Have you tried and failed to get together with a girl or guy? Well this roller-coaster of a story will surely get you to empathize or sympathize with me, or maybe if it is that big of a failure to you, both.
This I believe that there is a God, and he is watching over us, and helping us everyday with the problems of everyday life, whether it be an illness, break-up, school pressure, and even helping people make the right choices in life, because some people face greater consequences for things they done in the moment and didn't think of the consequences or what would happen if they did something they knew that was wrong but, didn’t think about the possible consequences of their choices.
“Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four Privet Drive. Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harry’s room.” — these are the words that framed my childhood. Unlike other children, who were raised to spend time playing outside, I was raised alongside a young British wizard with a scar on his forehead and a penchant for finding trouble. Of course, the adventures of Harry Potter are not actually fact; however, to a boy gleefully resting on his mother’s lap their authenticity was never in question. I can still remember so many things about the way that she would read to me on those lazy Sunday afternoons. Entranced by her soft voice rising and falling as each syllable passed over her lips, I sat and dreamed for endless hours.
On some days, the alarm that I used to have beside my clock are the chirping birds outside. They seem to have taken pleasure of my endless complaining of wanting to go back to bed and not having to get up and do my morning routine. I dreaded waking up in the early morning for school. Where the sun has yet risen and the sky is still dark. I was leaning my head against the car window where my eyes was half lidded as they were fighting to stay awake. I keep having these in my head that repeated itself over and over again since yesterday. They always seem to have the desire to voice out the words, but I kept my mouth shut and reluctantly listened to my dad’s endless questions about whether I’m excited for school or not however I took note that
The evening before school, Edwin was gathering his supplies and selecting what he wants to wear. His father asks him why he had been acting so strange. Edwin glanced at his father with a grimace. His father tried to shake it off and ignore the rude remark. A few seconds passed and his father left the room.
At the sudden ringing of the school bell, Yuyuki quietly stood up with the rest of her class and faced the front of the classroom and bowed, following the teacher's example. She stuffed the test paper she was handed back into her book bag and prepared to leave when a couple of her classmates tapped her on the way out.
High school is a daunting stage for all, leaving primary school where you were the eldest and had no fears. Then there’s that change, the adjustment of being the youngest and pushed around by seniors, lots of homework messing with your head and heaps of emotions you didn’t even know you had all of a sudden come to life. There are choices that can make school easier for you.
At the start of my last year in middle school, a transfer student from China who was unfamiliar with English mustered up all her courage, approached me, and introduced herself with the best English she could manage. This action would later on welcome me to witness her world of resilience. Her name was Amy, and throughout her journey through eighth grade, she faced a lot of adversity with peers around her. No matter how difficult the obstacle was, she had always pushed through with all her effort. This narrative will introduce the resilience that Amy portrayed throughout her first year of school in America.
“I am still learning,” that is what the 87 year old Michelangelo declared, but what was he learning? A countless number of facts? How to be a great artist? No, he was making himself into a better, well-rounded person. That is what a liberal arts education provides an individual; because a liberal arts education is not only about learning facts, but becoming a well-rounded individual, in doing so, making the world a better place. Loras’s four dispositions—active learners, reflective thinkers, ethical decision-makers, and responsible contributors to professions, societies, and religious communities—make this feasible.
Fear, worry, and anxiety captivated me and held me hostage. Academics, family pressures, and the constant overbearing question of the future had torn me apart. The weight of the world swallowed me whole and controlled my every move. Most of all, I feared the failure associated with change. People say that we should welcome change; nonetheless, I still dreaded the future. Life without the security blanket of my closest friends and family frightened me because for the first time, the choices I were to make were all my own. Senior year is meant to be a year of relaxation and preparation for the future; however, my senior year had turned into an internal World War III.
The plane began to shudder, “turbulence” I thought to myself, but the shuddering was followed by the wail of warning bells. I dashed to the front, desperate to see what was going on. Swirling grey storm clouds waited whilst jagged lines of bright light flashed metres in front of the plane
The freezing cold seeped into my clothing and made me shiver. I was finally here. I slowly raised my hand to the button to ring my dad’s apartment. I was very reluctant to be here all alone not knowing what I had gotten myself into. My dad greeted me with the brightest smile,telling me to set my things in my new room. Nancy, his girlfriend, smiled warmly, greeted and asking me if I needed any help with anything to ask her. I set all my things into my new room. Christmas lights hung by the window and a twin sized bed was put in the left corner. A small closet was tucked to the left side of the door. I had set all my belongings onto the floor. I sat on the bed and thought through what had just happened.
I woke up from a loud knock from my front door. I examined the clock and it read 11:00 p.m. " Seriously!? This is the time the deliverer comes?! ". I trudged down stairs weary in my pajamas. I opened the door only to find the kukuri by it's self from the breeder. " And the person left... Wow, welp it's time to get you in.." As I gazed upon my new kukuri I realized I couldn't fit her through the door. Instead, I took her around to the garage and took her inside.. then realizing I still needed to get through the door to my house. Tired and not wanting to deal with this garbage, I broke the entrance to the home a little more so she could fit in. " I can fix this later.. " I said yawning. The kukuri came into my home and went up stairs quickly.
Life has tried to put me down (and keep me there) so many times but I just keep getting back up and moving forward. Sometimes, it was a downfall brought about by my own bad decision-making about how to play the hand I was dealt. Other times, I was simply dealt a bad hand. After all I have been through, it is obvious to me that God has a plan for me. At forty years old, I still have no clue exactly what the precise plan is. I may never know the full details of it, but I am just going to keep moving forward in a positive direction and maybe I will discover the full itinerary of what I was born to do. When I have shared bits and pieces of my story with people through the years, I have been told I am inspiring. I have thought a few times about putting my
I exited out of the train, feeling the summer heat wrapping around me. The number of people was a real sight to see as I walked toward the exit. A train whooshed passed us, filling the station with a deafening noise. It was like an entire stadium cheering after their team won the World Cup. Letters that were giant and had an expressive red color that read “SHANGHAI HONGQIAO TRAIN STATION” were on top of the station. I got on the escalator to go down to head for the exit. As soon as I got down, a foul smell came over me. My dad, sister, and I passed through the gates to find our uncle waiting on the other side. He was a fit person that had black and white wispy hair.