I remember anxiously waiting for my older brother to connect to the internet through dial up for the first time. I would constantly pester my brother with questions about how images appeared on this magical box. Never before in my life had I ever used anything like it. Knowing that any simple form of interference such as picking up a phone would cut off the connection, I had to learn how to make the most out of my time and constantly save the progress of any software or game that was open.
Ever since my little brother, Daniel, was diagnosed with autism, it has been difficult to communicate with him because of his inability to articulate words. At first my family and I tried to teach him basic words and introduce sign language to him. With each attempt, he smiled and replied with his favorite word, “buh”! One day when I was playing Runescape, it hit me. The solution was right in front of me: technology. Waiting patiently as the slow dial-up internet loaded each page, I came across a simple soundboard and asked my mother to purchase it. On the day of arrival, my family and I spent the evening assigning sound recordings to each button and adding pictures next to them. After we showed Daniel how the soundboard worked, I was bewildered when he had pushed the “I want” button and the picture of the food he desired. Because of technology,
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When I look at a piece of technology, I always question myself: “How does it work”?” Always wanting to learn how code works, I signed up for my high school’s Java class. At first, understanding Java was like Charlie Brown listening to his teacher speak. However, with time, it became clearer and felt like a challenging game. Although the class continually became more difficult, I thoroughly enjoyed the learning process. Despite knowing that there will be many difficulties to face, I decided to follow my passions and to major in Computer
Welcome to my outlandish, yet in my opinion, amusing brain! The name presented to me upon birth is Taylor Lee Thompson. Currently, I am suffering through the struggles of junior year at Marion Senior High School. Difficult classes, early mornings, and extracurricular activities have made me an expert in the sport of juggling. The class that has appealed to me the most over the years is Criminal Justice. I found the behind the scenes instruction absolutely riveting! My instructor, Mrs. Hamm, kept me on my toes and I was always learning about crime, criminals, and cases. On the other hand, the class I utterly dread is history. Any and every type of history has always slowly bored me to sleep. I am convinced we are taught the same curriculum
Imagine having the christmas spirit Then breaking a bone! I broke my arm two years ago two weeks from christmas.
I was fourteen years old when a new life started for me. My mother came to the US searching for a better future for my sister and I, she left us with my grandmother when I was only two years old. Sometimes, a new beginning sounds scary. I had lived my entire life in El Salvador, surrounded by my family and friends, and now the moment to leave my country had come, I was to leave my home to come to the US to reunite with my mother. It was not an event I had envisioned, it was rather something that I saw far from happening.
For the first six years of my life, I was a content child who enjoyed the companionship of a younger brother and had little to no worries. Then one day in August, my family decided that it was time to move again. This time our destination was Keene Texas, a rather small city whose only notable feature was a modest Seventh Day Adventist University.
Traditional wisdom and modern science both argue for a full sleep schedule for all ages, but, more importantly, a sleep schedule of approximately nine hours for teenagers. Even rest outside of sleep is held as being of utmost importance, since “all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” However, there are points in a person’s life, especially for the modern teen seeking advanced placement after secondary school, where it is considered reasonable to trade some amounts of rest for extra work. But I, the idealistic teenager I am, rejected the word “some” as being too compatibilist for my taste and, instead, challenged Jack for the position as dullest, yet highest graded, boy.
In conclusion,it's difficult to find an effective solution for this issue,however it can be treated and managed in several ways such as , improving self confidence , healthy diet and using self-help . Surrounding oneself with individuals who understand what one is going through and are there to encourage and celebrate every step of the recovery can greatly boost the sufferer’s spirits. Eventually, when an individual’s success assists in encouraging other persons having anxiety disorders, it makes one to feel much better . Anxiety is the feeling of horror and panic that results from being tense about a particular situation in one's day to day activities . Fear and thinking of future are to major factors that make people anxious . In addition
On July 4th, I went into the local Wal-Mart near my home located 13490 Beach Blvd
One of the biggest decisions I had to make while transcribing was how much detail to include. A more detailed transcription would relay how I pronounce the words and sounds, but that may differ due to my accent. I decided to use Standard English pronunciation to avoid any problems with this. When it came to transcribing the numbers (1992 and 6am) I decided to transcribe them as they’re said; as opposed to leaving them in their numerical form. This meant slightly more time and effort was involved but I thought it better to be safe rather than sorry. The trickiest part was having to get each letter from the phonetic alphabet onto this word document. Having a keyboard that lacks the many symbols and marks used meant that it took a lot longer to
Furniture, valuables, and boxes are stacked all the way to the ceiling. By this time, I have been accustomed to the process of putting my valuables in a storage locker. I had to leave my house and stay with a friend of the family. From middle school to my sophomore year of high school, I lived in seven different places. Therefore, it was convenient to have a storage locker to keep my belongings in. It was comforting to know that my stuff would still be there when I found a permanent place to stay.
Beep, beep, beep. This is the sound of an ECG monitor. The sound that fills a silent void as everyone waits with baited breath for the loved one lying in the bed to open their eyes. Unfortunately, this time the steady sound draws long and drones on and on. Then it hits you, the heart has stopped. Death is sudden and comes when we least expect; but then again, I don’t think you could anticipate if you tried. It can come to us many forms and so can the news of it. Grandma’s news comes in a phone call. I come home to an empty house that afternoon, nothing unusual. Awaiting the return of my mother, I went about my daily routine. Doing my homework, cleaning my room, and walking the dog; things I did everyday, but this time it was different.
My background contains two adolescent years in the better neighborhoods of hydro electrically powered Zaporozhye, Ukraine, ten developmentally critical birthdays celebrated unceremoniously, while calling home an area in Sacramento known among locals as an actual antithesis to diversity, and a remaining lifetime enduring the tell-tale inevitable mishaps of time. Today, I house within me complex emotional ranges assiduously spattered along the spectrum of human expression, starkly vivid experiences collected through several once-in-a-lifetime moments, and, hopefully, a holistic identity deemed worthy by institutions purposed for passionate academic pursuits.
I used transitional phrases and sentences, adequately throughout the essay. I tried to place transitional phrases at the end of each paragraph, but my fourth paragraph doesn’t exactly transition well to my last paragraph. My sentences also had a lot variation and exceptional diction. I tried to string together as many Ideas as I could so I could have detailed and flowing Ideas. One way my essay is flawed is by not clearly explaining what the main Idea of each paragraph is. I tried to expand upon some of my ideas, but I feel like it made my essay harder to follow. I felt like my third paragraph didn’t really add on to my argument. One question I have is what’s the difference between passive voice and active voice? Over all, I feel like my essay
There are a few ways in which I have had to make adaptations in my daily life since coming to college. First, I have started setting multiple alarms before going to bed at night. When I still lived at home, my mom would always make sure I was awake in the mornings, so I never had to worry about getting up on my own. Since coming to college, I set a couple of different alarms every day, so I don’t oversleep and miss something important. Second, I have begun using headphones instead of letting things play out loud. I very rarely used headphones before, but the atmosphere here has required me to make this adaptation. Often times, my roommate is doing homework or I am in a loud environment, so in order to ensure that everyone can focus and I can
Many people ask me if the experience affected me in a negative way, I immediately said yes. Other people asked me if I would change this experience at all, I said no. This made me a stronger, wiser, more hardworking, more motivated, and a more independent person. I learned to never turn my back because people would stab it right away. I learned to keep my head up and strive to be a better person every single day. Eleanor Roosevelt once said “Do what you feel in your heart to be right- for you’ll be criticized anyways”. That is exactly what I did.
In a series of unfortunate, clumsy events, I found myself walking home at three o’ clock