If you had told me a few years ago that I would get on my bike and ride to a different state, and all for a soda and some fries from McDonalds, I would have told you that was ludicrous. No-one would ever commute that far for something so trivial. And yet just last year, I would do exactly that. It was a hot summer day at roughly 1:00 in the afternoon. By then, I had already dropped about 10 hours that day on my Xbox and computer, which gave me a headache. I was more used to riding my bike around town, sometimes even to school, and so I figured I could just ride down the hill, maybe grab a bagel from the gas station down the road and be rested and refreshed for another 9+ hours of gaming. It was my off day from work, so I figured it would be …show more content…
It was mostly downhill, so I hadn’t even broken a sweat. I went inside to greet the obviously confused staff, ordered myself a double cheeseburger, fries, and a large root beer, and went on my way. Cutting across the street, and scarfing down my hamburger as I went, I dove into a movie theater/bargain store. I had always enjoyed coming here because of the small toys that were lying around, such as wind up helicopters, bouncy balls, and other fun distractions. I walked to the back of the store where the theater portion was, observed that every one of the movies had debuted nearly 5 weeks ago (it wasn’t a very popular theater), and headed back to my bike for the grueling ride home. I had gone about 2.5 miles when I saw a small figure in the middle of the street trying to cross. It was a small snapping turtle, attempting to journey from the marsh one side of the street to the marsh on the other. I carefully waited for traffic to stop, and fastidiously scooped up the turtle in my helmet and carried him to the side he was directed. After making sure he wasn’t going to drift back into the street, I hopped on my bike and trekked the rest of the way
When I made the decision to go to school to obtain my LPN, I was twenty-four years old. I was married with a 3 year old child and worked full time as a Certified Nursing Assistant with Hospice. My husband worked in the union but due to plants closing down in our area, he was laid off, and I was the main financial support for my family. I knew things were not going to be easy but I was determined to be successful, not only for me but for my family. I began the process of enrolling in November 2009 and was all set to begin school in April of 2010. I was beyond excited for this journey to begin. I had a wonderful support system, not only at home but with my co-workers as well and I knew nothing was standing in my way. Fast forward to December
“Will she ever be okay?” are the words that invested within me through every minute that passed. I could not help but think the world was falling in around me and nothing would relieve the pain. My daughter had something terribly wrong, and all I could do was sit and wonder the outcome of this horrific event. The world around me began to feel suffocating as if there was no way out. I brought this precious life into this world with the mindset that I could guard her from all the cruelty and darkness. My body grew weak with each thought that crept in my mind and I could feel the chills running down my back each time the doctor came with an update. Despite everything that could go wrong, I never stopped believing that with prayer I was not fighting
Did you know that the idea of New Year’s Resolutions came from the ancient Babylonians, around 4000 years ago. They actually celebrated it around May, when crops were planted, they made offerings to the gods, promising to pay off debts and things such as. This was also a way to show loyalty to the king and the gods. Today this tradition, although changed, still continues. With over 78 percent of Americans celebrating it, a lot of resolutions are made. Some of my own include training Spanky, fixing my truck, and getting my driver's license.
Experiencing something for the first time can give lead to different emotions depending on what the encounter is. One can feel really happy if the scenario turns out the way they want it to. For example, when I was six years old, I remember telling my parents about how I wanted a dog. Everyday I would show them a picture of a dog on the internet, and ask if I could have one. My parents never really gave me a complete answer when I asked. They would usually respond with, “ I am not sure”, or “let me think about it”. However, one day when I came home from school, my parents told me to close my eyes. Once I closed my eyes, they lead me to the backyard. I could hear a high pitched bark coming from a distance. My heart started to pound, and it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. As I open my eyes, I first see the bright sunlight coming in, which was blocking most of my vision. Once my eyes finally became adjusted, I see a little puppy right in front of
Statistics show that around 50% of married couples get divorced in the United States, which would make my family and I just another statistic. 8 years ago, I was only 10, my brother was barely 7, my mom decided to leave my dad. I clearly remember sitting in the car with my nana, I was a smart kid, and asking her what was going to happen with my mom and dad. She didn’t beat around the bush or talk down to me as a child, she said “I think they’ll end up divorcing.” And to many people’s surprise, I felt excited at that idea. It wasn’t that my parents constantly fought or were abusive, but somehow I knew at 10 years old that the best thing for all of us was this separation.
