Personal Essay : I Forgot To Milk The Goats

In the fast paced world of today, advertisers have to keep up with the times. One of the best ways they do this is through the Got Milk ads. Milk is a part of everyday life and the advertisers for Milk show this through modern tactics and popular celebrities. By putting familiar faces on magazine ads and using interesting T.V. commercials, companies sell their products. The ways in which they sell the products is not by just stating that their product is good, they appeal to the human emotions, ethics and most of all what is logical. There are many ad campaigns out there that strongly target one area, such as your emotions, but the Got Milk advertisers campaign has all three of these factors.

“Beep beep beep” My alarm sounds startling me. I reach for my phone to turn off this horrid noise. It takes all my willpower to not press snooze and just roll over. Then I remember that I am going to Florida today. I excitedly jump out of bed and start to get ready. I step onto the cold tile flooring of my bathroom. I reach the toothpaste and the minty flavor soon fills my mouth, leaving me fresh breath. Next I head into my room to change out of my pajamas.

Last year, in October during the cheerleader’s concert, that my mom and dad were singing at, I asked, “Do you want to dance?” My mom said, “yes”. Walking out to dance, she fell and accidently tripped me and landed on my ankle. It felt as if someone was breaking my leg in half. It got really numb where I couldn’t feel it, but I still knew I was in some pain. Picking me up off the ground, my mom sat me on the bleachers. Everyone came over there and it was really embarrassing. My dad carried me to the car and we drove to the dollar store to buy me an icepack to put on it.

When I think of my mistakes, it was a challenge for me to identify the biggest, let alone my favorite. After thinking upon of what I thought were simple insignificant mistakes, I found something that is also responsible for my happiness and health today. My biggest mistake was not getting injured, but continuing to train injured and treating the shooting pain as soreness. This injury lead me to many places, and through many treatments. It has been painful and arduous but the outcome helped pave the way I live my life.

Grendel approaches the mead-hall very silently, Getting ready to attack my men violently. However, this shall be his last evil feast, For with my bare hands I shall slay this beast! The monster devoured the first man in sight. I lay awake in my sleep preparing to fight, Yet Grendel continues to feast without a clue. Suddenly, my hands grip his claws like glue, And around the mead-hall we dance. Grendel is not willing to give me a chance, But I know he is cowering in fear. The end of this fight seems to be near; Therefore, I can feel his power waning. With my great strength and training, I rip an arm off of this ugly spawn of hell. Grendel’s overwhelming fear is easy to tell; He cowardly flees back to his wicked cave. Since this job was done

One cold sunny weekend in February of 2014 in Madison, MS the Saint Stanislaus boys just arrived to the hotel where they would stay for the night before the big game. All was good the night before we ate and later went to sleep. We all woke up around eight in the morning and had breakfast. We left for the fields around twelve because the game was at two in the evening.

They were everywhere we went. We ran down the dark alley. They were right behind us. We turned down another alley only to find a dead end. They were already walking towards us, blocking the only exit. We were surrounded. There was nothing we could do. We were out of ammunition and had no other weapons. I stood in front of the group ready to protect them at all costs.

I have learned a great many things from playing soccer. It has changed my entire outlook on and attitude toward life. Before my freshman year at Cool high school, I was shy, had low self-esteem and turned away from seemingly impossible challenges. Soccer has altered all of these qualities. On the first day of freshman practice, the team warmed up with a game of soccer. The players were split up and the game began. However, during the game, I noticed that I didn't' t run as hard as I could, nor did I try to evade my defender and get open. The fact of the matter is that I really did not want to receive the ball. I didn't' t want to be the one at fault if the play didn't' t succeed. I did not want the responsibility of helping the team

The stick grazed the beast eye, blinding it in one eye. I took this to my advantage; kicking it in the chest as it whimpered to the ground by roared a loud and wind-filled growl into the air, declaring war. I bent down to the ground, before I lunged at the beast, swinging my legs around so I was on top with my broken ankle out of

SC completed RA HV with Pa on1/12/2016. By Pa walking to the door to let SC in the apartment she was severely SOB and she was wearing her oxygen. SC asked Pa if this was common and she reported that it’s always like that she just have to pace herself. Pa reports that she uses to have bloody noses and sore throat all the time but now her humidifier has help her al in controlling that. Pa's as a history of COPD, asthma, OA, RA, GERD all of which affect her functioning and ability to adequate care for herself. At one of Pa’s routine medical visit it was discover that a lump she has had for many years is now growing and her doctor is very concerned Pa a battery of test down in November, 2015 and was schedule to get the result two months later 1/10/2016 (but 1/10/2016 saw on a Sunday and that doctors office was closed Pa was sent a letter from the doctor’s office asking

The largest of the bunch let out a bellow, dropped the bloody hunk of meat he’d been

In 1993, due to the decline in milk consumption, dairy farmers in California came together to form the California Milk Processors Board (CMPB). They agreed to give three cents for each gallon sold to fund an advertising campaign with the main purpose of “reminding people to drink milk” (gotmilk.com). Jeff Manning, the man hired by the CMPB to find an advertising company, appointed an ad agency known today as: Goodby, Silverstein & Partners. The San Francisco based company began immediate consumer research in which they found the majority of people loathed running out of milk, especially when sitting down to a sweet or sticky treat. They took this information and formed what’s known as the deprivation strategy. Rather than just advertising

After nearly consuming the remains of my dead best friend while having my life on the brinks of death...being impaled with spears through every single part of my body was the highlight of the endless, horrifying experiences from fighting you. And despite having my body ripped to literal shreds and then forced to relive that hellish nightmare again, I was still scolded from monsters who have previously persecuted and brutally beaten me for a having reasonable hatred towards you. Spears are reminders of chains you forged from my own dying screams that kept me chained to the blood painted

I however, do not have experience with teaching a specific course in an accredited medical technology program, but I do have on the job experience with instructing medical laboratory technician student, second year medical students, and new employees in the field of medical technology.

I entered the gym door with 16 people, walking to the lockers on a hot summer day. One by one we all changed into our uniform. When we finished the coach called us all out and made us get a volleyball. Things got really interesting and fun. From there we practiced serving the ball over the net. Next, he made us get in a circle to serve the ball to each other. Tomorrow same time 2:30, we will start again. The objective for today was to play against the team. He split the girls and me into two teams. I got on the black line, feeling anxious but dauntless. I saw the net and the line across the other room and I gazed at it. At practice, I couldn’t hit the ball back when the other team served. I constantly tried and tried, but I failed. I experienced that volleyball’s not my thing, but I had to keep trying.