressed with a chuckle. Then continued going around the room. When finished, he began explaining what he does and expressed that the biggest part of his job is writing long form narrative scripts, which is a magazine like stories, but in a newspaper and personality profiles as well.

My first day of the second grade, I knew no one except the teacher and my younger brother. Kindergarten and first grade had been easy enough, but I was scared of the upcoming year. The only thing I knew about being the new kid was that it hadn’t panned out too great for Addie from the American Girl books. Mrs. Henson’s class was fairly quiet throughout the day, for most kids were nervous or tired. We neared the end of the day and I was ecstatic over the fact that hadn’t made a complete fool of myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I thought that that would be a challenge for another day. Unfortunately, that’s not what Mrs. Henson had in mind. She sent us all out to recess with a grin plastered on her face and with me practically kicking

The building was a marvel of modern engineering. A carbon neutral, solar and geothermal powered monument to the future. The outside of the building a sleek combination of recycled redwood and interlocking solar panels. The inside’s high vaulted ceilings and sleek white pillars formed a cavernous inner space. Three classrooms divided the building into working spaces. The bright L.E.D lighting and modern fixtures completed the buildings futuristic design. This building was the newest in a long line of additions to my middle school's campus.

They are all nervous, some more than others. But, they all calm down after meeting their new teacher, Mr. Terupt. He's smart, kind, and knows how to handle them all. Shortly, they become very comfortable around him. One day, the class becomes excited because Mr. Terupt attaches the last link that reaches to the floor. This means they will get a “free day” because of their hard work and good behavior! The class decides to go outside to play in the snow on their free day. It's all fun and games until a prank turns into a freak accident. As Mr. Terupt lays in a coma, the classmates wait patiently because “...patience makes the world go round…,” as said by

I was hopeful that the day would be a success. It was the same routine in a new environment. Fortunately, my first day at Larned High School started like every first day before. The principal, Mr. Langdon, gathered all the students and welcomed us into a new school year. His speech filled the room with excitement and optimism for the new year. After the ground rules were set we set forth for our first class. I would never have realized the challenges I would face in Biology. My instructor, Miss Moser, started off the year with a stern no-nonsense policy. Fear swept over the room. For the first two weeks, I did not dare speak, and I did not wish to cause any trouble. As long as I did not say anything I could not be wrong. To start the class, we began reviewing what the class should already know. It was difficult to figure out what I needed to know because she had such high expectations for the class. After the longest hour of my life, the class was finally over. I bolted

The remarkable story of Made in L.A is about three immigrants from Latina, worked in a garment sweatshop company in Los Angeles. Life in the workplace was not smooth as challenges from the employer affected them leading them to campaign against the act. The story illuminates the power of unity, the courage it takes to let known of once rights and about immigration (Encore Broadcast n.p). This paper seeks to describe the problems in the documentary and the characters. It will also enlighten on the characters stories and how the stories amplify the documentary plot and social issues. The paper will even expound on the theme of conflict to analyze the documentary using the theoretical perspective.

Paul’s father made the choice of moving him and his family to Tangerine Florida, because he got a new job offer and wanted to take it. Paul was excited for his fresh start at a new school with a new name other than “Mars.” Moving to a new school was great for Paul at first, but then everything went downhill from the time he walked through the doors of Lake Windsor Middle School. Paul was told that his classes were outside in portable classrooms, while the sixth graders would be inside with regular classrooms to be in. At the end of the day, everything got worse. Paul faces another complication at Lake Windsor Middle School.

Ever since I found out my softball team could make it to California for Nationals I knew this would be our goal for the summer. Now here is where the challenging part came in, we only had three chances to make it to California. We made it, we were lucky enough to make our goal in the third chance.

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The theory of this experiment was the use of fear appeals based on strong and mild advertising of a stun gun. La tour conducted an experiment including three hundred and five women who were single while thirty four percent were married. The independent variable of the experiment was the advertisements with strong and mild appeals. . Participants that already carried a firearm and stun gun were screened out from this experiment. The participants were randomly chosen by the researchers. The researchers stopped people and asked if they wanted to take part in a study. Majority that was selected agreed to participate. To make sure it was a representative sample it was done in way to include people from across the hours of operation of the mall.

First day moving into a new school. All the new and returning students were there. All of them getting removed in and hugging one another, reuniting from the long summer vacation, Miles is new to Culver Creek, and so far having no luck with introducing himself to anyone or making any conversation with any student. “ I vaguely hoped that someone would come up and talk to me. I imagined the conversation...That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened like I imagined them” (8).So, instead he watches everyone else smile and walk around together. Up

Los Angeles is one of the most exciting cities in the United States. According to the Los Angeles post record tourist numbers in 2012, the city attracts 41.4 million visitors per year. Even though the traffic is terrible, Los Angeles is still one of my favorite places because of the many restaurants to dine in, and the many wonderful attractions.

On November 1, 2015; I went to a family gathering in the front yard of Vincent’s house near Los Angeles. Upon arriving at this family gathering I soon realized that everyone at this gathering was either family or a family friend, all of whom grew up in a Salvadorian home with a Salvadorian food culture. While at this gathering I noticed that there was one family member who seemed not to be eating any of the food that was set out, she seemed to be using caution with any of the food she did eat. This was startling, it seems that everyone else at this party would fill their plates with food and even come back for seconds and yet there was this one member of the family who only got enough on her plate that no one would question why she wasn’t

I am shock by what I am seeing now. I find myself flying in the middle of the boundless sky like an eagle. The beauty of the earth is all under my eyes now. I can see the greenish forests, the giant mountains, the empty lands, and the busy cities that are far away. But the most beautiful thing is the blue sky itself where I am in. Suddenly the next moment, I was standing on the roof of a 100-stories tall skyscraper while enjoying my expensive wine and the landscape of the city. When I look down, although I am scared of heights, I see the miniature of pedestrians and cars that are moving around. Travelling in an imagination world is probably the most joyful thing to do in the life. I don’t where I will be next yet, but it will come to my mind when it is the right time.