My mother may be the one with an educator’s license, but both of my parents have always played an active role in my education. I have succeeded throughout my entire academic career due to their encouragement and help, and currently have a 4.0 at UT Tyler; However, not all of my education was scholarly. I was highly involved in a few extracurriculars, and my parents were at every event, from tryouts to state UIL, cheering me on.
If you told me a few years ago that I would get on my bike and ride to a different state, and all for a soda and some fries from McDonalds, I would have told you that was stupid, and no-one would ever ride that far for something so trivial. And yet just last year, I would do exactly that.
“Beep”, “Beep”, “BEEP”, cars honking loud because drivers are not cautious, and also driving recklessly. Years go by and trafic becomes fatal. Living by a busy street can create a feeling of fear to cross the street. As I grew up in North Denver I started to see change, change in a good ways and in bad ways. When I was younger, I used to live right across from my Elementary and Middle school, and all 9 years I never missed school, but that was because I had an advantage of living really close to school. During my teen years I lived across Federal. Federal seemed to get busy every other 2 years. While going to Highschool I would always walk to school, but when I had to cross the busy street I started to think twice about crossing the street
In the process of making my elevator pitch there was a lot to think about and the writing process was very extensive. From the time I started writing till the point of filming I may have revised around 3-5 times, and re-recorded my speech around 7 times. During the writing process the areas of communication that I was trying to improve were a good face work, assertiveness, and being my professional self. While writing my pitch I was trying to provide a good fellowship face during the interaction so that it builds a competence face in future interactions, and in context with the field I would want to work in. Because most of my experience comes from what I did in high school and there is a limited time to talk I took a lot of time to sort out
A long white and cold road trip. It was about 5 years back. My family and I were heading to Wyoming for spring break. Worst. Mistake. Ever.
When it was my time to help other people and their families it was such a great experience because I never knew how felt if the hurricane and how would they feel if they didn’t have a home to go to. When I met this one lady she was crying because only she could think about is her home and if she will be able to have a home to go back too after all this over. But everybody knew they wasn’t destroyed. It’s sad how all these families had to travel to Augusta just because it was a hurricane. It’s also bad because these kids had to travel because they didn’t know why where they staying in our gym. Even though they didn’t bring anything, we made sure they had everything they needed and also made sure they were comfortable. When they got there we
I was snapped out of my trance by the return of the chairwoman’s voice. “Thank you all for your ideas.” Her eyesight shifted towards me. “Ms. Cohen, do you have anything else to add?”
“I’m going to win this time,” I declared proudly, ignoring my sister’s snickering. With our balmy hands interlocked, my sister stared intensely into my eyes until the sudden moment when our arm wrestling competition began. I pushed with all my might, believing that I could achieve the impossible victory. However, not three seconds after we started, my sister slammed my hand against the table. Forced to accept defeat once again, I wondered if I should ever expect differently fighting against an older sibling.
It all started when I hurt my wrist on my brothers little bike going of a homemade bike jump. I went inside to tell my parents that my wrist really hurt. All they said was you probably twisted it. After awhile it started to feel better so I went over to my friends house to have a sleepover. Once I got there we decided to play with the bike pump my friend pulled it under from me and I landed on my wrist once again. I thought it was no big deal and went on with my day. After a little while we decided to ride our little brothers bikes up and down the hill. But that was not the best idea. The bike slipped from under me and I landed on my wrists again. I wa sin so much pain that I had no words and even know it felt like I was going to start balling
The worst thing that ever happened to me, turned into the best. When I was in the first grade I thought everything was fine. I had two friends, I loved my teacher and I thought all was well. What I didn’t realize was that I was falling behind in reading. At a parent-teacher conference, Mrs. Keys told my mom that I was dropping behind and that she reasoned it was a suitable idea if I was held back. My mom was devastated, she didn’t want her little girl to be having problems in school, but she also understood what it would mean if I was kept back. She tried every at home reading booster kit she could acquire to help me increase my reading level. Mrs. Keys could see the improvement but knew that I wasn’t quite at the level that I needed to be at to move on to